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The Prince's Mate	By : Nicollete Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Prince�s Mate

Chapter 4

It took the Monk a while to get the bracelet off. For a magical item, it had only taken four hours to do so. Not counting how many times he had nicked himself with the tool. The bracelet fell to the floor with a loud thunk that reverberated through the small room. The sun had sunk low and now flames lit the sky as much as a house on fire would the midnight. He sat on the bed mat, the lamp beside him glowing low in its holder. It had been two weeks, so far, and he had yet to see or hear Gojyo, Hakkai or Goku. Lirin, nor Dokugakuji had shown up and he wondered if Kougaiji had forgotten to put a tracing spell on the bit of jewelry.
All the better for him, he decided. He took out a cigarette and lit it up. It had been a long two weeks. Two weeks of hard work, hiding and more. The old temple needed a lot of repair, but, the Monks that had not left, which was all but three, had welcomed him when they found out who he was. He had explained the situation and asked them to keep his presence to themselves. He didn�t go to the small town to shop with them. He didn�t go out into the forest, it was encroaching upon the old temple and would soon gobble it up. However, they did fight it back several times a week. The small water garden just outside the sleeping quarters reminded him of Kizan. It was bitter and sweet memories welling all at the same time when he sat out there. He could imagine Koumyu sitting out there, sucking on his pipe, folding orange air planes and admiring them against the robin blue sky.
He had a sudden need to fold paper air planes. The smoke curled about his head and lent a mysterious smell to the air. A smell that the temple never had and would probably give him away if anyone who knew him were to visit. Doubtful. He would move on soon, he decided. But the three Monks seemed to like it here, they wanted him to stay. They were far off the beaten path of the West and he hoped that his movement here would go unnoticed.
Unless some demon attacked and he had to use the Sutra. He wished he had had enough time to get his gun from Hakkai, but, that would have wasted time. The more he thought about it, the more he knew that he would have been recaptured and punished. Demons and their Mating rituals pissed him off. In fact, it pissed him off just thinking about it.
In the distance, he could hear the drum beats of the Youkai Worshipers. Their Mistress was probably going to preach that night. He wished the drums would cease. They really gave him a headache, even more than his own longing for Goku�s �I�m Hungry! Feed me!�. Or Gojyo�s leering and Hakkai�s slightly scary smiles�when they hadn�t wanted him - the exception of Goku - as a Mate.
He wondered, this late at night when the stars shone bright and the moon threatened the sun - what it would have felt like to be their Mate. To go with their demands, to lay in their arms, to be happy. Could he ever be happy? - followed this train of thought. Had there been a time that he was happy? Maybe, once or twice, he was happy that one time Koumyu showed him the orange paper plane. He woke happy from the dream where he and Koumyu shared sake. He couldn�t remember a time when he was Happy with Goku. Or Happy with Gojyo or Hakkai. They grated on his nerves and he wanted them all to drop dead.
No, he wouldn�t have been Happy being their Mate.
If they were still intent on pursuing them. He would have to make the decision himself and not let Hakkai or Gojyo do it for him. He would do it on his own terms and let them know that he wasn�t to be pushed around. He just needed time and space to make this decision with. Goku needed to be without him for a while also, thinking about it, he realized that there was nothing healthy with Goku�s worship of him. He understood it, and for a while he thought it was perfectly normal. He had never felt that dedicated to Koumyu though. Goku�s hero-worshipping went farther than anything Sanzou had eve felt or done himself.
Goku needed to grow up and figure things out on his own. No doubt he�d stick with Hakkai and Gojyo. He�d probably learn some bad habits - but, what did he care any more? Goku was being strung along by Hakkai and though he didn�t feel nearly as angry with the Monkey as he did the Kappa and human-turned-demon. He still felt a bit betrayed. Did they actually believe that he had to be restrained in order to touch him gently? Or to care for him?
He chalked the whole thing up to being a demon thing. It hurt his head to think about for too long and too hard.
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Kougaiji let out a long, hard, angry wail. Yaone had been the lucky demon to give him the bad news. He was pissed. His mate was missing. No one had been able to find him and the rest of the Ikkou weren�t helping. They seemed to think that he was the problem. That Sanzou had taken off because he - Kougaiji - had deemed to control the Priest.
That was only part of it; it wasn�t his camp Sanzou and snuck off from in the early misty morning.
�Send everyone out to search for Sanzou, I want him found. Bring him to me when he is found and no one had better hurt him either. I will punish them severely for hurting my Mate,� he growled. Yaone bowed and went to give the orders.
Kougaiji was too angry to sit down and return to work. He was too angry to think about his step mother and her plans for his father. He was too angry to think about his Mother, though he loved her dearly. No, his only thoughts were that of an overly thin, blond haired, steely-eyed priest who went against all the rules and laws of his Kingdom. He would have to keep an eye on Sanzou when he arrived at the palace. He didn�t want the man to commit suicide or anything stupid such as that.
Growling, he continued to pace. Letting the anger swell and ebb like the ocean tide, till, he felt that he could return to work without ripping some-ones throat out.
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Goku sighed. He was hungry, and he missed Sanzou. He couldn�t feel the man through their bond. It was as if ice had frozen it over and nothing he did could break it. Sanzou didn�t want him, or the others. He had been betrayed and Goku understood. He shouldn�t have listened to Hakkai.
But�at the same time�
He really wanted to hold Sanzou. His sun, his light, his heat. All of Sanzou or nothing. This was nothing, though it didn�t feel as empty as he had always imagined it to be. It wasn�t as if he was going to die just because the man wasn�t there, beating him about the head with his dum fan of doom. He wondered if this was what �Growing up� meant. That he could survive and live without his Sun. Possibly, that was it. He wanted Sanzou near him. He wanted the man to beat him with the fan, or shoot at him, but missing by mere centimeters. He wanted�.
He wanted to see those deep purple, icy eyes - the deep golden, sun-rich hair. He wanted to long to touch it again. The soft skin. The strong lines of nose and jaw. It felt good to touch Sanzou in such a way. Nothing like how Gojyo touched Hakkai on those nights when they wanted to be alone and he heard their moans even though they had found someplace in the forest around their camp to do �the deed�.
Was that wrong?
He didn�t think so.
He�d give Sanzou a piece of his mind if they ever found him.
He doubted they would.
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It was a cold morning. The tips of his toes felt like ice as he stepped out onto the wooden porch. The pond had frozen over night and he could smell snow in the air. So frigid and unwelcome, yet a part of nature just like the sun, moon or stars. Something to be put up with, or loved - or feel nothing for at all. Just another day in the life of Shangri-la. Another empty day of his own life. One filled with self loathing and regret. Though, both feelings were a waste of space. He couldn�t deny these feelings though. They were a part of him as much as the Scriptures he kept under the nondescript, tan, Monk robes.
He breathed in the chilly air, closed his eyes and held for a moment before breathing out. He needed to concentrate, commune with the gods that cared nothing for him or those who lived in their stupid idea of Heaven on Earth. They had just been put here for entertainment. Nothing more and nothing less.
The laughter didn�t surprise him, nor the person who wore see through white silk, carried a big dick and had long black hair. A nose like his own and a wit to match tit-for-tat.
�Konzen, you are so amusing,� she/he - Kanzeon Bosatsu - laughed.
�What are you doing here?� He lent against the roof support and smoked his cigarette as he looked at the Merciful Goddess. She sighed and walked near him. It was as if she brought Winter wither her. He did not feel warm when her hand caught his. Plucked the cigarette out of his fingers. She took a long drag, then handed it back with a smirk. She let the smoke go to whirl around her head. It disappeared into the frigid air around them.
�Konzen. I am disappointed in you,� she said, softly. The words tickled his ear and he sneered.
�What do you want?� he muttered. The cigarette burnt low and he put it out on his wrist. A large burn had grown since this had started. Kanzeon didn�t say anything about this bit of self-destruction. She crossed her arms and glared at him.
�I give you three beautiful men and you turn them all down?� she asked.
�Err - wait�what�?� Sanzou blinked at her. Did she just say what he though she said.
�You heard me. I got bored and decided that you needed someone to care for you. You need to be held in someone�s arms. You need to ear. You need to stop smoking so much. You need to be taken care of. You won�t do it, and I care too much. So, I decided to do it for you,� she replied. Sanzou fidgeted. He didn�t like that. He didn�t want to think about it.
�So, what are you going to do now? Tell them where I am so they can come here and rape me and make me their Mate, which is exactly what I don�t want?� he snarled.
�Konzen, you know little of demons and their mating rituals. They won�t rape you. That isn�t what Mating is about,� she giggled and kicked back. She was waiting for the questions that obviously swirled in his mind.
�All right, I�ll bite�� he sighed and lit a cigarette, �What are the mating rituals of Demons?�
�Well, they won�t make Love to you unless you ask for it. They�ll tie you up, sometimes. I watched that and cackled the entire time. It was really funny how they punished you with ignoring you after. I loved that!� she giggled, �They�ll make you eat, they�ll care for you. Sooner or later, you�ll give in and let them fuck you,� she smiled widely at him.
�I�ll have to have a party for that one,� she winked.
�Like hell I�ll let any of them touch me again,� he muttered.
�You�re always the same, no matter what incarnation you happen to be,� she shook her head.
�What if I don�t want any of them?� he asked.
�Then I suppose I�ll have to fix things so that they don�t remember what you were supposed to be to them, but, that�s called cheating and you know how much I hate to do that,� Kanzeon yawned, as if she were bored of this all ready.
�Or,� she watched him as he put the cigarette out on his wrist again, �I could let them all know where you are, and let them fight it out. I am sure that two against one, Hakkai and Gojyo have a chance. They�ve decided to share, you know,�
�I know,� he nodded.
�Well, I�ll just have to think about it,� she cackled.
�Put it back to what it used to be. I don�t need this shit,� Sanzou snarled at her. She shook her head.
�You are the worst Sanzou priest ever, whatever am I to do with you? I might as well teach you a lesson. You can�t just tell me to do these tings,� she glared.
�Do you want me on my knees begging you or something?� he lost his bluster. His fight. Now he looked like a lost little child. She cooed and took him into her arms. He didn�t fight her, just laid his head on her shoulder and let her comfort him. His body was ice cold. She knew that if this went on any longer, he would die. He needed someone to care for him. He carried too much guilt, pain, regret, to do it himself.
�Come, let�s go back inside. Lay down and sleep, Little One,� she whispered. She led him inside. Sanzou let her. Not sure what he wanted to do. How he wanted to do it or if he even wanted to do anything. No, he didn�t even want to think. He allowed her to tuck him into the pallet. She clucked her tongue at the thinness of the blanket. Of the body she had held for such a short time herself. He did, indeed, needed someone.
�I won�t put it to rights. You need to become someone�s Mate. With all the perks and rules to go along with it,�
- - -
Jiroshen met his Mistress at the edge of the Lily Pond.
�How did it go?�
�It was worse than I had thought,� Kanzeon shook her head.
�What are you going to do?� he asked. Truly curious.
�I will care for my Little One. I will let Kougaiji, Hakkai and Gojyo know where he is and they will fight it out amongst themselves. Shangri-la won�t go to the wolves if Kougaiji is crowned King. He will make sure that Human�s and Demon�s live in peace. I see a good future with him in charge,� she explained. She took her seat.
�May I bring you some tea, oh Merciful One?�
�Yes, Jiroshen, things are going to become very interesting from here on out,� she smirked.
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The feeling was strong. Stronger than anything he had ever felt. It felt like Sanzou, once that name popped into his head, he knew it had to be Sanzou. He groaned and rolled over in the bedroll to look over at a bed-headed Hakkai whose green eyes were wide with wonder and knowing.
�Do you feel what I feel?� Gojyo whispered.
�Yes, we�ll have to follow this feeling to our Mate,� Hakkai replied with a small nod.
�Let�s feed the Monkey and get out of here, then,� Gojyo smiled. Today didn�t feel as lonely and horrible as the past fourteen had. Hakkai, also smiled, a real smile. Gojyo was happy for just that. Even if no blond head was in site.
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Kougaiji took a flying dragon as soon as the feeling came upon him. He didn�t know why all of a sudden he felt as if he were being called, but he was. He wanted to find whoever was calling him and shut them the hell up.
He had the sneaking thought that it was, in fact, Sanzou, who was calling him. But why and for what reason, he didn�t know.
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Sanzou didn�t know how he got into bed. His memories were hazy at best. The small tapping at the door had him groaning as he sat up. It slid open, Kenpou poked his slightly fuzzy head in. He smiled at Sanzou.
�Master, lunch is ready if you want to join us,� he informed the other, younger man. Kenpou was two years older, by Sanzou�s estimates. He nodded but didn�t move from his spot. Kenpou bowed and slid the door shut as he left. They all knew that Sanzou wouldn�t come and eat with them. He never did. The three wondered how he could live in such a way.
Sighing. Sanzou stood and straightened the plain robes. He wondered what Kanzeon had done, or would do. No doubts she�d just let this run its course and he�d be stuck with a Mate. Which wasn�t at all what he wanted at all. Growling, he lit up a cigarette and stepped onto the porch. It was cold and he shivered, but he didn�t care. He would have to move on.
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They missed him by two days. The Monks had been helpful once Hakkai had assured them that all they wanted to do was find their friend. They spent one night in the Temple before moving on. Unbeknownst to them, Kougaiji had better luck.
He landed his dragon in the road, in front of the Monk who wore thin robes and was bare foot.
�Sanzou�� he held out his hand, �Come to me,�
A shot rang out into the darkness.
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