Don't forget Hakkai's sharp-witted stupidity*snickers*! The rest of the "Once upon a time"s are now my disgraceful poems. Spoilers for the manga.
Once upon a time I had Heaven
Now that Heaven is Hell
He was being stupid, but he couldn't go back now.
Besides, he'd hate to have Gojyo involved.
Goku stared outside the window, letting the sweet sunshine caress his face. Absently, he rubbed one of his wrists, tracing over the faint scar left by his manacles. Five hundred years of wearing them had made his skin scar permantly. He didn't like looking at it, which was why he usually pulled his wristbands over them. Sanzo knew about them, but Hakkai and Gojyo didn't. It was a good thing his skin was tan enough, because it was hard to spot unless one squinted hard. Suddenly, the boy winced and looked over his hands. A small bead of red. His fingernail had cut into it.
"What are you doing here, bakazaru? Life starting to slow you down?" Goku just grinned, rubbing away the scarlet.
"Nope! But Sanzo- I'm hungry~!" As his ignored stomach made that fact true, one of the priest's eyes starting twitching. Goku felt his head hit the floor as the infamous paper fan smacked him over the head, "Ouuuuch..."
"Damn right, "ouch."" Sanzo seated himself on the other side of the window sill, watching as Goku lifted himself off the floor. The brunette rubbed his head, as he took back his spot near the glass.
"What were you doing?"
"Thinking." The blonde raised a thin eyebrow.
"Bakazaru getting smart on me?"
"Hey!" Goku bristled as Sanzo absently popped out a fresh cigarette. The golden eyed boy frowned, "Sanzo, don't smoke anymore. I don't want to see you go away." Sanzo's eyebrows narrowed.
"Who told you that?"
"Hakkai did. He told me that smoking is bad for your health." The brunette reached over and plucked the drug from the blonde's grasp and crushed it between his fingers in front of the violet-eyed man, "Please..Sanzo. It's been too long."
The priest stayed silent for a minute, staring at the expression that washed over the boy's face, until he grabbed the other's wrists. Touching the small scratch that was recently made with one of his fingers, he let go of Goku's hand and showed him his index finger. A shallow line of red across the pale skin. Goku held his breath. Rubbing the blood off onto the wooden frame around the glass window, "Stop thinking about your scars, baka. It screws up your brain, if you have one."
"They bother me a lot. These scars bother me because they don't go away like a normal injury. When I see them, they remind me of my imprisonment, when I couldn't see the sun." Sanzo sighed softly, reaching behind him to the wooden drawer and pulling out something Goku recognized as his wristbands. Confusion settled into his head as the blonde wrapped the pale yellow cloth around a tanned wrist, holding it down with one of his red bands. Then the same procedure was done on the other carpal.
"Then don't look at them, saru."
Goku blinked at Sanzo, then down at the cloth set around the marked skin, then back at the blonde.
"Na, Sanzo, you've changed a lot in the past few years."
The monk scoffed, "I didn't change at all, bakazaru. You must've been thinking too hard to assume that nonsense." The man stood up on the ground again, turning his back towards golden eyes as he walked out of the room. Goku sat dumb-founded for a small moment of silence, before he smiled.
Sanzo sighed from behind the door, "Hakkai's just trying to make a living example of himself."
He remembered the times Jien used to read him fairy tales. He didn't really like fairy tales, but he loved Jien. Whatever made Jien happy made him happy. A story of "Once upon a time," a prince and princess fated together, but led astray by an evil witch. All those stories seemed to end in "Happily ever after. The End." Why was it that he and Hakkai couldn't have that paradise? Why did Hakkai leave? Why? Why? Why? He had woken up the next day, to see that the brunette was gone.
Is he coming back?
So it had been two days since. Yesterday after he stopped searching the apartment, he paid a visit to the monk, because he thought Hakkai would go there. He and Sanzo tended to talk a lot sometimes. So he went to Chou An and Sanzo stated that Hakkai was not there. He searched all over the town- and Hakkai was not there. He went to the hospital and was told he wasn't there either.
Dropping the empty can of beer to the carpet floor, Gojyo curled himself up in a ball. His taboo hair spilled around his head, irritated from the lack of grooming. But Gojyo couldn't care less about him. He was more worried about Hakkai.
"Why is it I keep falling deeper and deeper still?" he murmured to himself. The result of drinking so much started catching up to him. The world was blurring and all he could think about was that smile that was slowly dissolving away into oblivion until it was finally gone. As the light started fading and darkness started settling in, he wondered to himself:
Could he live like this for the rest of his life?
Their life was a fairy tale. Everything would be fine.
Or so he hoped.
Why is it he kept falling deeper and deeper?
Yaone sighed as she laid back against a field of grass. Her deep purple hair pooled around her pale skin as she listened to the sound of birds singing and feet stepping over the fresh meadow. Sitting up, she smiled at Kougaiji, who stood behind her not far away. Ever since he had been brainwashed, it had been hard getting him to lead a life with no orders. Since Gyuumao had be defeated, the redhead soon found no purpose in life and she and Lirin and Dokugakuji had to work hard to get him as back to normal as possible. Yaone knew he would not be the Kougaiji she had grown to know any longer. But life always seemed to throw awful events at them. Like Hakkai suddenly ending up in the hospital. She did not know his reason, but she wasn't going to press on. It was for Gojyo and the others to do, despite how concerned she was.
But she knew this place was dangerous. Even though, it had been years after the Minus Wave died off, humans were still rather wary of youkai. They were afraid that the youkai would go insane once more, and so some people grew so worried they formed anit-youkai groups. As far as the woman knew, they would practically slaughter any youkai, even if they were a young child or baby, they see. But those groups tended to reside in forests. One careless mistake while passing through towns could get you killed, according to some rumors she overheard.
Yaone didn't realize she had been staring off into space until Kougaiji settled down next to her, rustling the grass and small flowers. The small colored petals he seemed to look at specifically, until he gazed back at the purple haired woman, who looked over curiously. "What's the meaning of these flowers? No one's here to caretake them or whatever."
The pink eyed woman chuckled softly, "It doesn't have to have meaning, Kougaiji. It's just living, and whom passes by it gives its happiness to." She had long since drop the -sama, being that Houtou Castle had been destroyed and Kougaiji was not ruled by anyone but himself. After the Minus Wave, Kougaiji stopped thinking of them as his servants, so the respectful ending dropped dead.
"Happiness?" The woman shifted and wrapped her thin, but strong, arms around the redhead's clothed shoulders as she rested her pale cheek against his neck.
"Yes, happiness. Are you happy, Kougaiji?"
Blue eyes seemed to pause in thought, before a clawed hand reached up to take Yaone's. "Yes, I do think so." She smiled warmly, ready to reply back until a flash of red caught her sight. Curious, she unwrapped her arms and stood up, walking down the hill they sat upon as Kougaiji looked at her in question, before he too followed her down the garden of blossoms. Yaone looked around the area of emerald, before spotting the crimson once more and with it, a scent of blood. Panic raced from her spine as she rushed over to source. Maybe it was a dead animal or something. And once she was where she wanted to be, the woman gasped.
"Hakkai-san?!"
'Gonou, I love you. I really do.' I love you too, Kanan
'I love you, Hakkai.' I do too, Gojyo. I love you.
'But you must realize the deeper your love goes, the more pain you cause. Realize that there's all these people you have been hurting without even noticing it yourself, both physically and mentally.' I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
'No more mistakes. Resolve it all.' Yes, I will..with my death.
Dokugakuji frowned at the scene presented to him. Of course, the scene of your younger brother wasted on his own floor wasn't exactly a happy picture. The tall man sighed, shaking his head as he kicked away at a few empty cans of beer before squating down to poke the crimson haired man on the head. "Yo."
"Mmmhm..Hakkai?"
"No, it's your onii-chan, baka." Gojyo lifted sleepy eyes toward the youkai, before falling back down on the carpet. The man's eyebrow twitched, before he whacked his brother clear over the head. The redhead shouted in immense pain that couldn't possibly compare to the aching hangover he felt a few moments ago.
"God! What do you have against me?!"
"Shut up and get off your lazy ass! You look like shit." Gojyo was to his knees, before his shoulders started slumping again. The older man's angry features softened as he sighed. He knew what his brother had been through. He had told him he was worried about the brunette and once he got into the hospital. Well, to him it seemed like Gojyo had been letting himself rot away. And now that the emerald eyed man was missing...He hated seeing the redhead like this. Releasing another sigh, he grabbed Gojyo's arm. "Come on. We need to get you cleaned up. You're starting to stink badly."
"But Hakkai-"
"Later. We'll deal with it later."
Yes, even for someone like me-
There are times where I just want to lay down-
And die.
Game over or Continue?
Short chapter this time ^^.
About Hakkai having lung cancer and not Sanzo and Gojyo- it kinda came from my dad who's been smoking since he was a teenager. He's like 50 years old or so now and he hasn't had lung cancer yet. And also, this fic was supposed to center more on secondhand smoking ^^.
Once upon a time I had Heaven
Now that Heaven is Hell
He was being stupid, but he couldn't go back now.
Besides, he'd hate to have Gojyo involved.
Goku stared outside the window, letting the sweet sunshine caress his face. Absently, he rubbed one of his wrists, tracing over the faint scar left by his manacles. Five hundred years of wearing them had made his skin scar permantly. He didn't like looking at it, which was why he usually pulled his wristbands over them. Sanzo knew about them, but Hakkai and Gojyo didn't. It was a good thing his skin was tan enough, because it was hard to spot unless one squinted hard. Suddenly, the boy winced and looked over his hands. A small bead of red. His fingernail had cut into it.
"What are you doing here, bakazaru? Life starting to slow you down?" Goku just grinned, rubbing away the scarlet.
"Nope! But Sanzo- I'm hungry~!" As his ignored stomach made that fact true, one of the priest's eyes starting twitching. Goku felt his head hit the floor as the infamous paper fan smacked him over the head, "Ouuuuch..."
"Damn right, "ouch."" Sanzo seated himself on the other side of the window sill, watching as Goku lifted himself off the floor. The brunette rubbed his head, as he took back his spot near the glass.
"What were you doing?"
"Thinking." The blonde raised a thin eyebrow.
"Bakazaru getting smart on me?"
"Hey!" Goku bristled as Sanzo absently popped out a fresh cigarette. The golden eyed boy frowned, "Sanzo, don't smoke anymore. I don't want to see you go away." Sanzo's eyebrows narrowed.
"Who told you that?"
"Hakkai did. He told me that smoking is bad for your health." The brunette reached over and plucked the drug from the blonde's grasp and crushed it between his fingers in front of the violet-eyed man, "Please..Sanzo. It's been too long."
The priest stayed silent for a minute, staring at the expression that washed over the boy's face, until he grabbed the other's wrists. Touching the small scratch that was recently made with one of his fingers, he let go of Goku's hand and showed him his index finger. A shallow line of red across the pale skin. Goku held his breath. Rubbing the blood off onto the wooden frame around the glass window, "Stop thinking about your scars, baka. It screws up your brain, if you have one."
"They bother me a lot. These scars bother me because they don't go away like a normal injury. When I see them, they remind me of my imprisonment, when I couldn't see the sun." Sanzo sighed softly, reaching behind him to the wooden drawer and pulling out something Goku recognized as his wristbands. Confusion settled into his head as the blonde wrapped the pale yellow cloth around a tanned wrist, holding it down with one of his red bands. Then the same procedure was done on the other carpal.
"Then don't look at them, saru."
Goku blinked at Sanzo, then down at the cloth set around the marked skin, then back at the blonde.
"Na, Sanzo, you've changed a lot in the past few years."
The monk scoffed, "I didn't change at all, bakazaru. You must've been thinking too hard to assume that nonsense." The man stood up on the ground again, turning his back towards golden eyes as he walked out of the room. Goku sat dumb-founded for a small moment of silence, before he smiled.
Sanzo sighed from behind the door, "Hakkai's just trying to make a living example of himself."
He remembered the times Jien used to read him fairy tales. He didn't really like fairy tales, but he loved Jien. Whatever made Jien happy made him happy. A story of "Once upon a time," a prince and princess fated together, but led astray by an evil witch. All those stories seemed to end in "Happily ever after. The End." Why was it that he and Hakkai couldn't have that paradise? Why did Hakkai leave? Why? Why? Why? He had woken up the next day, to see that the brunette was gone.
Is he coming back?
So it had been two days since. Yesterday after he stopped searching the apartment, he paid a visit to the monk, because he thought Hakkai would go there. He and Sanzo tended to talk a lot sometimes. So he went to Chou An and Sanzo stated that Hakkai was not there. He searched all over the town- and Hakkai was not there. He went to the hospital and was told he wasn't there either.
Dropping the empty can of beer to the carpet floor, Gojyo curled himself up in a ball. His taboo hair spilled around his head, irritated from the lack of grooming. But Gojyo couldn't care less about him. He was more worried about Hakkai.
"Why is it I keep falling deeper and deeper still?" he murmured to himself. The result of drinking so much started catching up to him. The world was blurring and all he could think about was that smile that was slowly dissolving away into oblivion until it was finally gone. As the light started fading and darkness started settling in, he wondered to himself:
Could he live like this for the rest of his life?
Their life was a fairy tale. Everything would be fine.
Or so he hoped.
Why is it he kept falling deeper and deeper?
Yaone sighed as she laid back against a field of grass. Her deep purple hair pooled around her pale skin as she listened to the sound of birds singing and feet stepping over the fresh meadow. Sitting up, she smiled at Kougaiji, who stood behind her not far away. Ever since he had been brainwashed, it had been hard getting him to lead a life with no orders. Since Gyuumao had be defeated, the redhead soon found no purpose in life and she and Lirin and Dokugakuji had to work hard to get him as back to normal as possible. Yaone knew he would not be the Kougaiji she had grown to know any longer. But life always seemed to throw awful events at them. Like Hakkai suddenly ending up in the hospital. She did not know his reason, but she wasn't going to press on. It was for Gojyo and the others to do, despite how concerned she was.
But she knew this place was dangerous. Even though, it had been years after the Minus Wave died off, humans were still rather wary of youkai. They were afraid that the youkai would go insane once more, and so some people grew so worried they formed anit-youkai groups. As far as the woman knew, they would practically slaughter any youkai, even if they were a young child or baby, they see. But those groups tended to reside in forests. One careless mistake while passing through towns could get you killed, according to some rumors she overheard.
Yaone didn't realize she had been staring off into space until Kougaiji settled down next to her, rustling the grass and small flowers. The small colored petals he seemed to look at specifically, until he gazed back at the purple haired woman, who looked over curiously. "What's the meaning of these flowers? No one's here to caretake them or whatever."
The pink eyed woman chuckled softly, "It doesn't have to have meaning, Kougaiji. It's just living, and whom passes by it gives its happiness to." She had long since drop the -sama, being that Houtou Castle had been destroyed and Kougaiji was not ruled by anyone but himself. After the Minus Wave, Kougaiji stopped thinking of them as his servants, so the respectful ending dropped dead.
"Happiness?" The woman shifted and wrapped her thin, but strong, arms around the redhead's clothed shoulders as she rested her pale cheek against his neck.
"Yes, happiness. Are you happy, Kougaiji?"
Blue eyes seemed to pause in thought, before a clawed hand reached up to take Yaone's. "Yes, I do think so." She smiled warmly, ready to reply back until a flash of red caught her sight. Curious, she unwrapped her arms and stood up, walking down the hill they sat upon as Kougaiji looked at her in question, before he too followed her down the garden of blossoms. Yaone looked around the area of emerald, before spotting the crimson once more and with it, a scent of blood. Panic raced from her spine as she rushed over to source. Maybe it was a dead animal or something. And once she was where she wanted to be, the woman gasped.
"Hakkai-san?!"
'Gonou, I love you. I really do.' I love you too, Kanan
'I love you, Hakkai.' I do too, Gojyo. I love you.
'But you must realize the deeper your love goes, the more pain you cause. Realize that there's all these people you have been hurting without even noticing it yourself, both physically and mentally.' I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
'No more mistakes. Resolve it all.' Yes, I will..with my death.
Dokugakuji frowned at the scene presented to him. Of course, the scene of your younger brother wasted on his own floor wasn't exactly a happy picture. The tall man sighed, shaking his head as he kicked away at a few empty cans of beer before squating down to poke the crimson haired man on the head. "Yo."
"Mmmhm..Hakkai?"
"No, it's your onii-chan, baka." Gojyo lifted sleepy eyes toward the youkai, before falling back down on the carpet. The man's eyebrow twitched, before he whacked his brother clear over the head. The redhead shouted in immense pain that couldn't possibly compare to the aching hangover he felt a few moments ago.
"God! What do you have against me?!"
"Shut up and get off your lazy ass! You look like shit." Gojyo was to his knees, before his shoulders started slumping again. The older man's angry features softened as he sighed. He knew what his brother had been through. He had told him he was worried about the brunette and once he got into the hospital. Well, to him it seemed like Gojyo had been letting himself rot away. And now that the emerald eyed man was missing...He hated seeing the redhead like this. Releasing another sigh, he grabbed Gojyo's arm. "Come on. We need to get you cleaned up. You're starting to stink badly."
"But Hakkai-"
"Later. We'll deal with it later."
Yes, even for someone like me-
There are times where I just want to lay down-
And die.
Game over or Continue?
Short chapter this time ^^.
About Hakkai having lung cancer and not Sanzo and Gojyo- it kinda came from my dad who's been smoking since he was a teenager. He's like 50 years old or so now and he hasn't had lung cancer yet. And also, this fic was supposed to center more on secondhand smoking ^^.