First of all thanks for the reviews. Sorry for all the angst and suffering
and I know that Hakkai is acting ooc about his relationship with Kanan but
I promise it will all be remedied in the end, I assure you I'm not that
heartless.
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Gojyo came around to a throbbing headache and a parched mouth. His whole body ached an all too familiar ache; he had been beaten recently. He licked his lips and tried to move upright. His hands were bound tightly behind him and his legs were strapped firmly together with stronger bindings than before. He realised struggling was useless for now and took stock of his surroundings. He was in a cell; three walls and a line of bars and cold air breezed in from somewhere making him shiver. He rolled onto his side and managed to wriggle his body into a sitting position.
"Where am I?" he murmured out loud trying to fight off the dizziness.
"Don't move, taboo one, preparations are being made for your trial." Came a harsh voice.
"My trial?" asked Gojyo hazily, turning his head in the general direction of the voice, pulling at his wrists, yes they were definitely stuck fast; he couldn't even summon jakujou. He saw a black robed figure standing by the bars, with a hood covering his eyes and face. Gojyo sensed the hatred radiating from him "What the hell have I done?"
The robed man moved closer to the bars
"A group of forbidden ones murdered half our townspeople three years ago. Not humanely either. They strode into our quiet town with a group of deranged youkai and they looted our town for everything they could get. We let them, afraid for our lives but they still strung people up for their own vicious pleasures and they left them struggling for days, laughing at their plight. Men women and children left to die and those of us who tried to get them free were killed on the spot. When they finally left, when we had nothing else to give, we vowed that these monstrosities of life couldn't live. You should never have been born and we have been chosen to remedy that."
"But I'm no psychopath!" protested Gojyo struggling to his knees, immediately incensed by the accusations. He was heartily sick of hearing them, his whole childhood had been plagued with jibes over his colouring, but there was a greater concern on his mind. "What have you done with my friends?"
"Your hostages have been released and your corruption of them is evidence." The robed figure spat. "We are here to take you to your trial."
Gojyo lifted one crimson eyebrow critically, this was not sounding good.
"What kind trial is it if I'm already considered guilty?" he asked caustically.
"The people need to see you exposed as the monster you are." Retorted the figure. Gojyo looked down at the dirty floor in confusion, why couldn't people just leave him alone? Couldn't people see that his colouring meant nothing? How in hell was he going to convince them otherwise? The figure made to leave and Gojyo suddenly realised what he had called his companions before.
"Wait. Hostages?!" he forced his reluctant body to shuffle towards the bars, even his adrenaline-enhanced strength not snapping the leg bindings.
"Yes, your hostages." Said the figure walking past him and rapping three times on a door.
Gojyo wriggled to the wall of his cell and used it to push himself back onto his feet, relieved to find that he wasn't as hurt as he thought. He was seriously worried now. Where in hell were Goku, Sanzo and Hakkai? Why were they called hostages? Didn't they see him being smacked on the head by Sanzo's fan when they had booked in? The robed man had said they had been released, which quelled his fear a little but he still didn't trust the man's word. He wrenched at the wrist shackles and got nowhere then started work on the leg straps, wondering idly if he could find something sharp to snap them. He had just managed to work out how the wretched things held him so tightly when the door embedded in the cell bars slammed open and four men in dark clothes strode in and grabbed him.
Gojyo saw their old battered rifles and truncheon-like wooden clubs and thought twice about struggling, but, seeing as his sentence was confirmed, forwent his right to remain silent.
"If you've done anything to any of them, I swear I will kill you! If you have even touched Hakkai I will fucking murder you all!" he shouted as he was dragged out of the cell. One of the guards grabbed a large handful of his hair and yanked back on it sharply, choking off his cries.
"Shut up you disgusting half-breed!" he shouted. "Believe me, I have no qualms about slitting your throat from ear to ear!"
Gojyo shut up.
He was dragged through a stone corridor, which was heavy with silence. He closed his eyes and started worrying about Hakkai who had been wrenched from his arms before. His gentle lover had been so distressed and injured in the gardens that Gojyo was more worried about Hakkai trying to kill himself again, rather than these people hurting him. Sanzo and Goku could take care of themselves, besides they were not the ones that Gojyo shared a bed and a life with, but Hakkai had been in a terrible mental state before and it had actually frightened him.
I should have fought harder. I should have kept him with me.
His musings kept him occupied during the humiliating dragging and distracted him from the increasing pain in his knees as they scraped the stone floor and the tingling in his scalp from where his hair had been pulled before. It was only when bright lights prickled under his eyelids, did he actually open his eyes and look around him. The corridor remained the same; stony and silent, but the silence was broken by a thump at one of the wooden doors nearest to them.
Gojyo jerked his head up and looked around, every fibre of his body tingling with awareness. The guards surrounding him stopped and Gojyo tried to slip his wrists free of the shackles, ready to move away. There was another thump and the robed man spun around, staring at him accusingly, as if he was inciting the noises deliberately. Gojyo ignored him, wrenched his wrist and felt the shackles click. He let out a breath and hoped that this was a good sign of impending freedom. He decided now would be a good time to start protesting again and hopefully create a distraction that whatever was thumping on the door would hear and become louder. He then hoped that the distraction was sufficient for him to escape with minimum of fuss.
"Why all this nonsense?! Just kill me now and be done!" He yelled as loudly as he could. As the words left his mouth, there was a violent blow to his head from one of his escorts, which made him bite through his lip in surprise. He hadn't expected a blow that hard and it throbbed uncomfortably. He then swore silently when the shackles suddenly gripped his wrists even tighter than before, making his wrists tingle. The figure in black-robes turned around to him.
"If you don't be quiet, we will have your precious lover brought out here and beaten before you." He said in quiet tones that only Gojyo and the guards were meant to hear.
Gojyo was shocked. How did they know about the relationship? In his minds eye he saw Hakkai on his knees before him, battered and bruised, tears running down his face and pleading for him - Gojyo, the half-breed, the waste of time and space - to be released. Gojyo gritted his teeth at the image and thought about spitting his mouthful of blood at the man, but another image of Hakkai lying unconscious at his feet swayed him completely from that idea. There was a good chance that this hooded man could actually do what he was threatening to do. Gojyo was torn, but finally surrendered his towering pride and dropped his head in submission with a single hissing breath of sheer frustration.
"And stay that way." Said the robed man, staring at the bowed crimson head with loathing. This was the most high-spirited half-breed he had ever seen. It would take a lot to bring him to justice. He waved his hand at the guards who commenced their striding march.
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A/N: There's goes another one. Thank-you for the reviews, it's really nice having them.
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Gojyo came around to a throbbing headache and a parched mouth. His whole body ached an all too familiar ache; he had been beaten recently. He licked his lips and tried to move upright. His hands were bound tightly behind him and his legs were strapped firmly together with stronger bindings than before. He realised struggling was useless for now and took stock of his surroundings. He was in a cell; three walls and a line of bars and cold air breezed in from somewhere making him shiver. He rolled onto his side and managed to wriggle his body into a sitting position.
"Where am I?" he murmured out loud trying to fight off the dizziness.
"Don't move, taboo one, preparations are being made for your trial." Came a harsh voice.
"My trial?" asked Gojyo hazily, turning his head in the general direction of the voice, pulling at his wrists, yes they were definitely stuck fast; he couldn't even summon jakujou. He saw a black robed figure standing by the bars, with a hood covering his eyes and face. Gojyo sensed the hatred radiating from him "What the hell have I done?"
The robed man moved closer to the bars
"A group of forbidden ones murdered half our townspeople three years ago. Not humanely either. They strode into our quiet town with a group of deranged youkai and they looted our town for everything they could get. We let them, afraid for our lives but they still strung people up for their own vicious pleasures and they left them struggling for days, laughing at their plight. Men women and children left to die and those of us who tried to get them free were killed on the spot. When they finally left, when we had nothing else to give, we vowed that these monstrosities of life couldn't live. You should never have been born and we have been chosen to remedy that."
"But I'm no psychopath!" protested Gojyo struggling to his knees, immediately incensed by the accusations. He was heartily sick of hearing them, his whole childhood had been plagued with jibes over his colouring, but there was a greater concern on his mind. "What have you done with my friends?"
"Your hostages have been released and your corruption of them is evidence." The robed figure spat. "We are here to take you to your trial."
Gojyo lifted one crimson eyebrow critically, this was not sounding good.
"What kind trial is it if I'm already considered guilty?" he asked caustically.
"The people need to see you exposed as the monster you are." Retorted the figure. Gojyo looked down at the dirty floor in confusion, why couldn't people just leave him alone? Couldn't people see that his colouring meant nothing? How in hell was he going to convince them otherwise? The figure made to leave and Gojyo suddenly realised what he had called his companions before.
"Wait. Hostages?!" he forced his reluctant body to shuffle towards the bars, even his adrenaline-enhanced strength not snapping the leg bindings.
"Yes, your hostages." Said the figure walking past him and rapping three times on a door.
Gojyo wriggled to the wall of his cell and used it to push himself back onto his feet, relieved to find that he wasn't as hurt as he thought. He was seriously worried now. Where in hell were Goku, Sanzo and Hakkai? Why were they called hostages? Didn't they see him being smacked on the head by Sanzo's fan when they had booked in? The robed man had said they had been released, which quelled his fear a little but he still didn't trust the man's word. He wrenched at the wrist shackles and got nowhere then started work on the leg straps, wondering idly if he could find something sharp to snap them. He had just managed to work out how the wretched things held him so tightly when the door embedded in the cell bars slammed open and four men in dark clothes strode in and grabbed him.
Gojyo saw their old battered rifles and truncheon-like wooden clubs and thought twice about struggling, but, seeing as his sentence was confirmed, forwent his right to remain silent.
"If you've done anything to any of them, I swear I will kill you! If you have even touched Hakkai I will fucking murder you all!" he shouted as he was dragged out of the cell. One of the guards grabbed a large handful of his hair and yanked back on it sharply, choking off his cries.
"Shut up you disgusting half-breed!" he shouted. "Believe me, I have no qualms about slitting your throat from ear to ear!"
Gojyo shut up.
He was dragged through a stone corridor, which was heavy with silence. He closed his eyes and started worrying about Hakkai who had been wrenched from his arms before. His gentle lover had been so distressed and injured in the gardens that Gojyo was more worried about Hakkai trying to kill himself again, rather than these people hurting him. Sanzo and Goku could take care of themselves, besides they were not the ones that Gojyo shared a bed and a life with, but Hakkai had been in a terrible mental state before and it had actually frightened him.
I should have fought harder. I should have kept him with me.
His musings kept him occupied during the humiliating dragging and distracted him from the increasing pain in his knees as they scraped the stone floor and the tingling in his scalp from where his hair had been pulled before. It was only when bright lights prickled under his eyelids, did he actually open his eyes and look around him. The corridor remained the same; stony and silent, but the silence was broken by a thump at one of the wooden doors nearest to them.
Gojyo jerked his head up and looked around, every fibre of his body tingling with awareness. The guards surrounding him stopped and Gojyo tried to slip his wrists free of the shackles, ready to move away. There was another thump and the robed man spun around, staring at him accusingly, as if he was inciting the noises deliberately. Gojyo ignored him, wrenched his wrist and felt the shackles click. He let out a breath and hoped that this was a good sign of impending freedom. He decided now would be a good time to start protesting again and hopefully create a distraction that whatever was thumping on the door would hear and become louder. He then hoped that the distraction was sufficient for him to escape with minimum of fuss.
"Why all this nonsense?! Just kill me now and be done!" He yelled as loudly as he could. As the words left his mouth, there was a violent blow to his head from one of his escorts, which made him bite through his lip in surprise. He hadn't expected a blow that hard and it throbbed uncomfortably. He then swore silently when the shackles suddenly gripped his wrists even tighter than before, making his wrists tingle. The figure in black-robes turned around to him.
"If you don't be quiet, we will have your precious lover brought out here and beaten before you." He said in quiet tones that only Gojyo and the guards were meant to hear.
Gojyo was shocked. How did they know about the relationship? In his minds eye he saw Hakkai on his knees before him, battered and bruised, tears running down his face and pleading for him - Gojyo, the half-breed, the waste of time and space - to be released. Gojyo gritted his teeth at the image and thought about spitting his mouthful of blood at the man, but another image of Hakkai lying unconscious at his feet swayed him completely from that idea. There was a good chance that this hooded man could actually do what he was threatening to do. Gojyo was torn, but finally surrendered his towering pride and dropped his head in submission with a single hissing breath of sheer frustration.
"And stay that way." Said the robed man, staring at the bowed crimson head with loathing. This was the most high-spirited half-breed he had ever seen. It would take a lot to bring him to justice. He waved his hand at the guards who commenced their striding march.
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A/N: There's goes another one. Thank-you for the reviews, it's really nice having them.