I'm sorry, everyone, for the long break in writing. I've been in college and life got really busy for me because of it. I'm hoping to have more time to update stories and fix old ones. Again, I'm really sorry for this.

~ Yaoi4Life

Chains clinked lightly on the marble stone, matching each movement of the young man's. His golden eyes roamed the interior of the building and a giggle slipped from his lips as they landed on a struggling man. The man was making soft, mewling sounds of pain as his blood dripped lightly to the floor and his blue eyes were wild as he stared at the chained young man. It was a scene that would have pulled at anyone's heart.

But not Seitan Taisei's.

His clawed fingers traced designs on the floor, leaving bloody smears across the white surface and he giggled happily. "Pretty bird, little bird, is gone. Won't you sing for me?" he purred in a dangerous tone, golden eyes flashing in the light of the room as he stared at the man and a grin played over his lips.

From across the room, seated in his golden chair, the dark haired man watched the grotesque scene played out before him. Homura had no fear of the demon he had chained up in his halls and he had no pity for the human that had become its play thing. It was necessary to ensure compliance from his new found pet. Boredom was a dangerous game and if the demon required someone to play with them who was he to deny him that? It kept his life from being put on the line should that demon turn its sites on him.

And his life was much more important than that of some human.

The scent of mildew filled the nostrils of the weak man lying on the stone floor and his dark eyes were hardly opened as they stared out across the room. To anyone looking down into his pit of hell he would have seemed dead, but a closer look and the person would have seen the priest's chest rising and falling slowly with each breath that he took. No, he wasn't dead.

His mind was calm and clear and his sunk in on himself, searching for a way out and for the gods he knew to exist. No voices reached him, but an odd stillness filled his chest and he slowly pushed himself up, tattered robe fluttering around his hips and his legs.

Sanzo had no weapons and he had no friends to help him out of this situation.

But he had Goku out there and that was his light in the dark.

Sunlight flashed over the desert sands and the fluttering of wings was hardly audible. The silver creature let out the softest of chirping sounds and its dark red eyes flashed over the sands as it flew. Its large wings took it easily through the air and its long, slender body undulated as it moved. It called out again as it followed the scent of its friend. It let out another cry when a blinding light flashed into its eyes before it blinked and looked down at the cause of the light.

A golden hued palace stood out from the sands around it, the desert sunlight flashing off of the gold that adorned the exterior. The silver dragon fluttered down before it made a sound again as screams tore the air apart.

Time to go back…

…go back…?

Your friends need you.