Dawn of the New Morning: A Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fic 12

Author's notes: YES! The exams are over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I guess that's all I have to say…this chapter is dedicated to my friends Raei Dagger, Hagaki Ozuno, Akako, Chizuko, Washu2, Lisa, Marion, ~Sanzo-sama~, Chi2 otherwise known as 'Kou-jyo…', Topin, ppol out there, other ppol out there, to YOU, MY REVIEWERS!! Fumi Ayakoganei, especially you! YES YOU! You're reading this!

                Special thanks to Rei-chan: she's my co-author for my new GensomadenSaiyuki fan fic. Watch out for it, ne?

                sankyuu, minna-san!

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Beams of sunlight barely touched the floor of his dark room. Her hands were unwillingly trembling, her eyes were still unable to break off the daunting eye contact they're having. It seems that her hands were resting on his chest, unknowingly of course, and his hands were on her waist.

What's going on?

Her mind suddenly screamed at her. Baka! Get off him, Yaone!

But another voice retorted. He's the one who pulled her, baka!

The voices were right – Kougaiji was the one who pulled her. But still…she was just a subsidiary of his. She had no right whatsoever to be almost on top of her master.

Kougaiji lowered is head, strands of rich claret hair mixing with long wisps of purple. Her warm eye suddenly widened, astounded and at the same time afraid of what her master was doing. It was the second time, she reminded herself, that it was the second time that Kougaiji did this to her. His lips were amazingly soft as it made contact with hers, his hands delicately wrapped around her body, his fingers playing with the large ribbon behind her back.

While their lips were still together and Kougaiji was still leaning on the door, a fist came in contact with the dark maple door.

"ONIICHAN!!!!!! YAONE-CHAN!!!!!! What happened there?!" Lirin's voice echoed throughout the room. Yaone hastily pulled away from Kougaiji and opened the door.

"Nothing happened. Everything's all right." Yaone replied looking flushed nevertheless. Lirin and Dokugakuji looked at her and Kougaiji differently, staring at the two with interest.

"You sure? ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE?" Dokugakuji commented, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Yaone blushed and resisted the urge to slap Dokugakuji.

"You're getting perverted as your brother is, Dokugakuji." Yaone retorted, walking past the demon. "So, would you like to eat dinner now before Gyoukumen Koushu does?" she asked, trying to hide the redness of her cheeks. It was already late in the afternoon, and knowing Lirin-ohime-sama well, she suggested eating early.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the princess screamed, waving her arms up and down. "Iko iko iko iko iko iko iko ikuzo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chanted as the four walked down to the hall.

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**yaone's POV**

**about a month later **

I still couldn't forget about him…his beautiful brown-black hair, his mesmerizing green eyes, and his charming smile. I couldn't forget about his usual tea arrangements, his kind tone, and his smile. Again with his smile.

I'm sure everyone couldn't forget about his smile.

Egao…

He can smile even in doubt, in fear (or if he ever experiences fear), in sadness and in regret. He could still smile even though people around him were crying pools of endless tears, he could still plaster that grin even if he felt so lonely inside. His emerald eyes would shine a great amount if amused or happy, his polite way of speaking surprising everyone.

A man with such a violent past can still smile…I see.

I wonder how Kana…that girl he was in love with about three years ago…felt to have him to be her sweetheart. I wonder how she felt when she could caress him…comb her fingers through his silky hair, to stare at his compelling bottle green eyes and drown in them forever.

I wonder how Kana felt when she heard those three words spoken to her so softly. How she felt when he kissed her with undying love – even if she was his sister. How she felt when she killed herself in front of him – her brother, her life, her lover.

He was everything to her.

I could tell.

And she was everything to him.

It was strange. I stared at my pen, which continued to blot the paper that I was writing on. I stared at the medicinal herbs that I preserved sat on the table silently, orange sunlight passing through the jars as the fresh bouquet of red roses on the windowsill swaying softly to the wind. I continued to hum a tune as I lifted my gaze to the paper, racking my brain for the word I was going to write for the medicinal recipe.

But my brain wouldn't focus on anything else rather than on him.

His name meant destruction. Yes, Hakkai meant destruction in Japanese. Though some people never understood how such a gentle person possess such a disparaging name, I thought it certainly fitted him.

Would you tell me that my name suited me?

I think not.

I knew he was powerful. I could sense in his veins that he indeed was a dominant man, full of hatred and despise for malevolence around him. He couldn't even stand it when women suffer the same fate as his sweetheart did.

He was such a lovable person.

I was knocked out of my thoughts as my pen started to heavily blot the paper. I pulled it away from the sheet of paper, tearing the sheet out of the book I was writing on. The night had fallen deeply in the sky, the wind blowing harshly than ever. The candlelight started to flicker unremittingly, later then dying out with a puff of smoke, making my eyes dart to the molten candle.

My ears picked up an unusual sound from down the hall. Doors were being slammed open or shut, people coming in or out, the heavy sound of clashing metal ringing in my ears. I abruptly sat up and packed two dozen or so bombs in my pocket, poisonous darts tucked neatly in my ribbon, then rushing outside the door to see what was happening inside the castle.

As I stepped nearer to the opened door, seeing the torches on the wall gutter, I heard Lirin's giggles of joy, hearing moans of pain and clashing sounds after her laughter.

And that could only mean…

My footsteps thundered through the dark hallway, throwing bombs here and there to those stupid, brainless youkai and gods bombarding me with their attacks. It seemed that these gods were weak, utterly pathetic and scrawny, for even one bomb blew them away. I continued to run to seek for my master and his sister, looking for my fellow subordinate as well.

The strip of silky ribbon flew behind me as I dashed throughout the corridor, ignoring the torches that threatened to expire any moment. As I saw the scene, my eyes widened.

Lirin-sama was fighting with a god.

Probably the most stupid god ever…it seems that the officers in the upper levels of Tenkai suddenly became idiots and handled Gyumao by themselves, stooping so low that they even hired demons to do their job.

Author's notes: Next chapter will be all about Hakkai's POV!!!!! Maybe 2 or more chapters before this story ends! Please, R&R!!!! Arigato Gozaimasu! Sankyuu!!!