NEVER LET GO
A/N: Hi, I'm back. Sorry for the lateness... I did try my best with schoolwork bugging me around... Anyway here's chapter six. I'm warning you, Homura-tachi will be at their highest point of oocness. Nevertheless, I can't deny I was having a really good time writing this. Torturing Zenon is kinda fun XD. Hope you'll enjoy.
P.S: Forgot to say in the previous chapter, special thanks for Peeps17 for beta-ing this!
CHAPTER SIX
Shining Moon
A soft breeze of wind swept over the deserted area. Sanzo opened his eyes, wincing as the pain in his midsection came back with a vengeance. He lifted his head slowly, looking at his surroundings. He was outside the tower. Apparently Homura had ordered one of his guards to drag him outside. Not to mention his scripture was missing, too. It was proving very foolish to pass out in enemy headquarters. Still, he wondered why Homura hadn't killed him. It would have been a perfect opportunity since he was defenseless. Unconscious after being punched in the stomach by…
Sanzo's expression became clouded with darkness as he remembered the very one who caused him the pain. The very one who struck him not only in his body but also in his heart.
The monk shut his eyes regretfully as the remembrance of Goku staring hatefully at him filled his mind. The thought that Goku loathed him, attacked him, left him…
Sanzo's trail of thought was cut off when he felt his hand touch something chilly. It only took a few seconds to realize it was his shoureijuu. He eyed the weapon in his hand. Its metal felt cold in his fingers.
This gun…
Dark and desperate amethyst eyes went blank as he slowly placed the gun to his forehead.
… is the perfect size to shoot my own head…
(at Konran Tower)
"Kono chibi saru!! What the heck do you think you're doing?? Running away like that!!" the irritated Zenon yelled furiously at the wincing little heretic.
"Easy, ero-kami. What's the big deal? What difference does it make if I run away or not?" Goku grinned mischievously, successfully making the furious Zenon even more furious.
"You little brat!! Truthfully I don't give a damn if you escape, run away, or whatever but sadly if you do so, Homura will skin me alive and…" the patched-eyed stopped in mid-sentence as he finally noticed his leader's appearance behind the small boy.
"I will what, Zenon?" the Toushin asked calmly, though his expression somehow showed unclouded grimness.
Zenon sweatdropped at the sight of his furious leader.
"H-Homura… N-Nothing, really… I was only joking…" the patched-eyed kami spoke nervously.
"Ah yes… I believe you said something about 'skinning you alive'… am I wrong?" The War Prince smirked uncommonly mischievously, not his usual cocky smirk.
"Now I'm wondering…"
Zenon's face turned pale, "N-No… I mean…"
Homura's face exploded with an oversized mischievous grin that was so un-Homura as he pulled out his flaming sword, "Wonder if this is good enough to skin a certain patched-eyed kami alive…"
The next second, the room burst out with Zenon's terrified shriek and Goku's amused laughter mixed up together.
Even Shien couldn't help but sweatdrop at the sight of Zenon running laps around the room desperately, with Homura right on his tail, swinging his flaming sword threateningly. Really, he never expected his counterparts to be this… childish.
"Please, Homura! I was only joking!!" the desperate patched-eyed kami bellowed.
"Funny thing, huh? I'm only joking, too!!" the mismatched-eyed one bellowed back, swinging his flaming sword threateningly yet playfully.
"Honestly, I didn't know that you have such a poor sense of humor!!" Zenon shouted out of frustration.
While both kami busily chasing and lapping around the room, the source of the entire problem was busy laughing, banging the floor with his fist.
"Yes! Go Homura! Kick that ero-kami's sorry ass!!" the young heretic cheered, wiping amused tears from his luminous golden eyes.
As if answering him, Homura speeded up and thus forced Zenon to run his laps faster if he still wants his head.
"Damn you chibi saru!! I'll make you pay!!" the irritated kami shouted to the troublemaker.
"Serves you right, ero-kami!!" Goku yelled back, wide mischievous grin in his face.
Shien couldn't hide small chuckles at the sight before him. It's just too… extraordinary. The straight and serious Homura-tachi has turned into a group of clowns. And it was all only because of one kid.
The 'previously' calm kami stared at Goku, who was still laughing hard while grabbing his aching tummy.
Soo… the Sanzo-ikkou experiences this kind of amusement every day?
Shien whispered to himself, and couldn't hide a small grin at the thought.
And here I was always wondering why they always look so carefree and cheerful. So this is the reason…
"Oi!! Chibi saru!! Make him stop!!"
"Like hell!! Homura, beat the ass outta him!!"
"With pleasure, Goku."
This time, Shien couldn't help but laughing as well. The whole situation was too hilarious. But he was afraid that if this continued, Zenon might really lose his head.
"Minna, I'm afraid that it's bedtime already… And Goku-san will need his sleep, he's still growing… Let's continue this tomorrow, shall we?" The calm kami tried to handle the situation.
And it worked. Homura stopped chasing Zenon, panting yet grinning as he sheathed his sword back. Zenon immediately collapsed on the floor as soon as he stopped forcing his legs from running ridiculous amount of laps. Goku, in other hand, pouted as his source of entertainment was interrupted.
"Mou, Shien, don't stop it! We're having a really good time here!"
"I.AM.NOT!!" a certain furious kami bellowed out of exhaustion.
Homura instead, walked towards Goku and patted his head gently.
"Shien is right, Goku. It's already late, and you need enough time to sleep. It's enough for today." The Toushin smiled as he ruffled the younger heretic's smooth brown hair.
Goku looked up at Homura with his luminous golden eyes. Homura felt himself melting at those gaze. He sighed, "Okay, okay, we'll continue this tomorrow, I promise."
The Toushin felt his heart lighten as he saw the boy smiled cutely.
"Hai! Thanks a lot Homura! Alright, I'll go to sleep now. Oyasuminasai, minna!!"
Homura just stared longingly as the boy bounced out from the room. Shien stood by his side.
"How do you feel, Homura-sama?" the calm kami asked quietly.
The Toushin took a few seconds to respond, "About what?"
"About finally having Son Goku on our side." Shien spoke expressionless as usual.
Homura looked at the porcelain face of his comrade before sighing, "Well… I guess…"
"It's not bad."
Both kami's head turned at the source of the voice. Zenon stood, wincing slightly as his sore feet gave up under him. Nevertheless, he grinned.
"Yeah. It's not bad having that kid here. I've never been this lively for ages. He forced me realize how old I am." The patched eyed kami grinned, "We'll keep him this time, right, Homura?"
Silence fell in the room, before filled with a certain Toushin's determination voice,
"Yes."
Son Goku is mine… I will never let him go…
Zutto…
This gun…
… is just the perfect size to shoot my own head…
Sanzo closed his desperate eyes as his finger slowly made its way towards the trigger.
CLANG!!
Amethyst eyes opened again as the monk jerked his hand in surprise. His gun has been thrown a few feet away from him by a crescent blade connected with chains.
Fuck. Just what he needed. A certain asshole to see him in such a pathetic position.
"Oi you shitty monk!! What the heck do you think you're doing?? You trying to kill yourself??" a red-head's familiar voice bellowed.
"Sanzo! Daijoubu desu ka?" the healer's worried voice followed.
Both men ran towards the desperate monk. Only then, they could clearly see the darkness and desperation filled the amethyst orbs.
Gojyo's eyebrow twitched, "Oi… what's with that look? Don't tell me… you're an impostor? Where did you hide our creepy monk??"
A twitch found its way towards Sanzo's forehead.
"He's right here, you pathetic excuse of a damn useless kappa!! Now stop bothering me unless you want me to blow up whatever existed inside that stupid red head of yours!! What the heck are you doing here anyway??" The monk spoke threateningly.
The kappa just grinned, "Now that's the monk we know and hate. Well, we can't just let an obviously unstable monk like you rescue the saru alone, can we? Speaking of which, where's the saru? You're here to pick him up, right? Don't tell me you failed to rescue him?" Gojyo asked carelessly, ready to receive harsh reply from the said monk.
Instead of answering, Sanzo just bowed his head, his expression was unreadable. But somehow, the expression sent shudders down Gojyo and Hakkai's spine. It was the expression of defeat and… betrayal. They knew it was obviously wasn't a good thing.
"Sanzo…? What about we go rescue Goku together?" Hakkai tried to speak to the monk.
"…it's useless," Sanzo suddenly spoke, his bangs covering his eyes so that his companions couldn't see his expression. But nevertheless, they could tell that his voice was shaking. Sanzo was breaking down.
"Goku's not gonna come back," Sanzo spoke flatly, as Goku's voice from their earlier encounter filled his mind.
Who do you think you are, Genjo Sanzo?!
"He switched sides already"
Don't you dare talk to Homura that way!!
"He's with Homura"
…Disgusting.
I HATE you, Sanzo!
"He'll never come back. He… he hates me." Sanzo ended his statement; blank eyes stared to nowhere as he recalled the painful events.
Both Gojyo and Hakkai just exchanged looks, their expression went grim.
"It happened…" Gojyo murmured.
"Yes… our worst fear…" Hakkai closed his eyes regretfully.
Sanzo blinked at his companion's words, "What do you mean by…"
He stopped as he heard footsteps came closer. His mind automatically jumped to Goku before he instantly regretted it.
As if, he thought bitterly.
Sanzo narrowed his eyes as he tried to recognize the approaching figures. He recognized the long red hair and the razor-edged fiery eyes.
Kougaiji and his group.
The youkai prince walked confidently towards the remaining members of the ikkou, his heavy boots echoed in the silent place.
"It seems that we're too late," the red haired youkai claimed silently, eyes narrowed with unpredictable expression.
Sanzo glared back at the youkai, "What the fuck are you doing here? I don't remember making an agreement or whatever with you bastards."
The youkai prince just stared solemnly at the monk's raged amethyst eyes before speaking, "Relax. We have no intention of fighting you today, as we can see that you are one member short. We're here to tell you something important. We've told your companions already, and we thought you would like to hear it yourself."
Sanzo took a glance at Gojyo and Hakkai before staring at the youkai prince once more, "Is that so? Then what the fuck would make you willingly go through all trouble just to inform me this so-called important thing?" the monk spoke coldly.
Kougaiji's fiery eyes stared back at him, "Because it's concerning our men. I just happened to notice that one of our men has just gone out from our headquarters bringing along with him a headband which is a exact replica of the one Son Goku possessed; only this one is silver in color. I just want to tell you guys this: Son Goku is in danger."
A/N: There you go. Hope I haven't lost my touch at making cliffies XD
And finally Kougaiji-sama and his squad appeared! Guess you can finally see where the plot will go, hm? I assure you, this fic won't be happy ending. There will be a character death... maybe I should put a warning... Well, enough with that, the next chap will be filled with Saiyuki's hot bishies! Stay tuned!
And as usual, any comments will be appreciated.
Ja ne!
-r&k