Saiyuki: Apocalypse; Past and present
By: SageWriting
Summary: Meet Genjyo Sanzo, a cop living the rough life as he takes care of a young orphan named Son Goku. Say hello to Cho Hakkai, a man accused of killing his wife, and Sha Gojyo, a drug addict and a prostitute living his life on the streets. Can the four survive each other long enough to save the world? PLZ read!
Rated: PG-13.
Foreword: Hello to my very first Saiyuki fic! Please go easy on me, all right? . First, to tell you, this is not going to be a very happy story. There are many underlying themes of suicide, mutilating oneself, and of dying in particular. Also, THESE ARE NOT THE CHARACTERS YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH! Due to the different times, they will be different. Not a lot, but some. OH! Due to my wonderful way of getting in trouble, I am always grounded and updates may be late in coming, but I will NOT leave you hanging for long.
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Chapter one: Sanzo
A black Ferrari tore through the dust and sand that made up the Great Basin of Nevada. The darkness had recently descended, bathing the area with freakish shadows set off by the piercing lights of the vehicle. Inside the car all was quiet except for the soft breathing of the driver and the roar of the engine.
Suddenly a radio burst alive with static and a monotone voice. "Possible murder at area 75. Get there immediately." Then it was gone. Think they could give you more information from dispatch? Nope. Basically they say, Murder. Go. And you went.
Area 75, that's wasn't too far, a half-mile at least. A lone place on the edge of the desert. It was a pleasure quarter for those who tire of the normal street prostitutes. It should have been closed long ago. The judge had overridden it. Probably because he was a frequent customer. The law wasn't above persuasion.
He had learned that at a young age. The only reason he was still a cop was because his mentor had been one. Moved overseas after a freak incident involving his parents, he had only one idea in mind. To become a man of the law, like his parent's good friend Koumyo had been.
Moving away from China had been hard, but there was nobody there for him anymore. He had no friends, no family, nothing holding him back. America was radically different, especially in the early 1980's. He wasn't like any other Chinese person they had seen before. His hair was blonde, his eyes, purple. He had no accent and many times it was only his name that gave him away. Genjyo Sanzo.
The car screeched to a halt outside the large, half-way dilapidated building. Opening the door he stepped outside and cursed his attire. He had been hoping to sneak around and pick up details...but...The black on black made him look like a freaking priest. And he was anything but.
How could he forget that? Oh well, they're the ones who called in the murder. They had to expect someone along. Right? His hand on the butt of his gun he made his way inside, his nose almost bleeding when the smells reached him. Sweat, blood, meat, for lack of a better term, alcohol, drugs, and sex.
A naked woman came sauntering up, flashing her bare chest. Okay, she was wearing clothes, but it would have been the same. Sure looked like it. "Hey, sweetie...Care to join me?" Her eyes caught sight of the gun, and his ring less hands. "Oooh! What's a strong, handsome, sexy man like you doing all alone? That just wont do!"
In a split second said gun was pointed at her, "Actually, its doing just fine."
She made a face, but backed off. "Now, now... No need to get rough. I was merely making an offer."
"Declined." He snarled, holstering his beloved Smith and Wesson. "Im here about the murder."
"Oh." She seemed to fall apart, "It was terrible! Poor Kit was just a child."
Child. Sure. She probably had the chest of a twenty year old and she's a child. "When? Where? How?" Like I care. Just answer me so I can get the hell home.
"I think it was about an hour ago in one of the upper rooms." She answered, her eyes filled with sorrow. She avoided the last question, but when pierced with Sanzo's chilling stare she shivered. "Come with me."
The irritated blonde followed her around the disgusting establishment, nearly losing what little food he had consumed earlier in the process. The hooker stopped outside a closed off room, her arms wrapped around her bare torso.
The smell of blood and meat was unmistakable and Sanzo's stomach turned over in protest. Swallowing thickly, he glanced over, "How bad?"
"Bad." She whispered, motioning him forward. Never one to be outdone, the cop put his hand on the door, and pushed. He thought he had been ready, he thought if a woman could do it, so could he.
He had never expected just what it was he saw.
Next time: Exactly how bad was it? Pretty bad if our tough boy almost runs...right? . Also, a small little predicament and a young orphan forced to a life of slavery by those he has to call 'Master'.
Next chapter: Goku