A/N:
Well, here I go again. I hope you'll like this too. It's a bit longer, and I hope you wont fall asleep as you read this.
Thanks, and reviews please. ^__~
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The Monk in Action
Goku:
I've been awake for a while now. My jaw still hurts from the alternating pinches Homura had given me to rouse me from my deep slumber. Well, as you might have figured out, he went inside my dreams and kinda trashed it. He used my weaknesses, I guess. Maybe he knew Sanzo meant a lot to me. In a weird way, I felt a bit grateful to him, that he at least woke me. That place is the pits. The voice constantly rang in my head, reminding me second after second of Sanzo's hatred towards me.
But is it true? He was spoofing it, didn't he? I really can't know.
Well, I am currently bounded by chains, you know.
It's the worst position I can think of.
I'm way up high in a cold stone wall, my arms, feet, and waist tightly coiled by chains.
I can't move. I can't reach down. I can't flex absolutely any part of my body.
To make things easier for you, I'm almost paralyzed and immobile.
Long before Sanzo found me, I was also doomed to be in this position. Until of course the day he finally saved me. He said he'd been hearing voices, and before it struck me of something psychotic.
Well, who could blame me? I mean voices inside the head? What's next? Frilly singing choir? Please.
But now, whatever that meant, I hope this time the voice that he hears will be eardrum splitting loud, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, Homura enters the room now, as he left me a while ago. He was smiling a little more maliciously, if possible, than the last time.
"Goku, Goku..Having fun?" he asks me, directing his mouth in my ear.
Hey- what does he think, anyway, I'm deaf? I answer him, though.
"No. What do you want from me, Homura?"
"Nothing." He replied, now flattening his body against mine. I can't really breathe. Who would've thought he's this heavy? Must be because of all those chains.
Or is it? Maybe I can't breathe for a whole new different reason, but let's not talk about that.
"Well, if it's nothing, just let me go."
Homura laughed, as if it was the most absurdist thing he heard. As if his own reason for keeping me here wasn't absurd. No, not at all.
"Well, I just can't. I want you to stay with me Goku. Live here with me." he said, saying it directly against my ear again. It feels ticklish. I fight the urge to giggle stupidly.
But wait.
Did I hear that right?
What did he mean live together? Like otters in a cramped pond?
Seems.. Uh.. Rather fishy.
"Let's start a brand new world, Goku. One without taboo, and discrimination." Homura continued, running a finger against my cheek. I struggled with the chains, hoping to somehow release some of my supposedly hidden powers and knee him somewhere around the balls. Eheh.
Come to think about it, that sounds lame. Considering I have an Almighty Staff and powers, all I wished to do was knee him.
Well, don't look at me! It just seemed the proper notion, ne?
But, I can't move, being bounded and all.
"What do you say, Goku? Think about it. You and I will be great together." His hands were now trailing past my cheek and down my neck.
"I'm sorry Homura. But I really can't do that. Let's just fight okay? Like the old times!" I said, even grinning. I hoped this would convince him to just fight me.
Which, of course, is far more better than being bounded by chains in a stone wall.
Apparently, it didn't work.
And if you're really curious, his hands stopped at my stomach.
There. Just there, okay? I'd just like to let you know.
"Goku, why do you hesitate? It's a wonderful world I have established. If its food you're worried about, there's a million of choices I've prepared there."
Good thing I know of the word control, or else, I would be wagging my tongue at Homura at the slightest mention of millions and loads of food.
"No, it's not that. Yeah, food is an important part of a whole new world, good for you to know that, but I can't come with you."
Homura, I think, was getting angry.
I could feel his chains vibrating. Maybe from suppressed anger or maybe from frustration. I don't really know.
"Why Goku? Why?"
"Cause, like your followers, Shien, and Zeon, I've already promised loyalty and it's not you."
"Loyalty? Look where your loyalty has led you to!" he said, grasping my shoulders, and shaking me.
"I don't care. I chose this path and no matter how many times I get a lump on my head, or the numerous times he smacks me and say upsetting words, I wouldn't leave him."
By this time, I think I've said enough. Eheh.
Stupid me.
Cause right now, he's spitting angry. He punched my jaw again.
"All this for Genjo Sanzo? That stupid, good for nothing human? That useless, brainless monk?! You must be kidding me!"
"Say one more thing about him, and I swear I'll kill your sorry ass."
This time, I earned three punches on each cheek, and a kick somewhere in my stomach and in my shins.
Talk about major, and I mean major hatred for Sanzo.
But I don't regret saying that. I mean it. I'm deadly serious about it.
Don't you dare slur anything against Sanzo. Or else, you'll face me.
Okay, I look at Homura's face, and I am reminded of by a dog gone nuts. Scary, ne?
I force my already rattled nerves to calm down and waited for a diatribe. And here they go..
"What did you say? You'll kill me for that ningen? You stupid fool. I'll show you. I'll make you pay for that."
"Not if I kill you first."
For a moment, he just smiled at me. Then his features abruptly changed, and he grabbed me roughly by my neck.
"Listen to me, Goku. Your beloved Sanzo and your other little friends will come here, no doubt. But" he said, tightening his grasp on my neck "I'll make sure they won't get what they came here for. I'll dispose of that Sanzo once and for all."
He laughed his maniac again, and squeezed my neck one, last final time. And actually, I felt scared of what he said. There's a ring of truth in his words.
They actually might come here for me. And if they did come, Homura might really kill Sanzo.
Kill Sanzo.
It rang inside my head, again and again.
What makes it worse is the thought that he might do it in front of my very eyes.
He'll kill Sanzo.
Okay, so he might have hurt me big time, but as I said, I can't let that shocking-faced god touch Sanzo.
I promise.
Sanzo:
"Oi, Sanzo! Bakero! You pounce on our room, forced us o get dressed, practically threw us into a frenzy, and made us ride in the jeep. And still, you've got the nerve to say nothing!" That was Gojyo, who was screaming by my ear.
I could feel him moving about behind me, and I could feel his deep desire of pulling my hair and tear me into pieces.
Good for him. If he touches me or anything, I've got my gun reloaded and ready at his slightest touch.
Meanwhile, Hakkai wasn't his usual happy self. He wasn't smiling all the time, nor saying stupid things like: "What a peaceful day!" He actually looks very grumpy.
I repeat. Very grumpy.
Every once in a while, he glances in the side mirror and glares at me.
Really, this is highly unusual of Hakkai. So, I just glare back. What else is there to do?
His driving wasn't good too. He kept hitting the brakes and spurts ahead. He does this several times, and our heads get this motion as though we're riding in a defective rollercoaster ride.
He does this several times, and believe it or not, (who cares anyway if you don't believe me?) he glares at me again.
Ba-ka.
So, happening upon two horny guys having sex was bad? Please.
It's not like it's unusual.
Well, it's just highly unusual.
"Oi Sanzo! Teme! Where are we going?" Gojyo asked again, this time tugging at my robes.
Promptly, I turned around and placed my gun on his temple.
"Urusai!"
He sobered up quickly and smiled horsily, baring all his hands as if to appease me. I felt Hakkai tapping at my shoulder.
I huffed and turned around in my seat.
Hakkai looked at me primly and raised his eyebrows. I smirked and suddenly noticed something.
Sweatdrop.
His shirt was on backwards.
His zipper was open too.
I threw my eyes heaven cast.
I must note it to myself: Sex doesn't make you horny; it makes you more scatterbrained like this one here.
"Oi, Sanzo! You're driving me nuts! Where are we going?"
Okay. So I need not tell you that it's Gojyo once again shouting at my ear.
And oh yeah, have you noticed that he'd been starting his every sentence with 'Oi, Sanzo!'?
It's getting on my nerves.
Really getting on my nerves.
"More importantly, Sanzo where's Goku?"
So finally they noticed the saru was gone-
"Oi Sanzo! That's right! Where's the baka saru?"
I swear, if he calls by my name again, I'll change names.
"Homura." I answered, knowing that one name is enough.
But then again, I should have known whom I was talking to.
Gojyo looked at me dumbfounded. You know, all the times he'd accused Goku of being stupid, I always second the motion that he and Goku weren't really that far in that range.
And now I'm reminded again. Boy he's dumb.
"Homura? No. I'm asking about the monkey." Gojyo repeated, obviously confused.
Boy, make that really dumb.
Hakkai however, was nodding off beside me, a thoughtful look in his face.
"Well, let's go." He said stepping on the accelerator.
"Go? Where? And where the hell is the saru?" Gojyo kept asking, getting frustrated more and more all the time.
Hakkai answered for him.
"It's pay back time, Gojyo."
Hakuryu screamed... Er, wailed, and we were soon moving at a very fast rate.
Good. Finally we're in action.
Gojyo however could still be heard in the background, muttering about a missing monkey from wild life and cursing snooping, bitchy monks to hell as well as a fighting god, which by the way, he didn't know why he was part of Today's Headline.
Ba-ka.
We drove steadily for a while and at last, when our jeep's tires squealed stop, I found myself staring up at a tall, dark and gloomy tower, which is recognizable to be only of Homura's.
I closed my eyes for a while feeling his ki inside the hideous thing.
I knew at once that I had to save him.
Funny.
Did I just use the word save?
It's hard to think that I'm here and possibly saving a monkey from the hands of a crazy fighting god, who might have been imposing lustful thoughts and dreams.
Oooh. Exciting.
Sounds like a cheesy, underdeveloped soap opera theme, wherein Goku was your damsel in distress, and Homura your typical wicked witch. And me?
Don't even think about it. I actually am puking in my own stupid thoughts.
But enough of this. Time to save my damsel.
Behind me, Hakkai was jerking Gojyo from his seat, but the later seems a bit hesitant and was rather intent in clinging on to Hakuryu.
"Oi, I didn't brought you here to burden me. As it is I'll leave you behind then." As I said that, Hakkai threw a pleading look towards Gojyo, lowering his eyes. The effect was truly alluring. So, as I suspect, Gojyo turned putty and stood up.
Pardon me while I drool off somewhere.
They walk together beside me, and the three of us opened the big metal door.
"Pity on this people. I wouldn't be gentle today." Hakkai said and smiled serenely.
And that proved right, because we've reached the third floor in fifteen minutes flat.
Upon reaching the said floor, the two faithful puppies of Homura stood in the center.
One of them, Shien had his eyes closed.
He always has his eyes closed, by the way. I don't know why. He's just like that.
The other Zenon, who had his other eye covered by leather.
Now I know why they stick together.
Birds of the same feather flock together.
Their leader has mismatched eyes and the followers have defective ones.
Maybe Hakkai could join them.
So anyway, they stopped us from going further. This bothered me. I didn't want these two from hindering me.
And because I disturbed my own two servants from their activity, they might not be nice enough to let me go off the hook.
However, the half breed conceded, surprising me.
"Oi, monk! Leave this to us! Go save your beloved pet monkey." He said sneering.
I bit back a retort and glared at him spitefully.
But hell.
For all I know he's just raving to get back to bed.
So I hurry ahead, making my way up to the final and last floor.
Everything was silent and there was no light.
Instinctively I reach for my gun, holding it out in front of me.
I strained my ears but I heard nothing.
So I put my pinky inside my ear and scraped and twisted.
And I listened again.
Still nothing.
So I lifted my pinky again, and before I even put in my ears, I heard the manic laughter that I know all too well.
Then came the flicking of lights.
It was dramatic. Really.
Guess I wasn't wrong when I think of this event as cheap and cheesy.
Because Homura first opened a spot light directly over Goku, who was bounded up in chains high up in the wall. I'm ready to bet that he's scared out of his mind and one look at his face confirmed that I was indeed right.
I feel a major urge to kill the bastard.
After the spotlight all the lights came on, and I finally saw Homura, who was standing near the switch. We locked eyes for a long time.
I could feel the silence, the tension, the hatred.
He was the first one to break the silence.
"Good of you to come, Konzen."
Konzen again. Foolish.
"I don't recall being named Konzen at all. Now, let Goku go."
Homura didn't answer he merely toyed with the switches.
He dimmed the lights for a few notches.
"First time for you? Oh yes I forgot. You haven't learned switches yet, it's far too advanced for you. Your little brain cell might not take it." I said not resisting the urge to open my mouth.
Again he said nothing and dropped the lights to another notch. It's practically dark now.
"Okay, go practice play lights, you need all the help you can get. I'm taking my saru back."
I inched closer to Goku this time, hoping to take a reaction from him this time.
Bingo.
He moved towards me. He walked deliberately and stopped meters away from me.
Finally, he spoke again.
"I'll strike you a deal, Konzen."
"I don't do deals Homura. I do everything by my pace."
"Oh yeah?" He asked me, walking over to the saru.
"Yeah." I answered sarcastically.
"What if I did this, still wouldn't listen?" He said and took his way too big knife, and placed it on Goku's neck.
I saw the saru's face pale, maybe because he can't do anything about it. He can't move.
I shoot him twice, smoke coming out of my gun.
As expected, it didn't even scratch him.
Instead it just made him angrier. He moved the blade closer and a thin line of blood appeared, trailing down the blade.
Deep inside, I panicked, knowing that Homura could really kill Goku by doing this.
It really irked me when I stand helpless, and it reminds me of a very painful memory.
A memory that I try to forget.
A memory that I didn't wish to happen again.
And not Goku. Not someone who's important to me again.
So, as it is, I'm forced to be at his bidding.
"What do you want?" I said, eyeing the monkey up there. He was shaking his head, motioning to me to stop playing along with his captor.
By doing that, Homura's blade sinked farther down his neck, and by now, a lot of blood was dripping from his bruised face.
But don't worry. I'm not as stupid as you think.
I have a plan.
A plan that Homura didn't know.
"You know what I want, Genjo Sanzo. I want the sutra."
"Really brilliant. Where, by the way, is the deal?"
"Let's do this both ways. I hand over Son Goku, and you hand over the sutra. The usual."
This was exactly what I wished to hear. My plan is going at full speed.
"As usual, Homura, your originality amazes me."
"Ready, Konzen?" he asked, lowering the blade now, and reaching up, loosening the chains that bounded Goku.
He eyed me, and without a word, I removed my sutra.
The moment he saw me remove my sutra, he released Goku from the last of his chains, and the monkey sort of slid downwards, void of all energy. He clasped the monkey by the arm, and held him at an arm's length.
I did the same with my sutra.
In a span of a heartbeat, I prepared myself to hit him, but my punch never came.
That was my brilliant plan, to make him remove the chains off Goku andfrom there I'll advance on him.
But what I didn't expect that we had the same idea.
Because in span of a heartbeat, he too, slashed me in the chest with such a great intensity that I was thrown backwards, my sutra flying from my grasp.
I hit the other end wall, sliding down the same way as Goku had earlier.
I look down at my chest, surprised to see that it was cut so deeply, that my blood was actually spurting out. It was long cut, too. It started from my abs up to my breasts.
My world started to dim, and I distinctly heard someone shouting my name.
Opening one eye, I was startled to see a crying saru beside me.
He looked so upset and so angry at the same time.
Hoping to calm him down, I reached up to pat him on the head as I always do when he's feeling really down, but somehow, I couldn't even lift a finger.
So instead, he touched my cheek lightly.
All was getting hazy, and I was getting really sleepy.
Really sleepy that I didn't mind that I wasn't acting my cold usual self.
I closed my eyes, blacking out, leaning towards his touch one last time.
t.b.c.
A/N:
Chap 5! Yay! Done at last. Hope this took long. I wanted it to be longer than the usual.
So there, hope you still have the time to review.
Love you, peeps!
Well, here I go again. I hope you'll like this too. It's a bit longer, and I hope you wont fall asleep as you read this.
Thanks, and reviews please. ^__~
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The Monk in Action
Goku:
I've been awake for a while now. My jaw still hurts from the alternating pinches Homura had given me to rouse me from my deep slumber. Well, as you might have figured out, he went inside my dreams and kinda trashed it. He used my weaknesses, I guess. Maybe he knew Sanzo meant a lot to me. In a weird way, I felt a bit grateful to him, that he at least woke me. That place is the pits. The voice constantly rang in my head, reminding me second after second of Sanzo's hatred towards me.
But is it true? He was spoofing it, didn't he? I really can't know.
Well, I am currently bounded by chains, you know.
It's the worst position I can think of.
I'm way up high in a cold stone wall, my arms, feet, and waist tightly coiled by chains.
I can't move. I can't reach down. I can't flex absolutely any part of my body.
To make things easier for you, I'm almost paralyzed and immobile.
Long before Sanzo found me, I was also doomed to be in this position. Until of course the day he finally saved me. He said he'd been hearing voices, and before it struck me of something psychotic.
Well, who could blame me? I mean voices inside the head? What's next? Frilly singing choir? Please.
But now, whatever that meant, I hope this time the voice that he hears will be eardrum splitting loud, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, Homura enters the room now, as he left me a while ago. He was smiling a little more maliciously, if possible, than the last time.
"Goku, Goku..Having fun?" he asks me, directing his mouth in my ear.
Hey- what does he think, anyway, I'm deaf? I answer him, though.
"No. What do you want from me, Homura?"
"Nothing." He replied, now flattening his body against mine. I can't really breathe. Who would've thought he's this heavy? Must be because of all those chains.
Or is it? Maybe I can't breathe for a whole new different reason, but let's not talk about that.
"Well, if it's nothing, just let me go."
Homura laughed, as if it was the most absurdist thing he heard. As if his own reason for keeping me here wasn't absurd. No, not at all.
"Well, I just can't. I want you to stay with me Goku. Live here with me." he said, saying it directly against my ear again. It feels ticklish. I fight the urge to giggle stupidly.
But wait.
Did I hear that right?
What did he mean live together? Like otters in a cramped pond?
Seems.. Uh.. Rather fishy.
"Let's start a brand new world, Goku. One without taboo, and discrimination." Homura continued, running a finger against my cheek. I struggled with the chains, hoping to somehow release some of my supposedly hidden powers and knee him somewhere around the balls. Eheh.
Come to think about it, that sounds lame. Considering I have an Almighty Staff and powers, all I wished to do was knee him.
Well, don't look at me! It just seemed the proper notion, ne?
But, I can't move, being bounded and all.
"What do you say, Goku? Think about it. You and I will be great together." His hands were now trailing past my cheek and down my neck.
"I'm sorry Homura. But I really can't do that. Let's just fight okay? Like the old times!" I said, even grinning. I hoped this would convince him to just fight me.
Which, of course, is far more better than being bounded by chains in a stone wall.
Apparently, it didn't work.
And if you're really curious, his hands stopped at my stomach.
There. Just there, okay? I'd just like to let you know.
"Goku, why do you hesitate? It's a wonderful world I have established. If its food you're worried about, there's a million of choices I've prepared there."
Good thing I know of the word control, or else, I would be wagging my tongue at Homura at the slightest mention of millions and loads of food.
"No, it's not that. Yeah, food is an important part of a whole new world, good for you to know that, but I can't come with you."
Homura, I think, was getting angry.
I could feel his chains vibrating. Maybe from suppressed anger or maybe from frustration. I don't really know.
"Why Goku? Why?"
"Cause, like your followers, Shien, and Zeon, I've already promised loyalty and it's not you."
"Loyalty? Look where your loyalty has led you to!" he said, grasping my shoulders, and shaking me.
"I don't care. I chose this path and no matter how many times I get a lump on my head, or the numerous times he smacks me and say upsetting words, I wouldn't leave him."
By this time, I think I've said enough. Eheh.
Stupid me.
Cause right now, he's spitting angry. He punched my jaw again.
"All this for Genjo Sanzo? That stupid, good for nothing human? That useless, brainless monk?! You must be kidding me!"
"Say one more thing about him, and I swear I'll kill your sorry ass."
This time, I earned three punches on each cheek, and a kick somewhere in my stomach and in my shins.
Talk about major, and I mean major hatred for Sanzo.
But I don't regret saying that. I mean it. I'm deadly serious about it.
Don't you dare slur anything against Sanzo. Or else, you'll face me.
Okay, I look at Homura's face, and I am reminded of by a dog gone nuts. Scary, ne?
I force my already rattled nerves to calm down and waited for a diatribe. And here they go..
"What did you say? You'll kill me for that ningen? You stupid fool. I'll show you. I'll make you pay for that."
"Not if I kill you first."
For a moment, he just smiled at me. Then his features abruptly changed, and he grabbed me roughly by my neck.
"Listen to me, Goku. Your beloved Sanzo and your other little friends will come here, no doubt. But" he said, tightening his grasp on my neck "I'll make sure they won't get what they came here for. I'll dispose of that Sanzo once and for all."
He laughed his maniac again, and squeezed my neck one, last final time. And actually, I felt scared of what he said. There's a ring of truth in his words.
They actually might come here for me. And if they did come, Homura might really kill Sanzo.
Kill Sanzo.
It rang inside my head, again and again.
What makes it worse is the thought that he might do it in front of my very eyes.
He'll kill Sanzo.
Okay, so he might have hurt me big time, but as I said, I can't let that shocking-faced god touch Sanzo.
I promise.
Sanzo:
"Oi, Sanzo! Bakero! You pounce on our room, forced us o get dressed, practically threw us into a frenzy, and made us ride in the jeep. And still, you've got the nerve to say nothing!" That was Gojyo, who was screaming by my ear.
I could feel him moving about behind me, and I could feel his deep desire of pulling my hair and tear me into pieces.
Good for him. If he touches me or anything, I've got my gun reloaded and ready at his slightest touch.
Meanwhile, Hakkai wasn't his usual happy self. He wasn't smiling all the time, nor saying stupid things like: "What a peaceful day!" He actually looks very grumpy.
I repeat. Very grumpy.
Every once in a while, he glances in the side mirror and glares at me.
Really, this is highly unusual of Hakkai. So, I just glare back. What else is there to do?
His driving wasn't good too. He kept hitting the brakes and spurts ahead. He does this several times, and our heads get this motion as though we're riding in a defective rollercoaster ride.
He does this several times, and believe it or not, (who cares anyway if you don't believe me?) he glares at me again.
Ba-ka.
So, happening upon two horny guys having sex was bad? Please.
It's not like it's unusual.
Well, it's just highly unusual.
"Oi Sanzo! Teme! Where are we going?" Gojyo asked again, this time tugging at my robes.
Promptly, I turned around and placed my gun on his temple.
"Urusai!"
He sobered up quickly and smiled horsily, baring all his hands as if to appease me. I felt Hakkai tapping at my shoulder.
I huffed and turned around in my seat.
Hakkai looked at me primly and raised his eyebrows. I smirked and suddenly noticed something.
Sweatdrop.
His shirt was on backwards.
His zipper was open too.
I threw my eyes heaven cast.
I must note it to myself: Sex doesn't make you horny; it makes you more scatterbrained like this one here.
"Oi, Sanzo! You're driving me nuts! Where are we going?"
Okay. So I need not tell you that it's Gojyo once again shouting at my ear.
And oh yeah, have you noticed that he'd been starting his every sentence with 'Oi, Sanzo!'?
It's getting on my nerves.
Really getting on my nerves.
"More importantly, Sanzo where's Goku?"
So finally they noticed the saru was gone-
"Oi Sanzo! That's right! Where's the baka saru?"
I swear, if he calls by my name again, I'll change names.
"Homura." I answered, knowing that one name is enough.
But then again, I should have known whom I was talking to.
Gojyo looked at me dumbfounded. You know, all the times he'd accused Goku of being stupid, I always second the motion that he and Goku weren't really that far in that range.
And now I'm reminded again. Boy he's dumb.
"Homura? No. I'm asking about the monkey." Gojyo repeated, obviously confused.
Boy, make that really dumb.
Hakkai however, was nodding off beside me, a thoughtful look in his face.
"Well, let's go." He said stepping on the accelerator.
"Go? Where? And where the hell is the saru?" Gojyo kept asking, getting frustrated more and more all the time.
Hakkai answered for him.
"It's pay back time, Gojyo."
Hakuryu screamed... Er, wailed, and we were soon moving at a very fast rate.
Good. Finally we're in action.
Gojyo however could still be heard in the background, muttering about a missing monkey from wild life and cursing snooping, bitchy monks to hell as well as a fighting god, which by the way, he didn't know why he was part of Today's Headline.
Ba-ka.
We drove steadily for a while and at last, when our jeep's tires squealed stop, I found myself staring up at a tall, dark and gloomy tower, which is recognizable to be only of Homura's.
I closed my eyes for a while feeling his ki inside the hideous thing.
I knew at once that I had to save him.
Funny.
Did I just use the word save?
It's hard to think that I'm here and possibly saving a monkey from the hands of a crazy fighting god, who might have been imposing lustful thoughts and dreams.
Oooh. Exciting.
Sounds like a cheesy, underdeveloped soap opera theme, wherein Goku was your damsel in distress, and Homura your typical wicked witch. And me?
Don't even think about it. I actually am puking in my own stupid thoughts.
But enough of this. Time to save my damsel.
Behind me, Hakkai was jerking Gojyo from his seat, but the later seems a bit hesitant and was rather intent in clinging on to Hakuryu.
"Oi, I didn't brought you here to burden me. As it is I'll leave you behind then." As I said that, Hakkai threw a pleading look towards Gojyo, lowering his eyes. The effect was truly alluring. So, as I suspect, Gojyo turned putty and stood up.
Pardon me while I drool off somewhere.
They walk together beside me, and the three of us opened the big metal door.
"Pity on this people. I wouldn't be gentle today." Hakkai said and smiled serenely.
And that proved right, because we've reached the third floor in fifteen minutes flat.
Upon reaching the said floor, the two faithful puppies of Homura stood in the center.
One of them, Shien had his eyes closed.
He always has his eyes closed, by the way. I don't know why. He's just like that.
The other Zenon, who had his other eye covered by leather.
Now I know why they stick together.
Birds of the same feather flock together.
Their leader has mismatched eyes and the followers have defective ones.
Maybe Hakkai could join them.
So anyway, they stopped us from going further. This bothered me. I didn't want these two from hindering me.
And because I disturbed my own two servants from their activity, they might not be nice enough to let me go off the hook.
However, the half breed conceded, surprising me.
"Oi, monk! Leave this to us! Go save your beloved pet monkey." He said sneering.
I bit back a retort and glared at him spitefully.
But hell.
For all I know he's just raving to get back to bed.
So I hurry ahead, making my way up to the final and last floor.
Everything was silent and there was no light.
Instinctively I reach for my gun, holding it out in front of me.
I strained my ears but I heard nothing.
So I put my pinky inside my ear and scraped and twisted.
And I listened again.
Still nothing.
So I lifted my pinky again, and before I even put in my ears, I heard the manic laughter that I know all too well.
Then came the flicking of lights.
It was dramatic. Really.
Guess I wasn't wrong when I think of this event as cheap and cheesy.
Because Homura first opened a spot light directly over Goku, who was bounded up in chains high up in the wall. I'm ready to bet that he's scared out of his mind and one look at his face confirmed that I was indeed right.
I feel a major urge to kill the bastard.
After the spotlight all the lights came on, and I finally saw Homura, who was standing near the switch. We locked eyes for a long time.
I could feel the silence, the tension, the hatred.
He was the first one to break the silence.
"Good of you to come, Konzen."
Konzen again. Foolish.
"I don't recall being named Konzen at all. Now, let Goku go."
Homura didn't answer he merely toyed with the switches.
He dimmed the lights for a few notches.
"First time for you? Oh yes I forgot. You haven't learned switches yet, it's far too advanced for you. Your little brain cell might not take it." I said not resisting the urge to open my mouth.
Again he said nothing and dropped the lights to another notch. It's practically dark now.
"Okay, go practice play lights, you need all the help you can get. I'm taking my saru back."
I inched closer to Goku this time, hoping to take a reaction from him this time.
Bingo.
He moved towards me. He walked deliberately and stopped meters away from me.
Finally, he spoke again.
"I'll strike you a deal, Konzen."
"I don't do deals Homura. I do everything by my pace."
"Oh yeah?" He asked me, walking over to the saru.
"Yeah." I answered sarcastically.
"What if I did this, still wouldn't listen?" He said and took his way too big knife, and placed it on Goku's neck.
I saw the saru's face pale, maybe because he can't do anything about it. He can't move.
I shoot him twice, smoke coming out of my gun.
As expected, it didn't even scratch him.
Instead it just made him angrier. He moved the blade closer and a thin line of blood appeared, trailing down the blade.
Deep inside, I panicked, knowing that Homura could really kill Goku by doing this.
It really irked me when I stand helpless, and it reminds me of a very painful memory.
A memory that I try to forget.
A memory that I didn't wish to happen again.
And not Goku. Not someone who's important to me again.
So, as it is, I'm forced to be at his bidding.
"What do you want?" I said, eyeing the monkey up there. He was shaking his head, motioning to me to stop playing along with his captor.
By doing that, Homura's blade sinked farther down his neck, and by now, a lot of blood was dripping from his bruised face.
But don't worry. I'm not as stupid as you think.
I have a plan.
A plan that Homura didn't know.
"You know what I want, Genjo Sanzo. I want the sutra."
"Really brilliant. Where, by the way, is the deal?"
"Let's do this both ways. I hand over Son Goku, and you hand over the sutra. The usual."
This was exactly what I wished to hear. My plan is going at full speed.
"As usual, Homura, your originality amazes me."
"Ready, Konzen?" he asked, lowering the blade now, and reaching up, loosening the chains that bounded Goku.
He eyed me, and without a word, I removed my sutra.
The moment he saw me remove my sutra, he released Goku from the last of his chains, and the monkey sort of slid downwards, void of all energy. He clasped the monkey by the arm, and held him at an arm's length.
I did the same with my sutra.
In a span of a heartbeat, I prepared myself to hit him, but my punch never came.
That was my brilliant plan, to make him remove the chains off Goku andfrom there I'll advance on him.
But what I didn't expect that we had the same idea.
Because in span of a heartbeat, he too, slashed me in the chest with such a great intensity that I was thrown backwards, my sutra flying from my grasp.
I hit the other end wall, sliding down the same way as Goku had earlier.
I look down at my chest, surprised to see that it was cut so deeply, that my blood was actually spurting out. It was long cut, too. It started from my abs up to my breasts.
My world started to dim, and I distinctly heard someone shouting my name.
Opening one eye, I was startled to see a crying saru beside me.
He looked so upset and so angry at the same time.
Hoping to calm him down, I reached up to pat him on the head as I always do when he's feeling really down, but somehow, I couldn't even lift a finger.
So instead, he touched my cheek lightly.
All was getting hazy, and I was getting really sleepy.
Really sleepy that I didn't mind that I wasn't acting my cold usual self.
I closed my eyes, blacking out, leaning towards his touch one last time.
t.b.c.
A/N:
Chap 5! Yay! Done at last. Hope this took long. I wanted it to be longer than the usual.
So there, hope you still have the time to review.
Love you, peeps!