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My Sun, My Supernova

Chapter 12

Perfection

"Let me set you free."

With these words, one bullet is released from the barrel of Sanzo's gun.

Goku, with tears streaking his face, stands in shocked confusion as he faces
the unbelievable.

"Why do you feel so drawn to the sun?"

The golden coronet around his head glints dully in the fading light as the
lead pellet approaches without hesitation, discharged by Sanzo's own hand.

"One day, you will burn your eyes blind, and then there will be only
darkness, forever and ever and ever."

Impact, shatter, release.

"Let me set you free."

XXX

Goku has one final moment of horror to realize what Sanzo has done,
intentionally, as the broken halves of his coronet fall ominously to the
ground. He tries to speak, to call out Sanzo's name, reaching out his hand
towards the one who still shines, but the name catches in his throat, and
becomes instead a scream.

The last thing he sees, before his vision goes completely black, is the
brilliant intensity of those stormy violet eyes, and that ever present, bright,
beautiful aura that in his eyes always seems to surround Sanzo with a radiant
glow of light. Then his world begins to change.

Thoughts, memories, ideas, all begin to swirl together in a crazy spiraling
vortex of confusion and chaos, ripping apart his mind from within, restructuring
and clearing it in the process. Who he is, where he is, what he is doing here,
all begins to shrink away, to coalesce and alter.

His body changes. Ears, nails and teeth all elongate and sharpen into points.
His hair becomes a long, wild mane cascading down his back. Goku feels himself
slipping away into a dark, small place, locked tightly away from the world he
has known and loved, and soon, all light is lost.

The scream dies out as his mind finally stills and calms, and the world
suddenly comes rushing back. But everything is so different now, so clear. There
is no more confusion, no more tears, no more pain.

He opens his eyes, slit pupils cutting across cruel, wicked gold. Intensely
alert, he licks his lips, tasting the air. Hunger. That is the first
thing that floods his awareness. Restlessness. Everything is so crisp,
speaking to him in a language that no longer has need of words.

A strong scent catches his attention. The scent of life and warm flesh, laced
delicately with the distinct aroma of fear. His eyes snap towards the source of
the enticing smell. The horse, tied up nearby. The animal is beginning to fret,
tugging at the rope and lifting her hooves with a growing urge to flee.

Goku smiles. He does not remember that he has given this animal a name. He
does not care that this creature has served him well over the past days. He does
not now even consider the horse beyond the fact that it is alive, and has a
smell and a pulse, and that this excites him. He only wants to revel in that
odour, to find the source of that pulse that calls to him so enticingly.

Without hesitation, there is a flash of movement, and he is upon the helpless
animal. Through a flurry of bloodlust the horse is assaulted and torn apart
alive beneath Goku's savagery. When the glorious heartbeat stops, and no longer
calls to him with its throbbing beat, he trails his claws over the still warm
flesh, monster eyes riveted upon the sight of the fresh blood that this brings
welling to the surface. He brings one hand to his lips and laps up the blood,
letting its taste stir and invigorate his own wild heart, feeling his own pulse
thundering in his keen ears.

He feels alive, he feels free, he feels powerful. He tilts back his head and
howls, long and triumphant and utterly uncontained.

XXX

Sanzo's aim is true, his target breaking apart and becoming a thing of
discard. He watches, transfixed, as if witnessing a miracle, while Goku begins
to transform before his eyes.

This new Goku is the most beautiful, perfect thing he has ever seen, and now
he falls to his knees in absolute wonder and awe at the sight.

Goku, his hands currently tearing into the chest of his kill to find the
heart, suddenly turns his head, gazing sharply upon Sanzo. His pulse still sings
with the desire to kill, to destroy. He growls softly in his throat, but, his
immediate need to kill satiated by the horse, he simply smiles, and allows
himself the pleasure of toying with this new prey.

Sanzo gazes upon Goku, their eyes locked, and what he sees is his own death
looking back at him.

Ah, and such a death! It will be ultimate release, the purest kind of
cleansing for the last vestiges of the soul. For this is his Goku, reborn and
reshaped into the very essence of perfection. Death in such a way can only be
beautiful, a gift in return for the freedom he has given to Goku. He is ready to
embrace this perfect gift.

A feeling of euphoria thrills through his body as he opens his arms in
welcome and in praise, his eyes glazing over in longing as he tilts back his
head to expose his throat, never breaking his hold on those golden eyes that
will momentarily consume him.

XXX

Goku pauses suddenly in his intent, cocking his head to the side. Something
about this new victim strikes him still with curiosity. For strangely, and
unexpectedly, what faces him now is a total and complete absence of any fear
whatsoever. Not a trace. Neither is there even so much as a spark of any will to
attack, to defend, or even to flee. He listens to this creature's heartbeat,
then, trying to pick up some hint as to its nature, but the pulse that sings to
him is almost like a lullaby, so calm is its rhythm.

As he hesitates to regard his victim in such a way, something begins to
register dimly in his mind. A flicker of recognition filters through. As he
listens, the lullaby pulse begins to soothe him. Gradually, the instinct to
attack, to kill, to rip to pieces with an exhilarating rush of hot blood, is
lessened, stilled.

Goku begins to approach, slowly, almost cautiously, except that he is not
afraid. The kneeling creature does not move, flinch or try to escape. He simply
waits and watches, his arms open, vital organs totally unprotected, as if in
offering. Soon Goku is within inches, and wastes no time in starting his
exploration. He tests Sanzo's scent, circling him slowly as he does so. He
discovers that his own scent is here as well, and that puzzles him, but also
somehow pleases him. He touches the fine, shining hair, and finds that this
pleases him as well. He yanks out some of the strands, letting them fall from
his fingers in fascination. The fair-haired creature under his scrutiny does not
even react as this small act of violence is inflicted.

Goku's lip twitches, and he strikes suddenly at Sanzo. Not hard, but enough
to leave a small scratch upon his face. Still no reaction. Still no
fear. So Goku pounces, knocking Sanzo to the ground, and crouches over his prone
body. Still nothing.

Another moment passes, and neither moves. Goku senses no tenseness at all in
the vulnerable body beneath him, and when Sanzo reaches up a hand in wonder, to
trace his fingers over one finely pointed ear, Goku senses no threat in the
movement, and so he allows it, only snarling a faint warning in response. His
body responds instinctually to that touch, without his conscious decision, by
turning his head to press his cheek into that questing palm, wordlessly demanding
the caress to continue. His body trembles slightly with the pleasure derived
from this simple contact. Goku bends his head, tasting the drop of blood that he
has caused to stain the skin of this rather interesting, alluring creature. Suddenly, with
the feel of the warm body beneath him, the taste of the blood upon his tongue,
the gentle caress, the scent which surrounds him and... this brightness
filling his awareness, a new kind of instinct is triggered.

The instinct to protect, the instinct to possess.

A soft purr starts faintly and hesitantly in Goku's throat, and quickly
swells to a deep rumble of content, as all his senses and awareness are focused
on his newfound object of affection.

Sanzo senses that now, for the time being at least, he will not be granted
the death he was expecting, and this in itself is also wonderful, yet another
kind of miracle.

He begins to speak softly now to the monster pinning him down, as he strokes
the hair upon a head now no longer hindered by the weight of a solid band of
metal. His voice is breathy, almost delirious, as he pours his vision of
darkness into a pair of golden eyes and purely demonic ears.

"Ah, Goku, my little Goku, you feel it now, don't you? The freedom,
the release. Yes, my beautiful, beautiful Goku. I'm so very happy for you
now, that you were able to join me. Together, just you and I, we shall walk the
earth as two perfect beings who have escaped the weight of the soul, and all its
terrible pain. Together, we shall be like two divine creatures of chaos,
and we shall take the scripture west, and bring a cleansing upon the land. We
shall worship only each other, and we shall burn in a fire of our own making,
and we shall be free."

His lets his breath hum in his throat for a moment, as if trying to match
Goku's purr.

"Ahh, Konzen, I have done it. Are you not pleased? I have freed him,
forever, our own Goku, and together, we shall defy the Heavens which have
forsaken us all!"

Sanzo laughs a laugh that is more like a gasp of ecstasy, and Goku answers
with a growl, sinking his sharp teeth into Sanzo's neck in a bloody kiss of
bonding.
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