Took a while didn't it?
Im sorry you had to wait, but the fic is winding towards a close soon....
I don't know yet if it will be a happy or sad ending...
Ach!! You wouldn't BELIEVE the shi..illy stuff I had to go through to get this up. First a virus annhialated my laptop, so I re-typed at school. Then the computers' net permanently broke, so I tried to send it through the network to a computer that had working net. BUUUUUUT of course, the networking system is also shoddy and refused to work, so I had to hunt the entire messy LL room to find a disk WHICH WORKED THANK ALL, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki the story. Saiyuki the Manga and Saiyuki the Anime are not remotely owned by me, nor do I recieve any money for this fanfic.
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Broken Bonds
By: Von of Chaos
usabunny@start.com.au
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Goku trecked through the dense bush, eyes on the ground. His mind replayed last night over and over in his mind. Why did it feel so wrong? So out of place?
The man... Sanzo...
Betrayal had flashed in those lidded eyes. Supprise and betrayal.
Goku closed his eyes as he came to a stop.
Something was seriously screwed. And he had no Idea how to fix it, indeed, had no Idea what was even wrong.
He took a seat down upon one of the stumps littering the area, face in hands and thought.
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Gojyo stalked off into the forest, glaring at the ground as he walked. With the Healer taking a look at Sanzo, he had taken the chance to go outside for a smoke. The courtyard was filled with happy couples and screaming kids, so he'd let his feet take him where they will.
He pushed the stub of his smoke into the trunk of a tree, to kill the flame, before dropping it into the ground and stepping into a clearing.
He stopped short.
Goku.
On the other side of the small clearing, sat the familiar form of their youngest companion. His head was burried in his hands, and all Gojyo could see was messy brown hair. Gojyo froze, indecision battering at him and not wanting to break whatever luck had caused him to be downwind of the Monkey boy.
The wind changed. Uttering a silent curse at the Universe in general, Gojyo readied himself for a fight as Goku's head came up sharply.
Golden eyes blinked at the intruder. He recognised this scent. Last night, this was one he fought. Another, fainter memory tugged at his mind. Blazing red hair, like fire, but not hot. No... cool and silky but never hot.
"Goku?"
He blinked. Gojyo started to sweat. Why the fuck was he he just sitting there? "Oi, Bakasaru, Im talking to you!" Sudden rage surged in those eyes and the boy leapt for the older man's throat.
Gojyo had been expecting an attack from the word go, his shaku jou already out and whirling. The flat of the blade caught Goku in the stomach and flipped him into a tree. Gojyo leapt back to put some distance between them, as Goku clawed his way up the trunk into a standing position. One arm wrapped around his stomach, no doubt badly bruised, but the other was clenched ready to fight.
More memories were surfacing now, swirling around in his head like a sickening intoxicant.
"Baka Saru!"
"Stupid kid!"
"No brains.."
"Greedy."
"Fucking child."
Hurt and Anger swelled inside, brushing away the physical pain untill all he could think of was the anger. He feinted a run at the man, throwing himself sideways at the last minute and rebounding off a couple of tree-trunks to hit him from another direction.
Gojyo rolled with the punch, and came up with his shaku jou gripped tightly in one hand and a mouthfull of leaves.
Spitting the offending plant matter out, he loosed the blade on the end of his weapon.
The instant the chain streamed through the air, his eyes widened in shock.
Goku. He was going to kill Goku!
Desperately, he yanked back on the chain, trying to break it's trajectory. He only half succeeded. Instead of being decapitated, the boy was half-impaled by the crescent blade. Blood gushed as red and as real as Gojyo's hair and eyes. Goku's eyes widened in shock and a hint of disbelief flickered in their depths. He reached a shaking hand to the cold metal in his stomach, bringing it away coated in blood.
"Go...Goku.." Gojyo stammered, unsure of what he should feel or do. This was the Goku who had attacked Sanzo....but it was the same Goku who had looked at him with those eyes full of fear and helplessness on the rooftop only a few nights ago.
He strode over to the boy, who still seemed to be in shock. He reached out to tug the weapon loose, and had his hand viciously batted aside.
"Don't come near me.." Goku hissed, stumbling backwards and away. He looked up through unruly brown hair, and Gojyo was shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes.
Not tears of pain, Goku rarely cried for physical injuries.
So...
"Goku.." He whispered.
"Just...just stay away.." Goku sounded unsure of what he was saying, but for every step Gojyo took towards him, Goku took one back.
Worry and impatience made Gojyo snap "For fuck's sake, stay still! You're only gonna tear that open more!" Goku's head dipped, hiding his face from view. Both hands closed around the razor-sharp blade and, before Gojyo realised what he was doing, pulled the blade free with a renewed gush of blood and what looked sickeningly like severed entrails.
Goku's head shot back with a gasp at the pain, his face turning white. Struggling to get control of himself, he pressed his left hand against his stomach and threw Gojyo's blade at his feet.
Then he turned and ran.
Gojyo started for a moment, more than a little supprised. Abandoning the blood-soaked weapon in the clearing, he took off after him.
But even wounded as he was, Goku was far too fast for a mere half-breed.
He could follow the blood trail, indeed it was painfully obvious, but he hadn't the supplies for a long chase. Which was what he knew Goku would turn it into. The teen would run untill he dropped, then, (He thought sourly) would probably crawl untill he died.
It was not a cheering thought.
Returning to the clearing, picking up his weapon, and heading back to the Inn was one of the hardest things Gojyo had ever had to do.
If and when Sanzo woke up, he was gonna be pissed.
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The world tilted again.
Goku readed out a shaking hand to grab a tree for balance.
The trees were fewer now, as he reached the vast open plains before Gyumao's castle. Every step was hesitant and carefully placed. Should he lose his balance and fall, he didn't know if he could get back up.
He felt he was walking in a dream. Sound and light seemed muted. He felt light and full of air.
'You've lost too much blood' a voice whispered in his mind. It sounded supprisingly like Hakkai's, except without worry or warmth.
'You can't regenerate nearly as fast with your limiter on'
Limiter?
'Though I doubt you would survive even if you were in natural form.'
"I don't want to die..." The whisper escaped lax vocal chords.
He could almost see the little voice shrugging.
'Life's a bitch. Get used to it.'
Goku swallowed and pushed away from the tree, stumbling out into the harsh heat of the plains.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and his chest. He could feel it dripping downwards, mingling with the blood still flowing from his stomach.
Still? He looked down at his hand, coated in blood that pushed past the token barrier and flowed from between his fingers. Goku looked away. up and into the distance, squinting against the heat and the light. And the noise. Where had the noise come from? A great roaring in his ears, like a waterfall, but there was no water. Only blood. His blood.
He stared at the thin blades of grass near his face. Had he fallen? He had to get up, to keep going. If he stayed out here he'd bleed to death, or worse, that man would find him again.
'Gojyo'
At least it wasn't so hot now, wasn't so bright either.
'Hakkai'
And the sound was leaving too. It was nice, cool and dark. He didn't hurt anymore. The only thing he could feel at all was a warm wetness on his cheeks. Was he crying?
'Sanzo'
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Ohhhhh ho ho ho ho ho... (Shaking in nervous laughter)
Im gonna get skinned alive for this....
Umm.. Id like to reassure you that I wont kill Goku (again) but frankly... I cant. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I WILL!! I just honestly dont know. I swear, I wont know if he lives or dies untill I next start typing....
Um tell me what you think in a review?? Please?
Im sorry you had to wait, but the fic is winding towards a close soon....
I don't know yet if it will be a happy or sad ending...
Ach!! You wouldn't BELIEVE the shi..illy stuff I had to go through to get this up. First a virus annhialated my laptop, so I re-typed at school. Then the computers' net permanently broke, so I tried to send it through the network to a computer that had working net. BUUUUUUT of course, the networking system is also shoddy and refused to work, so I had to hunt the entire messy LL room to find a disk WHICH WORKED THANK ALL, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki the story. Saiyuki the Manga and Saiyuki the Anime are not remotely owned by me, nor do I recieve any money for this fanfic.
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Broken Bonds
By: Von of Chaos
usabunny@start.com.au
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Goku trecked through the dense bush, eyes on the ground. His mind replayed last night over and over in his mind. Why did it feel so wrong? So out of place?
The man... Sanzo...
Betrayal had flashed in those lidded eyes. Supprise and betrayal.
Goku closed his eyes as he came to a stop.
Something was seriously screwed. And he had no Idea how to fix it, indeed, had no Idea what was even wrong.
He took a seat down upon one of the stumps littering the area, face in hands and thought.
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Gojyo stalked off into the forest, glaring at the ground as he walked. With the Healer taking a look at Sanzo, he had taken the chance to go outside for a smoke. The courtyard was filled with happy couples and screaming kids, so he'd let his feet take him where they will.
He pushed the stub of his smoke into the trunk of a tree, to kill the flame, before dropping it into the ground and stepping into a clearing.
He stopped short.
Goku.
On the other side of the small clearing, sat the familiar form of their youngest companion. His head was burried in his hands, and all Gojyo could see was messy brown hair. Gojyo froze, indecision battering at him and not wanting to break whatever luck had caused him to be downwind of the Monkey boy.
The wind changed. Uttering a silent curse at the Universe in general, Gojyo readied himself for a fight as Goku's head came up sharply.
Golden eyes blinked at the intruder. He recognised this scent. Last night, this was one he fought. Another, fainter memory tugged at his mind. Blazing red hair, like fire, but not hot. No... cool and silky but never hot.
"Goku?"
He blinked. Gojyo started to sweat. Why the fuck was he he just sitting there? "Oi, Bakasaru, Im talking to you!" Sudden rage surged in those eyes and the boy leapt for the older man's throat.
Gojyo had been expecting an attack from the word go, his shaku jou already out and whirling. The flat of the blade caught Goku in the stomach and flipped him into a tree. Gojyo leapt back to put some distance between them, as Goku clawed his way up the trunk into a standing position. One arm wrapped around his stomach, no doubt badly bruised, but the other was clenched ready to fight.
More memories were surfacing now, swirling around in his head like a sickening intoxicant.
"Baka Saru!"
"Stupid kid!"
"No brains.."
"Greedy."
"Fucking child."
Hurt and Anger swelled inside, brushing away the physical pain untill all he could think of was the anger. He feinted a run at the man, throwing himself sideways at the last minute and rebounding off a couple of tree-trunks to hit him from another direction.
Gojyo rolled with the punch, and came up with his shaku jou gripped tightly in one hand and a mouthfull of leaves.
Spitting the offending plant matter out, he loosed the blade on the end of his weapon.
The instant the chain streamed through the air, his eyes widened in shock.
Goku. He was going to kill Goku!
Desperately, he yanked back on the chain, trying to break it's trajectory. He only half succeeded. Instead of being decapitated, the boy was half-impaled by the crescent blade. Blood gushed as red and as real as Gojyo's hair and eyes. Goku's eyes widened in shock and a hint of disbelief flickered in their depths. He reached a shaking hand to the cold metal in his stomach, bringing it away coated in blood.
"Go...Goku.." Gojyo stammered, unsure of what he should feel or do. This was the Goku who had attacked Sanzo....but it was the same Goku who had looked at him with those eyes full of fear and helplessness on the rooftop only a few nights ago.
He strode over to the boy, who still seemed to be in shock. He reached out to tug the weapon loose, and had his hand viciously batted aside.
"Don't come near me.." Goku hissed, stumbling backwards and away. He looked up through unruly brown hair, and Gojyo was shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes.
Not tears of pain, Goku rarely cried for physical injuries.
So...
"Goku.." He whispered.
"Just...just stay away.." Goku sounded unsure of what he was saying, but for every step Gojyo took towards him, Goku took one back.
Worry and impatience made Gojyo snap "For fuck's sake, stay still! You're only gonna tear that open more!" Goku's head dipped, hiding his face from view. Both hands closed around the razor-sharp blade and, before Gojyo realised what he was doing, pulled the blade free with a renewed gush of blood and what looked sickeningly like severed entrails.
Goku's head shot back with a gasp at the pain, his face turning white. Struggling to get control of himself, he pressed his left hand against his stomach and threw Gojyo's blade at his feet.
Then he turned and ran.
Gojyo started for a moment, more than a little supprised. Abandoning the blood-soaked weapon in the clearing, he took off after him.
But even wounded as he was, Goku was far too fast for a mere half-breed.
He could follow the blood trail, indeed it was painfully obvious, but he hadn't the supplies for a long chase. Which was what he knew Goku would turn it into. The teen would run untill he dropped, then, (He thought sourly) would probably crawl untill he died.
It was not a cheering thought.
Returning to the clearing, picking up his weapon, and heading back to the Inn was one of the hardest things Gojyo had ever had to do.
If and when Sanzo woke up, he was gonna be pissed.
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The world tilted again.
Goku readed out a shaking hand to grab a tree for balance.
The trees were fewer now, as he reached the vast open plains before Gyumao's castle. Every step was hesitant and carefully placed. Should he lose his balance and fall, he didn't know if he could get back up.
He felt he was walking in a dream. Sound and light seemed muted. He felt light and full of air.
'You've lost too much blood' a voice whispered in his mind. It sounded supprisingly like Hakkai's, except without worry or warmth.
'You can't regenerate nearly as fast with your limiter on'
Limiter?
'Though I doubt you would survive even if you were in natural form.'
"I don't want to die..." The whisper escaped lax vocal chords.
He could almost see the little voice shrugging.
'Life's a bitch. Get used to it.'
Goku swallowed and pushed away from the tree, stumbling out into the harsh heat of the plains.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and his chest. He could feel it dripping downwards, mingling with the blood still flowing from his stomach.
Still? He looked down at his hand, coated in blood that pushed past the token barrier and flowed from between his fingers. Goku looked away. up and into the distance, squinting against the heat and the light. And the noise. Where had the noise come from? A great roaring in his ears, like a waterfall, but there was no water. Only blood. His blood.
He stared at the thin blades of grass near his face. Had he fallen? He had to get up, to keep going. If he stayed out here he'd bleed to death, or worse, that man would find him again.
'Gojyo'
At least it wasn't so hot now, wasn't so bright either.
'Hakkai'
And the sound was leaving too. It was nice, cool and dark. He didn't hurt anymore. The only thing he could feel at all was a warm wetness on his cheeks. Was he crying?
'Sanzo'
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Ohhhhh ho ho ho ho ho... (Shaking in nervous laughter)
Im gonna get skinned alive for this....
Umm.. Id like to reassure you that I wont kill Goku (again) but frankly... I cant. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I WILL!! I just honestly dont know. I swear, I wont know if he lives or dies untill I next start typing....
Um tell me what you think in a review?? Please?