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(notice how little Hanei has been writing on the top lately ^_^ It's the
laziness bug) Let's get straight to business! Here's chapter eleven!
Disclaimer: Character's from saiyuki are merely being borrowed by this lowly fanfic author. Kazuya Minekura-sama, thank you for creating Gensomaden Saiyuki (worship)
The Only One
Chapter Eleven
by Hanei Tamashii
Goku finally made it to the toilet. He entered the empty toilet, swaying slightly in his steps. The interior of the toilet was surprisingly bright unlike the rest of the club. Bright splashes of red, yellow, blue, green, every color imaginable made the wall look like an art piece worthy of Picassos. However, the abstract art of the wall seemed to by making Goku more nauseous by the minute. 'Damn, I must be drunk!' he cursed. He should have asked Gojyo to accompany him. Funny, the man should have offered to come with him ne? He brushed the thought away. The ero-kappa was too busy to remember about his duty with the beautiful onna in his arms. He grasped onto the marble sink. Itai.. his head was beginning to hurt too. He steadied himself by the sink, taking deep slow breaths. He reached for the tap but missed. The room was getting more swirly by the minute, the colors clashing in his mind. 'Kuso.. what's happening?' He tried to reach for the tap again, this time succeeding. Goku tried twisting the tap but as he strained to do so, a sharp burst of pain stabbed every inch of his body.
"ARGH!!!!!!!"
Goku crumpled onto the checkered floor clutching his chest, the source of the throbbing pain. His heart hurt so much, as if someone had thrust a dagger in it and twisted it around. He was even having difficulty breathing. Every breath burned his lungs.
"AAHH!!!!" His fingers went numb, he couldn't feel his fingers! His vision started to blur... the room around him spinning wildly. "Tou-san.." Goku mumbled feebly. The pain was eating him alive. No...he had to stay awake... get Gojyo....ARGH!!!!!!
The darkness was so comforting.... He could leave all the pain behind...it just hurt so much... Before he surrendered to the welcoming blackness, a vague image appeared in his mind.
"Sanzo....sanzo." Goku closed his eyes and his head slowly tilted to one side. His face was no longer scrunched up in pain, the hands previously balled into fists, loosened ever so slightly. The screams of pain were no more.
HANEI'S TIMEOUT!!!
Hanei: Is Goku....Goku... DEAD?! (mUAHAHAHA) That's for me to know and you guys to read on!
Goku suddenly appears in a puff of smoke beside Hanei
Goku: Huh? What happened. Ah!!!! I can see through my hands. Nani?! What's going on? You! You killed me!!!! (jumps at Hanei)
Hanei: (runs away) No! Goku-sama!!! Be calm, there's more to the story!!! Chill!!!!
Goku: (points to top of head) Then what is this?!
Hanei: (looks up at halo) Aw... that's so pwetty. (Goku growls) -_-; Ok, ok... hang on.
Hanei then proceeds to erase the coming storyboard and quickly draws something new at lightning fast speed.
Hanei: There! Everything is a-ok!
Goku: Oink! Oink!
Hanei: O.o, I think I got buta-chan and Goku a little mixed up. Hehehehe...
Sanzo: Nani kore?! GET BACK TO THE STORY! I want to make an appearance you know!
Hanei: HAI SANZO-SAMA!!!!!!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!
The door to the toilet clicked open. A dark figure entered and was greeted with the sight of a boy sprawled lifelessly on the floor. His lips immediately curled into a sly grin.
"Son Goku...." He sauntered to the fallen boy and lifted him into his arms.
"I've been waiting so long for this," the figure said to himself. He gave a sickly, sinister laugh then proceeded to leave the empty toilet. In the midst of ecstasy and excitement, no one noticed a tall man carrying a large bundle in his arms exiting the club through the back door.
He threw the boy on the bed. The quiet hotel was miles away from the club he had left behind an hour ago. He smirked to himself. He had to give it to that old hag. Her plan for once was meaningful. He dug his hand into the depth of his pocket and pulled out a thumb-sized test tube, which contained a clear red liquid inside. He eyed the tube, contemplating whether he should give the antidote. It DID have an interesting side effect to it. He smiled evilly to himself. Finally, finally he could get back at that icy Koori. No one was going to reject him, no one... Those who did had to pay! He looked forward to seeing how the entire mission would toy with that little stony heart of Koori's. He advanced towards the boy. He was still out cold. He knew if he didn't let the boy have the antidote in another (glances at watch) five minutes, the poison would finally disrupt every tiny little cell in his body and eventually kill the boy. No.. he wouldn't die. He couldn't... he had an important role to play. The figure gripped the boy's hair, pulling him into his arms.
"Yes.. good boy. Good little Son Goku," he snickered. He snapped open the top of the tube and took the liquid into his mouth. Tossing the now worthless tube aside, he drew the boy nearer, closer to him. He opened the boy's mouth and fused his mouth over his, transferring the antidote down the boy's throat. The figure grinned and dropped the boy, who suddenly sprang back to life, choking on the foreign substance. He licked his lips and gently sat beside the boy.
"Sanzo? Sanzoo.?" The boy moaned weakly. The figure gave no reply but merely traced his fingers along the boy's face.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere..." The boy painfully rose from the bed. He could tell the boy was very disorientated by his shaky movements, his harsh breathing... the uncertainty in his voice. Kanpeki..
"Ne... Sanzo, why is it so hot? I feel like I'm on fire." Goku didn't see the hidden grin in the dark. 'Why was it so dark?' Goku didn't want to think about it. His head ache when he tried using it. It was all so groggy.. so weird.. so HOT! Then, he felt hands on his. What was Sanzo doing? The buttons of his shirt slowly came undone, and the cold hands pushed the white material aside. 'Cold..why does Sanzo feel so cold?' He couldn't think coherently, at the contact, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. It felt so good... it gave him a very light feeling, ecstasy.. heaven. The pain he had experienced earlier had left his mind. 'Sanzo...'
He laughed, the boy was too easy to fool. He had to give credit to the poor scientist coerced into making the drug. He ran his hand along the boy's surprisingly hard chest. 'No wonder the boy excites you..like you do me.' The boy was pliant in his arms, letting to whatever he wanted. 'What would you feel if you saw this Koori? I wonder..' He forced the boy down and teasingly kissed the boy.
Something felt wrong..Goku couldn't tell what. But there was something out of place. The kiss was different, the taste of it, his scent, the coldness. The body above his was not Sanzo's. Realization finally made his head a tad clearer. Yet the drugging hazziness left him helpless... 'Damn the drugs, ah..Sanzo! Help me!' Goku couldn't struggle against the body above his. He didn't have the strength to. Goku tried pushing the man away, but he only succeeded touching the man's face.
"Ah... so the rich kid ain't that dumb ne?" Goku shivered at the chilliness of the voice.
"Get off me!"
"Try me."
"HELP!!!"
CRASH!
A streak of light streamed over the bodies on the bed. The door had been kicked open, and at the doorway stood a man clad entirely in black.
"Get off the boy Homura." The deep voice was dangerously strained.
The light revealed the body atop Goku's. A tall man with glossy black hair and mismatched eyes that were currently engaged in an eye lock with purple ones.
"Genjo Sanzo," he spat. "So the hero is finally here."
"I won't repeat it, get off the boy."
Homura gave a triumphant smile. "What if I don't want to? What if I do this?" He bent low and roughly forced his lips onto Goku's bruised lips. Only the boy's muffled protests were heard.
Red. All he saw was a blinding streak of red. Without hesitation he lunged for Homura and punched him off Goku. He leaped back, avoiding Homura's kick and pulled out his revolver.
"Move and die."
Homura gave him a wide grin. "Don't shoot. I'm unarmed. I won't harm the boy you know." He slowly put up both his hands. "I've done my part, I was just about to leave." Another sick smile.
"Urusai!" A gunshot was heard.
The occupants in the room stood still. No one had moved.
"Get out before I really shoot you."
Homura solemnly walked to the door. "It's not over."
Click.
"Hai, hai.." Homura murmured and closed the door shut.
"Sannnzo? Sanzooo? Is that really you?" The slur in his words indicated that Goku was still in a state of confusion. Sanzo kept the revolver away and turned on the lamp on the table. The boy was in a mess. He was missing a shirt (which in the depths of Sanzo's mind wished would never be found), his hair was more tousled than usual, his lips were cherry red (he itched to shoot the idiotic man who touched his Goku) and he reeked of booze. Sanzo bend down to pick the snowy white shirt from the floor and tossed it at the boy.
"Dress up, I'll get us a cab." Sanzo walked to the phone but heard no movement from the bed. He looked at Goku. The boy's head drooped downwards, the light in the room did nothing to light his features.
"Sanzo... you're disgusted by me ne?" the boy finally said quietly.
The blonde didn't know what to say. On one hand he wanted to lie, wanted to shout out "Yes! I am! Utterly totally disgusted, how could you let that man kiss you!" but the truth.. the truth was he was disgusted at himself! How could he? How could he leave the boy's side. If he were with him, he would try to do something to protect the boy. Yes... protect the boy. Not only as a bodyguard..more than that. He was still unsure of what. Maybe it was his brief connection with the boy in his past, maybe he reminded him of the pleasant feeling with his shishou, maybe it was just plain male pride wanting to protect his precious toy. He was clueless. So he did what he did best, keeping his mouth sealed tight.
After what seemed like an infinity of silence, the creaking of the bed under the boy's weight brought Sanzo back to reality.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Goku buttoned his shirt and headed to the toilet. Sanzo heard the splashing of water and the silent footsteps entering the room again. The boy seemed hesitant, as though he wanted to say something but he finally cowered out.
"You'll call the cab ne? I'll head down first. I feel a little dizzy, a little fresh air may be what I need."
The night was chilly, dry but chilly. Goku wished he had a jacket or something but he didn't. He walked out the run down hotel. The place was really deserted, he wondered where they where. Goku saw a park across the road and decided to rest there instead of the moldy lobby of the hotel. As he was about to cross the street, he didn't see the two spots of light suddenly flaring to life. When he realized there was a loud screeching sound and looked up, it was too late.
"GOKUUUU!!!!!!!!"
To be continued........
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Kindly drop me a review to let me know I'm not on this alone! Ja!
Disclaimer: Character's from saiyuki are merely being borrowed by this lowly fanfic author. Kazuya Minekura-sama, thank you for creating Gensomaden Saiyuki (worship)
The Only One
Chapter Eleven
by Hanei Tamashii
Goku finally made it to the toilet. He entered the empty toilet, swaying slightly in his steps. The interior of the toilet was surprisingly bright unlike the rest of the club. Bright splashes of red, yellow, blue, green, every color imaginable made the wall look like an art piece worthy of Picassos. However, the abstract art of the wall seemed to by making Goku more nauseous by the minute. 'Damn, I must be drunk!' he cursed. He should have asked Gojyo to accompany him. Funny, the man should have offered to come with him ne? He brushed the thought away. The ero-kappa was too busy to remember about his duty with the beautiful onna in his arms. He grasped onto the marble sink. Itai.. his head was beginning to hurt too. He steadied himself by the sink, taking deep slow breaths. He reached for the tap but missed. The room was getting more swirly by the minute, the colors clashing in his mind. 'Kuso.. what's happening?' He tried to reach for the tap again, this time succeeding. Goku tried twisting the tap but as he strained to do so, a sharp burst of pain stabbed every inch of his body.
"ARGH!!!!!!!"
Goku crumpled onto the checkered floor clutching his chest, the source of the throbbing pain. His heart hurt so much, as if someone had thrust a dagger in it and twisted it around. He was even having difficulty breathing. Every breath burned his lungs.
"AAHH!!!!" His fingers went numb, he couldn't feel his fingers! His vision started to blur... the room around him spinning wildly. "Tou-san.." Goku mumbled feebly. The pain was eating him alive. No...he had to stay awake... get Gojyo....ARGH!!!!!!
The darkness was so comforting.... He could leave all the pain behind...it just hurt so much... Before he surrendered to the welcoming blackness, a vague image appeared in his mind.
"Sanzo....sanzo." Goku closed his eyes and his head slowly tilted to one side. His face was no longer scrunched up in pain, the hands previously balled into fists, loosened ever so slightly. The screams of pain were no more.
HANEI'S TIMEOUT!!!
Hanei: Is Goku....Goku... DEAD?! (mUAHAHAHA) That's for me to know and you guys to read on!
Goku suddenly appears in a puff of smoke beside Hanei
Goku: Huh? What happened. Ah!!!! I can see through my hands. Nani?! What's going on? You! You killed me!!!! (jumps at Hanei)
Hanei: (runs away) No! Goku-sama!!! Be calm, there's more to the story!!! Chill!!!!
Goku: (points to top of head) Then what is this?!
Hanei: (looks up at halo) Aw... that's so pwetty. (Goku growls) -_-; Ok, ok... hang on.
Hanei then proceeds to erase the coming storyboard and quickly draws something new at lightning fast speed.
Hanei: There! Everything is a-ok!
Goku: Oink! Oink!
Hanei: O.o, I think I got buta-chan and Goku a little mixed up. Hehehehe...
Sanzo: Nani kore?! GET BACK TO THE STORY! I want to make an appearance you know!
Hanei: HAI SANZO-SAMA!!!!!!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!
The door to the toilet clicked open. A dark figure entered and was greeted with the sight of a boy sprawled lifelessly on the floor. His lips immediately curled into a sly grin.
"Son Goku...." He sauntered to the fallen boy and lifted him into his arms.
"I've been waiting so long for this," the figure said to himself. He gave a sickly, sinister laugh then proceeded to leave the empty toilet. In the midst of ecstasy and excitement, no one noticed a tall man carrying a large bundle in his arms exiting the club through the back door.
He threw the boy on the bed. The quiet hotel was miles away from the club he had left behind an hour ago. He smirked to himself. He had to give it to that old hag. Her plan for once was meaningful. He dug his hand into the depth of his pocket and pulled out a thumb-sized test tube, which contained a clear red liquid inside. He eyed the tube, contemplating whether he should give the antidote. It DID have an interesting side effect to it. He smiled evilly to himself. Finally, finally he could get back at that icy Koori. No one was going to reject him, no one... Those who did had to pay! He looked forward to seeing how the entire mission would toy with that little stony heart of Koori's. He advanced towards the boy. He was still out cold. He knew if he didn't let the boy have the antidote in another (glances at watch) five minutes, the poison would finally disrupt every tiny little cell in his body and eventually kill the boy. No.. he wouldn't die. He couldn't... he had an important role to play. The figure gripped the boy's hair, pulling him into his arms.
"Yes.. good boy. Good little Son Goku," he snickered. He snapped open the top of the tube and took the liquid into his mouth. Tossing the now worthless tube aside, he drew the boy nearer, closer to him. He opened the boy's mouth and fused his mouth over his, transferring the antidote down the boy's throat. The figure grinned and dropped the boy, who suddenly sprang back to life, choking on the foreign substance. He licked his lips and gently sat beside the boy.
"Sanzo? Sanzoo.?" The boy moaned weakly. The figure gave no reply but merely traced his fingers along the boy's face.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere..." The boy painfully rose from the bed. He could tell the boy was very disorientated by his shaky movements, his harsh breathing... the uncertainty in his voice. Kanpeki..
"Ne... Sanzo, why is it so hot? I feel like I'm on fire." Goku didn't see the hidden grin in the dark. 'Why was it so dark?' Goku didn't want to think about it. His head ache when he tried using it. It was all so groggy.. so weird.. so HOT! Then, he felt hands on his. What was Sanzo doing? The buttons of his shirt slowly came undone, and the cold hands pushed the white material aside. 'Cold..why does Sanzo feel so cold?' He couldn't think coherently, at the contact, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. It felt so good... it gave him a very light feeling, ecstasy.. heaven. The pain he had experienced earlier had left his mind. 'Sanzo...'
He laughed, the boy was too easy to fool. He had to give credit to the poor scientist coerced into making the drug. He ran his hand along the boy's surprisingly hard chest. 'No wonder the boy excites you..like you do me.' The boy was pliant in his arms, letting to whatever he wanted. 'What would you feel if you saw this Koori? I wonder..' He forced the boy down and teasingly kissed the boy.
Something felt wrong..Goku couldn't tell what. But there was something out of place. The kiss was different, the taste of it, his scent, the coldness. The body above his was not Sanzo's. Realization finally made his head a tad clearer. Yet the drugging hazziness left him helpless... 'Damn the drugs, ah..Sanzo! Help me!' Goku couldn't struggle against the body above his. He didn't have the strength to. Goku tried pushing the man away, but he only succeeded touching the man's face.
"Ah... so the rich kid ain't that dumb ne?" Goku shivered at the chilliness of the voice.
"Get off me!"
"Try me."
"HELP!!!"
CRASH!
A streak of light streamed over the bodies on the bed. The door had been kicked open, and at the doorway stood a man clad entirely in black.
"Get off the boy Homura." The deep voice was dangerously strained.
The light revealed the body atop Goku's. A tall man with glossy black hair and mismatched eyes that were currently engaged in an eye lock with purple ones.
"Genjo Sanzo," he spat. "So the hero is finally here."
"I won't repeat it, get off the boy."
Homura gave a triumphant smile. "What if I don't want to? What if I do this?" He bent low and roughly forced his lips onto Goku's bruised lips. Only the boy's muffled protests were heard.
Red. All he saw was a blinding streak of red. Without hesitation he lunged for Homura and punched him off Goku. He leaped back, avoiding Homura's kick and pulled out his revolver.
"Move and die."
Homura gave him a wide grin. "Don't shoot. I'm unarmed. I won't harm the boy you know." He slowly put up both his hands. "I've done my part, I was just about to leave." Another sick smile.
"Urusai!" A gunshot was heard.
The occupants in the room stood still. No one had moved.
"Get out before I really shoot you."
Homura solemnly walked to the door. "It's not over."
Click.
"Hai, hai.." Homura murmured and closed the door shut.
"Sannnzo? Sanzooo? Is that really you?" The slur in his words indicated that Goku was still in a state of confusion. Sanzo kept the revolver away and turned on the lamp on the table. The boy was in a mess. He was missing a shirt (which in the depths of Sanzo's mind wished would never be found), his hair was more tousled than usual, his lips were cherry red (he itched to shoot the idiotic man who touched his Goku) and he reeked of booze. Sanzo bend down to pick the snowy white shirt from the floor and tossed it at the boy.
"Dress up, I'll get us a cab." Sanzo walked to the phone but heard no movement from the bed. He looked at Goku. The boy's head drooped downwards, the light in the room did nothing to light his features.
"Sanzo... you're disgusted by me ne?" the boy finally said quietly.
The blonde didn't know what to say. On one hand he wanted to lie, wanted to shout out "Yes! I am! Utterly totally disgusted, how could you let that man kiss you!" but the truth.. the truth was he was disgusted at himself! How could he? How could he leave the boy's side. If he were with him, he would try to do something to protect the boy. Yes... protect the boy. Not only as a bodyguard..more than that. He was still unsure of what. Maybe it was his brief connection with the boy in his past, maybe he reminded him of the pleasant feeling with his shishou, maybe it was just plain male pride wanting to protect his precious toy. He was clueless. So he did what he did best, keeping his mouth sealed tight.
After what seemed like an infinity of silence, the creaking of the bed under the boy's weight brought Sanzo back to reality.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Goku buttoned his shirt and headed to the toilet. Sanzo heard the splashing of water and the silent footsteps entering the room again. The boy seemed hesitant, as though he wanted to say something but he finally cowered out.
"You'll call the cab ne? I'll head down first. I feel a little dizzy, a little fresh air may be what I need."
The night was chilly, dry but chilly. Goku wished he had a jacket or something but he didn't. He walked out the run down hotel. The place was really deserted, he wondered where they where. Goku saw a park across the road and decided to rest there instead of the moldy lobby of the hotel. As he was about to cross the street, he didn't see the two spots of light suddenly flaring to life. When he realized there was a loud screeching sound and looked up, it was too late.
"GOKUUUU!!!!!!!!"
To be continued........
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Kindly drop me a review to let me know I'm not on this alone! Ja!