Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki blah, blah, blah…

A.N. You can kill me now. Yes, I have not written one single scrap of story for the past years. (How long has it been?) In any case, I'm back with a vengeance. I was just utterly tortured nonstop by the greatest English/Literature teacher ever to come by my life. Don't get me wrong, he likes my works (he wants me to be either a lawyer or a journalist), but he makes us write everyday. EVERYDAY. The paper has to be perfect; no grammatical errors, no voice errors, no spelling errors or else you re-write the whole thing. Get this; he'll be pissed if you were absent.

Anyway, he's still one of the best English teachers I've had; I actually LEARN something new from him everyday. Could anyone tell me what's wrong with this statement? "No parking on both sides of the street."

Ahem. Kill me. I swear, I'm sorry. I was busy, SERIOUSLY.

Hey, did I mention that I can LEGALLY read NC-17 stories and I can OFFICIALLY write an NC-17 fanfic? Smirks

About Chapter: Even I don't know… Actually, I do. I just added some things that needed to be added that aren't a part of the series and (almost certainly will never be a part of the series). There's one more thing: there WILL be blood in this chapter— a lot of blood. Snickers.

Notes: Just wait and see.

Gojyo ½

Act 8 – My Crimson Moon (Part 4 out of 5)

Gojyo sighed and readjusted the cloth for what seemed like the fifth time. The blood flow reduced considerably since the first hour, and she assumed that it would be tolerable if she removed the cloth entirely. She moved her eyes throughout the room; it was actually the fist time she really contemplated on it. Aside from the flowers scattered, the room was fairly simple. As her eyes moved back and forth, she considered the scenery behind the window the only thing worth looking at.

She stood, intending to walk to the window again, but decided against it. Instead, she picked up the pink rose that was carelessly forgotten, and smelled it.

What a beautiful shade of red, Gojyo…

It wasn't everyday that someone would say something so tacky but ended up comforting him a great deal. Hakkai always seemed to comfort her; he always seemed to calm her. Sanzo, however, seemed to be an easy person to be teased; it always ends up with two or three bullets. Goku is the one whom he verbally fights with; it releases the tension when needed.

She missed them.

Gojyo shook her head. She's not about to stand there and sulk about things past. Concluding that there was no one else near the door, she made up her mind and walked out, making sure that she walked noiselessly.

The tower was just like a maze. There were a lot of rooms, all of equal sizes, colors and decorations. She found it strange that this tall tower would appear to be unnoticed by people. She assumed that a lot of travelers passing would make this an inn or most robbers would already looted this place, but everything seemed to be polished and undisturbed.

She walked around the area, turning corners and walking up some steps. It occurred to her that the tower seemed to be bigger than what she expected. In fact, it seemed that the tower got bigger as the as the day went on. It was physically impossible, of course, but then again, she was currently a woman.

Getting tired of just walking, Gojyo turned and entered a room. It seemed just like every other room in the area but that very room appeared to be being used. The bed was unmade, the cabinet door was left ajar, and some objects were left on a table that had a large mirror attached to it. It reminded her of the vanity area in the inn.

She walked across the floor and sat on the chair in front of desk; the items in plain sight seemed to be some down-to-earth toys and two rings. Picking one up carefully, Gojyo inspected it intently and realized that there was an inscription within.

"Always and Forever…" She whispered to herself. It meant nothing to her, but whoever owned it seemed to be attached to the ring. Somehow it had something to do with a woman's intuition.

She picked up the other ring and began to read. "I love you, Mei—" But before she could continue reading, a voice caught her by surprise.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Gojyo let go of the ring and a loud clink sounded throughout the room. She automatically looked at the mirror in front of her and stared at the glaring eyes.

"I asked you what you're doing in my room." Zenon eyes were squinted, half in anger and half in curiosity. "Don't make me ask you again."

"I—" What was she doing snooping around the room? It actually didn't do anything to help escape their grasp on her. Then she concocted what she thought would be a very believable alibi. "I was looking for the key for these restraints," she said as she pointed to each one. "I'm not planning on staying here, and if you think that I'll just sit here and stay still, then you guys must be the most dim-witted bunch of –"

Before she could continue her rant, a yelp escaped her throat as she was grabbed by the wrist and was whirled around to face a very demanding god.

"You're not stupid," he said slowly, "and neither am I." Zenon raised both her wrists higher and held them tighter. "Look."

Gojyo pulled her body away, but the god shook her and then said, "I said 'Look'."

Gojyo looked at the shackles carefully, the first time that she really scrutinized the whole thing over. No keyholes…

"There are no keyholes, so don't expect me to believe you for one second." His eyes twinkled dangerously for a moment. Gojyo pulled her wrists again, but the grip was firm and the god gave her the impression that she was being studied. She decided to the challenge those eyes and held his gaze.

There was so much void, emptiness; most of all, there was so much pain. She was about to turn away when she heard a slight chuckled coming from her adversary and felt the grip on her wrists loosen.

"You have such an intense gaze for a woman," he stated offhandedly, "even for a demon." He grinned and his eyes shone as if he got a new present to play with. "Hey, will you take this lady out of my room? I already had my fun," Zenon stated, not to Gojyo, but to someone else—

"As you wish," Shien suddenly appeared and nodded at Zenon.

Gojyo backed away from Zenon's grip and felt a softer hard on hers. "This way," was all that Shien said as he led her outside the room and through the halls.

"You should really refrain yourself from just entering and snooping around a room. You could get killed, or worse."

Gojyo snorted disgustedly. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Why the hell does everyone consider me weak just because I'm a woman!" she snarled and pulled her hand out of his grasp and looked away.

Shien stopped and turned to her. "Weak is the last thing that we would describe you."

Gojyo glowered, but felt a slight blush beginning to form on her cheeks. "Ch."

"This is my room," he said. "Come inside."

Without waiting for an answer, Shien walked in. The redhead sighed, and hesitantly followed the god. She felt stupid. Why the hell was she just staying there, not even fighting for her freedom? She guessed it was because she wanted to wait for the right time to escape.

"God, it's cold in here," she mumbled. It was meant to be a rhetorical statement, but the moment she said it, she wished she could take it back as she felt a warm, soft coat being put on her shoulders. "Thank you," was all she could say.

The god walked across the room and opened another door that Gojyo didn't notice before. It had been only a few seconds when she saw him re-enter the room with a glass of water. "Here," Shien said. "Drink."

Gojyo blinked and realized that she was thirsty. She drank almost half at the first swig and silently placed the glass on the table. "Ch. Really, you shouldn't have bothered yourself."

Shien bowed his head in response and walked to the window. The sun was already setting, and still Master Homura was not back. He formulated an idea to why the other god has not returned. Surveying humans was not his opinion of fun, so he never understood Homura's fondness of it.

"So—"

Shien turned and looked blankly at Gojyo. It seemed as though she was trying to form a conversation. He saw that the redhead was uncomfortable with the silence. In fact, she was uncomfortable with the whole situation. Who wouldn't be? He guessed that anyone would be intimidated in that situation.

"So—" She said unsurely.

"You said that already."

Gojyo sighed. "I know." Why did she have to be stuck with a dangerously silent man? Slash that, god. She'll go insane and jump out the window. She mentally cursed; the shackles prevented her from killing herself. She forgot about that. The bastards were trying her patience.

She sighed again. She didn't know what to say; what could she say? Instead, she walked to the bed and plopped herself on it with relief. It was going to be a long day.

"You better get some rest. You had a long day."

Gojyo snorted. "I'm not tired yet."

Shien smiled impishly. It was so unnatural that that made Gojyo quite uneasy.

"You don't have a choice really," he said calmly. "You're going to fall asleep any moment."

Gojyo raised her eyebrow. "Like I told you, I'm not yet tired. I have no idea why the hell I would fall asleep in the next moment."

Shien shook his head. "You almost got hurt today when you entered Zenon's room. He never lets anyone enter and poke around."

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

"It would be wise if you just sleep for the rest of the day. I wouldn't want you to get hurt—"

"Humph! I can take care of myself."

"I know, but who's going to take care of your body?"

That comment left Gojyo confused and anxious. What the hell is he talking about? She doesn't even want to think of the possibilities of what that remark meant.

"I don't care. I'm not sleeping, especially not in your room."

"Like I said." In a flash, Gojyo felt the coat being lifted from her shoulders and felt herself rise from the floor. She realized that she ended up in the arms of an enemy once more.

"You don't have a choice." The redhead fell on the bed with a grunt and slowly realized that she was getting drowsy, her body was getting numb, and her eyelids were getting heavy.

"You put something in that drink," she stated, more as a fact than a question. Shien smiled and nodded.

"You'll wake up at day break."

Before Gojyo could curse the god, she felt her body fall into a dreamless sleep.

"Good night, Kenren."

Shien took one last look and closed the door to find Zenon. He wanted to warn Zenon that no one is to hurt, much less touch an inch of Gojyo's body, especially if Shien has something to say about it.

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Gojyo awoke with a slight, irritating headache. She struggled to remember what happened the day before and groaned with she remembered that Shien spiked her drink. She growled. "I don't care if he is a god; that godly ass will be kicked."

She half raised herself by her elbows and looked around. No sign ofhim anywhere. She snarled and pushed herself out of the bed. "Goddamn bastards."

As she stood, she felt something wet. She stood still for a moment and she swore that she felt a "whoosh" somewhere in her. Then something red caught her eye. Turning her head towards the bed, she realized that it looked like wine was spilled on the sheets.

"What the—?"

She blinked her eyes and realized that that was impossible, because there wasn't a bottle of wine to be found anywhere in the room. She guessed that Shien wasn't a drinker.

Her hand touched the red liquid and it felt a little sticky. "It couldn't be wine—"

It was that instant that she felt another "whoosh" that landed somewhere between her and her underwear. She froze. Her head mechanically turned to left and her eyes followed down. Her trembling hand reached for her backside and there she felt the same sticky substance. It was blood.

It was that moment that a girl's shrieking voice was heard echoing throughout the tower.

Footsteps echoed and two figures hastily barged in the room.

"Gojyo, what's wrong?"

"What the hell are you yelling about, half-breed?"

Shien and Zenon stood in the hallway, one in concern and the other in amusement.

"Bastards!" Gojyo shouted and lunched for one of them, and it happened to be Zenon. "You bastards! What did you do to me!"

Zenon held her by the wrists and Shien held her waist, restricted her movement, but it didn't mean that she could hurt them. Again she began to glow as she kicked and screamed.

"You goddamned bastards raped me!"

"What," Shien held her tighter. "—are you talking about?"

Shien pressed himself more to inhibit her from ripping Zenon's head and that's when he felt the wetness. He backed a little, for only a second and saw the blood on Gojyo's dress. Zenon saw Shien inquisitive glance on the half-breed's dress.

"What the hell is she rambling about?"

Shien twisted Gojyo's body a little to the side, enough for Zenon to see, but not enough to free Gojyo of Shien's grip. Zenon blinked. He blinked for a second time, and a third. Then all hell broke loose.

"What the hell are you laughing about!" screamed Gojyo. Zenon shook his head. "Is that the reason why you're acting like a lunatic?"

"Fucking asshole!" She launched for Zenon again.

"We wouldn't lay a finger on you," Zenon said coolly after his laugh. "No offence."

Gojyo 'humphed' but calmed down; however, she didn't let down her offensive stance. Shien turned his attention to Zenon and waited for an explanation.

"That is not an evidence of rape," he continued. Gojyo looked skeptical, and Shien stood beside the redhead. "That is what women call a period."

Gojyo's jaw dropped. That was not happening to her. No way was she becoming more and more like a goddamned woman!

Shien raised an eyebrow. "A what?"

"Menstruation."

Again, there was a shrieking voice that echoed throughout the hall.

"Shit!"

To Be Continued

Author's Notes

I have to say thank you to the one who suggested the period thing. Oh, and I can't reply to anyone at the moment because I'm bloody lazy. It was even a miracle that I finished this story (Don't kill me.) Hey, thank you all for supporting thing story. I hope I finish this before I leave for college. Thank you guys again! Love ya! God speed!