24Title: Chronicles of the Sun
Author: Baby Yaoi
Pairing: Gendou Sanzo x Son Goku, Shou Gojyo x Shou Hakkai
Rating: M (R)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensoumaden Saiyuuki (series, Burial, Gaiden, Reload, Blast, Ibun, etc.), its characters, setting and the like. I bow down to Kazuya Minekura for bringing these wonderful anti-heroes into this world and semi-allowing me to play with them.
Chronicles of the Sun
by Baby Yaoi
"What were you thinking when you were on Mt. Gogyo?" I asked carelessly as I picked up the newspaper, not really caring for what the little monkey would say.
I felt Son Goku look up at me from where he sat on the floor as he answered in a small voice, "I thought to myself, 'If this place had been deep within the earth, I wouldn't have yearned for the sun. If...this place had been deep within the earth, I'd never have known what freedom and loneliness were."
(Excerpt from Saiyuuki: Chronicles of the Sun - Earth, Entry 39)
Chapter 1:
Ryuujima Shuei snorted loudly the moment Sanzo closed the door to the professor's lounge and grumbled in an infuriated tone, "Talk about insensitive assholes. It's only been a month, for God's sake." He glared down at the silent blonde and added heatedly, "And you didn't even put up a fight."
Sanzo shrugged as he began to walk towards his first class. "I'm technically a graduate of the University."
"Technically, my ass. They needed a replacement for Sanzo Kou and you fit the bill." Shuei ran a hand through his hair and spat out, "Not only did they give you all of his classes, they even gave you the same cubicle, the same materials, and the same goddamn position in the department. That's sick."
Sanzo shrugged lightly, looking down at the books he held in his hands and feeling his chest tighten at the sight of Wu Cheng'en's "Journey to the West". His first class, Chinese Literature, was filled with students from various courses who were interested in the Four Great Classical Novels of China. One of the most popular classes in Tokyo University due to the manner in which Sanzo Kou taught the four lengthy and complex works of literature, it was filled to the brim every term for the last how many years. However, due to the death of the only teacher who specializes in the subject matter and classes starting a week ago, the school was desperate to find someone to handle the class.
Thus, him.
Room 213. Sanzo stopped before the door and made a shoo-ing motion with his hand at Shuei before pulling the door open and stepping inside the bustling room. "I can handle it from here." He thought he heard Shuei mutter something that sounded vaguely like "Of course" before the door shut itself in his face.
Sanzo stepped up to the podium and took in his class. Just as he stared at them in silence, they stared back at him, curiosity and intrigue written on their faces. When the whispers began, he cleared his throat and announced, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Gendou Sanzo and I will be your teacher for Chinese Literature for the next how many months. I know that we've missed a week of lessons, but worry not. We will definitely tackle the Four Great Classics by the end of the term. Any questions?"
A young woman in the front raised her hand immediately.
"Yes?"
"Excuse me, Gendou-sensei, but where is Sanzo Kou-sensei? The last we heard about him, he was in the hospital." She blinked those large, bright eyes at him and asked, "Is he okay? Are you replacing him for the time being?"
It was like she had drawn a machine gun and shot at him mercilessly with each word that came out of her ruby-red lips. Cursing internally at the teachers in the Literature Department, he took a deep breath and looked at her straight in the eyes. "Sanzo Kou passed away a month ago."
Everyone drew back in shock, gasps and broken exclamations piercing the air. The woman who asked the question had covered her mouth with her hands, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Everywhere he looked, he grew more and more tense at the show being put up. Moving his gaze to the back of the class in hope of escaping the faces of disbelief near him, he spotted two still forms seated side-by-side to each other who looked back at him with blank stares stilled.
One had red hair and red eyes, both the color of freshly-spilled blood. The other had brown hair and dull-green eyes. The redhead had a bandage on his cheek, as if he had gotten into a fight recently. The brunette had his hands clasped together on top of the table, as if he were praying. They sat beside each other yet kept their distance from the other. Both had their eyes on Sanzo, yet Sanzo knew they weren't really seeing him.
When the voices of his students began to get out of control, he lifted a hand to stop the growing whispers, cries and assumptions that had begun to run rampant from his news and said, "The loss of Sanzo Kou is indeed a difficult loss to bear. However, as he has taught me and countless others in the past who were in this very class, 'Time will not stop for our own selfish whims,' a lesson," he paused, looking at everyone's faces seriously, "that I am passing on to you now. It is entirely up to you whether you wish to remain in this class with me for today, or go out and grieve. I give you the freedom to choose."
He waited for a few moments and watched as the students slowly settled themselves properly on their seats, the young woman in the front wiping at her eyes twice before nodding up at him sadly. He moved his attention to the two males at the back and felt a jolt at the glimmer of life that flickered in their eyes, their attention on him alone.
I know these two...but from where? Annoyed that he couldn't place them, he grabbed the class list from his folder and looked through the names of his students, feeling the blood leave his head at the sight of the two names on the eighth and ninth place of the list. Shou Gojyo and Shou Hakkai.
Sha Gojyo and Cho Hakkai.
As if a ghost had draped itself over his shoulders heavily, he shivered from an unseen chill, the third letter Kou had left him flashing before his eyes, his mentor's message pulsing with life. "As I have found you, so will you find them. As I have been reborn, so have you...and they, as well... Kouryuu."
Shou Gojyo shifted on his seat as the new professor, Gendou Sanzo-sensei, continued to stare at the piece of paper in his hands. Losing interest quickly, he propped his head on his palm and peered at his seatmate, smirking when the brunette shifted his eyes away from his, obviously not wanting Gojyo to notice that he had been staring at him. But Gojyo had noticed. He'd noticed since they sat beside each other last week.
Shou Hakkai... A man who not only shared the same pronunciation as Gojyo's family name, but also shared ownership of Shinjuku. And, perhaps, Gojyo conceded, something more.
The man reeked of death; from his eyes, face and body, death seemed to flow out of him naturally. The way he used his hair to cover his eyes while he clasped his hands together tightly couldn't contain the raw, dark energy that screamed to be released. And, by the way he continued to stay next to Gojyo indicated that he didn't fear death; rather, he yearned for it, like a man who had been betrayed by the world and wanted everything to end.
Smirking at his thoughts, Gojyo turned to focus on the young blonde professor at the front. He had returned to the podium at the front and was informing the class what they were going to be tackling for this week and the next, asking them to read the first 10 chapters of Wu Cheng'en's "Journey to the West" in a monotonous voice by tomorrow. Gojyo raised an eyebrow at the 'homework' and wondered how many of the other students wanted to ask the pretty blonde if he was insane. When no one made a sound, he covered a smirk that broke free. Pussies.
A soft snort came from his side.
Gojyo peered at Hakkai from his position, saw the small smirk on the brunette's lips, and felt something inside him tighten. Then, when Hakkai turned to look at him, the small smirk still on his lips, a strange light dancing in his forest-green eyes, Gojyo felt his heart stop.
Shou...Hakkai... His gaze never leaving the green-eyed beauty's, he felt his smirk widen as he recognized what his heart was experiencing. And, judging from the way the brunette's smirk widened to match his, a calmness he hadn't felt in the longest time settling between them, he knew that the young man beside him recognized the feeling as well.
Goku struggled to hold on to his tears, sobs and shivers from where he lay chained on the bed, his leg and arm muscles strained and begging for reprieve as one of his regulars, Nishimura "Daddy" Ren, finally pulled out of him with a low, long groan, reaching down and pulling at Goku's flaccid member while he watched his essence flow out of Goku's bloodied and abused hole. When he continued to pump and pull at Goku, the young man closed his eyes and turned his head away, a silent alarm ringing in his ears. Right on schedule, a large fist hit him dead at his stomach, wrenching the air out of his body and adding to the pain his body was suffering.
"You feel that, slut?" Ren laughed darkly as he watched the boy choke on his breath, abandoning his attempt at pleasuring the gold-eyed beauty when the green light above the door began to blink. Sighing, he cupped Goku's cheek and whispered lovingly, "It seems our time together has been cut short, babe. Don't worry. I'll cum again tomorrow."
NO! Goku screamed internally, feeling the place where he had been violated pulsing in pain. Closing his eyes, he felt Ren struggle to lift his fat, greasy body off the bed, place on his clothes, and walk out of the room, whistling a happy tune as he made his way out. The moment the door closed, Goku felt the first teardrops flow down his tightly-shut eyes, a broken sob struggling to run out of his mouth. When the door swooshed open a minute later, he held himself still.
A cool cloth wiped at his weary and flushed face, a kind, mature voice permeating the chaos in his world. "It would be easier if you would just cooperate, like you do with your other clients, Goku."
Calming, Goku opened his eyes to look up at the woman who he had named the Goddess of Mercy. He never picked up her name from the others in the brothel he now lived in, nor did she offer him a name to call her by. The first time Ren had taken him and she had appeared by his side with a cool cloth and soothing whispers, he had unconsciously called her by that name, imagining a light coming from her. She had looked at him strangely for a moment, then smiled, allowing him to keep the name he had given her.
Pushing her long, midnight-black hair away from her face, she continued to cool his feverish flesh from where he lay unresistingly, taking extra care and time on his manhood and anus, wiping the blood and cum away as gently as she could, before continuing down to his thighs and feet. When she was done, she drew up to meet his eyes and pressed her lips to his forehead.
Sighing, Goku closed his eyes and waited.
Footsteps were heard a few seconds earlier before the door to the room opened and in came the redhead from the night of Emishi's death. He nodded once at the Goddess of Mercy before looking down at Goku. Goku stared back up at the man, wishing he could hate him for this, hate him enough to kill him if ever the opportunity presented itself, but...he couldn't. He knew those eyes too well - he saw them in the mirror every single day. He understood those eyes.
"Gojyo-sama," the Goddess of Mercy whispered.
Nodding, Gojyo took off his blazer and threw it towards the TV set on the far-end side of the room, covering the camera and muffling the microphone at the same time. Pressing the combination to the chains on the top of the bed, he carefully pulled Goku's wrists and ankles free, rubbing them to soothe the pain that shot up from the muscles and made themselves known on the boy's face. When Goku's face began to relax, Gojyo placed himself before the brunette's line of vision and murmured, "I cannot release you, Goku...but you can free yourself."
Goku stared up at him tiredly, his throat parched from his earlier...exercises. "I know..."
Gojyo leaned down. "Then go."
Goku looked up at the face of them young man who had told him this same line over and over again for the last number of days - how long has it been since he'd been brought here? - and shook his head slowly. "I can't." Tears marring his vision, he whispered softly, "They'll punish you again. She'll...kill you."
The door slammed open and Goku watched with wide eyes as the woman he had come to fear even more than Ren came in, her hands crossed over her chest, her eyes on him and Gojyo. Narrowing her gaze at their position and spotting the Goddess of Mercy standing nearby, she came closer to the bed and demanded, "What are you doing here, Gojyo?"
Gojyo stepped away from Goku and lowered his gaze to the floor.
The woman's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Goku's hair, drawing a gasp of pain from him as she pulled at the still-sensitive scalp roughly, shaking him in the air a few times before throwing him down on the bed. "Were you planning on trying to free the slut again, huh?"
Gojyo's hands, clenched into fists, shook with pressure. A second or two passed and he lifted his eyes to meet his stepmother's hate-filled eyes, steeling himself for what was about to happen. Damning everything to hell and back, he opened his mouth-
"He's my customer."
Shocked, Gojyo turned to look at the golden-eyed beauty on the bed.
Goku lifted his battered body up from his position, looked at the woman's dubious face, and reiterated, "He's my customer. I was being cleaned when he entered and he opted to stay and wait until I was ready." His throat was screaming for water, begging him to stop talking, but he pushed the words out, forcing them to stay strong and unwavering in their message.
The woman looked at him for a long time, shifted her gaze to the frozen redhead by the bed, and grinned a grin so evil that everyone who saw it shook in fear. "Is that so, Gojyo?", she purred. Turning, she pulled a chair from the table near the bed, settled herself comfortably on it, and waived her hand carelessly at them. "Proceed. I'd like to watch the show. In fact, why don't you treat all of us to a show?"
Goku closed his eyes, hearing a silence so thick settle itself comfortably inside the room. When he felt the bed dip a few minutes later, a warm hand cup his bruised neck, he opened his eyes to stare into thick, flowing blood. As Gojyo began to lower himself over Goku's worn body, the woman on the side piped up, "Oh, and you, maid - open the windows. It's quite stifling in here, isn't it? And take your clothes off, Gojyo."
Goku looked away from Gojyo's angry eyes as he watched the Goddess of Mercy pull the windows open, the sight of the beautiful, star-filled sky forcing a tiny cry past his chapped lips. No, he cried to himself, feeling tears rush past his eyes, as he continued to look at the wide, endless sky, its brilliance calling for him. No...
The woman's cruel voice chuckled darkly as Gojyo took off his shirt and settled on top of Goku. "Oh, and Gojyo, be sure to take the slut hard. Anything less and I'll have you beaten. And make sure he makes a lot of noise. There are a lot of interested patrons outside who just need a little something to convince them to come to us."
Goku watched as Gojyo's face blotted the sight of the sky from him, the red of his hair and eyes blurring his focus, as he leaned down, brushed his lips gently to Goku's, and breathed out so softly, "I'm sorry."
Clamping down on a sob, Goku leaned away from the redhead, took one long look at the sky, and screamed a scream so loud inside his heart at the tempting sight, Gojyo grabbing his head tightly and pulling him up for a rough, tongue-filled kiss that buried the actual scream in their mouths. He felt his tears flow down freely as Gojyo kissed him over and over again, the cold that consumed his body every time a man took him claiming him then. As Gojyo's treatment of him pulled one cry after the other from his worn lips, sending his consciousness to the back of his mind for protection, he pleaded despairingly to the heavens for the nth time: Please...someone... Please save me...
Then, he became Club Saiyuuki's famous 'human doll'.
Baby Yaoi: Yeah, I know, I know... I feel really bad for Gojyo and Goku too (sniff). But hey! The good news is that, in the next chapter, Sanzo and Goku meet. KYAAA! Hahahahahaha! Watch for it! And thanks for reading! If you think this fanfic will end badly, don't worry. Everyone gets their happily-ever-after moment. I promise.