A/N: A few grammar revisions here.

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You just ought to commend the Sanzo-ikkou for their unnatural ability to jump back up again even if the world's harsh gravity kept pulling them down. Take the ringleader, Sanzo, for instance. He lost his master, killed a ton, and yet still has the ability to one handedly remove brain cells from annoying gits whose names just happened to start with the letter "G." Only a true jumper would be able to perform such a feat. Another example would be Hakkai, the smiling dude. He, too, lost his girlfriend—who was raped and performed suicide, by the way—and his childhood wasn't exactly a bright, cheerful, Bozo the Clown one, but he stood up and jumped at the man who saved him from himself: Gojyo. Now, it would be quite unfair to exclude Gojyo from our fantastic jump-back-uppers. Gojyo was a taboo child—half-man and half-demon . . . you really should be impressed by all those hormones—and with his step-mother hating him and beating him up and eventually getting killed by his half-brother, you'd be blind not to see the excellent way he jumped back.

Being around quite exceptional jumpers, it'd have an eventual effect on you one way or another. Goku felt that it affected him quite a lot. He tried to get everything in sync with his life again, didn't he?

Sadly, his jumping back resulted to slightly more problems than he had before.

Of course, he wouldn't share it with any of them.

~0~



"Sanzo, I'm fine. Really. See? Let's just forget the whole thing. Let's just pretend that nothing happened. Please. Don't go running after them anymore. Come on! Let's just get food. I'm hungry!"

You wouldn't want them hurt would you?

No.

Then bend to my every whim.

~0~

Gojyo glanced at Goku for the nth time that day as the two of them strolled about the town, looking for either food or cigars or both. Just when he thought that the boy was recovering from his encounter with Homura and Kougaiji (they presumed Kougaiji was in it too), Goku started acting weird on them again.

How?

Well, for one thing, Goku would just stare at nothing, look frightened for a moment, look at them in scrutiny, and then calm down. A few minutes later, Goku would do the same thing. Not that it was that worrisome, course not. You see, what was really worrisome was the fact that Goku would literally beg Sanzo to give him his own room every time they stopped at an inn. Now Goku, they were quite certain, had a phobia with being alone. The planned disemboweling was postponed due to circumstances they couldn't explain—yeah, they couldn't explain why Goku was stopping them.

So, four days after the incident, they were in the sixth new town that they visited—Sanzo felt that the other towns didn't go with his mood—and were taking a break from the ass-torturing jeep drive. Gojyo felt that with the stress from Goku and the horrible travelling experiences, he was going to die young.

"I need a cigar," he informed no one and reached into his pocket for one. Sadly, his supply had gone poof. "Oi Goku," he drawled, "you wouldn't happen to have a cigar with you, would you?" It was a stupid question due to the fact the Gojyo knew quite well how Sanzo would beat up the whole world if he learned that Goku started smoking.

Luckily for the whole world, Goku had not started smoking and neither will he ever (the smoke squicked him). Instead of handing the red head much desired nicotine, he simply stared; unaware that Gojyo started staring at him as well.

Normal people would've found it weird and although Gojyo wasn't the least bit normal, he still found it a trifle unusual. Now that he thought about it, Goku seemed to feel less tense around him than with the other two. Of course, that might've been just his imagination. But he was quite sure that he didn't imagine the lack of reply. "Oi saru?"

Goku snapped out of whatever he needed snapping out of and gave Gojyo a smile that, although beautiful, didn't seem to reach his eyes. It was the same kind of smile Hakkai had before he and Gojyo got together. Gojyo was a little freaked.

"You've got to admit. Goku's been avoiding the both of us."

Sanzo didn't think that Hakkai's statement was worthy of a reply. Instead, he grunted in way of response and continued drinking himself silly with the cheap sake that he had bought from the store nearby (they didn't have any good ones).

Hakkai smirked at him. "Do you really think that it'll do you a ton of good if you keep drinking like that, Sanzo? Just because Goku prefers Gojyo's company to ours doesn't mean he loves you any less."

"I'm not jealous."

Hakkai's smile widened. "I never said you were."

"You were thinking it."

The dark-haired man sighed and slumped on the coach in the corner of Sanzo's room. For some reason, neither his nor Gojyo's rooms had a couch and he would bet anything that Goku's had. It was one of the little injustices from Sanzo that Hakkai got annoyed at. I mean, really, what kind of room did not have a couch?

"Really," he said, looking at the monk irately, "do you seriously think that Goku would avoid you for anything but a good reason?"

"I don't care." Sanzo finished one bottle and went on to the next. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Hakkai looked at him sheepishly. "I was bored. Gojyo went out with Goku to buy some food . . . or was it cigars? Actually, he's with Goku to get information out of the boy."

"And?"

"We both doubt that it would be successful," he admitted.

~0~

Sure enough, Gojyo wasn't successful. In fact, not only was he unsuccessful but was also bruised and annoyed. The saru ran away from him while he was being hypnotized by that boy's eyes. Really, golden eyes should be banned. They were just too pretty to be on a human. Also, he bonked his head on a low branch while running after the boy. It wasn't really fair.

Gojyo collapsed on his bed while he tried to remember what Goku had told him during their little walk. The boy told him something weird and then ran off to heaven knows where. When Sanzo found out that he lost Goku, the monk nearly killed him. Sanzo was out with Hakkai looking for Goku and they asked him to stay and wait. Sure, he was waiting. But, hell, he knew that waiting would be futile. Before dinner anyway . . .

Gojyo, tell Sanzo that I'll be back for dinner! I have to meet someone. You'll do that for me, ne Gojyo? Goku had looked at him with such pleading eyes that Gojyo didn't notice that the boy had disappeared.

After some time of simply staring at some non-existent dot on the wall, he seemed to realize that Goku's message was different from what he remembered. Maybe it was because of that fucking branch—he burned it, just so you know. What was it? Goku said something after that, he was sure.

Arigato Gojyo! I'll be back soon. I just have to meet a . . .

"Shit! What did Goku say?" Gojyo screamed at the poor unassuming wall. The wall quivered in fear . . . or maybe it was just the loud banging on his door.

"Gojyo! Gojyo! Open the door! He's going to KILL me!" Goku's shrilly voice echoed around the room. "Gojyo! Quick! Sanzo's coming!" Panic.

Lazily, Gojyo got up from the bed and opened the door, causing the monkey to tumble into his couchless room. Goku looked about the room, looked at Gojyo, looked at the door, winced at the sound of loud thumping feet, looked at Gojyo again, and then ran to hide behind the annoyed kappa.

Right in time, the monk stamped into the room and glared at Gojyo and the smaller figure behind him.

"BAKASARU!" Sanzo shouted. "Where the hell did you run off to? We've been looking for hours and then we see you skipping happily back to this inn like the weight of the world suddenly disappeared from your shoulders. Where have you been?"

Gojyo almost smiled at the fact that his younger companion was being lectured by big high and mighty.

"I went to the doctor," Goku said honestly, peeking from behind Gojyo's back. "I had a stomachache and the doctor was free and he gave me free food!" This was said rather perkily, causing Sanzo to grab his paper fan and whack the boy silly.

"Bakasaru," the monk said after his enthusiastic whacking. Sanzo then went out of the room, leaving Goku and Gojyo to stare after him. Sanzo, they decided, was a mean mean man.

Gojyo was contemplating on either beating Goku up or strangling him. It was a hard decision but one had to be made, he just couldn't decide. Figuring that he would never figure it out by himself, he opted to ask the one he was going to torture. "Oi Goku. Would you prefer being . . ." His sentence was cut short when he realized that Goku was gone. "Fucking monkey."

Gojyo took several strides and collapsed on his bed, too lazy to look for the saru. "So, he went to the doctor huh . . ."

Sanzo looked at Goku suspiciously. The boy sneaked into his room while he was raging about incompetent pet monkeys and such. "Since when did you need to go to the doctor? Hakkai could've healed you."

Goku lowered his eyes. "The doctor was free and he gave me food. That's all. I didn't see any harm in doing that." He looked about. "Where is Hakkai?"

"Buying food," the monk answered, wondering why Goku suddenly changed the course of their conversation but he let it pass. Of course he would. He didn't have a choice either way.

"When's he coming back?"

Sanzo narrowed his eyes. He was jealous again. Goddamned jealous. He can't be feeling jealous. Why in the world would he? Course not. "Later. We'll have to have a late dinner. You'll have to wait."

Goku nodded. "Aa. I won't eat dinner then Sanzo. I'll be in my room, sleeping."

"Nani?!"

The boy laughed nervously, twisting the hem of his shirt. "I ate already. Ja!" He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly turned to face Sanzo again. "Anou . . . Sanzo . . ." he said hesitantly.

"What?" the monk snapped. He was getting really impatient with the boy.

"Iie. It's nothing. Ja!"

Goku fled.

"He didn't want to eat?"

"No."

"And he seemed suspicious?"

"Aa."

"Well, him not eating is suspicious."

"I know."

"He seemed nervous and was about to tell you something but didn't?"

"Aa."

"Did he look sick?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"Am I that boy's keeper?"

"Actually . . ."

"Shut it."

Hakkai habitually placed his chin on top of his hand and contemplated on the conversation he just had with Sanzo. He wasn't gone for more than ten minutes and already Sanzo had something to complain about. Technically, Sanzo didn't complain but informed. Fortunately, Hakkai knew that Sanzo doesn't inform if not to complain and so, in another sense, Sanzo complained. It was lucky that Sanzo never whined though; Goku did that.

Speaking of Goku, he had to admit that the boy was acting a trifle strange. He didn't refuse food even after his ordeal with Homura and Kougaiji, so why was he starting to abstain from it now? It wasn't as if being a glutton ever bothered Goku.

"What did Gojyo say?" he asked.

Sanzo shrugged. "I don't know. I don't ask idiots."

"OI! Sanzo-sama! I heard that you corrupted bastard!" Gojyo shouted from the next room. Sanzo cursed all thin walls.

"Have you been listening to us all this time?" Hakkai asked the man from across the wall.

For a while, there was no answer and then when the door burst open, Sanzo and Hakkai almost jumped in surprise.

"Aa," Gojyo said, walking to the comfortable couch and falling on it. "I've been wondering when you'd call me. Oi, Sanzo-sama, why didn't you get my room a couch?"

"Who would? I don't give kappas couches."

Hakkai looked fondly as his lover and his confidante argued over the couch. There was something about couches that you just had to have. They were comfortable and fun to sit on. The bed was simply not made for sitting. Also, couches gave you that insatiable appetite to make out. Or maybe it was only him. He wondered though, did Goku have a couch?

He asked.

He didn't receive an answer.

He suddenly had the feeling that Goku did have a couch.

Sanzo cleared his throat. "Now that we've settled the fact that you will never get a couch from me, tell me what's wrong with the saru."

The red head snorted. "How am I supposed to know what's wrong with your pet? You're the one that he goes to all the time. I feel rather neglected really."

Hakkai patted his lover on the back. "There there."

Then the tears came. "I don't know. I try and I try to do what I can but would he ever listen to me? No! It's all Sanzo this, Sanzo that, Sanzo I want to screw you. How am I supposed to be a big brother if all he keeps on angsting about is some damned, evil, insensitive, homicidal monk?" He buried his head on Hakkai's chest and moaned [although for what reason, we'll never know] as the brunette's arms wrapped about him comfortingly.

A vein popped on Sanzo's head as he went trigger-happy on the couple sitting on his couch. "Shi~ne!" Bullets flew everywhere.

Gojyo emerged from Hakkai's chest and yelped as one of the bullets almost hit him. When Sanzo finally ran out of ammunition, he and Hakkai convulsed with laughter.

"That was priceless!" Gojyo snickered. "You should've seen your face Sanzo-sama!" He would've said more if Sanzo hadn't pointed a newly loaded gun at him.

Hakkai quieted down his guffaws to a soft chuckle until he was ready to talk without giggling—giggling was just so girly and he wouldn't be caught dead doing such a heinous act. When he was finally ready to talk, he elbowed Gojyo on the ribs to keep the man from getting killed by a ticked off monk.

"So Sanzo," he said, finally succeeding in making Gojyo shut up. "What'll we do?"

Sanzo remained silent for a while before he said "Nothing. We do nothing unless Goku tells us what to do. Until Goku finally tells us what's bothering him."

The couple nodded.

They all headed down to eat.

~0~

Goku looked at the mirror and sighed bitterly. The scars that were there the night before somehow disappeared, thanks to the doctor that he made him go to. The doctor was weird. He always carried an odd rabbit with him all the time.

He looked at his violated body. He had no tears for it anymore but he still wanted to curl up in a corner and cry until his death came. Death was something he was contemplating on but he knew he couldn't kill himself . . . not when they would be affected. He knew that he should've committed suicide when he woke up that night but suicide wasn't an option anymore. He didn't even have the freedom to kill himself.

Two days after he was brutally violated, they came and did it again.

He knew that he should tell Sanzo but what would that equate to? Sanzo being disgusted and all of them getting killed.

Yes, all of them. That's what they promised to do. They would kill all of them if he didn't comply. They would destroy all of them except him. No, he would be left alive as nothing but a doll for them to toy with.

But who were they?

Goku looked anxiously at the window. One of them would come that night.

He undressed and covered himself with a thin blanket. He looked at the window again, hoping that the man would never come. But it was a futile hope and he knew it.

"He's really not coming down?"

Gojyo shook his head. "His room is locked and he doesn't answer."

A tap.

Goku's eyes averted from the mirror to the window. His gold eyes widened when he saw him. He should've expected it. He shouldn't have felt scared anymore. He shouldn't have felt the shiver run through him like a flash of lightning, quick, fast, and painful. He shouldn't have just stood there with his mouth agape. He knew that he was going to come. He shouldn't have felt the frozen fear. But he did.

He walked stiffly towards the window and clutched at the window's latch, trying to open it with fingers numbed by fear. As soon as he got the window open, Kougaiji entered, wrapped his arms around Goku's body, and crushed his hot mouth on his.

The blanket fell as they did on the couch, leaving Goku naked beneath a violent demon. Kougaiji kissed him everywhere passionately, grinning as he did so. Who would've thought that he, of all people, could have the seiten taisei under his power?

"You didn't tell them, did you?" he breathed into Goku's ear, licking it as he did so.

The boy shivered. "Iie," he answered hoarsely, trying not to get squished by Kougaiji's weight on him.

"Good."

"Are you sure you don't want to call Goku?" Gojyo asked the monk.

"No."

Hakkai looked at him. "Definitely?" Usually, he wouldn't argue with Sanzo, knowing that Sanzo always had a reasonable explanation over anything he decided, but now, he couldn't help it. He had a bad feeling—if he were a woman, he would've said that it was a woman's intuition, unfortunately, he wasn't.

"Aa." Even Sanzo felt unsure of his own answer.

The red head would've grinned if he weren't feeling all anxious. "No really. You know you want to call him."

"I don't."

"That's crap."

"I don't care about that idiot."

"That's even bigger crap."

Of course, when they heard a muffled scream from Goku's room, all decisions, reasonable explanations, and arguments were forgotten. They quickly sprang up from their seats and rushed up the stairs, hoping that nothing *too* bad happened to the boy.

They reached the door of Goku's room and started banging on it, hearing only the harsh breathing of someone inside.

Kougaiji was pushing in and out of him. He was aroused at the sight of the pained look Goku wore on his face. The boy's mouth was parted slightly, eyes wide open, and hair dampened; his body glistened with sweat. Goku was a pretty sight to look at.

Kou grunted when he heard the banging at the door. "Tell them to go away," he ordered, pushing deeper to hurt the boy even more.

Goku groaned and then complied. He didn't want them to see him in the position that he was in any more than the demon prince did. He could hear Sanzo shouting outside, asking him what's wrong. "I'm fine. Just a nightmare. Leave me alone. Please," he said, voice cracking and hoarse. "Just go away."

"Saru!" he heard Gojyo scream. "I'm going to break this door apart if you don't open it right now!"

Goku knew that there was no reasoning Gojyo. Besides, he had to get rid of them before he actually climaxed. "Hakkai, please make them go away."

There was dead silence outside before he heard Hakkai say "hai" and ushered the two men from the hallway.

Kougaiji bit into his neck. "Good job, Son Goku." He covered Goku's mouth with his own hot one.

A/N: Oh, yippee, chapter—what's this chapter?—is done! I swear, the next time I write a fic, I won't put it in R. Nobody reviews in R. Damn. I wanted at least an average of 10 reviews per chapter but no. Nobody (much) reviewed the last one. I mean, I thrive on reviews. How am I supposed to write without enough reviews to sustain me? It's injustice, I say.

Anyway, I'm hankering for alcohol. My mom hid all the alcohol since the last time I got drunk and vomited all over the dance floor. Shit. Oh, and just so you know, sake tastes divine. You've gotta commend the Japanese for inventing it.

By the way, Yami no Matsuei totally rocks! I swear, I just got the third manga and you've gotta love the non-con between Muraki and Hisoka. Of course, it's sweet the way Tsuzuki's always there for Hisoka, but, hell, non-con rocks! I seriously recommend watching it or reading the manga—either way, Hisoka still looks good. Oh, and TsuXHis is just magnificent!