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Rose Petals
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….Those bastards – where the first two words that came to mind as Sanzou cam out of the drug induced sleep. He was on his front, blankets pulled up about him and tucked around his limbs. The sun had long since set and now only the moon floated in the sky. Sanzou blinked his eyes a few times, still groggy and unsure if he were alone or not. He shifted on the bed.
His arms felt weak for some reason as he maneuvered to a sitting position. The room was empty; the lingering smell of high-lights was fresh, which meant that he’d only been left alone for a few moments and not hours. He groaned and turned about to find his own pack of cigarettes and lighter. He needed a smoke, he needed to think and he mused on hitting Hakkai with his fan.
His stomach was doing flip-flops and the grogginess hadn’t yet dissipated. He hated being drugged in anyway because it always made him sick. He wondered slightly if he had ever told Hakkai about it, or if he just threatened to shoot Hakkai if he ever thought about doing it.
He had just found his cigarettes – and lighter - in his jean pockets when the door swung open and the room was illuminated with a lamp. Gojyo and Hakkai both stepped through. Sanzou lit up the cigarette but watched them both closely.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Hakkai said with a pleased smile.
“No thanks to you,” Sanzou muttered in reply.
“Don’t get too mad at Hakkai, it’d have been painful if you’d felt him re-opening the injury and then stitching it up,” Gojyo flapped a hand and a smirk in Sanzou’s direction.
“Fuck you, drugs always make me sick,” Sanzou snorted and turned away slightly. Gojyo and Hakkai exchanged a glance. Hakkai set his burden on the table while Gojyo shut and locked the door.
“Sanzou, why didn’t you ever tell me?” Hakkai asked gently.
“Probably never cared about it till now,” Sanzou replied with a shrug. Hakkai sighed and took a spot on the bed by Sanzou.
“You should tell me these things; I am a Healer after all,”
“I know,” another shrug; Sanzou puffed away at the cigarette and tried to ignore Hakkai’s close proximity. The Youkai in question watched Sanzou closely. Nothing on his face showed Sanzou what he was thinking.
“Fine, I’ll bite,” Sanzou glared, “What do you want now?”
“We’ve rented a small cottage, we’ll move in after breakfast,” Hakkai replied.
“Huh,” was all Hakkai got for that bit of information.
“You should eat, Sanzou,” – Hakkai gripped Sanzou’s shoulder slightly, more in a comforting sort of way.
“I feel like throwing up,” Sanzou muttered.
All this time Gojyo had been quiet. He smoked by the door just so that their Monk didn’t try and make a quick get-a-way. He watched as Hakkai and Sanzou talked. He was there for moral support, and possibly physical if Sanzou tried to fight. This wasn’t technically a mutiny; Hakkai had always been the one to make the decisions when it came to danger and where they were heading. Sanzou was…well…Gojyo didn’t know what he was in the group.
It felt like a Pack that they had going. Hakkai was Alpha – with Gojyo stepping up when the times called, neither of them cared really and would easily let the other lead if need be – Goku was the smallest of them and even though he was a good fighter, he was just a kid. So, on the totem-pole he was near the bottom. Sanzou was a different case all together. He hated to lead and usually just let them do whatever they wanted. That is, if he wanted to admit it or not, they protected him.
This made him their bitch – in Youkai terms; if you were going to get technical about it. Hakkai was going to explain this mentality to Sanzou and whether he liked it or not he was going to eat and rest and they were going to take this break. Sanzou was going to be under their thumb day and night. Then, things would be better and maybe he would quit taking such risks with his life.
“We need to talk about a few things,” Hakkai said slowly.
“Are you going to lecture me?” Sanzou asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“Ah, no. That never works,” Hakkai chuckled.
“Damned straight,” was the reply. His cigarette had gone out and Sanzou stubbed it in the ashtray on the bed side table. “Okay, what do you want to tell me?” he asked.
“Well…we…and I do mean we…”
“Just spit it out Hakkai,” Gojyo rolled his eyes. He came forward and took up a spot behind the two. Sanzou lent away – only a bit nervous with the close contact.
“What are you two blathering on about?” Sanzou tried for his irritated tone of voice. It fell short by a mile.
“Our Youkai blood is singing to us,” Hakkai started, “We care for you and we want you to be well. We’re protecting you on this journey, not the other way around,”
“I don’t need to be protected,” Sanzou glared at them.
“That’s not how we see it,” Gojyo replied, “Ever since I owned your ass when you came to take Hakkai away…I always kinda figured that it was partly my job to protect you, or hold you, whichever came first,” Gojyo smirked.
“Shut up, I can take care of myself,” the Monk rolled his eyes.
“Oh really? You’re doing a terrific job of it,” Hakkai said with a bigger smile on his lips.
“Don’t be sarcastic, it isn’t appreciated,” the demand fell on deaf ears.
“Okay, so here’s the deal. Let us take care of you for a month, if after that month you still hate it….we’ll back off,” Gojyo suggested.
“All you have to do is what we say,” Hakkai said.
“Right, and if I don’t you’ll probably punish me,” he sounded scared as he said the words and Hakkai could smell a bit of it. Gojyo lent in and took a long whiff. His nose was practically buried in Sanzou’s neck.
“That’s true. But, you’re not Mated to us,” Gojyo said.
“And if I agree to this stupid idea?”
“You’ll just have to tolerate a few things. Bondage for one, so that you get used to us being close to you, touching you, feeding you…” Hakkai trailed off.
The Monk blinked at them both before turning away and smacking himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand; “I am so stupid for even thinking about it,” he said to no one in particular. He needed another cigarette and he needed his gun. He’d shoot them both and forget that they ever proposed this idea.
“Come on, just think how nice it’ll feel to prove us wrong after the month,” Gojyo said with a challenging smirk.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Sanzou huffed, “But I reserve the right to shoot the two of you after this is over and done with,”
“Agreed,” Hakkai and Gojyo were smiling their asses off as they said that single word. Sanzou looked from one to the other before standing.
“I need…” he started before trailing off. Come to think of it…they were in control and when it came to Youkai and control…it was near impossible to argue with them if they didn’t like an idea. He sat down, dejectedly, on the bed and stared at the floor.
“Go ahead, Sanzou, what do you need?” Gojyo asked.
“I don’t know,” Sanzou didn’t look at them.
Hakkai moved over to the table where the tray was placed. He poured them all a cup of the still hot tea and brought the cups back to the other two who still sat upon the bed. Sanzou took his cup with a slight nod.
“First we need to talk rules,” Gojyo said after they all had a few sips of their tea.
“You mean you two negotiate rules and I follow them,” Sanzou corrected.
“Well….not really, that’s only if we’re Mating,” Gojyo snickered. He trailed a hand across too stiff shoulders to slightly squeeze the back of Sanzou’s neck. In return, Sanzou sat still and didn’t move an inch.
“Okay,” he muttered, giving them that much. The grip didn’t slacken but Gojyo leaned forward to place a chase kiss on the soft skin behind Sanzou’s ear.
“Just do as we say,” Hakkai had also invaded his personal space. He brought one hand up to cup Sanzou’s cheek slightly.
“All right,” he didn’t nod or move in anyway. Youkai were weird with movements that had been intended as innocent that – to them – meant something all together different.
“There is one last thing we have to tell you,” Hakkai said, pulling back.
“What…?”
“We’ve been working with Kougaiji and his group for a while now. I’m sorry, Sanzou but…” Hakkai didn’t have a chance to finish is sentence before Sanzou was moving away and for his robes. He didn’t know that his gun was there for sure, but it was the only thing he could think of.
Gojyo was fast and had Sanzou face down on the floor with both arms twisted behind is back. Sanzou couldn’t thrash without breaking his arms, which would be a bad thing.
“You gave the Sutra to him,” Sanzou growled, “You betrayed me!”
“It’s in everyone’s best interest if Kougaiji becomes our King,” Gojyo’s tone was slightly strained.
“I’ll die before I let anyone take the Sutra form me,” Sanzou vowed. His deep purple eyes were wild in his fight to find an escape. He waited for the strength on his arms to let up just a little so that he could fight back. Get to his gun, shoot these fuckers.
“Sanzou…” and Hakkai was kneeling beside him. His smile was gentle, almost understanding, “We’ll handle it, don’t worry about the sutra,” he had thought ahead and had a cloth prepared just in case Sanzou put up a fight. Like before, held the back of Sanzou’s head so that he could place the cloth over nose and mouth.
Sanzou tried to hold his breath, however, in the long run it didn’t work and he succumbed to the darkness.
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3
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….Those bastards – where the first two words that came to mind as Sanzou cam out of the drug induced sleep. He was on his front, blankets pulled up about him and tucked around his limbs. The sun had long since set and now only the moon floated in the sky. Sanzou blinked his eyes a few times, still groggy and unsure if he were alone or not. He shifted on the bed.
His arms felt weak for some reason as he maneuvered to a sitting position. The room was empty; the lingering smell of high-lights was fresh, which meant that he’d only been left alone for a few moments and not hours. He groaned and turned about to find his own pack of cigarettes and lighter. He needed a smoke, he needed to think and he mused on hitting Hakkai with his fan.
His stomach was doing flip-flops and the grogginess hadn’t yet dissipated. He hated being drugged in anyway because it always made him sick. He wondered slightly if he had ever told Hakkai about it, or if he just threatened to shoot Hakkai if he ever thought about doing it.
He had just found his cigarettes – and lighter - in his jean pockets when the door swung open and the room was illuminated with a lamp. Gojyo and Hakkai both stepped through. Sanzou lit up the cigarette but watched them both closely.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Hakkai said with a pleased smile.
“No thanks to you,” Sanzou muttered in reply.
“Don’t get too mad at Hakkai, it’d have been painful if you’d felt him re-opening the injury and then stitching it up,” Gojyo flapped a hand and a smirk in Sanzou’s direction.
“Fuck you, drugs always make me sick,” Sanzou snorted and turned away slightly. Gojyo and Hakkai exchanged a glance. Hakkai set his burden on the table while Gojyo shut and locked the door.
“Sanzou, why didn’t you ever tell me?” Hakkai asked gently.
“Probably never cared about it till now,” Sanzou replied with a shrug. Hakkai sighed and took a spot on the bed by Sanzou.
“You should tell me these things; I am a Healer after all,”
“I know,” another shrug; Sanzou puffed away at the cigarette and tried to ignore Hakkai’s close proximity. The Youkai in question watched Sanzou closely. Nothing on his face showed Sanzou what he was thinking.
“Fine, I’ll bite,” Sanzou glared, “What do you want now?”
“We’ve rented a small cottage, we’ll move in after breakfast,” Hakkai replied.
“Huh,” was all Hakkai got for that bit of information.
“You should eat, Sanzou,” – Hakkai gripped Sanzou’s shoulder slightly, more in a comforting sort of way.
“I feel like throwing up,” Sanzou muttered.
All this time Gojyo had been quiet. He smoked by the door just so that their Monk didn’t try and make a quick get-a-way. He watched as Hakkai and Sanzou talked. He was there for moral support, and possibly physical if Sanzou tried to fight. This wasn’t technically a mutiny; Hakkai had always been the one to make the decisions when it came to danger and where they were heading. Sanzou was…well…Gojyo didn’t know what he was in the group.
It felt like a Pack that they had going. Hakkai was Alpha – with Gojyo stepping up when the times called, neither of them cared really and would easily let the other lead if need be – Goku was the smallest of them and even though he was a good fighter, he was just a kid. So, on the totem-pole he was near the bottom. Sanzou was a different case all together. He hated to lead and usually just let them do whatever they wanted. That is, if he wanted to admit it or not, they protected him.
This made him their bitch – in Youkai terms; if you were going to get technical about it. Hakkai was going to explain this mentality to Sanzou and whether he liked it or not he was going to eat and rest and they were going to take this break. Sanzou was going to be under their thumb day and night. Then, things would be better and maybe he would quit taking such risks with his life.
“We need to talk about a few things,” Hakkai said slowly.
“Are you going to lecture me?” Sanzou asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“Ah, no. That never works,” Hakkai chuckled.
“Damned straight,” was the reply. His cigarette had gone out and Sanzou stubbed it in the ashtray on the bed side table. “Okay, what do you want to tell me?” he asked.
“Well…we…and I do mean we…”
“Just spit it out Hakkai,” Gojyo rolled his eyes. He came forward and took up a spot behind the two. Sanzou lent away – only a bit nervous with the close contact.
“What are you two blathering on about?” Sanzou tried for his irritated tone of voice. It fell short by a mile.
“Our Youkai blood is singing to us,” Hakkai started, “We care for you and we want you to be well. We’re protecting you on this journey, not the other way around,”
“I don’t need to be protected,” Sanzou glared at them.
“That’s not how we see it,” Gojyo replied, “Ever since I owned your ass when you came to take Hakkai away…I always kinda figured that it was partly my job to protect you, or hold you, whichever came first,” Gojyo smirked.
“Shut up, I can take care of myself,” the Monk rolled his eyes.
“Oh really? You’re doing a terrific job of it,” Hakkai said with a bigger smile on his lips.
“Don’t be sarcastic, it isn’t appreciated,” the demand fell on deaf ears.
“Okay, so here’s the deal. Let us take care of you for a month, if after that month you still hate it….we’ll back off,” Gojyo suggested.
“All you have to do is what we say,” Hakkai said.
“Right, and if I don’t you’ll probably punish me,” he sounded scared as he said the words and Hakkai could smell a bit of it. Gojyo lent in and took a long whiff. His nose was practically buried in Sanzou’s neck.
“That’s true. But, you’re not Mated to us,” Gojyo said.
“And if I agree to this stupid idea?”
“You’ll just have to tolerate a few things. Bondage for one, so that you get used to us being close to you, touching you, feeding you…” Hakkai trailed off.
The Monk blinked at them both before turning away and smacking himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand; “I am so stupid for even thinking about it,” he said to no one in particular. He needed another cigarette and he needed his gun. He’d shoot them both and forget that they ever proposed this idea.
“Come on, just think how nice it’ll feel to prove us wrong after the month,” Gojyo said with a challenging smirk.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Sanzou huffed, “But I reserve the right to shoot the two of you after this is over and done with,”
“Agreed,” Hakkai and Gojyo were smiling their asses off as they said that single word. Sanzou looked from one to the other before standing.
“I need…” he started before trailing off. Come to think of it…they were in control and when it came to Youkai and control…it was near impossible to argue with them if they didn’t like an idea. He sat down, dejectedly, on the bed and stared at the floor.
“Go ahead, Sanzou, what do you need?” Gojyo asked.
“I don’t know,” Sanzou didn’t look at them.
Hakkai moved over to the table where the tray was placed. He poured them all a cup of the still hot tea and brought the cups back to the other two who still sat upon the bed. Sanzou took his cup with a slight nod.
“First we need to talk rules,” Gojyo said after they all had a few sips of their tea.
“You mean you two negotiate rules and I follow them,” Sanzou corrected.
“Well….not really, that’s only if we’re Mating,” Gojyo snickered. He trailed a hand across too stiff shoulders to slightly squeeze the back of Sanzou’s neck. In return, Sanzou sat still and didn’t move an inch.
“Okay,” he muttered, giving them that much. The grip didn’t slacken but Gojyo leaned forward to place a chase kiss on the soft skin behind Sanzou’s ear.
“Just do as we say,” Hakkai had also invaded his personal space. He brought one hand up to cup Sanzou’s cheek slightly.
“All right,” he didn’t nod or move in anyway. Youkai were weird with movements that had been intended as innocent that – to them – meant something all together different.
“There is one last thing we have to tell you,” Hakkai said, pulling back.
“What…?”
“We’ve been working with Kougaiji and his group for a while now. I’m sorry, Sanzou but…” Hakkai didn’t have a chance to finish is sentence before Sanzou was moving away and for his robes. He didn’t know that his gun was there for sure, but it was the only thing he could think of.
Gojyo was fast and had Sanzou face down on the floor with both arms twisted behind is back. Sanzou couldn’t thrash without breaking his arms, which would be a bad thing.
“You gave the Sutra to him,” Sanzou growled, “You betrayed me!”
“It’s in everyone’s best interest if Kougaiji becomes our King,” Gojyo’s tone was slightly strained.
“I’ll die before I let anyone take the Sutra form me,” Sanzou vowed. His deep purple eyes were wild in his fight to find an escape. He waited for the strength on his arms to let up just a little so that he could fight back. Get to his gun, shoot these fuckers.
“Sanzou…” and Hakkai was kneeling beside him. His smile was gentle, almost understanding, “We’ll handle it, don’t worry about the sutra,” he had thought ahead and had a cloth prepared just in case Sanzou put up a fight. Like before, held the back of Sanzou’s head so that he could place the cloth over nose and mouth.
Sanzou tried to hold his breath, however, in the long run it didn’t work and he succumbed to the darkness.
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