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
I gazed at my master from where I stood and watched as he folded another piece of orange paper on his lap.
"I'm making paper airplanes, Kouryuu," he told me softly. "I've nothing really important to impart to others. The only thing I really know how to do is fold paper airplanes."
I opened my mouth to tell him otherwise, but before I could, he lifted the final product in his hand and threw it to the air. Together, he and I watched it for a moment.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he sighed. "The blue sky highlights the orange of the paper airplane, and the orange makes the blue of the sky even more beautiful. They enhance each others' distinctive qualities because they are opposite in color." He leaned back on the palms of his hands and murmured, "Well... It's a trifling thing, really."
(Excerpt from Saiyuuki: Chronicles of the Sun - Earth, Entry 6)
Chapter 3:
It couldn't be...
Sanzo stood rooted to the same spot for what felt like years when he knew logically that only a few seconds had passed since he had seen the young man kneeling on the hard flooring of Club Saiyuuki. A young, beautiful man with warm caramel skin that seemed as if the sun lived underneath his skin, with thick, messy chocoloate-brown hair that begged for someone to ran their hands through it every minute, with gold eyes that shone with a brightness diamonds would envy. A young, beautiful man that had called him to this place...
Son Goku.
A car horn blared loudly to his right, the sound of something crashing coming from inside the club immediately followed by angry shouts and slaps. Immediately remembering the state the brunette had been in before the doors had closed, Sanzo threw himself towards the club and pulled the door open, stopping only an inch from where the young battered man lay on the ground.
The brunette had obviously tried to escape the hold of the men who held him down. One of the burly men had been pushed towards the glass display of the club's...commodities and had broken the display with his head. The other man had his hand raised and ready to strike the brunette again, his foot pressed down on the smaller boy's chest.
Barely containing the intensity of his rage, Sanzo slammed his knee into the man's throat and kicked him away, pulling the brunette up from the ground and placing him behind his form. As the the man he hit began to recover from the blow and the other one by the display began to stir, Sanzo murmured to the brunette behind him, "Can you run?"
The brunette wrapped his trembling arms around Sanzo's waist and shook his head, his knees shaking so badly that he would have fallen to the floor if Sanzo hadn't wrapped one arm around his shoulder and pulled him tighter to him. His attention divided, Sanzo began slowly backing up towards the door and whispered, "When we get close to the door, get out, slam it shut, and run."
The brunette shook his head so much that Sanzo feared his head would snap off. Then, he was stunned to silence and to immobility when the brunette looked up and pleaded in a tiny voice, "Don't leave me here...please!"
"Excuse me. What is the problem here?"
In a daze, Sanzo had to pry with all his mental might to move his attention from the tiny bundle at his side and looked at the woman who had spoken. She reminded him of a typical yakuza's wife; cold, calculating, deceptive and deadly. Beautiful as she was, with the way she held herself and the expensive kimono wrapped around her body like a second skin, she couldn't keep the darkness burning in her blood behind such a facade. She held a crushed red flower in her hand, a cigarette in the other, as she walked towards him.
She stopped a foot away from him and asked impatiently, "Well? Answer the question."
Sanzo stood his ground, moved the brunette at his side for a more secure grip, and spat out, "You're all animals. This establishment has no right whatsoever to treat their people in this manner, what more to a minor-"
"Let me inform you now, sir," she interrupted snottily, "that this young man has no rights attached to his name and body as his sole guardian sold him to us to clear all debts he had with us. He is our property and is subject to any and all activities we deem necessary for him to work off his now-dead guardian's debt." She glanced down at the battered youth and grinned maliciously. "And he's been making quite a lot of money for someone who just recently entered the club. He has already a large following-"
"How much?"
The bitch raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"
Gesturing to the young brunette, whose shakings seemed to have stopped altogether as he followed the conversation, Sanzo growled, "How much to get him out of here?" When the woman began to snicker, he pulled out his wallet from his pocket and slammed one of his black credit cards on the desk table near him. "You can place in as many zeros as you want on the slip and, I assure you, the money will be transferred immediately upon my order."
The woman snorted, her nose still in the air as she ordered the one behind the counter to run the card at a staggering amount, an amount that might have bought three big corporations in Japan and that was clearly more than the original debt's amount. But Sanzo didn't care. When they called the credit card company to confirm the transaction and gave the phone to Sanzo for confirmation, he gave them all the necessary answers required and ended the call with, "Do it - now."
Another call later to their bank, and the receptionist looked at the lady dragon of the club with disbelief clearly written on her face. "The amount has been transferred, madam."
The woman looked at Sanzo for a long time, her gaze suddenly not so much cold as intrigued. Looking down at the brunette beside the blonde, she turned around sharply and announced, "Take him and go. And before you demand for his other belongings, he has none." With that, she left.
Exhaling, Sanzo grasped the brunette's small arm and began to move towards the door. The brunette's sharp tug on his waist nearly send him tripping to the ground before he caught himself and glared down at the gold eyes looking up at him. "Move, damn it," he hissed impatiently.
The brunette's shoulders shook as he whispered shamefully, "I... I'm... My body...can't-"
Frowning, Sanzo looked past the brunette's disheveled head and muttered an obscenity at the sight of the young man's tiny and loose shorts falling past his thin hips, the golden-eyed youth holding the piece of clothing up with his one hand while the other refused to release its hold on Sanzo's shirt. Sanzo looked at the shaken receptionist. "Where can I purchase clothes for him?"
The receptionist looked like she was about to be attacked by a dragon. "I-I... Sir-"
"I have some clothes that may fit him," a calm and gentle voice from behind Sanzo interrupted. When Sanzo turned, he was met by eyes that were bruised yet full of compassion, eyes that were glued to the smaller man holding on to him. She had her long, black hair tumbling past her shoulders as she slowly came closer to them before kneeling in front of the brunette and offering him a plain t-shirt and jeans. When neither of them moved, the woman gave a low chuckle and coaxed, "Come, Goku... Take them and leave this place."
Goku.
Sanzo felt his hold on the young man tighten, bringing those bright eyes back to him in confusion. Shaking his head, he eased his hold and nodded to the clothes. "Take them...Goku."
Goku licked his lips as he shifted his attention from him to the woman. Then, with a small nod, he released his hold on his shorts and stepped out of them once they hit the floor. Not caring that he was naked before all to see, he took the pair of jeans first and slipped them on with two jerks. Then, he took the shirt and wiggled his way in it, all the while making sure that he had a hold on Sanzo. Once that was done, he tried to button the jeans to keep them from slipping down his thin thighs, but as he refused to let go of the blonde's shirt...
"Ah, fuck it," Sanzo growled, placing himself in front of the young man and moving Goku's hold up from his waist to his shoulders. "Hold me there." At a small nod, Sanzo lifted the loose shirt and took the buttons, taking care not to brush his fingers against the bruise on the brunette's stomach and making sure that the jeans weren't too fitted. Once buttoned, Sanzo gestured for the boy to move his hold back to his waist as he stood, nodded his thanks so the woman, and pulled the door open.
Before closing the door behind them, though, he felt Goku look back at the woman who gave him the clothes, whispering, "Thank you, Goddess of Mercy."
"You are in good hands, Son Goku." She looked up and met Sanzo's stunned look and smiled brightly, an otherworldly glow seeming to settle on her skin as the neon lights flashed above her head. "The best hands."
And she closed the door.
Gojyo's arm were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall of the alley and watched three of his henchmen throw punches and kicks at the green-eyed man. Shou Hakkai was slumped heavily against an abandoned crate, blood from his cut lip flowing down his chin freely. He wore a long-sleeved shirt and loose pants but, if Gojyo had Superman's powers, he'd see the porcelain skin underneath the clothes littered with large and small bruises in varying colors.
When one of his henchmen hit Hakkai deep in his stomach, pulling a pain-filled moan out of his throat, Gojyo raised a hand and motioned for his lackeys to step back, dropping Hakkai's weak and battered from to the ground haphazardly.
Placing himself directly before the green-eyed man, Gojyo nudged Hakkai's chin up using the toes of his shoes and waited for the man to focus his gaze on him and him alone. "Shou Hakkai," he sighed chidingly. "Not only do you dare share the same furigana as me, you dare walk around my turf as if your family owns the place." Dropping his foot from the brunette's chin, Gojyo bent down until barely an inch separated their faces, and added, "And to follow me all the way to Ni-choume - do you want me to put your pretty face and body to good use, huh? Fuck it up good until you never stop bleeding?"
He watched Hakkai's eyes as they took in every word that dropped from Gojyo's lips, the brunette licking his blood-red lips when Gojyo's eyes settled on them. Then, in a small voice, he whispered seductively, "If it means...you looking at me...forever, then yes."
Raising an eyebrow at the bold statement, Gojyo leaned in, brushed his lips quickly against the brunette's, and pulled himself up, licking up the blood from the other man's lips. "Fucked up in the head, aren't you?" Walking back to his original position, he tossed out, "Beat these guys to a pulp and I'll consider it."
Just as his henchmen made their move to pummel Hakkai to death, Gojyo watched as the brunette pulled himself up from the ground, cracked his head to one side, then literally fly at his attackers. He threw his body at one, snapping the head between his legs the moment he smushed the man's face to his groin. Then, as the body he had killed fell to the floor, he grabbed a hand from behind him, twisted himself off the dead body and flew above the second henchman, snapping his wrists before pulling out the henchman's crowbar and slamming the sharp end into the man's forehead. As the man's eyes closed, Hakkai grabbed the gun from his first fallen attacker, pointed the weapon straight at Gojyo, and made a show of pulling it before twirling the weapon in his hand and slamming its side on the face of the third and final henchman coming up behind him, breaking his jaw and stunning him into unconsciousness. When the last man fell to a pool of their own blood, Hakkai threw the weapon away and exhaled.
Gojyo never looked away from Hakkai as he cocked his finger up and beckoned the other man close. Once Hakkai stood directly before him, his impossibly clean clothes suddenly highlighted by whatever light there was above them, Gojyo snagged the brunette's chin cruelly in his grip as he leaned in close and murmured, "Last chance, golden boy. Are you sure about this?"
He watched Hakkai's eyes close for a moment, a shudder flowing through his frail form as if he had just orgasmed, before opening his eyes again and answering simply, "Yes."
Cursing softly, Gojyo leaned in and plundered the bruised and bleeding mouth hard, Hakkai's soft moan and hot tongue settling itself comfortably inside his own mouth as if it planned to stay there for all eternity.
Baby Yaoi: Gah! Sorry for the really long wait - the muse left me for a few months as work and thoughts of the future pushed it out of my system. Rejoice for its temporary return (because I'm sure it'll go off again in search of inspiration)! Anyway, here's the chappie that will move the story forward! Yay! Next chappie's release date is unknown, but stay tuned. Thanks to TheXDarknessXWithinXMe (Goku has been saved by his beloved light. Stay tuned for more cute scenes between the two!), CottonCandyHaze (A thousand 'yay's and jumps in the air! Hahaha! Sorry if the chapter's are short, but I have a feeling that if I force myself to lengthen them after having already divided the story into more than 10 chapters, I might get bored and end up abandoning this story. With this method, I'm sure to update slowly but surely.), silverchildakami (Well, no killing in Sanzo's part, but obviously a lot of kills for Hakkai. Hehe!), baccamarielle (Glad to know I captivated you with my tale! That makes me feel so happy.), goku x sanzo fan (There you go! Sanzo has saved Goku. And wasn't Goku pretty pricey...), Chibi-Roy-Chan (Here it is! The next installment is soon...I hope.), Kitsu-chama (Thanks so much for loving this tale - it'll take a while, but I'm hoping to make it a story to remember.) for reviewing! Hope to hear from you guys in the future!