I dunno if any of you guys are fans of Douglas Adams, but I seemed to have picked up his affinity for runon sentences. I'm trying to fix it, though.
Green eyes stared blankly at nothing. They were they eyes of a child, a child who would never see anything again.
Above them, a demon, the child's killer, laughed at the helpless rage of another human. Red blood snaked in trails across the smooth linoleum of the passageway. They seemed to reach even in death for the young man now staring daggers at his brother's killer.
"Bastard-" he growled, before charging at the unprepared demon. It's blue- grey eyes opened in shock at the unexpected attack. Most humans, after watching their friends killed would be in shock, able to do little other than stare.
"What the hell?"
The next demon came at Hakkai from the back, expecting an easy kill. What he actually got was a knife across the throat. His momentum propelled him out of the way, making room for two more attackers who similarly fell under the simple blade.
More blood joined the splatters already on the floor, darker.
When there were no more demons handy, Hakkai bent to the body of his younger brother, closing the bright green eyes. He thought of telling the boy that he would be avenged, but his words seemed useless in the hallway filled only with the dead.
Actions speak louder than words, anyway.
"I guess being a half- breed has it's benefits after all," Gojyo quipped, shakujou disappearing from his hand to return to… well… wherever it is that thing comes from.
"Now, where'd those other bastards run off to?"
Now that he looked around, this room looked pretty important. Or it had been, anyway. Good- sized pieces of machinery littered the floor. Above him, catwalks criss- crossed the ceiling, but select few of them looked sturdy enough to walk on. Marks and gouges crossed the surfaces of most of the walls, and much of the machinery as well.
"What the heck was all this stuff for?"
Some kanji caught his red eyes, and he brushed off a layer of dust to read. Life, followed by something he couldn't read. Might have been containment. And a bunch of warning labels. But that wasn't what interested him.
The slashes across many of the severed tubes… looked like shakujou's marks.
But they, like everything else, were coated in dust. There's no way he could have caused them. Not this time anyway.
So maybe he had been here before. Freakey. Speaking of freaky…
"Yo! Where'd all you guys run off to?"
His voice bounced off the metal walls, which still rung with the sounds of the alarm. The men that had been with Gojyo made no reply. Whether it was because they wouldn't or couldn't, he didn't know.
"Crap."
"Shit. I didn't want to be here to begin with… where the hell did those fuckers go?"
Koumyou was not a particularly eloquent man on a regular day, and the days occurrences were not helping his personality one bit.
He stalked down some random hallway, wishing like hell the alarms would shut up. Not because they had betrayed them, or were bringing more demons out by the minute, no. They were just friggin annoying.
And where the hell was he now? All these halls looked the same… like steel and pipes that hadn't been repaired in a long time. A lot of bars, too. Maybe this had been a prison block? Koumyou didn't care. There wasn't anyone here now, at least. And he hadn't come by here coming in. He turned a corner to be confronted with more hall.
"This is bullshit."
"Sanzo?"
Goku stared at the alarm opposite his cell. It should be going off. And it wasn't. The one down the hall was going off. He see it if her really tried. And the one around f the corner was definitely going off. But the one right in front of him remained dark and silent.
Figured. There was one interesting thing happening in this castle, and another one wouldn't come for another fifty years, at least, and he was missing it.
"Well this sucks," he said, sinking to the floor to stare dejectedly at the offending alarm.
More sound came down the hallway, and a figure came into view.
This figure was vaguely familiar… Konzen? No…
"Sanzo?"
The figure glanced at him, the expression on his face unmistakable. A wave of memories hit Goku in a second. Many of the memories of Sanzo's face were obscured by a good look into the barrel of a gun. But many more…
His face in sharp relief as it was briefly illuminated by the flare of a match. A quiet calm seen only on the rare occasions where the monk was asleep instead of beaten into unconciousness. He hated people to see him sleep, more so when he was hurt. A calm, hidden smile when something Goku did struck him as funny. Goku saw these smiles, no matter how hard the other tried to hide them. Or, more commonly, the silent glare that promised death.
-flashback-
"Go."
"But, what about you?"
"Go, you stupid monkey, or I'll kill you myself.
Another piece of the ceiling fell beside them, making Sanzo wince. Blood covered the floor, his blood, Goku's blood, Hakkai's blood… Gojyo hadn't made it this far. His last words, as well, had been to Goku. He made the monkey swear to avenge him.
"Or I'll come back and kick your ass."
"Like you could."
But Gojyo hadn't said anything.
Occasionally he wondered what had happened to kappa's body, but he didn't really want to know. No more than he wanted to know what happened to Hakkai's or Sanzo's.
-end flashback-

This was the face that Goku saw now.
"Sanzo!"
The familiar purple eyes looked at him with a cross between confusion and contempt. Exactly how he always had, once Goku thought about it.
"Where… where've you been? I thought you were dead!"
Instantly he was looking down the barrel of a gun again.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Son Goku. Remember? You gave me that name… or Konzen did."
The gun clicked.
"Why do you think you know me? And who's this Sanzo guy?"
"I knew you… or another you… a long time ago." Goku slid out of the gun's line of fire.
"Hey, can you let me outta here?"
"No way in hell."
"Come on! I've been here for fifty freakin' years!"
"You're no older than I am, I'm not retarded."
"So… you really don't remember anything at all?"
"I remember everything I have use for. It's you that seems to be having a problem."
"Trust me, Sanzo-"
"Quit calling me that. My name's Kouryou."
"But that- that used to be your name… after Konzen, before Genjyo… damn, you go through names awful fast."
"You're not answering-"
"Look out!"
The demon came out of nowhere, looking like he'd already lost one fight today, and not preparing to lose another. Kouryou barely had time to turn before the demon was on top of him, tearing at anything he could.
"Fuck- this-"
A gunshot run through the halls. The sound was sure to bring more demons… If there were any left. Most of them had either been killed, or had just deserted the castle. Power was great so long as you didn't have to fight for it.
Kouryou shoved the body of the demon away from him, staring at it like it was going to get back up and attack again. Which it wasn't, Goku suspected, unless it kept it's vital organs somewhere other than it's head.
"They're going to keep coming, you know."
"Wow, do you really think so? Thank you."
"Can you take them all alone?"
"Yes."
"Really? How many rounds do you have?"
"… What are you getting at?"
"If you want to make it out of here alive, you're gonna need help."
"And your point is?"
"I can help you. Just let me oooout!"
"… turn on me, and I'll shoot you."
"Well, yeah. isn't that the way it's always been?"
Goku recited the passcode on the door, and Kouryuu dutifully punched it in. The door slid open, and for the first time in fifty years, stepped out of the cell. Kouryou kept the gun trained on him, and so he didn't move any closer to the blond than was necessary.
"Do you know the way out of here?"
"Yeah… but we have to go somewhere first."


Aaaannnd, CUT! Alright, everybody, take five.
Goku: Finally… I was getting claustrophobic in there.
Hakkai: I would like to say, for the record, that this younger and Kannan did NOT have the same kind of relationship with me.
Gojyo: Why the hell am I even in here? I'm just killing meaningless demons. What's with giving the stupid monkey all the attention?
Sanzo: and why am I the only one with my old name?
Me: (whacks them all with fan) Shut up! I'm doing my best!