Another update. It's a short one too. Sorry.
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Gojyo was truly afraid now. He was being dragged towards a wood and stone platform that had a thick shaft of wood in the middle of it in a gross parody of a procession. The guards and the robed man were walking near him and Gojyo was fighting them with his remaining strength. He was exhausted, having not slept and not eaten for so long. He knew that he was existing purely on adrenaline now and it was running through his veins at the terrifying speed.
Kindling was packed all around and underneath the platform, and many of the people were adding to it all wide-eyed with excitement. Some of them were even throwing potent bottles of alcohol into it; the fumes creeping up to his nose. Gojyo was utterly appalled by the sight, even more so that the entire town had turned out to watch to watch him die like some carnival freak show. He struggled and kicked out, managing to plant his feet on the floor and slow the procession.
This didn't make any difference; his keepers simply picked him up and lifted him to the platform. He was then carried bodily to the shaft and cut loose from his bindings. He went to run, adrenaline making his whole body leap forwards like a spring. He went to jump free of the platform, but one guard had grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled sharply. Gojyo yelped and stumbled backwards. Another two of the men pinioned his arms, making him stumble back and bruise the backs of his legs on the wooden shaft. He let out a cry as they slammed him against the shaft of wood and forced his arms behind him not caring about bruising him.
"Stop it!" he shouted, trying to kick out. "Can't you see who sick and fucking twisted this is!"
A guard laughed bitterly and grabbed his face, sinking his nails in and forcing Gojyo to look at him.
"I tell you what's sick and twisted." He spat viciously. "Having a fucking half-breed string up your own son and shooting anyone that tries to save him. We don't need scum like you."
Gojyo gave a hiss as ropes were wrenched around his wrists making his hands spasm madly. He tried to summon jakujou, trying to feel the sense of his weapon that was part of him, land reassuringly in his hand. He felt nothing; only the pain of his bindings being too tight and not letting him get his weapon. He hated this, as much as he felt sympathy for the people who had lost their loved ones, he was angry that they thought he'd do the same to them purely because of his lineage.
"You're tarring me with the same fucking brush?!" he snapped and felt his blood run cold at the repeated chatter around him that was going on about his hair and his eyes that looked evil. "The only scum I see is a bunch of sadistic bastards who are keeping their head stuck in the fucking past!" he snapped and winced with pain as the guards strapped his legs to the stake, showing no mercy in how tight they pulled the strapping.
The guard who had spoken to him gritted his teeth and slapped him hard across the face. The ferocity of the slap made his head jerk around and Gojyo tasted blood from a split lip.
"Just die." He said coldly and jumped from the platform waving to the clamouring crowd.
Gojyo struggled furiously; using what remaining strength he had against the wooden pillar, hoping to at least splinter the wood or loosen his bindings enough to summon jakujou. People were staring at him and the fool in the robes was chanting some sort of blessing that he couldn't hear and waving a weird-ass sceptre around. Gojyo then saw the assistant setting fire to a torch and handing it to someone. Another torch was lit up and the two people who bore them came to stand at opposite ends of the platform. Goyjo's eyes bulged crazily at the flames, feeling the sheer terror and pure confusion he hadn't felt since he was a teenager at the mercy of his stepmother and his half-brother stepping in and killing her.
"You can't do this!" he screamed blinking away the recurrent images from another time. "I'm fucking innocent! I've done nothing wrong!" His dry voice cracked at the phrase *I've done nothing wrong*, he'd heard and said it too many times to count now. The torches came closer to the wood and Gojyo heard more chanting. His hearing was becoming more distant and his eyesight was becoming blurry.
"Please don't do this." He protested weakly closing his eyes and praying for some kind of miracle to happen.
The people ignored him and plunged the torches into the piles of kindling. The orange flames crackled and burned, licking their way happily across the alcohol and gaining power rapidly. Smoke started rise up around the redhead like a blanket and Gojyo opened his eyes that were shimmering with tears. He hadn't succumbed to tears since this whole thing had begun. He just wasn't the type that cried, but now ... with the knowledge that he was going to die, the tears flowed freely, stinging against the cinders and smoke.
Gojyo pressed himself further against the pillar, his entire body knotted up with terror. He desperately wondered where his companions were, where Hakkai was. He wished the crowds had just shot him through the head; this was going to be so long and painful, and he would be suffering alone. In a way he was glad his companions couldn't see him now, defeated and whimpering in pain, but he would have given anything just to hear Goku's teasing and laughter; Sanzo's cursing and threats; Hakkai's soft voice, Hakkai's caress and most off Hakkai's love. He would have given anything. As the kindling beneath him started to smoulder and his boots started to warm up, Gojyo closed his eyes and coughed weakly.
Hakkai. I don't want to die alone. Please don't let me die alone.
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A/N: Thank you for the reviews that next chapter will be longer the and ball will start rolling, promise. The music recommendation is Saiyuki Image Vocal Album Volume 2. The song Go To The West it simply fantastic.
Disclaimer: Never have never will
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Gojyo was truly afraid now. He was being dragged towards a wood and stone platform that had a thick shaft of wood in the middle of it in a gross parody of a procession. The guards and the robed man were walking near him and Gojyo was fighting them with his remaining strength. He was exhausted, having not slept and not eaten for so long. He knew that he was existing purely on adrenaline now and it was running through his veins at the terrifying speed.
Kindling was packed all around and underneath the platform, and many of the people were adding to it all wide-eyed with excitement. Some of them were even throwing potent bottles of alcohol into it; the fumes creeping up to his nose. Gojyo was utterly appalled by the sight, even more so that the entire town had turned out to watch to watch him die like some carnival freak show. He struggled and kicked out, managing to plant his feet on the floor and slow the procession.
This didn't make any difference; his keepers simply picked him up and lifted him to the platform. He was then carried bodily to the shaft and cut loose from his bindings. He went to run, adrenaline making his whole body leap forwards like a spring. He went to jump free of the platform, but one guard had grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled sharply. Gojyo yelped and stumbled backwards. Another two of the men pinioned his arms, making him stumble back and bruise the backs of his legs on the wooden shaft. He let out a cry as they slammed him against the shaft of wood and forced his arms behind him not caring about bruising him.
"Stop it!" he shouted, trying to kick out. "Can't you see who sick and fucking twisted this is!"
A guard laughed bitterly and grabbed his face, sinking his nails in and forcing Gojyo to look at him.
"I tell you what's sick and twisted." He spat viciously. "Having a fucking half-breed string up your own son and shooting anyone that tries to save him. We don't need scum like you."
Gojyo gave a hiss as ropes were wrenched around his wrists making his hands spasm madly. He tried to summon jakujou, trying to feel the sense of his weapon that was part of him, land reassuringly in his hand. He felt nothing; only the pain of his bindings being too tight and not letting him get his weapon. He hated this, as much as he felt sympathy for the people who had lost their loved ones, he was angry that they thought he'd do the same to them purely because of his lineage.
"You're tarring me with the same fucking brush?!" he snapped and felt his blood run cold at the repeated chatter around him that was going on about his hair and his eyes that looked evil. "The only scum I see is a bunch of sadistic bastards who are keeping their head stuck in the fucking past!" he snapped and winced with pain as the guards strapped his legs to the stake, showing no mercy in how tight they pulled the strapping.
The guard who had spoken to him gritted his teeth and slapped him hard across the face. The ferocity of the slap made his head jerk around and Gojyo tasted blood from a split lip.
"Just die." He said coldly and jumped from the platform waving to the clamouring crowd.
Gojyo struggled furiously; using what remaining strength he had against the wooden pillar, hoping to at least splinter the wood or loosen his bindings enough to summon jakujou. People were staring at him and the fool in the robes was chanting some sort of blessing that he couldn't hear and waving a weird-ass sceptre around. Gojyo then saw the assistant setting fire to a torch and handing it to someone. Another torch was lit up and the two people who bore them came to stand at opposite ends of the platform. Goyjo's eyes bulged crazily at the flames, feeling the sheer terror and pure confusion he hadn't felt since he was a teenager at the mercy of his stepmother and his half-brother stepping in and killing her.
"You can't do this!" he screamed blinking away the recurrent images from another time. "I'm fucking innocent! I've done nothing wrong!" His dry voice cracked at the phrase *I've done nothing wrong*, he'd heard and said it too many times to count now. The torches came closer to the wood and Gojyo heard more chanting. His hearing was becoming more distant and his eyesight was becoming blurry.
"Please don't do this." He protested weakly closing his eyes and praying for some kind of miracle to happen.
The people ignored him and plunged the torches into the piles of kindling. The orange flames crackled and burned, licking their way happily across the alcohol and gaining power rapidly. Smoke started rise up around the redhead like a blanket and Gojyo opened his eyes that were shimmering with tears. He hadn't succumbed to tears since this whole thing had begun. He just wasn't the type that cried, but now ... with the knowledge that he was going to die, the tears flowed freely, stinging against the cinders and smoke.
Gojyo pressed himself further against the pillar, his entire body knotted up with terror. He desperately wondered where his companions were, where Hakkai was. He wished the crowds had just shot him through the head; this was going to be so long and painful, and he would be suffering alone. In a way he was glad his companions couldn't see him now, defeated and whimpering in pain, but he would have given anything just to hear Goku's teasing and laughter; Sanzo's cursing and threats; Hakkai's soft voice, Hakkai's caress and most off Hakkai's love. He would have given anything. As the kindling beneath him started to smoulder and his boots started to warm up, Gojyo closed his eyes and coughed weakly.
Hakkai. I don't want to die alone. Please don't let me die alone.
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A/N: Thank you for the reviews that next chapter will be longer the and ball will start rolling, promise. The music recommendation is Saiyuki Image Vocal Album Volume 2. The song Go To The West it simply fantastic.