A/N: Memo… memo… Sanzo did NOT have a terrible childhood in this fic, so you'll notice him being a little more, er… meek…nah, 'submissive' is the word. Yeah, you realized that he even let Homura screw him in the bathroom back there :P *sob* poor Sanzo………….but I have my fun^^
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Once Forgotten by real-circus
Chapter Two: Schemes
Goku was stunned for five full seconds. He loathed the stranger for doing that, and yet, it felt so right… as though he'd done so a very long time ago. He welcomed the warm tongue that had entered his mouth so slowly, almost hesitantly… before everything stopped. The raven-haired dude didn't look at all pleased. Goku remembered, in his blind ecstasy, that the two older men had been in a most intimate position in the cubicle back there… they must be lovers… and I'm so dead…
Homura had roughly thrust him aside, punching him in the face fiercely, before turning to his past lover… who was currently busy sprinting away from the alley.
"Sanzo!" Homura bellowed, silently thankful that there was no one else around to witness this. "Sanzo! You bastard! I could've made it up to you if you wanted me to! Hell, I'm fucking sorry alright!? Come back! Come back!"
The billowing black jacket swept the mist in its way, its owner quickening his neck-breaking pace, if that was even possible. Sanzo didn't know why he did it. It was perhaps because of the fact that he still was in Homura's control… and he was frigging afraid of the man. And what the hell was he so sorry about…? Fucking liar…
"Hey!" Goku shouted after him, dodging one of Homura's painful blows. "Wait! Wait for me! I'm coming with you! Stop!"
Goku raced down the lonely, desolate streets, catching a vague glimpse of black leather from time to time and following it. Sanzo turned into a corner swiftly, scaling the rough walls of the abandoned building with cat-like speed and elegance. He'd been quite familiar with the place, as he used to run to its shelter after he and Homura had a fight. This was one place Homura would never suspect him to be… and the training he was given back at the Academy helped him out too.
"Wait, mister!" Goku cried, spotting the shadow on the high wall that was moving frantically up.
"Go. Away." Sanzo clambered onto the first landing and slid into the darkness.
"NO!" the boy was persistent. "You put me in this mess, and I won't let you get away with it!" He started finding cracks on the faded wall to grasp on to and soon landed on the second floor just as quickly. His natural agility amazed him sometimes.
It took him a full minute to find the blond sitting on the vast window sill, legs outstretched, and smoking again. His gaze never left the view outside even as Goku perched himself next to him. Sanzo's eyes were glazed, and confusion clouded his thinking. Only one thing settled itself on his mind right now, and it was the thing that he should have thrown out a long time ago: Homura.
The building was so run-down and flimsy it could have collapsed all at once if Goku tried to stomp on the splintering floor with a great force. Sanzo didn't seem to mind the poor conditions though. He just sat there, somewhat sorrowfully, rushing the smoke down his throat to ease his discomfort. Sure, he was saddened by the painful fact that he'd actually did that in front of Homura. He never even noticed the boy who was staring at him furiously now, forcing answers out of him with that threatening look in his eyes. It was very unlike Goku to do so.
"Why did you run away?" he asked, failing to sound harsh. "Why did you leave me to deal with—with your lover?"
Sanzo chose not to answer, irritating the boy further. He was caught up in a tangle of memories of when he and Homura had been together. Strange, it was, for him to dwell on that, even though their relationship was mostly made out of Homura's lust and willingness on Sanzo's part. Yeah, they had sex all the time, Homura always having the pleasure of being on top. He'd always been the more domineering one…
"…You'll be Zenon's replacement from now on," Kougaiji said, behind his documents. "I'm quite sure you and Homura would make a good team, bringing in the fact that the two of you are really, really good friends, I hear." Sanzo felt the smirk teasing him.
"We're not into anything serious… just fucking each other senseless, that's all."
Kougaiji was taken aback by the open reply, but his evil grin widened slightly. "Oh? What an unlikely thing for you to say, Sanzo. Hn… Homura's a lucky man to have you."
Sanzo was too used to this to care to make a defensive retort. He just stood there, motionless, even as the office door swung open to reveal the dark-haired man. Those mismatched eyes scared Kougaiji sometimes…
"Ah, Homura," he said, gesturing the man to come forward. "The replacement is here. I believe you know Genjo Sanzo who was previously from the logistics department? One of the finest man to join the Academy indeed…"
"Yeah I know him," Homura drawled, winking at a rather impassive Sanzo, who just made an impatient sound and turned his head away. "We're an item."
Sanzo blushed at that. He hated being so bashful when it came to Homura. It made him so sick.
Even before they could reach their jet-black Mercedes to get to where Professor Cho Hakkai was supposed to be, they were thrown (yet again) into the nearest available room by their raging hormones… and when Sanzo woke up, the whole department had their curious eyes on him. Homura was friggin' gone. Damn the bastard.
"Hello?" Goku waved a hand in front of the blank face. He started slightly when his wrist was caught right away. "Could you let go of me?" he asked politely.
Instead of releasing his firm grip, Sanzo did the unthinkable. He drew the boy closer and kissed him again, deeper this time, and Goku actually yielded. Let Homura find us… let him see me like this… I want to see him get mad again… it's so… satisfying. Sanzo pulled the slighter body up so that Goku laid sprawled on his torso.
Sanzo hardly had the upper hand in his previous relationship. This feeling felt so different. It was… fun… being the one in control; being able to savor the sweetness of the tanned neck instead of providing it, and being able to slide his tongue into the willing mouth instead of submitting to the other… To add to his arousal, the boy named Son Goku was inexperienced, and unsure of what to do. Sanzo, obviously being the more dominant one this time, was having the time of his life.
"Stop," the youth mumbled, pulling back to gaze into lilac eyes. "What… what do you think you're doing? I'm not your lover… I can't… you already have…"
"You mean the asshole back there? It's over. It had always been from the start. I want a new one."
Sanzo's hands found their way under the boy's shirt and found the muscles which tensed up under his touch. He slowly licked Goku's sweet pink lips seductively. He'd learnt how to do that when he was with Homura. Goku, being the innocent and naïve child that he was, took the gesture as one of love. He couldn't tell the obvious difference between love and lust, which now shone in Sanzo's beautiful eyes.
Now that their faces were an inch away, Goku noticed that those amethyst beauties were slightly droopy at the ends, making them ever so… so… sexy, just like every other part of him. Goku stiffened when he felt the coldness of metal upon his bare arm. Oh gods! This guy's got a freaking gun! He inched away immediately, sensing danger.
"Remember something for me, won't you?" Sanzo said, pointing the weapon directly at Goku's startled face. "We never met." But his kiss felt so familiar though… "We never did anything. There was no gun. You never saw me escape," he added with a slight tinge of disappointment.
Goku sat back, frowning, almost in tears.
"What are you crying about now?" Sanzo demanded to know, cocking the gun higher, so that it was aimed straight between Goku's teary eyes.
Big mistake, Genjo Sanzo. BIG mistake. The kid started bawling madly, hiding his face in the folds of his arms.
"What is it?" Sanzo asked in a gentler tone, lowering the trusty gun.
"I… it's—it's just that… that I've been… in a lot of—of mess lately," Goku said, in between harsh sobs. "And… and this isn't helping my situation! Damn it, I tried… tried to take alcohol tonight, and I—I threw it all up… this is… the last thing I wanted…"
"To be rejected," Sanzo said monotonously. He needed to be out of here, pronto, and now this bloody kid comes along and spoils the fucking plan with his puppy dog eyes and tears all running down his pretty face. Sanzo could not keep himself from it. "What the fuck happened to you, kid?"
"……Hell, I was just… I… I killed a man…"
The older man felt the silent penetrate through his flow of thoughts. Sure, killing was his job, he was good at it, but looking at the boy in front of him right now… no one would ever suspect this innocent little creature to have actually taken a life.
"…You? I should laugh. The bastard must have done something terrible to you."
"T-That's not the worst part!" Goku wailed on. "He—he was my best friend! N-Nataku tried to—to kill me!"
Sanzo felt his heart stop at that. Nataku? Nataku Taishi from the same department he works in? Oh fuck, he's dead now. This boy freakin' killed him? Whoa. The kid's a real killer… but he forgot what assignment Nataku was told to accomplish. Something about a boy… he remembered that. Hell, with Nataku's dad as the head of department, he would definitely not dare try to ruin anything because of a simple friendship. No wonder Nataku wasn't seen in the Academy for days… he was dead already.
"Where's the body?" Sanzo questioned, failing to cover up his anxiety.
When the boy was too shaken to answer, he refused to press on with the subject. He reached out his hand to grip the kid's shoulder, but drew it back immediately when he registered what he was doing.
"Crying won't help," he whispered. I learnt so myself…
~*~*~*~
"Oh, Gojyo…" Hakkai moaned softly as the man he just came to know sank his teeth into the side of his neck. He arched beneath the bed, wrapping his long legs around Gojyo's waist, pulling the man closer.
"Don't… don't leave… you will when you're done, won't you?" Hakkai's eyes reflected sorrow and fear.
So he did know…
"I—I don't like one-night stands…" Hakkai went on, turning away to face his bedside clock. Midnight. "I hate them. First you have your fun then you try to run away to seek some other sport…I--"
"How the hell did you know all that?" Gojyo pushed back his long red hair, so as to see the other man clearly. "We only just met…"
Hakkai froze. Gojyo was right—how did he know all those things about him? No, he certainly never tried mind-reading before. The remark left his lips so smoothly, so naturally, it was queer as the two had never met before until tonight… right? Right? Hakkai smiled, as it was the only thing he could allow himself to do now. Smile… yes, it felt so right…
Gojyo was having thoughts exploding in his head like fireworks. That smile… it's so familiar. Now where the heck have I seen that one before? Hakkai… even the name sounds recognizable… I just can't bloody bring anything to memory… nothing at all…
~*~*~*~
"Look, kid, I gotta go." Sanzo swung his leg over the window sill. "Remember—none of this happened. We never had this damned conversation, you hear?"
"What conversation?"
Good enough answer for me. Sanzo scaled down the rough wall steadily, landing swiftly on two feet on the ground floor. He left the boy there, at his hiding place, where he could at least calm down and get the thought of death out of his head… and speaking of death…
This Professor Cho Hakkai better be alone and defenseless just like Homura had told him. Even if the man had some sort of defense, Sanzo was confident that he'll be able to penetrate it.
~*~*~*~
What was that sound?
Gojyo got up from the bed, waking Hakkai up in the process. He put a gentle finger on Hakkai's swollen lips, pointing at the door of the bedroom with his other. They got changed in silence, fearing of what might come into the room and harm them. Hakkai was still slightly puzzled, as Gojyo placed a protective arm around his smaller form while opening the door sluggishly.
Hakkai kept close to the warm embrace wherever they went, in the darkness. There were times when Gojyo would stop for some reason and pull the man nearer, if that was even possible. Hakkai loved the feeling, but apprehension filled his heart even more as they reached the entrance of the lab.
Sanzo could have cursed loudly, if it wasn't for the sake of not getting caught. He'd missed a crack in the wall in his swirl of frenzied thoughts, falling ungracefully on the marble floor. Surely the idiot must have been home by now… he had to be more careful for god's sake!
Fuck the bloody boy whom he met tonight! The little imp was now crawling in his mind! The kiss, the touch, the crying, he replayed them all in his mind's eye like a spoilt piece of film that kept repeating scenes itself. Something about those golden eyes and adorable character spooked Sanzo. Golden—the same color of Homura's right eye… (A/n: It was the right eye, wasn't it?) Were the two related in any way?
Sanzo found himself pulling the gun out instantly, arming himself, when he heard the shuffling of feet just outside the lab door. The scroll, which held so much value and mystery the world failed to solve, was about a good ten feet away from him, almost begging to be stolen… or returned.
Sanzo waited for it to come, and it sure did.
The door opened, without a noise, but to Sanzo's sensitive ears, it creaked loudly against the deafening silence. He lifted the weapon up, taking aim… and realizing the professor wasn't alone. Fuck that redhead DJ! Foiled my plan… I'll kill him for that. In his rage, Sanzo was too slow to notice the groping hand that switched the lab lights on, blurring his vision momentarily.
"There he is!" Gojyo cried, pouncing on the assassin but landing on the floor flat instead.
Sanzo kicked his face once, and that was enough to force the blood out of his nose. Hakkai froze in fear as the gun was aimed directly at his head. The trigger clicked…
"NO!"
He opened his teary eyes to see Gojyo tearing at the man clad in black. The gun was out of reach for the moment…
Sanzo felt the weight on top of him lift. He winced slightly as he was heaved on his feet by strong arms… familiar arms...
"Homura!" he exclaimed, blushing a little as his partner tightened his grip, causing his face to be an inch away from the other man's.
He registered the emotionless visage as they turned away to face the sutra. Everything happened in a blur—the scroll was taken, Gojyo got up again, Sanzo shot at him, and Homura escaped by the fire exit with Sanzo still in his clutch—all this happened in nearly three seconds.
A/n: Yeah, Sanzo's falling for Goku… finally! But I'm not going to make Homura give up that easily. Surprise, surprise… Kougaiji's in this too, so's Nataku… I wasn't kidding when I said ALL Saiyuki characters (save the Goddess of Mercy) were reincarnated and were destined to meet up again…
What to be expected in next chapter: Well, it will be a really late update cos I've got exams next week. Anyway, at least two more characters will make their appearances… and everyone's starting to play each other out. Horrible, betrayal.
Forgive me for errors in this chapter. No time, yet again, to check.
