...ooh, by the way...nanashi means 'no name' or something similar to that in Japanese, so yeh...that's kind of important...
I also do not own or operate anything of Saiyuki, etc. etc. Everyone says this, because there are IDIOTS out there. Soo...on with the sadists wishes:
Veils
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He had followed the youth knowing full well the intentions that whirled through his mind. Smiling lecherously to himself the youkai delighted in tracing racy patterns along the pert buttocks of the child with vision alone, for the moment. Strikingly green oculates continued to absorb every physical feature of his victim, relishing in the pulse of youth that beat barely beneath the skin. He had outdone himself tonight with that sixth sense of his, or maybe it was luck that had led him to this remarkable being barely on the cusp of a tenth year. Such innocent beauty could only be possessed by a child. With age came perversion, and it is in the nature of man to use everything he possesses to gain and not give. Beauty was the same, once aware of its presence the owner would surely pervert it to fit his own needs. Children never ceased to refresh him. For it was their torn and tattered limbs he turned to whenever seeking reprieve from the filth of an earthly existence...though his little excursions did wind up drowning him in sin. But as they say...anything for the children...
Auburn hair flowed from crown to shoulder, moving most deliciously across skin that seemed spun of moonshine with none of the translucency. Silver tinged orbs of crimson gazed lazily at the ebon sky, floating amid sugar crystal stars to settle on the crescent moon. Not daring to move from the trance of the maiden a soft breeze stirred the raggedly loose fitting clothes that clung to such supple limbs, a clear indicator of his heritage. From shadows dark a different pair of eyes lay transfixed at the sight before him. Gods knew he could wait as long as the boy chose to let him, the mounting pleasure in his loins heightening with each second he withheld that tender prize. Perhaps if he had the time he knew was owed to the complete destruction of this angel it would be more satisfying than it was already assuming to be. Unfortunately a time limit had been imposed, no matter how desperately his mind argued with him, and the chase had to be initiated. From the depths of well-tailored pockets an object was drawn, thrown forward to roll on its edge before colliding with the sandaled foot of the child.
It was odd to be filled with such tranquility at this moment, he mused, perhaps it was the fragrance of the flora that relaxed his conscious on this particular night. Rounding a bend in this splendidly decorated courtyard he padded silently on the gravel path, a predatory grace emanating from his very being. Raspy breaths met hisabrupt entrance into the hazy moonlight, the sudden mist curling about his ankles adding a phantom aura. Startled the boy could barely manage a yelp, stumbling back with harsh breaths, a consequence of his attempt to flee the grounds. A sinister cloud of apprehension settled upon the cherubic features, twisting them with a fear he could smell, nay, that he could taste. Drinking in every mouthful of the child's essence the youkai advanced faster than terror-ridden eyes could trace. Clasping a strong, effeminate hand over the boys' mouth with bruising force he nicked delicately at the junction of neck and shoulder, feeding off the strong tremors that coursed through his captives' body and into his chest.
Shimmering in the moonlight twin saline tracts ran over the elegant curvature that was this youngster's cheek. With a remarkably light hearted chuckle the kneeling figure wrapped a strong arm around the willowy waist and lifted to prop him up on the bent knee of his captor. Shadows obscured the face of this man, though a smile was evident on his slightly less than full but elegantly shaped lips. Bringing his face closer to that of the child's a tongue darted out to slowly lick the wet residue of tears. Another disarming chuckle echoed softly in the night.
"Nanashi..." Softly spoken with no hint of malice the tone was that of a reprimanding mother to her most beloved child, "look at me or I shall have to become very angry with you," another chuckle bubbled just neath the surface of those words, even as the mans other hand cupped his groin and squeezed the contents exceedingly hard.
Failing to gasp in pain because of the hand over his mouth the child stared straight ahead with wide-eyed terror, a painful strain in his chest developing that connected to his groin as the pressure was not eased. Scared to do so but unable to restrain himself the chibi angel twisted in a way that sought to relieve his pain.
"My my Nanashi, " his voice maintained the same tone though his words were louder revealing a deep tenor that was actually pleasant to hear and probably would have soothed the lad had the situation been entirely different. "What would a sweet little thing like you be doing around here? Especially at night and with no kind of protection. Could it be you're a little orphan?" The last word was purred into his ear, causing a chill to spread through his body as fresh tears of pain and fear leaked from crimson orbs. The grip on his groin increased drastically, pulling the string to his chest sharply as he doubled over, struggling hard to get enough air through his nose as the edges of his vision began to blacken.
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Candlelight flickered violently in a way that threatened to extinguish the flames that lined a wall of what appeared to be a dungeon. Dank sheets covered a feverish boy as he slipped in and out of consciousness on the mold eaten mattress. Dazed and aching in his nether regions the child sat up, peering blearily at his surroundings. Silver tinged crimson studied everything in minute detail, his hope falling lower as each new detail was divulged.
Propping his back against the slimy corner of the wall he cradled himself, narrow shoulders seeming to fold in as if trying to self-implode. Drifting off to sleep once more he was rudely awakened by soft, musical laughter. Looking up in horror his eyes darted around the room; seeking out the youkai whose face he'd never seen. He shut his eyes tight as the laughter persisted and even covered his telltale ears in an effort to block the noise. Gritting his teeth the youth was startled by gentle fingers ghosting over the features of his face. Blinking rapidly he stared into the shadowed face of his captor, noting the longer espresso bangs that glinted chestnut highlights and the ever discerning features of a youkai.
"Dear Nanashi...whatever will I do with you?" Pulling the cherubs face closer forest green oculates became visible, and for all the warmth his voice intoned those eyes were shallow glass. Suddenly frightened the youth fought to pull away as hardened nails burrowed deep into his skin, releasing rivulets of blood onto the sheets. Whimpering in pain the crimson eyes closed once more as they drew nearer to the gently smiling man.
"Don't be frightened, I want you to look at nii-chan," softly tsking he brushed soft lips over the chibis' cringing face, suckling at the edge of an eyelid for a teardrop that had not yet fallen. Gripping harder into his face the youkai frowned, lips still resting ever so slightly upon the lid, "I believe I requested you look at me, now," spitting the last word out sternly he took the lid between his teeth and ripped it off, an inhuman howl of agony rising from the youth at hand. Shrieking wildly as the blood flowed the boy pressed frantically at the chest of this smiling youkai who looked very pleased at having gotten him to 'open' not just one, but both of his eyes.
"That's a very good boy, now watch me closely." Brushing those smiling lips over his torn lid, a soft green light hung about them and as he gently lapped at the wound. Gradually theblood flow slowed until it finally ceased to be and the 'lid' was healed, albeit still torn. "See, nii-chan made it all better, and you'll love me for that..." Glass hard eyes gleamed unaffectionately down from the gently smiling face. Muted with shock a soul gripping fear leaked downthe boysspine, spreading through to every nerve as crimson eyes shattered on the surface of that glass.
-tbc-
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Kae-chan: Heeeeyyyy, hopefully you are not annoyed with me just yet. Another Saiyuki fic...uhm...warning this has YAOI and contains rape, child molesting, graphic mutilation, suicidal contemplations (perhaps even suicide, haven't decided yet), and rough language not suitable for those weak of heart...or just...assholes who'll read this anyway to flame KNOWING they can't stand any of these subjects. Some of the things will appear in later chapters and others are already present. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Kae-chan: I hope you liked this, heh. It was an idea I was sort of playing with after I foundout that Kanan was Hakkai's sister as well as lover. Granted Hakkai is still damn sexe and I'd bone him even if he loved his brother --sheepish grin-- I will try and post the other part sorta soon-ish, I guess it depends on reviews...but I'll probably do it anyways...but reviews would encourage me to speed up... ((HINT HINT))