Of Perilous Attraction

#5 – Fallacious Sanctuary

By Gokugurl

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It is never the beginning of the end,

Nor is it the end of the beginning.

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Sanzo pushed his father off him, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps even as the drunkard continued to touch him. "Fuckit, father!" he screamed. "Stop it!" Those words had absolutely no effect whatsoever, and the man made no attempt to stop his assault; tearing off his son's clothes in a furious frenzy even as Sanzo's white top landed on the cold floor.

"God, Mizumi...you're so beautiful..."

What the hell?

"Why did you have to leave me, Mizumi?"

He thinks I'm okaa-san?

"I loved you, Mizumi. Dakara, doushite?"

I don't understand this...

"Get off me!" Sanzo yelled, trying, and failing, to shove his father off him. This time, however, he was met with a ferocious snarl as Genjo Kotaro punched him in the face; a dull thud resounding in the room as his fist connected with Sanzo's jaw. "Shut the fuck up, you whore!" Sanzo looked at his father in disbelief, raising one hand to wipe away the light trickle of blood that was currently trailing down his chin.

His father had struck him. Intentionally.

He cursed, softly, but a curse nonetheless as he felt another painful punch connect with his stomach. In hot desperation, the young child caught sight of a bottle of wine next to him. His eyes widened in shock, then in realization as he reached out for it. And as his father – or what was his father – started dragging his pants down, Sanzo decided it had to stop.

A sickening crack was heard as he brought down the glass bottle upon his father's head. Almost immediately, Genjo Kotaro slid off him, bleeding but alive, unconscious.

Breathing heavily, Sanzo got to his feet, a feeling of nausea enveloping his being as his mind registered what had just happened in but a short period of five minutes ago. His father had tried to...Sanzo felt horrid disgust wash over him in waves.

His father had tried to rape him.  

No way he was going to stay here any longer. Not when he had the risk of being raped by his own father whenever the man was drunk; which was very often. He shook his head, gathering up the torn, sad remnants of fabric that were what remained of his clothes, before heading for the only sanctuary that he knew; and had.

Goku's home.

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Sanctuary.

If you truly want sanctuary,

The only way to seek sanctuary is to die.

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It was raining.

Again.

The raindrops continued falling, crystal drops making sweet, rhythmic little sounds against the windowpane as they fell. People often said that rain, falling from the sky, meant the falling of troubles; the release of sadness and melancholy from everyone's hearts as they fell on Earth; only to become another's sadness again. But then, that was why people called the rain God's Tears, the tears that God shed when he felt despondency so great from those whom He had created, that he felt he had to shed those troubles to not bother them anymore.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

The young child of thirteen laid on his bed, burying his head in the soft, plain pillow that was his as he tried to sleep, failing miserably in his attempt. He sat up, and sighed as he took in the surroundings of his room. Plain white, with absolutely no decorations whatsoever to color it, it looked simple, sweet and clean. Which was fitting, because he and his grandmother couldn't afford anything more than simple.

It was life, really. He had been forever alone in his house; his grandmother being overseas. Young Goku had always managed his life by himself, and he knew his granny loved him; after all, even though she wasn't here, she had always helped him with life with the checks she sent back home, mostly for his education.

It had been a long time since Goku had loved another like he loved his grandmother. Son Shinobu were both the parents he couldn't have, the best friend he never had, the gentle and compassionate grandmother, and the firm yet kind teacher that had sought to teach him in the early stages of his youth.

Baa-chan. Goku looked up forlornly at the dark night, streaked by droplets of rain and lightning as it flashed across the sky. Doko da? [Where are you?]

Knock.

The brunette looked around, wild curiosity apparent in his luminous golden eyes as he searched the room. "What?" he said aloud.

Knock.

It took him quite a few seconds to register what was happening. With an exasperated sigh, Goku stood up, and got out of his room to greet the visitor; whoever is was. "I'm coming," he muttered, burying one hand in his dark brown locks, fresh drops of sweat trickling down his face as he made for the doorknob.

Imagine his surprise when he saw the person that he least expected to see on the doorstep. "Sanzo?"

Aforementioned latter was soaking wet, hair hanging down limply over his hauntingly beautiful face; what were the beautiful strands of sun-kissed hair now clung to his cheeks as they framed his features. Clothes drenched; top and pants clinging to him like a formidable second skin, Sanzo looked like what seemed to be everyone's wet dream.

Goku blinked, once, twice, even as he flushed a brilliant pink, speechless. "Sanzo, I..." The said blonde ignored him, pushing past Goku, stumbling into the room, his vision blurring. "Just let me in," he murmured, his voice cracked and broken. "I need...to stay for the night." He gestured absently to his knapsack, where there seemed to be his schoolbooks and a decent change of clothes; which of course, where already wet due to the pouring rain.

"Sure," Goku nodded uncertainly, his heartbeat accelerating as he caught sight of the horrendous bruise on Sanzo's cheek, and the blood on the blonde's face. "What happened? Sanzo..." The elder one brushed him away, a tired and weary look replacing the frown on his face as he turned to look at Goku. "Please, Goku. Just...let me stay. For tonight. Just...tonight."

Goku led him to his room, his heart throbbing with trepidation as he stole several glances at Sanzo. What had happened? The child cleared his throat, and turned to smile at the young blonde. "If you want to, Sanzo," Goku asked, a tad bit shy, "you could stay for as long as you want to." He immediately lowered his face to the floor.

Even as he was facing the ground, he could actually feel Sanzo's lips curving into a wry smile. And even as he did, he felt one wet hand tilting his chin, exposing his youthful face; before he felt Sanzo's lips against his own.

It was a soft kiss, gentle, almost, as the young blonde pressed his lips against the child's. Moaning slightly, Goku buried his hands in the other's hair, fingers interweaving with the beautiful silken strands that were Sanzo's as they kissed, tenderly. Even as they withdrew from each other, Goku could've sworn that Sanzo was smiling; in the midst of blurry emotions and intoxicating sensations, Goku was currently taking a less-than-comfortable ride on the emotional roller coaster that was his heart.

"Thanks," was all Sanzo said, but Goku could feel the warmth and sincerity radiating from that one word as he settled on the bed. Smiling, Goku handed Sanzo a towel, watching in bemused amusement as the blonde proceeded to dry himself. As he removed his top, Goku fought the intention to drool as the white cotton was disposed of, revealing lithe, pale skin that was Sanzo's. Delicate and fragile, yet not so.

Sanzo bent over to scoop up a change of clothes from his knapsack, but Goku immediately noticed that they were wet. Very wet. [Not *that* 'wet', you hentais...] Glancing around, the younger one grabbed a pair of blue pajamas, beaming as he handed them to Sanzo. "Your clothes are wet, wear this."

For the second time that day, Goku witnessed Sanzo's lips curving into a smile as he accepted the bundle of wild blue pajamas. "Sank yuu." Goku felt his heart slam wildly against his ribcage at that one smile, that curve of the lips.

He had a feeling that it was going to be very...interesting having Sanzo staying over.

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The past is the past - the future is the future.

You can't change things in the past, nor in the future.

But you can change something should you focus on one thing:

The present.

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[Due to holes in the plot, let's move on, shall we? ;) Back to Nishi High!]

Just as soon as it had gone, it was that time again; the time where all students fear after they left the safety of the primal weekends, the time of impending doom...of death...

Yes, it's that time again. Monday. Where all students return to their schools with grumbles, complaints, chirps [what??], bursts of joy and other numerous exclamations of passionate emotion as they went for their respective classes, especially so in Nishi High.

[Whereas in Assunta: {Kimie: NOOOOOOOO! XD}]

And in said Nishi High, heads were turning and people were whispering as the prefect's Secretary strolled down the corridors, as calm as anything and as slick as...what's that word again? Never mind. Anyway, back to the description. Mr. Secretary of the Prefectorial Board, had his dark, unruly red hair tied back in a frivolous ponytail, his general appearance quite...uncomely [not like he even gave a damn about it], what with his collar unbuttoned, tie pulled down and sleeves buttons loose.

Other students couldn't help it. They drooled.

Hell yes, it was Mr. I-have-a-big-ego-and-I-know-I'm-good-looking Kougaiji, beloved Secretary of the P. B. And endearingly so, for he was the half-son of Gyokumen Koushu ['deru, if you're reading this...think umm...JT? XD And don't worry, this Kougaiji is not the Kougaiji back in SMKA...], and yet again, not like he even gave a damn about it. He even hated her openly, spoke to others of her incompetence, complained endlessly of her slut-like attitude and numerous others.

Now, at fourteen, Kougaiji already had the amazing hypnotic ability to make others lust after him – not literally, of course, it was purely by accident. And it wasn't like he liked it, anyway. Sure, Kougaiji liked people fawning over him, but he was very picky, no? He sighed, and looked behind him at fifteen-year-old Dokugakuji of the morning session. The guy had been his senior last year, an ex-prefect. Oh well.

Back to the point. He liked people fawning over him, but the one person that he wanted for to lust helplessly after him wasn't, well, lusting after him. In fact, that one person was so blissfully innocent that he probably didn't even know what the hell lusting meant in his language. [I doubt it. Very much.] And anyway, unconsciously, that child had began to absently lust after another.

Kougaiji could feel the fire burning inside of him, hot, passionate spirit flaring in him even as he thought of the thirteen-year-old pretty boy that was his current object of affection. A certain pretty boy with dark brown hair and eyes of an angel. Golden eyes.

Oh yesssssss, Kougaiji thought to himself, a maniacal grin on his face as he pictured Goku before him, utterly at his mercy. [Oh dear. Already corrupted at the age of 14; how sad XD] He shall be mine...MINE, and MINE alone! Mwahahahah...yesssss...my beautiful one, you shall be mine...

And so ends the reign of the evil Kougaiji; for now... 

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[A/N] And so ends the reign of the evil Gokugurl. For now. Yes, I added this part for humor...and the school will be twisting with the storyline, like it or not. ^_^ I like angst and humor, two in one...so, yeah.

kimiekun@hotmail.com  ^^