Note: Shounen-ai, violence, rape, lime, SanzoXGoku (nearing…be patient), GojyoXHakkai (implied), death, blood, and bloody betrayal……………ain't that something to enjoy? ^^
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Once Forgotten by real-circus
Chapter 4: Revenge
"What did he look like?" a dark-haired man in his late twenties asked, almost frantic, with a slight pinch of anger in his tone. "Was he… about seventeen or so? Brown hair?"
"Oh, so you've met him already…" the other figure clad in grey smirked under the hooded coat. "Son Goku, that boy."
The mist in the alley became even more intense, hiding the flush of anger in Homura's cheeks and the clenching and unclenching of his hands. They were itching to be placed on someone's neck and squeezing the life out of it…
"Did anything happen? Any little thing that I should know of?" he probed on, eyes inclined to the ground.
The older man held the hood down, to conceal the uncontrollable grin that was spreading itself on his pale face. "Well, since you asked… they did have something going on then. Saw them just last night, in a very intimate position…"
"… I'm going there," Homura said, with finality in his softly dangerous voice.
"Don't be too harsh on Sanzo though," the stranger said suddenly. "After all, the boy was the one who made the first move… Sanzo was too… enticed to refuse…"
"Hmph! Very unlike him to do that… I'll go settle things by myself then… the both of them… they'll be so sorry…"
~*~*~*~
The dead body of Li Touten fell into his arms. Unlike that day of two years before, Sanzo did not flinch or go into a swirl of disgust, or even more humiliating—let Homura sooth him back to calmness like that. He merely let the body slip from his arms and kiss the ground at his feet. Dokugakuji muttered something inaudible and stepped back.
The boy named Son Goku had left the bar, in search of Sanzo, and was right there, watching the scene from under the tiny lamplight above the exit. Oh gods… I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything…
"He fucking well deserved it," Sanzo said coldly, turning away.
"You do know what they'll do to you back in the Academy, don't you?" Doku said, eyes on the gun in Sanzo's clenched hands all the while. "It's far worse than being in a prison cell, you know. Remember what happened to Lirin--?"
"You don't have to remind me," Sanzo snapped. "Besides, it was partly Kougaiji's fault, and it has nothing to do with me, so just fuck off!"
The agile young man swept into the darkness and scaled the back wall of the alley, disappearing almost in just two seconds. He knew he had to return to face the Academy at some point. He wondered if Homura would have a new partner to fill his space and if he'll be tortured to near death for murdering the head of department. Nah… he didn't give a damn, for now.
~*~*~*~
"And how did the men look like, Professor Cho?" a reporter asked frantically, waving his pen in the air.
The flashes from cameras and reflections from the lens blinded him momentarily. "Well… one was blond and the other was dark-haired, I think," he repeated the descriptions to the news-hungry reporters like he'd done to the police a moment ago. It was all very annoying, especially when he had an injured man to nurse back in the hospital.
"And… I believe I saw them somewhere before… and I remember knowing them… talking to them…" Hakkai found himself talking to the ground, spilling all his thoughts out. The correspondents chose to ignore this and continued to bombard him with their bloody questions.
"And what about the scroll you discovered in Chou An, professor?" someone in the crowd inquired loudly. "I heard it was taken too."
"Yes… yes, it was taken," he answered, scratching his head. But I suppose I was the one who stole it first… it didn't belong to me, now that I come to think of it… I had no right to take something so valuable from the hidden city… damn!
"I'll be returning it to whomever it might belong to, after it's in my hands."
The room turned mute for a good five seconds before a camera flashed into life and brought everyone back to reality.
"But professor! It's valuable! It could be worth a lot!"
"But you do not know who this person is, right professor? Or do you?"
"Returning it back, professor? Does it belong to someone?"
"No one I know of… but I feel it does have an owner… well, at least it did have an owner once, and I'm returning it. It would be the only just thing to do."
The applause from the crowd signaled his leaving, and he took the opportunity to scramble off the stage and into his waiting limo. Reporters flashed their cameras at him, and journalists scribbled nonsense into their notebooks as they watched his car speed off to the hospital.
~*~
"Gojyo! How's everything?" Hakkai rested his arms on the bed railings and leaned closer.
"Just wonderful. Had an operation the other night, the food here stinks, and the nurses are just too rough on me… it was just splendid, believe me."
Hakkai smiled at his friend's improved condition and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, the doctor said you heal rather quickly, and you'll be out in no time."
"Alright… and… Hakkai?" Gojyo paused for a while, staring at the ceiling.
"Hai?"
"…You know, the other night when we were… in your room? Yeah… you don't mind me asking something really stupid, do you?"
"Not at all… but it depends, really. What is it?"
"Well… there was this scary scar-like thing on your stomach and--"
"Oh!" Hakkai laughed heartily. "So that was the reason you stopped half-way?"
Gojyo blushed visibly, pouting. "Hey, it wasn't funny you know… it looked rather… serious, you know. I was worried… I might hurt you…"
Hakkai took his friend's hand, rubbing it between his soft, slender ones. "Gojyo, it wasn't anything serious… I had it when I was born, in fact. The nuns at the orphanage told me so. Guess it was because of that… that I never got to know my birth parents. You can say it's a birthmark. Some call it a curse, but it's been part of me for so long… and you know, you just can't let it go. You just have to live with it, bear with it. Sometimes, I have these weird dreams of how I got the scar… they became nightmares… I actually saw myself in the rain, spilling my guts out."
"Gross… reminds me of the food here."
Hakkai grinned widely, placing Gojyo's palm against his face. "But then, someone came to me. He saved me, Gojyo. I thought he'd kill me, right there and then, but he saved me. Didn't have a good look at his face though, 'cos it was just a dream. Everything was all blurry and unfocused… and you know what the uncanny thing was? The nightmares seemed to stop the night I met you."
"Glad to be of some service," Gojyo returned the smile, stroking Hakkai's face with his thumb.
"Hm… you can never take anything seriously, can you?" Hakkai nuzzled his nose into the hand, kissing it over and over.
"Anything but you…"
Hakkai blushed at that, chuckling and hiding his burning face from sight.
~*~*~*~
Goku jogged after the blond man, making sure not to loose him in the fog. The other two men back outside the bar were last seen reporting the murder to headquarters; someone was bound to get to Sanzo in due time. Goku wondered what the man meant when he mentioned of the sort of punishment he had to face back at this Academy. It sounded scary anyway.
Sanzo had been walking for a good fifteen minutes or so. The boy behind him was finally thrown off; Sanzo knew he was stalking him all the while… but he certainly wasn't aware of the other shadow that kept hiding in discrete corners, far from his sight. He reached an unused warehouse. The broken roof tiles reflected the moon's rays upon their metal veneers, and the mist was no obstacle now. He unlocked the rusty door and let himself in. The dust rose to his ankles as he stepped on the floor. Sanzo stood and waited. Someone was coming, and he knew it now. Being out there wasn't safe for him. The mist was threatening, and who knows what danger lurked in the night… not anything he couldn't handle though…
"H-Homura," Sanzo stuttered, inching back. The older man had entered openly, not bothering to hide himself now. "You were following me, weren't you?"
His back hit the cracked wall behind. Homura placed his hands on either side of Sanzo's head and he leaned in closer.
Sanzo's fingers dug into the wall behind him, as Homura chucked his chin up, kissing him violently on the lips. "Stop it…" he tried to say, but Homura placed a finger on his already swollen lips and pressed his mouth to cover Sanzo's fully. He bit at the lower lip, ejecting a little groan from the blond beauty.
Rough but skillful hands tore his shirt apart, exposing the milky smooth skin of the lean torso. Homura let his fingers travel down the muscles and past the waistline, unbuckling the leather belt slowly. As his pants hit the ground, Sanzo was clearly aware of the bonds that the other had in his hand now.
"Homura… what…?"
Before he could continue further, Homura had pinned him mercilessly to the ground with his full body weight. The gun in his jacket was thrown out of reach, and other weapons like the daggers in his boots or the knife in his sleeve were carefully removed too. Sanzo kicked wildly, shouting insults and vile things that always wanted to be sprouted a long time ago.
Homura's superior strength allowed him to pull the two wrists together and bind them with a thin rope that cut the white skin painfully. He pushed the bound hands above Sanzo's head. The man below him was gritting his teeth, and clamping his frozen hands from time to time. Homura watched this with sick amusement and pleasure, enjoying the mere sight of his ex-lover in bondage… never had he thought the man would look so enticing like this…
"Aren't you at least going to cry a little for me?" he whispered into Sanzo's ear, nibbling at the earlobes.
"You know, we could've done this in a more… romantic sort of way… but you went and spoilt it all… turning to rape now, aren't we? Well, I'm not going to comply."
"…We'll see." Homura lifted Sanzo's neck with his free hand and bit the deliciously sweet skin just below a pulse point. It was his favorite spot. Since it was probably going to be his last time bedding Sanzo, Homura decided to be just slightly harsher in his love-making. The skin reddened more, and Sanzo kicked in protest.
The spot became a crude bruise within a minute, tainting the soft skin. Homura looked up at his victim, sneering to see the beautiful violet eyes shinning with tears. Sanzo had tried to ease the burning sensation that was building up behind his eyes, but the pain forced the droplets out, to his utter humiliation.
"Enjoying this, baby?"
"In your fucking dreams."
Homura decided to waste no more time—his erection was hardening at the sight of cold sweat beads along the side of Sanzo's head and tears that were now flowing down the ivory cheeks he loved kissing so much… it was all so exciting. He kicked his own jeans off hastily, and positioned himself between Sanzo's shivering legs, spreading them wider with his knees.
Letting go of the bound and bleeding wrists, Homura raised Sanzo's hips above the ground, allowing himself to enter ruthlessly, despite the cries and screams emitting from the blond. Sanzo fought not to shout anymore, he willed himself not to weep, as that would satisfy the mad creature on top of him even more. He forced himself not to cry his name, as that would surely spur the monster on…
Homura quickened his rhythm and increased the force of his thrusts, as rough as ever. Sanzo's lips parted in a scream of mixed pain and pleasure. Despite his being callous and forceful towards Sanzo, Homura leaned in closer, allowing Sanzo to find comfort under the crook of his neck.
Homura pulled out, collapsing on top of Sanzo, breathing harshly and sweat-slicked. "Won't you scream your lover's name out? Or better still, my name? It would be fun… why won't you…?"
Sanzo didn't know what lover Homura was talking about, but nevertheless, he refused to answer the man. He was too enraged for any talking.
"Do it," Homura said suddenly, lifting Sanzo's hips up again to meet with his, and rubbing his need against Sanzo's. "Say my name."
Sanzo, without hesitation, spat into Homura's face, much to the other's utter rage and humiliation. "You bloody asshole… what the fuck do you think I am? Your sex slave?"
"…Hmph… I saw what you did just now. It was rather entertaining, you know, to see the bastard get shot in the head like that." Homura's hot breath hit his face stingingly. His hand came up to grip the bound wrists, and he licked at the blood trails that were spilling down his captive's arms. "I didn't know you still went with the plan… I thought you threw it all away when you went and kissed that fucking kid."
"Ch! I didn't do it because it was part of the plan!" Sanzo spat, trying to wriggle out from underneath Homura.
"No?"
"No. I did it because he tried to hit on me. Simple as that."
Homura slid his tongue over the parts of Sanzo's chest he could reach. "Hit on you? My, my, I could have killed him for you…"
"…I'm not yours anymore…"
"Oh. I forgot. You got that freaking kid now, you don't need me. Was he better in bed than I was?" Homura's gold eye glinted evilly.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I never…"
"Admit it! You two already had something going on before, right? The night he saw the both of us in the cubicle, the moment you kissed him, then he ran after you… it was all planned out beforehand!"
"Homura, I never knew the kid before! Believe me, you asshole! We never even met till that night and that night only!"
Homura took out the knife he stole from Sanzo, twirling it playfully. "You sure about that? You know, I can make you admit things even without fucking you to death…"
The sound of something clattering away was heard just outside the open window, and the two men's heads turned to face the noise.
"You," Homura said, with icy venom in his voice, spotting the stunned youth. Goku was too traumatized to look away. The horrors of the rape were already good enough to freak him out. He was unsure about why he never turned his heels and sprinted as far away as possible.
Sanzo felt the heavy weight lifted off him as Homura straightened out, eyes still fixed firmly on the boy. The first thing that caught his eye, as Homura put on his jacket, was the faint glimmer of the gun in one of the pockets…
"Don't you dare try to move a muscle," the dark-haired assassin said, getting to his feet. The satiety of the rape was still dazing him slightly, and he grasped hold of the nearest object in front of him to steady himself.
Goku spotted the right golden eye of Homura's and stared. Just like mine… who is he? An ear-splitting gunshot rang through the tense silence, breaking all thoughts out of his head. It was then that he realized the man called Homura was just in front of him, and blood was splattered on his head…
Goku gasped in horror, feeling himself tremble uncontrollably, as the blank eyes stared at him one last time before falling to the ground.
Sanzo's hands shivered violently as he let go of the gun in between his tied hands. His sweat trickled off his chin, and his lips were quivering against his will. He had shot Homura. He had shot Homura… Sanzo pulled his own jacket to his shuddering body, covering his shame. He had shot Homura… What could get worse? What could possibly ruin his night even more? His ex-lover, and the only one he had had, was dead. He had shot Homura…
…And he didn't have a clue of the coming horror in store for him that night…
Note: I think I overdid the rape part XD Bless me… I spent short intervals during my study time just to complete this very important chapter. I did it bit by bit… *sigh* It's ten minutes to midnight… gotta go study for the next paper on Monday. Ja~
What to be expected in the next chapter: Yes, the character at the beginning of the chapter (the hooded, grinning guy) is someone everyone knows. Can you at least guess who it is? He's related to two deceased people in the fic, and it's also because of this that he's appearing here. The secret (and more revelations) will be added in the next chapter that will be completed by… next week? I'll try ^^
