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This chapter is dedicated to the aforementioned!
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Disclaimer: We all know I dont own Saiyuki, blah blah blah, Dont know why I bother writing these, mumblemumble etc.
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Broken Bonds
By: Von of Chaos
usabunny@start.com.au
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Yaone kicked the door open and moved in swiftly. The body in her arms was steadily getting colder, the shivering becomming weaker and weaker.
She crossed to her bed and lay him down on it.
"Hey Yaone!"
Yaone looked up sharply. Standing in the doorway, sillouhetted in the light from the hall, was Lirin. The tanned girl bounded joyfully into the room, ignoring the lack of light.
"Kougaiji said-"
She spotted Goku.
Yaone leapt forwards and clapped a hand over her mouth, forestalling the startled, endless and, more importantly, LOUD questions that would follow. She reached out with a foot and managed to kick the door shut.
"I know what you're going to say, but just sit down and listen to me first ok?" Yaone whispered hurridly. Lirin nodded silently, her mouth still covered by Yaone's white hand.
As Yaone catiously released her, she sat down on the bed nxt to the boy, looking at him curiously.
"What's up with him? And why are you taking care of him?" Lirin turned her gaze onto the older woman, smiling mischviously. "Do you have the hots for him??"
"What? No! We owe them one, and I'm just going to administer the antidote, then dump him back where I found him. That's all."
"Riiiiight."
Yaone sighed. "Just please don't tell anyone ok? And pass me that bottle by your elbow."
Lirin nodded as she handed the black glass bottle over.
"What happened to him?" Yaone snorted. "The idiot poisoned himself."
Lirin started giggling. A smile tugged at the corners of Yaone's mouth, but a choked cough from the boy pushed all other thoughts from her mind, as she got down to getting the antidote into him.
"Lirin, hold his mouth open." The red-head moved to comply, hands closing firmly on Goku's chin.
With a long-forgotten reflex, he threw her off him and accross the room. Yaone tumbled backwards as the boy leapt from the bed, awake and
ready to defend.
Well, almost.
The boy lost his balance, falling backwards off the bed and hitting the ground heavily. Instantly, he scrambled to his feet, breathing laboured, eyes clouded with illness.
Lirin, child that she was, started laughing.
Yaone leapt to her feet and lunged forwards, tackling the smaller body to the ground again. The back of his head hit the stone floor with a dull crack, and he collapsed in her grip, once again in the realm of unconciousness.
Yaone wasted no time. Still with one arm tight around his chest, she used the other to first open his mouth, then hold the bottle upended in it, so it's contents could reach his stomach.
He choked, his body jerking reflexivly, but she shifted her weight and held him down, stroking his throat with deft fingers, encouraging the muscles to contract and swallow the foul-tasting medicine.
After an instant that stretched a lifetime, he did. Gulping down the liquid and more than a few buckets of air. His body started shivering violently again, shock washing through him, the adreneline, the injury, the hunger, the confusion. All blended together in a chaotic opera of sensations that his body simply could not handle any longer.
The only thing keeping him alive was the one centerpoint of calm. A hand stroking his back, a voice whispering soothingly. He couldn't make out the words, but they were there, calm, controlled....everything would be alright...yes......he could sleep...
So he did.
Lirin gazed at Yaone with wide eyes. She had the boy, their *enemy* sitting on her lap, head on her shoulder, sleeping! AND she was stroking his back!
"Yaone, what's gotten into you?!" Yaone looked up, suddenly remembering her audience. She blushed slightly, realising the position she was in.
"Er...help me get him up onto the bed Lirin." Lirin nodded, and between the two of them, they gently lay Goku's lax body once more on the bed.
"Soooo....can I be bridesmaid?"
"Lirin....."
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Gojyo gulped nervously. He tried shifting to get some leaverage, but Hakkai's grip merely tightened in response.
"Hakkai? I'm sorry ok?"
"Sorry Isn't good enough this time. This is the END for you." Hakkai stated, satisfaction soaking his every word.
"Hey, come on man. How was I supposed to know she was that psychot-YEEOOW!" He yelled, as Hakkai twisted his arm a little further.
"You left me with her! I was _this_close_ (He twisted Gojyo's arm a little further in demonstration.) to loosing it and knocking her out cold."
Gojyo sniggered at the mental image of Hakkai beating the shit out the old woman. "So why didn't yo-OWW!! THAT HURTS DAMNIT!"
"Good." Hakkai returned stubbornly, starting to lean his weight into the pull.
"As much as I'd love to watch you beat him to death, we have to get going."
Hakkai and Gojyo turned towards the voice.
Sanzo stood in the doorway, dressed ready to go.
"My hero.." Gojyo said sarcastically, fluttering his eyelashes at the priest.
"I'm not going _anywhere_ untill I've torn his entrails out." Hakkai snapped.
Sanzo leveled his gun at the pair of them.
".....On further consideration however, such duties can wait."
Hakkai reluctantly clambered off the relieved Hybrid.
"Don't think you've gotten off scott free Gojyo. I'll get you later."
The Brunette warned, as he left the room. Gojyo gulped again.
He caught the smirk just as it failed to appear on Sanzo's mouth.
Scowling, he went to gather his stuff.
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He came awake by degrees. Pain-filled, dizzying, degrees.
The room was dark. The air on his face, cold. Using only his eyes, he looked around.
He was in a king-sized bed, with dark oak posts and a deep blue cover blanket. His body was comfortably warm, in stark contrast to the skin of his face and right hand, which were lying uncovered by the thick, fluff blanket.
He shifted.
And for the first time, he noticed the arm flung around his waist.
A Girl was lying on the bed next to him, fast asleep, on the blanket. She was on her side, facing him, unconciously using him as a teddy bear.
He frowned, then began to gently excricate himself. After a bit, he stood on the stone floor and looked around properly.
The room was dark. Only two torches were still flickering, and their light was beginning to gutter.
'How did I get here?' He thought in confusion. 'Last I remember, I was...'
An Image of a man with violet eyes flashed through his mind.
'Who?'
Golden hair in dissaray, as stared up at him.
Blood.
Anger.
Hatred.
Cold.
Dark.
Silent.
Then the man came. 'Who..'
The man with hair of spun gold.
The man with eyes of a brooding storm.
'He let me out...'
"Calm the Fuck down, Dumbass Ape"
'But he tried to lock me away again.'
Goku touched the cold limiter on his head and gave an exasperated sigh.
'I'm so confused.......Why can't I remember?'
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Well, that's it for this chapter!!
Well, well well. So Goku's memory is fluctuating. Will he remember His mission at all? Will he remember to leave his limiter on? I think not.
Catcha next chapter!!
Reviews = Bloated Ego = Happy Von = More chapters!
-Ja!
This chapter is dedicated to the aforementioned!
Oi SW! If you're reading this, It means you aren't writing! (Whip crack) Get to it, or no rations tonight! (heh heh)
Disclaimer: We all know I dont own Saiyuki, blah blah blah, Dont know why I bother writing these, mumblemumble etc.
-------------------
Broken Bonds
By: Von of Chaos
usabunny@start.com.au
--------------------
Yaone kicked the door open and moved in swiftly. The body in her arms was steadily getting colder, the shivering becomming weaker and weaker.
She crossed to her bed and lay him down on it.
"Hey Yaone!"
Yaone looked up sharply. Standing in the doorway, sillouhetted in the light from the hall, was Lirin. The tanned girl bounded joyfully into the room, ignoring the lack of light.
"Kougaiji said-"
She spotted Goku.
Yaone leapt forwards and clapped a hand over her mouth, forestalling the startled, endless and, more importantly, LOUD questions that would follow. She reached out with a foot and managed to kick the door shut.
"I know what you're going to say, but just sit down and listen to me first ok?" Yaone whispered hurridly. Lirin nodded silently, her mouth still covered by Yaone's white hand.
As Yaone catiously released her, she sat down on the bed nxt to the boy, looking at him curiously.
"What's up with him? And why are you taking care of him?" Lirin turned her gaze onto the older woman, smiling mischviously. "Do you have the hots for him??"
"What? No! We owe them one, and I'm just going to administer the antidote, then dump him back where I found him. That's all."
"Riiiiight."
Yaone sighed. "Just please don't tell anyone ok? And pass me that bottle by your elbow."
Lirin nodded as she handed the black glass bottle over.
"What happened to him?" Yaone snorted. "The idiot poisoned himself."
Lirin started giggling. A smile tugged at the corners of Yaone's mouth, but a choked cough from the boy pushed all other thoughts from her mind, as she got down to getting the antidote into him.
"Lirin, hold his mouth open." The red-head moved to comply, hands closing firmly on Goku's chin.
With a long-forgotten reflex, he threw her off him and accross the room. Yaone tumbled backwards as the boy leapt from the bed, awake and
ready to defend.
Well, almost.
The boy lost his balance, falling backwards off the bed and hitting the ground heavily. Instantly, he scrambled to his feet, breathing laboured, eyes clouded with illness.
Lirin, child that she was, started laughing.
Yaone leapt to her feet and lunged forwards, tackling the smaller body to the ground again. The back of his head hit the stone floor with a dull crack, and he collapsed in her grip, once again in the realm of unconciousness.
Yaone wasted no time. Still with one arm tight around his chest, she used the other to first open his mouth, then hold the bottle upended in it, so it's contents could reach his stomach.
He choked, his body jerking reflexivly, but she shifted her weight and held him down, stroking his throat with deft fingers, encouraging the muscles to contract and swallow the foul-tasting medicine.
After an instant that stretched a lifetime, he did. Gulping down the liquid and more than a few buckets of air. His body started shivering violently again, shock washing through him, the adreneline, the injury, the hunger, the confusion. All blended together in a chaotic opera of sensations that his body simply could not handle any longer.
The only thing keeping him alive was the one centerpoint of calm. A hand stroking his back, a voice whispering soothingly. He couldn't make out the words, but they were there, calm, controlled....everything would be alright...yes......he could sleep...
So he did.
Lirin gazed at Yaone with wide eyes. She had the boy, their *enemy* sitting on her lap, head on her shoulder, sleeping! AND she was stroking his back!
"Yaone, what's gotten into you?!" Yaone looked up, suddenly remembering her audience. She blushed slightly, realising the position she was in.
"Er...help me get him up onto the bed Lirin." Lirin nodded, and between the two of them, they gently lay Goku's lax body once more on the bed.
"Soooo....can I be bridesmaid?"
"Lirin....."
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Gojyo gulped nervously. He tried shifting to get some leaverage, but Hakkai's grip merely tightened in response.
"Hakkai? I'm sorry ok?"
"Sorry Isn't good enough this time. This is the END for you." Hakkai stated, satisfaction soaking his every word.
"Hey, come on man. How was I supposed to know she was that psychot-YEEOOW!" He yelled, as Hakkai twisted his arm a little further.
"You left me with her! I was _this_close_ (He twisted Gojyo's arm a little further in demonstration.) to loosing it and knocking her out cold."
Gojyo sniggered at the mental image of Hakkai beating the shit out the old woman. "So why didn't yo-OWW!! THAT HURTS DAMNIT!"
"Good." Hakkai returned stubbornly, starting to lean his weight into the pull.
"As much as I'd love to watch you beat him to death, we have to get going."
Hakkai and Gojyo turned towards the voice.
Sanzo stood in the doorway, dressed ready to go.
"My hero.." Gojyo said sarcastically, fluttering his eyelashes at the priest.
"I'm not going _anywhere_ untill I've torn his entrails out." Hakkai snapped.
Sanzo leveled his gun at the pair of them.
".....On further consideration however, such duties can wait."
Hakkai reluctantly clambered off the relieved Hybrid.
"Don't think you've gotten off scott free Gojyo. I'll get you later."
The Brunette warned, as he left the room. Gojyo gulped again.
He caught the smirk just as it failed to appear on Sanzo's mouth.
Scowling, he went to gather his stuff.
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He came awake by degrees. Pain-filled, dizzying, degrees.
The room was dark. The air on his face, cold. Using only his eyes, he looked around.
He was in a king-sized bed, with dark oak posts and a deep blue cover blanket. His body was comfortably warm, in stark contrast to the skin of his face and right hand, which were lying uncovered by the thick, fluff blanket.
He shifted.
And for the first time, he noticed the arm flung around his waist.
A Girl was lying on the bed next to him, fast asleep, on the blanket. She was on her side, facing him, unconciously using him as a teddy bear.
He frowned, then began to gently excricate himself. After a bit, he stood on the stone floor and looked around properly.
The room was dark. Only two torches were still flickering, and their light was beginning to gutter.
'How did I get here?' He thought in confusion. 'Last I remember, I was...'
An Image of a man with violet eyes flashed through his mind.
'Who?'
Golden hair in dissaray, as stared up at him.
Blood.
Anger.
Hatred.
Cold.
Dark.
Silent.
Then the man came. 'Who..'
The man with hair of spun gold.
The man with eyes of a brooding storm.
'He let me out...'
"Calm the Fuck down, Dumbass Ape"
'But he tried to lock me away again.'
Goku touched the cold limiter on his head and gave an exasperated sigh.
'I'm so confused.......Why can't I remember?'
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Well, that's it for this chapter!!
Well, well well. So Goku's memory is fluctuating. Will he remember His mission at all? Will he remember to leave his limiter on? I think not.
Catcha next chapter!!
Reviews = Bloated Ego = Happy Von = More chapters!
-Ja!