A/n: Nope… Sanzo ain't going to stay in any jail for long… I don't know if it's possible for a murderer to be released… but… it's just a fic, ne?
gallatica: Congrats for being the first person to review^^ Good at plotting? I take that as a compliment ya know… don't worry, there will be an *equal* amount of SanzoXGoku and GojyoXHakkai in the fic, even though Gojyo's and Hakkai's relationship started out earlier. Thanks for reviewing every chapter^^ Wow.
sanzo-chan: Hehe… like the kissing part though ^__
sun: It's okay, not signing in… the review just made my day^^ thanks for waiting… yup, everything's in this chapter.
sk8er boi: Erm… actually… I didn't do well one bit. As usual :P my composition was the most satisfying thing ever, though, and it was the highest mark in class^^ And yes… like I said in 'Cup of Wine', I WILL be continuing Baby Blues, but sometimes, I just run out of ideas… thanks for liking both fics so much^^
Windy Hurrice: Heh… thank you, thank you! I'm flattered… that's all I can say^^
Shiroki: Goku visit him in jail…? Hm… good suggestion though! But nah… won't go according to plot if he DID do that… it will be so cute though, don't you think? Hehe…
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Once Forgotten by real-circus
Chapter 6: Afflict
No trial, just conviction—that was how the people here worked. Sanzo, however, was a different case. The man had killed three people in just one night. There had been others who slaughtered more, but the deceased were people he knew and worked with, and this caught the investigators' attention immediately. There was more to this than just the simple maniac going on a killing spree; there was a complicated reason under the surface, and everyone was doing everything to dig out more information on the blonde assassin.
"Could you tell us, Genjo Sanzo, about your connection between all the people you have murdered?" the policewoman demanded strictly. Speaking with her seemed to be very disturbing. Those dyed purple locks were dreadfully familiar…
"Does it really matter?" he replied just as coldly. The woman slapped him across the face. He smirked—it didn't hurt one bit. He was used to more painful blows.
"Don't give me that smirk of yours! Do you know what position you're in now? Don't answer that. You obviously don't."
"Just get on with the shit, bitch, and shut it with all that fucking interrogation crap!" Sanzo spat, much to the distaste and repulsion of the policemen. They carried on, anyway, despite Sanzo's violent upturning of the table and ruthlessly hurling any available object at the police.
"Leave me with the man," the young policewoman said, taking out a gun. The rest left gratefully, studying the two through the glass window of the interrogation room. Even though the blond was stripped of his gun and other weapons, he seemed even more dangerous and aggressive than ever.
"What's with the plaster?" she asked, peering over to see the covered bruise. "Looks rather nasty. Did one of the people you murdered do this?"
"It doesn't fucking concern you."
"Yes it does," the woman replied, seriously. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before Sanzo turned away, too pissed to even respond. "I know you. I've heard of you… because your boss happens to be my cousin."
~*~
Gojyo got slightly startled when Hakkai entered the ward noisily, slapping the day's papers onto the bed with the excitement equivalent to a child's. The headlines blared 'Assassin Behind Bars', but displayed no picture of the blond man who tried to kill them the other night. Gojyo wasn't surprised at all, and took, from underneath his pillow, a teen's magazine, which had the blonde's picture on the front page. The cover story title read 'Hot Assassination'.
"This mag's got everything in it," Gojyo said, flipping to the page. "Appears that the guy's already the hottest topic among the kids, and remember the other guy—the dark-haired one—he's the blonde's lover, who got killed. Dunno… must have been cheating on blondie here or something…"
"It seems likely. He's been in custody for about two nights already, and he's still occupying the front page… they say… they say they'll kill him, once they get enough answers. He's murdered enough people already. Maybe he deserves it…"
"He so fucking did!" Gojyo said, raising his voice.
"Now, now, Gojyo…" Hakkai cooed, gently stroking a tanned arm. "Don't you think it's really worth it?" He made a gesture with his fingers to show Gojyo he wanted silence. "I mean… well, I myself don't know why I'm saying this, but… don't you find it a little odd that he killed the very people he worked for? He might have been good. Perhaps he killed them for a purpose. Maybe," Hakkai leaned in closer, like an innocent adolescent who wanted so anxiously to tell a parent of the day's activities. "Just maybe, he had been on our side? Think about it. It's possible."
"Possible, Hakkai, but not reliable enough. He had that killer look in those freaky eyes; he really, really wanted to kill us, Hakkai!"
Just then, the sharp ring of Hakkai mobile phone resounded in his jacket pocket. The professor dug it out and answered hastily. Gojyo could only frown and flip to the article on the assassin. He felt a grin touch his lips when he read:
…the blond assassin was said to have an intimate relationship with one of the victims, whose name is strictly confidential. The media does not have reliable sources as to which academy both work for, but, as the police stated, they would be all sent behind bars for the rest of their lives when found. As for the captured assassin, it does not come as a surprise to find many advertising companies paying tons for the Sex God (as named in Teens' Magazine) to work for them…but that feisty temper and sharp tongue won't get him far…
Hakkai put the phone back into a deep pocket with a click. Gojyo folded the morning paper and wondered if Hakkai had even read the article yet.
"Who was that?" he asked absent-mindedly, shifting to reach the TV remote.
"Someone very important, calling from Chou An," Hakkai replied. "Remember that place I was talking about the other day? The same place where I found that now stolen scroll? Well, they said they found something worth seeing in the debris of the Sunset temple… or whatever it was called. He didn't mention anything about it, though. Said it was… curious… and… and I want to take you with me."
Gojyo blinked, turning his head away from the TV set. "What? I haven't healed yet. Besides, I don't know anything about these ruins and archeologists or ancient stuff… I'll probably be so lost and… I don't want to look stupid with you around."
"Trust me, Gojyo," Hakkai smiled warmly; those kinds of smiles could replace a night's worth of sleep anytime, in Gojyo's point of view. "I'll be your guide!" There's that child-like excitement again… "Just stick with me and you'll be fine! I want to show whatever it is to see to you. I want to show you… everything, because…"
"Because what, Hakkai?" Gojyo prodded on, a tad more eager than impatient.
"…Because you're worth all this. I don't know… we just met a few nights ago… I don't know why we're still doing this. It's as though I've known you for centuries. I remember loving you, but I've never met you."
"As in, you loved me even before you met me? I've heard of that one before. But to hear that from your lips was pure heaven." Gojyo ran the back of his finger down Hakkai's smooth, blushing visage. "Don't worry. I'll be discharged soon, and yeah… I guess I can go with you. I deserve a break from all that rock music down at the pub."
~*~*~
Fuck. Shit. Dammit. Fuck it. Screw it! Sanzo's mind sprouted every single swear word he knew. Sitting in a small cell full of other men wasn't exactly fun, especially if it smelled of dried sweat on overused jail attire. Worst of all, Shuuei was coming to see his situation. Shuuei had been a good godfather, and Sanzo's closest family and friend, all these years. He loved the man like he'd loved his late father, Komyo.
"Oi! New kid!" a burly man, about twice Sanzo's size and a head taller called. "You the one who tried to assassinate that professor? Heh, what a fucking failed--"
The bars rattled slightly when the huge hulk slammed into them, nursing his bleeding nose. Sanzo was up and fuming, right hand balled up into a tight, threatening fist.
"Don't provoke him now," a thin, pale stick of a man chortled.
"Why, that bastard!" The heavily-built cellmate lunged forward in a war cry with his fists raised. Sanzo caught them with little effort and kneed the man in the stomach. It didn't take long for the guards outside to notice the fight. Prisoners from other jail cells were banging objects against the metal bars, creating a maddening din that was hard to ignore.
"OUIT IT, ALL OF YOU!!!" a guard thundered, as a few more entered the scene.
"Genjo Sanzo! There's someone here to see you! Get your ass outta there NOW!!!" another hastily unbolted the lock of the jail cell to let the blond out.
Sanzo cursed as two men forced handcuffs on him again and wrung him out roughly.
~*~*~
Goku set his skateboard on the uneven sidewalk and slammed onto it, sending him riding down the slope to his school. He never cared if they didn't allow these things into class. He always had a way of concealing them. Now that the blond assassin named Sanzo was put in jail, there was hardly anything to upset or worry him, except homework of course… and maybe some other things… take reporters for example.
A horde of them were chasing him to school, and he was sure the principal wouldn't be too pleased to see that. Swinging cameras and protruding microphones were everywhere he went. Now he really wished he could have been in jail with Sanzo, who didn't have to worry about reporters…
~*~
Or did he…?
"What the FUCK do you think you'll get out of me?"
The young woman sat down at the other side of the glass quietly. "Mister Genjo Sanzo, I'm Shunfa, from the news press. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions concerning last night--?"
"Go screw yourself, bitch. I need no attention! Just get out of that fucking seat and leave me in peace! Can't you see that I've had enough of you reporters!?" Sanzo stopped right there, taking in fully what he saw at the entrance of the visitors' room. No… it couldn't be him… why the fuck does he have to even be here!?
It wasn't going according to plan. Nothing was. He couldn't see himself interrogating the professor or his redhead friend either… he couldn't see himself holding the stolen scroll anymore… he couldn't see himself getting out of this stinking prison for a long time…
Sanzo grimaced, as Professor Cho Hakkai took Shunfa's place in front of him, smiling faintly.
A/n: Yes, it's a very short chapter… T__T I'll make up for it. Sanzo will be out of prison in no time. Yeah, Yaone is Kougaiji's cousin in this fic. Sorry if this chapter was disappointing…to me, it really sucked…except the Hakkai and Gojyo part.
What to be expected: As Sanzo said, his plan is crumbling to bits… and that 'curious' something that the correspondent found back at Chou An will be worth knowing to all four of them… Hehe… Shunfa's a reporter. Shuuei gets into the picture too. And Sanzo tells all he has to say about why he joined the rotten Academy in the first place. The weapons Sanzo and Homura stole in previous chapters (i.e. the Nyoibou)--and did I mention they stole the Shaku Jou too?—have a role in this fic too…
