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Counterparts	By : helliongoddess Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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COUNTERPARTS / PART I

This story was partly inspired by the music of the group Rush, from three of their albums, Counterparts, Vapor Trails, and Snakes and Ladders. I have included lyrics as well as links to YouTube versions of the songs so that you may listen to the ones that served as inspirations. This was actually the first fanfiction story idea I ever had, it just took it a while getting here. I hope it was worth the wait - I leave it to you to decide. hg.
The Larger Bowl Rush (Lifeson, Lee, & Peart)

(a pantoun, an obscure rhyme form)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn9tpqReYUY
If we�re so much the same as I always hear,

Why such different fortunes and fates?

Some of us live in a cloud of fear,

Some live behind iron gates.

Why such different fortunes and fates?

Some are blessed and some are cursed,

Some live behind iron gates,

While others see only the worst.

Some are blessed and some are cursed,

The golden one or scarred from birth,

While others only see the worst,

Such a lot of pain on the earth.
The golden one or scarred from birth-

Some things can never be changed.

Such a lot of pain on this earth,

It�s somehow so badly arranged.
Some things can never be changed,

Some reasons can never come clear.

It�s somehow so badly arranged -

If we�re so much the same as we always hear.
Some are blessed and some are cursed,

The golden one or scarred from birth.

While others only see the worst,

Such a lot of pain on the earth.

Such a lot of pain on the earth.
Chapter 1

It was usually rain that made Sanzo uneasy, but for some reason that night all it took was the sun going down and the evening shadows creeping across the room. He got up and switched on a couple of the small table lamps, but that didn�t really help. Neither did he get the familiar comfort he usually got from his evening newspaper when he picked it up and tried to read for a while. The words went blurry before his eyes, and he found himself reading the same lines over and over again. Finally he gave up and tossed it down on the floor by his chair in disgust.

�K�so,� he mumbled angily, �can�t even enjoy the goddamn paper.� He lit up a cigarette, inhaled gratefully, and paced around the room a few times before lighting another smoke from the first one. He knew he was smoking too much � the cough he now had in the morning, when he did manage to sleep, was telling him so- but he frankly didn�t give a shit. He leaned against the window frame and stared out the glass into the darkening night. He realized from the fading gold, shell pink, and crimson color of the clouds (crimson!) that he was looking west, and wondered how long it would be before they would see that horizon unfolding before them again as they rolled down countless roads in Hakuryu � or if they ever would again.

He thought of the Maten scripture, neatly rolled and stowed in a box with his vestments and crown in the motel safe. He had refused to wear any of it since� that day. The bloodstains had never entirely come out of his robes, and that alone was too much of a reminder. But there was so much more to it than that. His mind kept spooling down that tortuous path, playing the terrible events of that day over and over again no matter how much he tried to divert himself. How could it not, when the living, breathing reminder � well, barely breathing � was right there dwindling away in the bed next to him?

He was dangerously close to banging his head against the window frame, and not for the first time, when there was a soft tap at the door and Hakkai entered the room tentatively.

�How�s the patient?� he asked softly, coming across to the bed. He stopped to study Gojyo�s still form for a moment and came over to Sanzo. �Any changes?� he queried, sitting in the window seat next to where Sanzo stood.

He instinctively reached up to touch Sanzo to comfort him, the healer in him being exquisitely sensitive to the mental pain the monk was in as well as the physical danger of the kappa. He caught himself, knowing that, Sanzo being who he was, the contact would probably only make this all harder for him than it already was.

�None that I can tell,� Sanzo replied listlessly. �I looked at the outside of the bandage on his belly about an hour ago, it�s dry, and he hasn�t stopped breathing again or anything, but he certainly doesn�t seem any better to me, either.�

Hakkai went over to the bed and did a more in-depth examination of Gojyo�s situation, checking his pulse and his respiration, testing his chi in various places around his body. When he was satisfied that he had done all the assessing he could do, he took a small envelope from a pocket in his tunic and disappeared into the bathroom. He re-appeared stirring some green powder into a small amount of water in a glass.

�The apothecary in town helped me with this mixture. It should help keep his blood pressure up. He has lost so much blood.� He sat down beside Gojyo on one side of the bed, trying hard not to let Sanzo see how much it disturbed him to see his best friend, normally so vital, lying there so unnaturally pale and still.

�Can you help me sit him up a little so we can get this into him, please?�

Sanzo stood and stared at him blankly for a moment before he slowly stepped to the other side of the bed, trying not to show the hesitance and fear he was feeling. He had been deathly afraid to touch Gojyo since he had been hurt. Afraid he would break because he just looked so godawful fragile, and afraid of the feelings it would bring out in himself to touch the body of this man he had � had what? Just what exactly were you doing with him, you jackass? he chided himself mentally as he approached other side of the bed and sat on it gently. Did you think you could have two or three zipless fucks with the kappa after all you've been through together on this little expedition, and it somehow wasn�t going affect you?

The two men held their fallen comrade up and did their best to get the healing liquid into him. A small amount of it dribbled down Gojyo�s chin and Hakkai pulled a pocket handkerchief out of his jeans. Leave it to him to have something like that, Sanzo thought, and as Hakkai lovingly wiped the excess liquid off of his friend�s chin and they gently laid him back on his pillows. The tenderness and naturalness of the gesture caused a clutch in his throat and Sanzo turned to look out the window so Hakkai couldn�t see the tears that prickled at the edges of his eyes. I have to get a grip on myself, dammit.

Hakkai straightened the bedclothes and brushed Gojyo�s hair and his ever-unruly antennae back from his face.

�I think I�ll wash his hair tomorrow,� he said briskly.

Sanzo marveled at how Hakkai could try to sound like business-as-usual while saying such an otherworldly thing. �We have to wash Gojyo�s hair.� The whole concept made him wince inside for so many reasons. Once he found out how much Sanzo loved his hair, Gojyo had become inordinately proud of his long crimson locks, even though as a child it had branded him as a hanyou and acted as a stigma of his hereditary shame.

Images came unbidden to Sanzo�s mind of how beautiful Gojyo�s hair looked against the pale skin of own his hips and thighs when the kappa would suck his cock, and how silky it had felt brushing against his skin. He felt a tight knot in his stomach when he recalled a time in the shower after sex when, at Gojyo's request, they had washed each other's hair. The kappa had been forced to do some fast-talking to convince him beforehand, but now it came back to him as one of the most sensuous experiences he had ever had, and the lovemaking afterwards had been deep and explosive. He remembered how Gojyo's hair smelled so incredible when he always insisted on holding him close before they would fall asleep together after sex. He would drift off to sleep with that mixture of campfires and cinnamon and tobacco and that unfathomable youkai smell that he had only experienced on Gojyo wafting into his dreams. He caught himself wondering if the lack of it now had anything to do with his inability to sleep.

As the sensual memories flashed through his mind Sanzo was horrified when he felt his dick stiffening slightly in his jeans, and he quickly sat down in the windowseat so it would not be discernable to Hakkai. He felt like ten times the pervert that he had ever accused the watersprite of being for getting a hard-on under these circumstances.

Sanzo cleared his throat. �Yeah, I guess that would be a good idea. I�ll help you.�

�Thank you Sanzo, I imagine I�ll probably need it. Oh, ah, Goku sent you a message.�

Sanzo had been staring down at his sandals, feeling chagrined by his undisciplined thoughts. He looked up at Hakkai, who was standing by the door. �What kind of message?�

�He said to tell you to that you were to let him know if you needed anything at all, that he didn�t want to bother you, and that I was to tell you that he cares deeply about you and Gojyo.�

�He said that?� Is he ok?�

Hakkai cocked his head to one side and considered for a minute. �Either he truly is, or he is doing a damned fine imitation of it. From all appearances he seems to be doing better than any of us.�

�Hn.� The two men looked at each other in silence for a minute. Each knew the other well enough to be able to read the considerable pain in the other�s face, and knew better than to try to offer words of comfort and encouragement, and recognized their mutual need to each deal with their pain in their own way.

�Hakkai,� Sanzo stopped him as his hand was on the doorknob.

�Is he going to make it?� the question hung in the air between them like a cold fog.

Hakkai dropped his head and in a low quiet voice said, �I really don�t know Sanzo. As Gojyo would say, all bets are off.�

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Dear Miss Yaone,

I regret to inform you that Sha Gojyo of the Sanzo-ikkou was gravely injured recently during an unfortunate encounter with a shikagami. It occurred as he acted quite heroically to prevent injury to our leader Genjo Sanzo. He sustained a head injury from a fall and a severe abdominal wound from the shikagami. Unfortunately, the doctor in this town is recently deceased, and I have been unable to reach any in the adjacent towns for assistance, so I have been quite alone in my ministrations to Gojyo. I have done all I can to help him, but I am afraid his future is in the hands of fate at this point.

I am writing in the hope that you might send me the formulation for your herbal wound healing mixture that you mentioned to me on one occasion. The one I am currently purchasing from the apothecary in this village is not at all suitable, and Gojyo needs all the help we can give him if he is to have any chance at surviving this.

I assume Dokugakugi would wish to be made aware of his brother�s accident and ill health, so if you would share this information with him I would be most appreciative.

You will find our return address on this hotel stationary. Thank you so much for your kind assistance with this.

Yours truly,

Cho Hakkai

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