A/n: People I'd like to thank: Ami, gallatica, kotonaru, sun, nan & bleit. And er, nope… I didn't mention anything about the Shaku Jou. But they did steal it ^^;;
Warnings: Shounen-ai (especially in this chapter), lewd, lewd scenes, and a lot of SanzoXGoku… it happens all in this chapter. And I'm serious about the lewd scenes…
Once Forgotten by real-circus
Chapter 7: Disintegration
Sanzo stared back through the glass with burning hatred. If looks could truly kill, the glass between them would have melted to liquid and the professor would have been dead a long time ago… then, the professor spoke. Sanzo knew it happened; he knew his lips moved, but no sound came from those calm, smiling lips. The blood that was boiling in his ears now was too loud, shielding out the noise outside.
He blinked twice, and reality took shape before his senses again. "I'd like to see you, preferably somewhere out of this prison," the brunette said, cautiously and softly. Sanzo recognized the humiliation and pain, to see the person he had to kill talking so casually in front of him, as though it never happened. "Don't worry. I have my connections. I'll get you out, but under strict conditions, of course. You're an excellent assassin, I must say. And you've got a whole story to tell me under that scowl of yours."
"If we weren't speaking through the glass, I would've spat at you just now," Sanzo hissed, leaning closer, so that Hakkai's emerald eyes met with Sanzo's cold violet glare.
Hakkai just forced his thin lips upwards to fit a perfectly forced grin on his handsome face. It just made Sanzo even angrier than before. Hakkai sat back slowly.
"I promise you, you'll be out in no time. I've paid a considerable amount of money to fulfill this, but that doesn't matter."
"Why the FUCK would someone like you want me out on the loose again?" Sanzo questioned, enraged. "If you need answers, don't think you'll get anything out of me. Aren't you afraid of what I'm capable of doing? I can easily choke the life out of you, you know. Weaklings like you die quicker in this world."
"I do not like your very negative outlook on the world, mister Genjo Sanzo. That's your name, isn't it? Well, I suggest you go cool yourself down… I don't want them sending you back in here… I want to take you with me to one of my expeditions."
If Sanzo wasn't that angry, he would've laughed at how stupid that sounded. "Do whatever you want. I'm not in the mood for your talk."
A guard from outside strode in, whispering into another's ear. Sanzo knew he was going to be discharged, as the professor had said, but there was a catch. No one left prison like this without a condition. He didn't even bother how much Hakkai paid to get him out of there. It didn't seem to matter now, as he was led down a fenced passageway, to the back exit of the prison. He noticed how fucking ridiculous he must have been, acting as if it were his first time in twenty years that he'd been out of a prison cell. No matter—he'd kill those who'd arrested him, especially that bitch who claimed to be Kougaiji's cousin. Could she have been the one who let him be discharged? Sanzo spat at the ground near the spot-check station, much to the guard's distaste… but who cared?
Sanzo had a full day of new freedom ahead of him, and he knew how he'd spend it. He had to be careful though—the nutty professor had specially ordered the police to place a miniature detector at the back of his shirt, so that he could locate him back in his office. Sanzo wasn't a dimwit. He had proved on countless occasions that he knew everything people did to him… betrayal wasn't one of them though.
~*~*~
Goku rummaged for his house keys in the midst of books, pens, and other small school things in his bag. Kicking the day's newspaper that was left by his front door aside, he fitted the little object into the keyhole and turned. The sound echoed through the hallway of the building, and he realized it had been far too quiet.
"Found you." Goku jumped at the voice, dropping his schoolbag before reeling around. His heart skipped a beat for some reason, when he met with that very same violet gaze from some nights back.
"Get back!" He became frantic and scared; the memories of that night sprang back into his mind, and he turned defensive. "Just go away!"
"I won't harm you, for Christ's sake! I can't! They'll know," he added bitterly.
Goku suddenly knew what he meant. Anyway, the man didn't seem to have a gun with him. No other weapon was bulging out of his clothes, so he felt slightly safer. Goku didn't know the other things Sanzo was capable of, without weapons, though.
"I was wondering if you could let me in. I need a shelter for tonight. I can't go back to my own flat." Shuuei would be furious, he thought. Sanzo managed to pull it off without having to put on that pathetic interpretation of a poor beggar in the streets, asking for a loaf of bread. He felt that he was too worthy for any of that.
"You live here all by yourself?" Sanzo asked, finding some evidence that proved the kid wasn't alone.
"My foster parents went on vacation. You're just lucky," Goku replied from the kitchen.
Sanzo entered the small room, busying himself with looking around the place. Of course, looking around wasn't exactly why Sanzo came to visit.
"How did you know where I stayed?" Goku queried, sounding more distrustful than he wanted it to be.
"I have my own connections," Sanzo replied, remembering what the professor had told him back in the prison.
Goku was feeling strange now. He only knew this man for about a week, but something felt so right about Sanzo looking down at him right now with that glare, that felt so chilling, yet so comforting at the same time.
"Won't you get me something to drink?" Sanzo asked a-matter-of-factly. He settled himself at the counter contentedly, eyes bright with some sort of sick amusement Goku couldn't comprehend, being the naïve child he was. Sanzo let his slim posture rest against the marble counter, and tilted his head to the side, allowing the lily-white flesh of his neck to be revealed. He was good when it came to seducing. He'd learnt it all from Homura.
Speaking of Homura… Sanzo pretended to scratch the side of his neck, and as sure as he was, the love bite Homura had left that night was still there. He cursed inwardly.
"Well," Goku's head disappeared behind the fridge. "What do you want?"
Sanzo came to place his itching hands on the youngster's hips and pull him closer. "Anything wet," he answered in a purr. Now that really turned the young boy on. Sanzo slammed Goku roughly up against the fridge door. They stared at each other in lust for what seemed like ten full seconds before their lips locked fiercely.
Sanzo, with Goku's smaller form clinging onto his waist, stumbled out the kitchen, groping his way around for a bedroom for him to do it properly. When he found one, which was probably Goku's, he threw the boy onto the bed and climbed on top. Pushing trembling legs apart, Sanzo marveled at what a beautiful body this boy had. He plunged downwards for the neck, and heard the soft murmur of his name repeated slowly between gasps of pleasure and pain.
Goku pressed Sanzo's head to him, arching when a hungry tongue traveled down to his taut belly and… down even more. He felt his body shiver against his will. It was his first time, and moreover with someone he maybe didn't even know too well…… just maybe. Sanzo crawled back up again, panting harshly, placing his forehead against Goku's.
"You haven't done this before, have you?" he asked in a seductive undertone, a hand snaking through soft brown locks.
Goku shook his head, glancing at the sturdy structure of the man and the sleekness of the muscled skin. A firm hand chucked his chin upwards, so that their gazes met. Goku felt the heat rising up to his cheeks when he drowned himself in the purple depths that were Sanzo's eyes. They were the prettiest things he'd ever seen. Much like rare jewels or… or amethyst pools devoid of emotion.
"Then let me teach you how to do it properly," Sanzo whispered into the boy's ear. It made Goku tremble in excitement. "Use your tongue…" Sanzo's lips gently caressed his, sliding his tongue between them, almost tempting Goku to do the same, and that he did. Sanzo bit his lower lip, opening the sweet mouth wider for his exploration. "Harder, and fiercer, Goku…" Goku obeyed instantly, arching his neck further and using his tongue more. They broke off for a breather.
"That was good," Sanzo droned, taking in Goku's intoxicating scent.
"Teach me more," Goku said wistfully. He was taken over by that something that was aching in his body for a long time now. He let it possess him, and wash over him. It was the best feeling alive.
Sanzo, in the meantime, was obviously more than grateful to do so…
~*~*~
Gojyo was, thankfully, back at home with Hakkai, and bandage-less. Sliding his warmer hands over freezing ones, the man took in that ethereal aroma of Hakkai – it was very much like the chemicals he worked with, mixed amid human oils and the scent of starched lab coats right after ironing.
"You should have waited for me to bring an umbrella, instead of getting yourself wet out there," Gojyo said, wrapping his arms around Hakkai's waist snugly. His hair fell across shivering shoulders. Hakkai nuzzled his head at the crook of Gojyo's neck, realizing, in the process, that there were two livid scars across his left cheek. He didn't bother asking about that.
"I wanted to reach home as soon as possible," Hakkai replied coyly, "to see you," he added smilingly. It made Gojyo's legs turn to jelly and send his heart melting like boiling butter. "I'll be expecting a guest tonight, Gojyo. Remember that blond guy…?"
Gojyo grunted. He obviously still loathed the man for injuring his shoulder. "I can't believe you still insist on letting him come. What's with you, Hakkai?"
"Well," he began with a tone that reminded Gojyo of a mischievous child when bringing up an excuse, "he has the scroll. He hid it. He refused to tell the police where he discarded the thing, but I believe he'll tell us."
"And maybe we'll even take him with us to Chou An," Gojyo finished the sentence with slight mockery.
Hakkai looked up, eyes shining with that innocent shimmer that never failed to make Gojyo fall for him again.
"Oh no you don't… you can't! He's too dangerous, Hakkai! Think of the consequences for once! Oh gods… you're not taking him with us! I won't let you! Look at what he did to my shoulder, for heaven's sake! He'll probably kill the both of us once he's done stealing every other valuable object in Chou An! You just can't…"
No… not the frigging puppy dog eyes… NO! Damn you, Hakkai!
"…… Whatever," Gojyo sighed, defeated. He was rewarded with a little peck on his cheek. Hakkai always had a way of winning over him, especially at poker.
"Chou An?" a deep, and frighteningly familiar voice announced the presence of the expected guest. The man emerged from the shadowed corner of the room, gripping a rolled-up scroll. "Why take me there? What's in it for you?"
"You freak me out, dude!" Gojyo got up abruptly, sending Hakkai tumbling back inelegantly to the floor. "Firstly, I dunno how the hell you got in here! Secondly, it's rude to butt yourself into other people's privacy!"
"Hn… Privacy?" Sanzo replied silkily. "I suggest you better teach your professor friend here the basics…"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gojyo retorted. Hakkai held his arm to silence him.
"I presume you entered using that same entrance you used that night, and I know I took something valuable from some forbidden place… that's the very reason why you're here – to tell me who it belongs to. I'll appreciate your help--"
The stolen scroll bounded off Hakkai's arm-shielded face and rolled away. Hakkai was slightly shocked and disheartened by the action. Frowning, he took the scroll up, walking away to place it somewhere else. Gojyo, obviously, was furious by now. How dare he make Hakkai sad!? The bloody prick! Sanzo caught both arms that were aiming for his neck, twisting the right into an awkward position. Gojyo controlled his yelps of pain and managed to squirm his way out of the assassin's grip.
"That was good," Sanzo said, licking his lips as though he were referring to a meal. "But not good enough for me, you overprotective piece of shit! Move over so that I could see the professor!"
"Hah! Like I'll comply! Look, I won't do anything for a man, no matter how good-looking they are, so fuck off!"
Sanzo chuckled. He was sure he'd heard that remark from somewhere before. "Whatever. Just forget it! Look, professor – Cho Hakkai – that is your name, isn't it? I've returned your precious, precious scroll, so you'll leave me alone, won't you?"
"You're lucky Hakkai's so nice to let you off like this!" Gojyo was getting on Sanzo's sensitive nerves. "If I were him, I'd send you back to prison!"
"Why prison? I have proof that what I did was in the name of self-defense… not that you know anything about that, do you? After all, you're such a witless--"
"Gojyo's anything but witless," a timid but steady voice said from the table. "I think you're the witless one. Killing three people in one night alone? One death was said to be out in the open. Were you out of your mind? Not that I care at the very least, but you're definitely incapable of saving your own ass. Mind you, I remember that night when your lover had to come in and save you--"
"He wasn't there to save me, you wretched son of a bitch!" Sanzo hissed.
Hakkai, seemingly more placid than before, smoothed the scroll out on the table. "Whatever. Just be sure to control your anger before you arrive at my house next time, Sanzo."
"There'll be a next time?"
"Shush, Gojyo. Now, as I was saying… I'll appreciate it very much if you helped me find the owner of this, Genjo Sanzo, because I see a deeper reason for your stealing the sutra… and it wasn't for your boss, was it? It had something to do with you, and that's why you kept it. Am I right so far?"
Sanzo grunted, and Hakkai took that as an unmistakably rude replacement for the word 'yes'. "Well… I suppose you know who this belongs to?"
"It belongs to Chou An," Sanzo replied coldly. "And you took it from her. I only wanted to return it, but I think I'd rather not waste my time for a freaking piece of paper. I have a life."
"What a gentleman you are, Mister Sanzo!" Gojyo mocked. He was silenced immediately when he found the mouth of a gun in front of his face.
"Don't make me waste my bullets on your already rotting flesh."
"Relax! Both of you! Just be still for a few seconds and let me continue…"
An hour ago, at Goku's house… bedroom, to be exact…
"Tell me," Sanzo began, stroking the bare back with gentleness reserved for activities such as this. "Remember you told me once about this friend you got rid of…? How did you get rid of the body? You don't mind me asking, do you?"
"N-no," Goku muttered timidly. "I – I… we were out of country then…"
"Did you know Shien was following you?"
"Not at all. We were having loads of fun… I couldn't think of anything else. He… tried to kill me… when we were on tour…" Goku clutched Sanzo's left hand for some sort of security. The older man squeezed the slender fingers and kissed them slowly.
"In your own time," he said softly.
"…… We were on tour, of this weird ruin they called – I can't remember properly – the… the Temple of the Setting Sun, I think. Yeah… he tried, but I attacked in self-defense. Gosh… I didn't know what I was doing! I – I dumped the body somewhere in the ruins… I can't remember where…"
"Temple of the Setting Sun?" Somehow, that really rang a bell. "Where is this place? It sounds familiar."
"… In Chou An, I think."
A/n: Yes, I believe I said the stolen weapons have a role in this, and they still do, although they're not mentioned in this chapter – yet.
What to be expected in the next chapter: Five words: Chou An, here we come!!! Ooo… but we all know I won't make this journey be as simple as that… *evil sneer*
