Ionia - a pic of any of the Saiyuki boys is fine. But if you can, SanzoxGoku and GojyoxHakkai would be fine as well*grin*Or even better, KenrenxTenpou! Kya ha!*dies* But whichever suits you ^^
Galford340 - Nice to know you despise voice-person ^_^*died from giggling too much; sweatdrop* also sorry about not being around when you imed. I don't expect people to come up and im me so I never put on the away message ^^;;;
sf- What what? Me stop updating? Never! Since Summer is starting to smack me in the face and I'm becoming dehydrated easily(Ne, I fell asleep yesterday in the afternoon...) Kappa is working slower(Kappa: Oh shut up!). But since Requiem dvd is coming to me soon, it might help inspire me more ^_^
Listened to Hakkai's theme and got inspired again. But the authoress is feeling like her skills are deteriorating by lack of reviews(all of her fics are fueled by reviews ne). Authoress is also planning another Saiyuki fic(Calling My Soul -GojyoxHakkai o.x) and another one-shot humor fic. Authoress would also like to refer herself as being called "Doc" for Sakura Blackwolf is too long.
Incarcerated; Rain
Chapter seven
{Bloody and Bloody Ashes}
All Goku could see was white until the ceiling came into view. He felt warmth trickle down from his shoulder and saw smoke rise from a distance. Sanzo...Sanzo had shot him. His eyes strained to look over, seeing the hands that shook wildly, the heavy breath that escaped the blonde's lips. Had his aim been more steady, he would have been shot in the lungs. Why did Sanzo shoot him? Did Sanzo hate him? Was he worthless now?
Sanzo didn't need him anymore. Wasn't that right?
Goku let his head fall back against the carpet that rot of decaying youkai flesh. Sanzo didn't care. Sanzo wanted him dead, And he just wanted him to be happy. He would do anything to see the monk's eyes fill with happiness. His death would be one of those moments where that would happen, right? He couldn't see over his chest. Couldn't see anything but the ceiling in which he wished were the sky. But in that sky the sun wouldn't be there now would it? His sun was gone. He couldn't see his sun anymore.
His sun was losing himself.
And he himself was losing his consiousness.
He felt his thoughts refill his brain again. What happened? First he was going to shoot himself, then the window bursted open, he was hit in the arm and shoved back against the bed again...and now he was standing with his gun in his hand? What the fuck?! Sanzo shook his head, eyes catching sight of the fading smoke that came from his side. The room smelt of rotting flesh and dead youkai. And where the hell was the monkey? His insides were twisting as the raw smell continued to invade him senses. Finally he lifted his violet irises and saw Goku lying on the carpeted floor, wounded by what seemed like a bullet, his own blood staining him and the ground. He didn't seem to get up..or seem to want to get up.
Did he shoot him?
He couldn't remember!
Sanzo stepped closer to the bleeding youkai. Goku's eyes were half-lidded; The blonde couldn't even see the pupils in those golden depths anymore. Was..he dead?
[[He's still alive...kill him..!!]]
The monk raised his gun again, aiming for the chest, but then Gojyo decided to run in.
"Sanzo..?! What the hell are you doing?!"
Sanzo immediately swerved around, nearly getting Gojyo in the neck but missing by a hair with those fingers that shook and stuttered, the sweat that dripped down the monk's face and down his hands. The half-youkai stepped forward, face set straight as much as he could. And the monk just stared, looking chaotic with a maelstorm of only amethyst in those eyes. Soon the other was within arm's length, ready to give the monk a huge complaint, "Sanzo, where the hell do you get off trying to kill Goku?! I can't be-"
Gojyo was shot in the collarbone, a cry that seemed to echo escaping his lips. Youkai and human blood spilled over Sanzo's face and ran down to his neck as he watched the other fall back like his companion.
[[Kill them..Kill them all! Don't let anyone stand between you and me!]]
A drop of blood trailed down from one of Sanzo's violet eyes, something that could have passed as a tear.
But Sanzo never cried...right?
He could see what he was doing this time. He saw the bullet of the excorism gun nailing Gojyo, the blood that came back at him. But he couldn't move, or he tried to but could only shake his hands a little, which was probably why the monkey and the kappa weren't dead. Someone was controlling him to kill anyone who stood in his way. That same person who called him over a couple days ago and reached out to the chakra on his head. He watched as his body was carried down the hall, catching sight of the injured Hakkai and the hurt Hakuryuu from the corner of his eye. They were so still it was frightening. His feet carried him away from the ruined resturant and out the door to where the trees were blossoming fake sakura petals again.
It wasn't raining anymore.
So why did he still feel sad?
[I see you reaching out to me]
Along the unmarked way, youkai occasionally jumped him, only to be reflected back and to explode into ashes by the barrier that had bulit up around him, healing his arm and protecting him from basically anything. Although Sanzo wished he would get hit. That would mean he would stop. He'd rather be on the floor than on his feet to somewhere he didn't even know. Sanzo wanted the unreal blossoms to stop falling. Wanted himself to stop walking and hoped he would just collaspe. Wanted the barrier to fall back. His ankles ached, he was becoming dehydrated, his side was cramping up. Heavy pants fell out of his mouth, desperately trying to form words to curse the hell he currently was in.
[[Do you remember loving me?]]
The path was no longer unmarked.
Miles of land stained with blood and bloody ashes.
Goku awoke, eyes wide at the ceiling, as if expecting to see the barrel of a gun fire right when he woke up. But all he saw was the golden light of the hotel room. The youkai sat straight up on the bed he found himself on, jolts of shock running through his nerve system when he spotted Kanzeon Bosatsu waving at him from the other side of the room. To her side was a young brunette girl who looked frighteningly like Hakkai and a male, perhaps older than Sanzo and the chakra on his forehead that said he was a monk.
"Hi-ya Goku-chan!"
"K-Kanzeon..!"
"...Stop making so much noise saru...." Goku's gaze shifted to the half-asleep Gojyo on the bed next to him, Hakkai still as the dead on the other side. The youkai looked back at Kanzeon who just grinned.
"Naaa, what..what's going on?"
"Wellll basically because of divine interference neither you, nor they are dead." Goku blinked at the words said to him, poking and prodding at the bullet wound that should have been there, but wasn't. The youkai's attention averted back to the hermaprodite and the people around her, "Neee, who are they?"
The male stepped forward, making a slight bow, "Koumyou Sanzo."
"Naaa, but he can't be Sanzo because Sanzo is Sanzo!"
"I was a previous Sanzo, Goku-san," Koumyou smiled a Hakkai smile.
"Previous Sanzo? There's more than one Sanzo? So confused..."Goku scratched his head until the female cleared her throat.
"I am Cho Kanan. Pleasure you meet you Son Goku!"
"You look like Hakkai!"
Kanan giggled, "I'm 'Hakkai''s sister, ne."
"But Hakkai said..."
"I thought I told you to be quiet, saru!" Gojyo growled under his breath, lifting the upper portion of his body and rubbing at one of his eyes. The kappa looked lazily at the heavenly beings, "It's like a party that was never intended to happen," and then he laid back down on the mattress next to the healer who was blissfully unaware of the unexpected company.
"Ero-kappa! Don't you wanna know who they are?!"
"No. Too tired."
"And where's Sanzo?!"
"How the hell should I know?!"
"You would know!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!"
"Maaa, stop bickering you two," Hakkai murmured before turning on his side. Gojyo hmphed and Goku pouted. Kanan smiled at them.
"But where is Sanzo?"
"Nee, Goku-chan. I don't know honestly. I can't track him everywhere you know," Kanzeon sighed, twirling a lock of dark hair on her finger.
"Well I'm not going anymore west..without him..."
{-----Miles of land stained with blood and bloody ashes}
TBC
Guh, I hate heat. And I hate being sick. Koumyou and Kanan's roles in this will be revealed next chapter, naa.
Galford340 - Nice to know you despise voice-person ^_^*died from giggling too much; sweatdrop* also sorry about not being around when you imed. I don't expect people to come up and im me so I never put on the away message ^^;;;
sf- What what? Me stop updating? Never! Since Summer is starting to smack me in the face and I'm becoming dehydrated easily(Ne, I fell asleep yesterday in the afternoon...) Kappa is working slower(Kappa: Oh shut up!). But since Requiem dvd is coming to me soon, it might help inspire me more ^_^
Listened to Hakkai's theme and got inspired again. But the authoress is feeling like her skills are deteriorating by lack of reviews(all of her fics are fueled by reviews ne). Authoress is also planning another Saiyuki fic(Calling My Soul -GojyoxHakkai o.x) and another one-shot humor fic. Authoress would also like to refer herself as being called "Doc" for Sakura Blackwolf is too long.
Incarcerated; Rain
Chapter seven
{Bloody and Bloody Ashes}
All Goku could see was white until the ceiling came into view. He felt warmth trickle down from his shoulder and saw smoke rise from a distance. Sanzo...Sanzo had shot him. His eyes strained to look over, seeing the hands that shook wildly, the heavy breath that escaped the blonde's lips. Had his aim been more steady, he would have been shot in the lungs. Why did Sanzo shoot him? Did Sanzo hate him? Was he worthless now?
Sanzo didn't need him anymore. Wasn't that right?
Goku let his head fall back against the carpet that rot of decaying youkai flesh. Sanzo didn't care. Sanzo wanted him dead, And he just wanted him to be happy. He would do anything to see the monk's eyes fill with happiness. His death would be one of those moments where that would happen, right? He couldn't see over his chest. Couldn't see anything but the ceiling in which he wished were the sky. But in that sky the sun wouldn't be there now would it? His sun was gone. He couldn't see his sun anymore.
His sun was losing himself.
And he himself was losing his consiousness.
He felt his thoughts refill his brain again. What happened? First he was going to shoot himself, then the window bursted open, he was hit in the arm and shoved back against the bed again...and now he was standing with his gun in his hand? What the fuck?! Sanzo shook his head, eyes catching sight of the fading smoke that came from his side. The room smelt of rotting flesh and dead youkai. And where the hell was the monkey? His insides were twisting as the raw smell continued to invade him senses. Finally he lifted his violet irises and saw Goku lying on the carpeted floor, wounded by what seemed like a bullet, his own blood staining him and the ground. He didn't seem to get up..or seem to want to get up.
Did he shoot him?
He couldn't remember!
Sanzo stepped closer to the bleeding youkai. Goku's eyes were half-lidded; The blonde couldn't even see the pupils in those golden depths anymore. Was..he dead?
[[He's still alive...kill him..!!]]
The monk raised his gun again, aiming for the chest, but then Gojyo decided to run in.
"Sanzo..?! What the hell are you doing?!"
Sanzo immediately swerved around, nearly getting Gojyo in the neck but missing by a hair with those fingers that shook and stuttered, the sweat that dripped down the monk's face and down his hands. The half-youkai stepped forward, face set straight as much as he could. And the monk just stared, looking chaotic with a maelstorm of only amethyst in those eyes. Soon the other was within arm's length, ready to give the monk a huge complaint, "Sanzo, where the hell do you get off trying to kill Goku?! I can't be-"
Gojyo was shot in the collarbone, a cry that seemed to echo escaping his lips. Youkai and human blood spilled over Sanzo's face and ran down to his neck as he watched the other fall back like his companion.
[[Kill them..Kill them all! Don't let anyone stand between you and me!]]
A drop of blood trailed down from one of Sanzo's violet eyes, something that could have passed as a tear.
But Sanzo never cried...right?
He could see what he was doing this time. He saw the bullet of the excorism gun nailing Gojyo, the blood that came back at him. But he couldn't move, or he tried to but could only shake his hands a little, which was probably why the monkey and the kappa weren't dead. Someone was controlling him to kill anyone who stood in his way. That same person who called him over a couple days ago and reached out to the chakra on his head. He watched as his body was carried down the hall, catching sight of the injured Hakkai and the hurt Hakuryuu from the corner of his eye. They were so still it was frightening. His feet carried him away from the ruined resturant and out the door to where the trees were blossoming fake sakura petals again.
It wasn't raining anymore.
So why did he still feel sad?
[I see you reaching out to me]
Along the unmarked way, youkai occasionally jumped him, only to be reflected back and to explode into ashes by the barrier that had bulit up around him, healing his arm and protecting him from basically anything. Although Sanzo wished he would get hit. That would mean he would stop. He'd rather be on the floor than on his feet to somewhere he didn't even know. Sanzo wanted the unreal blossoms to stop falling. Wanted himself to stop walking and hoped he would just collaspe. Wanted the barrier to fall back. His ankles ached, he was becoming dehydrated, his side was cramping up. Heavy pants fell out of his mouth, desperately trying to form words to curse the hell he currently was in.
[[Do you remember loving me?]]
The path was no longer unmarked.
Miles of land stained with blood and bloody ashes.
Goku awoke, eyes wide at the ceiling, as if expecting to see the barrel of a gun fire right when he woke up. But all he saw was the golden light of the hotel room. The youkai sat straight up on the bed he found himself on, jolts of shock running through his nerve system when he spotted Kanzeon Bosatsu waving at him from the other side of the room. To her side was a young brunette girl who looked frighteningly like Hakkai and a male, perhaps older than Sanzo and the chakra on his forehead that said he was a monk.
"Hi-ya Goku-chan!"
"K-Kanzeon..!"
"...Stop making so much noise saru...." Goku's gaze shifted to the half-asleep Gojyo on the bed next to him, Hakkai still as the dead on the other side. The youkai looked back at Kanzeon who just grinned.
"Naaa, what..what's going on?"
"Wellll basically because of divine interference neither you, nor they are dead." Goku blinked at the words said to him, poking and prodding at the bullet wound that should have been there, but wasn't. The youkai's attention averted back to the hermaprodite and the people around her, "Neee, who are they?"
The male stepped forward, making a slight bow, "Koumyou Sanzo."
"Naaa, but he can't be Sanzo because Sanzo is Sanzo!"
"I was a previous Sanzo, Goku-san," Koumyou smiled a Hakkai smile.
"Previous Sanzo? There's more than one Sanzo? So confused..."Goku scratched his head until the female cleared her throat.
"I am Cho Kanan. Pleasure you meet you Son Goku!"
"You look like Hakkai!"
Kanan giggled, "I'm 'Hakkai''s sister, ne."
"But Hakkai said..."
"I thought I told you to be quiet, saru!" Gojyo growled under his breath, lifting the upper portion of his body and rubbing at one of his eyes. The kappa looked lazily at the heavenly beings, "It's like a party that was never intended to happen," and then he laid back down on the mattress next to the healer who was blissfully unaware of the unexpected company.
"Ero-kappa! Don't you wanna know who they are?!"
"No. Too tired."
"And where's Sanzo?!"
"How the hell should I know?!"
"You would know!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!"
"Maaa, stop bickering you two," Hakkai murmured before turning on his side. Gojyo hmphed and Goku pouted. Kanan smiled at them.
"But where is Sanzo?"
"Nee, Goku-chan. I don't know honestly. I can't track him everywhere you know," Kanzeon sighed, twirling a lock of dark hair on her finger.
"Well I'm not going anymore west..without him..."
{-----Miles of land stained with blood and bloody ashes}
TBC
Guh, I hate heat. And I hate being sick. Koumyou and Kanan's roles in this will be revealed next chapter, naa.