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Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki.

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He had no gun. No sutra. Fuck, even his harisen was gone. Sanzo mentally cursed, his lips felt too numb to move.

He opened his eyes slowly, trying to adjust his wavering vision. Fuck. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was stalking into that forest after Goku-

Warning bells went off in Sanzo's head. His eyes snapped fully open. He was met with none other than Homura Taishi.

"Fuck. Of all the people in this goddamned-world, it's you that I end up with."

Homura looked amused.

/ Come to think about it, the fucking kami always looks amused about something. /

"Aah…you're finally awake, Konzen", Homura drawled.

"I'm not Konzen", came the heated reply. Sanzo was so sick and tired of being called that. He was Genjo Sanzo, for crying out loud!

"That's what you think," said Homura, still amused. "Aren't you wondering what happened?" he continued.

"Now that you've mentioned it, yeah", Sanzo replied coolly, his mind craving for a cigarette. But it looks like the kami had removed those as well. Fucking idiot.

"Surprisingly, you were stupid enough to walk right into the trap that I had originally set for Son Goku."

"Fuck you". Sanzo did not like being called stupid. Besides, the perverted kami was trying to get Goku again! He glared at the god.

Homura raised a hand, and suddenly Sanzo felt the sensation of being lifted. He narrowed his amethyst orbs. "Just what the fuck are you-"

His next words were painfully cut off as he was slammed into a hard wall. His head had painfully hit the stone wall as well, and Sanzo blinked as white light flashed in his vision. Blood came down his nose, trickling down to his chin.

Sanzo was dimly aware that his hands were being held up by something. He weakly moved his arms, only to find that his whole body was bound by chains. / Chains. Typical. /

Sanzo's attention was caught when he felt Homura's presence right in front of him. He was having trouble focusing, his head was spinning round and round and round…..

Homura lifted Sanzo's chin and brought his face closer to the monk's. He licked the blood that was currently trickling down the latter's porcelain skin before using a finger to trace the sharp jaw-line of Sanzo's perfectly chiseled face.

Sanzo turned away in disgust, only to find his face being gripped harder. He then settled for a cold, angry death-glare as he met Homura's eyes.

"Get you filthy hands of me, bastard", he spat out.

Something flashed behind the kami's eyes. Sanzo was confused, what was the bastard doing?

"You know", he whispered, his face inches just mere inches away, "you taste rather good".

Sanzo stared, horrified, before regaining his air of coldness once again. "What are you doing, Homura?" he asked dangerously.

Homura suddenly released his chin from the vice-like grip, his face back to its amused mask that he usually wore.

"I was just curious".

Curious? Homura was starting to grate on his nerves.

"But still, I think I prefer Son Goku. He's much more…sweeter", Homura went on, his own chin now resting on his shackled wrist. He licked his lips, as if remembering the sweet taste of Goku.

"Goku's mine. And he'll always be mine. What must I do to get that in your fucking brain?" Sanzo snapped angrily, his mind still reeling from Homura's previous gesture. Settling to believe that Homura was just a sick perverted bastard, Sanzo continued to glare at Homura, who still looked amused. Damn.

"Well, that would just make it easier for me then", Homura said, his lips curving into a malicious grin.

"What are you talking about?" Sanzo asked suspiciously. He did not like this one bit.

"Let's just say that the so called devotion of Son Goku for you would come in very handy to me".

Sudden fear gripped Sanzo's heart. He was usually fearless, and in any normal situation, Sanzo would have smirked, and asked Homura to just try him.

But this was Goku. Goku was different. Goku had a special place in Sanzo's heart; he was the only one Sanzo truly cared for. He loved Goku a lot, more than the saru actually knew. If something happened to Goku, Sanzo knew that he would never forgive himself. Hell, Sanzo knew that he didn't even think he could go on living without his Goku. It just seemed impossible. And Sanzo hated himself for that. Because Genjo Sanzo was supposed to live only for himself.

Live your life the way you want it, never be captivated by anything or anyone.

It was the only thing he preached, it was what his master had told him. Sanzo didn't feel like going against his master's wishes.

But then again…what if that was the way he wanted to live his life? With Goku? Because something in him knew, that Goku was more than an ordinary being. That Goku was meant to be with him. That Goku was his muirn beatha dan. His soulmate. 1

Sanzo stared hatefully at Homura as the god neared him once again. The fighting god reached in his pocket, and produced a small vial filled with magenta liquid that actually glowed.

He uncorked the vial, and brought it to his mouth. Homura smirked at Sanzo, despite the cold mask that Sanzo was desperately trying to keep. Homura then downed half of the glowing fluid, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Your turn".

"What the fuck do you mean you—ugh!" Sanzo couldn't help the groan of pain that escaped his lips as Homura hit him squarely in this gut. The next thing he knew, Homura was practically shoving the rest of the liquid down his mouth. Sanzo's throat immediately constricted, he wasn't as dumb as to swallow. Unfortunately, another punch in his already bruised ribs and he choked unwillingly as the liquid went down his throat.

It was cold, almost as if swallowing ice. It didn't have a taste, or maybe it was because it had numbed his tongue. Sanzo could feel it mix with his blood and spread throughout his body.

/ Why am I feeling so weak? /

It was true. Sanzo's gut suddenly clenched, he doubled over in pain. His mind barely registered the fact that the chains holding him to the wall were no longer there. His head was hurting like hell, as if someone was hammering it with hundreds of needles, hammering and banging…He could not coordinate his movements as he fell to the cold floor, clutching his stomach in pain.

/ Why am I feeling like this? /

Sanzo was dimly aware that Homura was beside him, kneeling down. / Or is he feeling the same way too/ It was possible, didn't Homura drink it as well? Or was he just imagining things? Sanzo couldn't tell for sure.

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He could only see black. Wait, there was something else. Something else in the midst of the never-ending blackness.

Blood.

Now it was everywhere, pools of it. He was covered in it. He brought his hands up. They were dripping with the red substance, just like the rest of his body.

/ Who's/

Someone was there, just a little farther away from him. The figure was unmoving, perhaps dead. He crawled towards it.

/ Master? /

Not again, please, he didn't want to relive this moment. He reached out a bloody, shaky hand and turned the figure around.

Goku.

He was screaming now, clutching onto Goku's body. The beautiful earth spirit had wounds all over his small frame, blood spilling out non-stop. His eyes were opened, lifeless.

But wait. No, Goku's lips were moving. He stopped screaming, and cradled Goku's head in his lap.

"G-Goku?"

Goku was staring at him, his eyes suddenly filled with --hate?

"Goku, please say something", he begged, his voice weak and cracked, while his fingers carefully pushed the soft chocolate locks from his eyes.

"You. It was you."

He stared, aghast. / What is Goku talking about? /

"I hate you".

And with that, his lover's heartbeat stopped, leaving him to stare into Goku's loathe filled eyes.

Loathe for him, Genjo Sanzo.

He screamed. It was then when he realized that his gun was there, beside him. He reached for it, and gripped it tightly.

There was no point in living now. It was his fault. He was the one that caused all of this. It was because of him that Goku was now dead. He didn't deserve to live. He didn't want to live. Not without Goku. Not when he was the reason that Goku was no longer alive.

He brought up the gun and put the revolver at his forehead, where his chakra was. He closed his eyes. And fired.

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A/N: Okie, I think I messed up on this one. :(

1. Muirn beatha dan, it's Wiccan, and it basically means soulmate. I got it off Sweep, a book series by Cate Tiernan about Wicca. Anyone heard of it?