Geboku
A Gensoumaden Saiyuuki AU fic
seikazu aisenai
Kazuya Minekura and others still own Saiyuuki. Any misuse of the characters of the said series was just for the perverse enjoyment of the one who came up with this "idea."
Gensoumaden Saiyuuki in itself has no definite timeline in real time, ne? This fic is more so since I have that right in an AU.:p
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Scrawl Three
Uncertainties 2
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My eyes were treated to the darkness of the room, the dawning light mostly filtered by the curtains on the window. As they adjusted to the not so familiar surroundings, my thoughts were focused on one thing alone – the crimson haired slave whose nearness already assaulted my senses upon waking up.
Having the liberty to study him without the unwanted repercussions, I drank in his silhouette, mesmerized, along with the shadows that playfully danced across his skin. Sleep had taken over the bronze skinned form's defenses and his body had inadvertently shrank the inches between us instead of the wide space his mind had deemed necessary and reserved the night before. Red strands fanned across his face from when he had rolled over and I stopped my hand from tucking them behind his ear and causing my specimen to wake. Brilliant eyes were hidden from me beneath lids trimmed with lengthy lashes. My gaze slid down, avoiding a place of temptation only to find its alternate. A patch of skin showing through the end flaps of the stretched due to movement button-down pajama top.
One button, off. And then the other. And another… Released by the constraints of the material, my hands felt free to roam the flat planes and sharp angles that was the longhaired one's torso. In their journey, they managed to map out the scars branded unto him. I bent down to press feathery touches to each nick with my lips, trying to erase each little imprint of agony. Upwards, I traveled, until almost centimeters away from the former temptation. I skated my sight higher and collided into vivid crimson orbs.
Wrists adjoined by metal cuffs above his head, rain coursed its path from his eyes; along his temples, then pooled and grew into a basin of water resembling a brook. A denser substance of a claret wine hue dripped from the two lines carved into his left cheek and tinged the sparkling liquid. Elevating my upper body from where it was forced against his, I discovered that the other etched marks also released such dark water, some of which had clung to me.
Little above a murmur, wrought out by a dry throat, "Sanzo.."
Bam! My eyes flew shut as the pain from last night's blow asserted itself, full force. Breathing became a task. When the throbbing receded into an ache, I braved the dimness, now accompanied by more light, once more and saw my assailant's arm placed over my abdomen. Who, after all the commotion he himself caused, was still fast asleep. 'What a wake up call. The half-youkai subconsciously wishes to get back at me for last night..'
Half-youkai. I hadn't known that information when I first clashed countenances with the crimson-eyed being. Truth be told, a large amount of yesterday didn't exactly register on my mind vividly after the said event. I even used that k'sobaba's gold card, which I usually reserve for when she pisses me off too much, even though I know she takes pleasure with my using her gift no matter how much I have intentions of making her bankrupt when I do. 'God! She's not gonna let me get away for doing this without her provocation..'
Someone knocked at the door. I slipped from under the unwittingly positioned hold with no trouble at all. It was the same girl who had shown me the slaves and the one whom I delegated to take care of our clothes. No luck in fixing the wild one's garments and a message for me, she reported, handing me the latter and my own fresh outfit. I sent her with another errand and a reply.
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The shower was a breeding ground for incessant thoughts that poked at your head until you've muddled yourself into a mess. Along with the ritual actions, the mind spat ideas that gave no warning to where it would lead to. Especially since the imagination replayed the scenes that previously happened in the exact location and contorted them to one's wishes, although the part that was reminded of doing the said exercise earlier ended up as a disaster, wanted to do otherwise.
I don't know what precisely drove me to bathe him – maybe it was the way he flinched everytime my hands invaded his space, anticipating the moment of harsh reality. Tried from experience, words could not give what a caring gesture could effectively accomplish. A flash of a warm smile from my deceased father.
Such noble intentions were of course not tainted with only pure aim. The soft sheen of his hair, the slick feel of his wet skin, the reciprocated discomfort, were enough reward for one who could not easily obtain what his unvoiced desires demanded.
Drying my hair as I stepped out of the bathroom, eyes made from an aging star flickered sleepily at morning's brightness. 'Wild one? You could almost mistake him for a kid getting up for his first day of school..' But then they sharpened once they detected my presence. I cut in before he could say a word, "Go take a shower. We're leaving after breakfast. Or do you still need my help?" I don't know why I have this urge to ruffle his feathers just so.
"I can manage," scowling, which I thought adorable, "I'm not some kid you need to fuss with, you know." 'So I can see another one of his amusing reactions.' He stepped into his pair of bedroom slippers and dashed to the bathroom.
Helping myself into freshly laundered and pressed clothes, I went down to order our breakfast. A lot of people were already seated, coffee cups in their hands, so I decided to send up our food instead. The girl from yesterday and this morning handed me my requests and told me that she had successfully delivered my reply.
Clutching the parcels I'd received, I arrived at our rented lodging and strolled in on him exiting the bathroom.
"Catch," and I shot him his clothes, his underwear, slapping him in the face. He removed the said article and smiled at me menacingly, "Very funny." We had resorted into bantering in less than a night. Compassion did equate civility; degradation, violence.
Eyes that shone ruby found mine. "Afraid to strip in front of me?" I don't know where my lust-filled thoughts originated from, goading me to make such comments. Suddenly glinting mischievously, those eyes burned up my whole body as he made a show of getting dressed, turning the tables.
After the spell-weaving affair, my fists clasped the remaining item in my hands. "Sit." Bewilderment sufaced within glowing embers, but curiosity won them out. 'I guess he likes nice surprises.'
I unraveled the white bandages and wound them around his left forearm in an overlapping manner. I did the same to his right arm. I offered him a different strip which he tied around his forehead. "They weren't able to save any of your old things."
"These fit just right. Thank you."
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Breakfast had a companionable ambiance. Mostly filled with silence, a sort of truce sprung between the two of us. The reason why I still hadn't asked for his name, even as we left the inn, was because I didn't want questions about mine to be raised.
Pairs of eyes from somewhere in town followed us and I met them with a shake of a head. They nodded their affirmation and disappeared into the scattered crowd.
Hours of walking the natural trail with a few pit stops eventually lead us to where my home lay.
"Sanzo!! O-kaeri!" A brown-haired boy called out enthusiastically, standing by the front steps. Beside him was a man donned with a monocle in his right eye. "O-kaeri nasai, Sanzo." A scaly, winged creature screeched, "Kyuuu!" Behind them were all familiar faces that I grew up with since I came to live at this place.
"Hey Sanzo," Goku asked, "who's that with you?"
"Gojyo," the redhead supplied. 'Gojyo.'
"Is he your friend? Where did he come from?"
"He's my—"
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Took me a very long while and still no answers nor plot movement… Nishi e did nothing to help me with my slump here… I did get most of the chara's background done but when I look at the whole picture… Bleak. The slump really loves me… Good for you guys, ne? Don't get to suffer that much.
I wanna thank the reviewers who took the time to say what they thought:
Kiarene – Yay!^_^ I sorta feel like were a handful of chosen ones who love the unfavored pairing every time I check the Just In here and don't find new fics 'bout them.T_T
Brennend – Thankies! Gomen if you don't find this interesting anymore.
gallatica – Sorry if I didn't give out enough warning? I guess you won't be able to read my apology 'coz I'm sure you've steered clear away from here since you're a Sanzo/Goku fan, ne?
real-circus – Still reading? Hmm, I'll try more with the lime.. Hope you won't, um, shoot me with this kind of Sanzo.
Genjo Sanzo – Yay again!^_^ Still think that after this installment?
Evil Laugher – ^_^
Fallen – You've noticed they haven't said their names yet.^_^ There was a reason.
dead-possum-CJ – Ah, the taming of the kappa line by koboreta. At least, it was indirectly responsible for something good, being the junk that this is. @hears Gojyo's voice saying, "yo check it out, get down, junk boys, get down," and sweatdrops@ Where's the 5th chapter of your fic? @nudge, nudge@ Doko? Doko? Doko? @whiny voice@ I wanna know if milady Sanzo burns Gojyo's clothes after he takes them all off. @grins@
H. Mauvecloud – Hmm, I guess I haven't had read enough fics in this fandom (usually goes for those that say 'Sanzo and Gojyo are together' in glaring lines) or I really have a weird way of looking at the characters. Can I ask for help 'bout Nishi e? What's Kenren's and Tenpou's eye color? Kenren has black ones..? I saw the scan of the anniv issue of ZeroSum for the colored reference of Gaiden's charas. @sighs@ I don't wanna offend more fans with my obvious lack of knowledge... (As if I don't already offend you guys by posting these things!)
Shiroki – Another one had returned!
Guardian of Jupiter – And another one!
Hope I didn't disappoint you guys that much. I'm sorry if I did. And apologies for the technical writing stuff, etc. I just type these squiggles in a word processor, okay?
06/14/2003
