Guten Nacht!

Thank you for the reviews and constructive criticism. This chapter should fulfill the descriptive wants of you all and I hope it does. Please keep on reviewing, everything you say is taken into consideration despite this being the last chapter I will post in this story.

Love,

Yaoi4Life

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Gojyo tucked in the sheets around Hakkai, making sure that he was being gentle and not touching Hakkai more than necessary. He leaned over and lightly kissed Hakkai's forehead before stepping backwards to look at Hakkai's sleeping form one more time before going out on this grim, yet satisfying, business. Hakkai had not moved once since he had fallen asleep after his episode of crying and Gojyo took this as a sign that he was now in a deep, restful sleep: the man needed as much rest as possible to help his body heal.

The kappa looked at Sanzo, questioning him as to whether or not it was time. The priest nodded and the group of three left the room, locking the door tightly behind them. The group was silent as they left the hotel, contemplating what they were about to and thinking of ways to get even for what had happened to their friend. What had been done had been beyond horrible and the emotional damage inflicted would probably take years before it even began to heal. Despite all of their thoughts being on the same subject, Gojyo's eyes were the coldest and deadest, his heart and mind dead-set on the task at hand. Watching the rape had been horrible, but nothing was as bad as watching a loved one suffer emotionally.

The crowd had thinned noticeably since that afternoon—most of the people were probably at the ball, but that made it easier for them to do their job, the fighting could be much more gruesome with no witnesses. Their plans changed, however, when they turned down the alleyway and saw no one there.

"I thought you said they were here!" Gojyo snapped, rounding on Goku.

"They were!" Goku snapped back, bristling.

"And the boy's not wrong," a silky smooth voice sounded from behind them.

The group whirled and saw the three men standing in the entrance of the alleyway, wearing identical grins of hate and promise.

In a blur, Sanzo had his gun out and pointing at Kono mi. He had promised Gojyo that he could get Ryu, he had the biggest grudge against the man.

"Oh ho! Gonna shoot me, priest?" the burly man laughed before launching himself at the priest. As this happened, the other two launched themselves at Gojyo and Goku.

Gojyo snarled and dodged a blow from Ryu and landed one of his own in the man's gut. He heard Ryu grunt and he smiled at it as he untangled himself from the man, whipping out a knife in a blur of silver that caught the light of the moon. His movements became more precise in deadly as he wove in and out with Ryu, knife leaving small cuts here and there until a thin veil of crimson blood covered Ryu.

Ryu hissed softly, eyes glowing with hate as he struggled to dodge the knife and land his own blows. In whirled suddenly and kicked Gojyo's hand. There was a nasty crunch of breaking bone as the knife flew out of Gojyo's hand and the kappa gasped at the pain.

"You want to know how he felt?" Ryu growled, knowing that if he did not psychologically mess with his opponent—even with a broken hand—that he would lose.

Gojyo's eyes flashed in the moonlight, giving him the look of death come home. He held his broken hand against his body as he struggled to fight his opponent.

"He felt good…so warm…so tight…" Ryu whispered, putting as much lust as he could into his voice. "Such a perfect virgin…."

Gojyo's eyes narrowed and he screamed with rage as he dug his feet into the ground and dove into Ryu, ignoring the pain that flared up his arm. He caught up the knife as he bowled Ryu to the ground and pinned the man with his legs. As if from far away, he watched himself plunge the knife over and over into the man's body. Warm blood bubbled out of the wounds and over his pants and onto the dirt to make a thick pasty substance. He was vaguely aware of Ryu's screams that were quickly becoming gurgles as blood flooded his wind pipe. Blood leaked out the man's mouth and down his face to mingle with that already on the ground. The man's eyes widened as he stared up at Gojyo, who was oblivious to pain in them. Then the eyes were gone, vanishing with a soft plucking sound. They stuck to the knife and left Ryu's head in thick strands, resembling strawberry dipped marshmallows.

"NO!! Don't die you, motherfucker!" Gojyo shouted as he was hauled to his feet by two sets of hands. The knife dropped from his hands and he kicked the now lifeless body with as much force as possible and was rewarded with the snapping sound of ribs breaking. "I am not done with you, you goddamned son of a bitch! You piece of shit! You deserve more!"

"Gojyo, stop! It's no good!" Sanzo whispered, struggling to keep the man from breaking free.

"No…he deserves more for what he did…"Gojyo whispered before collapsing to his knees, hands covering his face as tears streamed down it. His hair fell down to help hide it, falling down into thin tendrils of blood that had began to creep away from Ryu's lifeless body. He felt Sanzo sink down beside him and Goku's light hand on his back, but it still was not enough. There had not been enough suffering for what Hakkai had had to endure!

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Two weeks later, the group of four was resting in another hotel as far away from that strange town as they had been able to get in a day. The weather was stormy, the rain pounding on the roof top and making it sound as if it was about to cave in.

"They're sleeping," Goku said softly, lightly placing a hand on Sanzo's shoulder.

"Good. They deserve the rest."