Forgotten Buddha (re-post) | By : talxthorn Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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TITLE: Forgotten Buddha
AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)
FANDOM: Saiyuki
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Yaoi, Xover, AU, some OOC moments, BDSM, ANGST
SUMMARY: Hakkai's hidden feelings are used to trap the four
travelers in what we like to refer to as the Wild West show from Hell. Unnaturally
close quarters and the pressure of one of the Ikkou's inevitable demise should
they not cooperate force the boys to examine their feelings for one another.
Main pairing is Sanzo/Hakkai, but most other combinations are implied &/or
explored. Some YuYu Hakusho villains borrowed for flavor and an original
character or two thrown in for spice.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This tale is set after the end of the original
anime series but before the start of Reload. We had a lot of fun with this one
and hope you have fun reading it. Our beta PTK would insist, if she had
anything to do with this introduction, that we tell you there is a happy ending
for at least half the cast of our story. The other half... Well, it seems they
have fallen victim to our Gel-Pens of Dooooom (Tal snickers at inside joke,
thorn rolls his eyes and tries to finish intro)
Hope you have as much fun reading this one as we had writing it!
We LOVE reviews and flames aren't bad either as we haven't paid the heating
bill this month ;)
DISCLAIMER: The characters used belong to someone who is not us.
The only gain we get from this is the dirty thrill of using and abusing someone
else's hottie bishies. I repeat; we don't own anything or anyone in our fic
that happens to belong to someone else. As for everything else, we've already
called DIBS, so tough! :P
Chapter 3: I’d Sure Hate to Break Down Here
“This is so dull,”
the blonde man shed his dark duster jacket and flopped down on the couch.
He looked over at the shorter man who was pouring himself a drink. “When
will we get to play with something worthwhile?”
“Soon enough.
The Buddhist only has one more day before his life is forfeit.”
“But what if he finds
replacements?” The blonde asked.
A knock
sounded. A secret nervous knock.
“What?” the short man
called.
The evil Sanzo opened
the door looking a bit more worn and definitely a lot less sinister than when
he’d accosted Hakkai. He got down on one knee. “I have done as you
requested. Four replacements. All gifted with different
strengths. Being stripped of their weapons as we speak. And,” he
looked directly into the small man’s eyes before casting his eyes down.
“They are all beautiful, worthy playthings.”
“Unlike your party,”
the blonde muttered, standing and moving to pour himself a drink.
The dark-haired man
nodded. “Once we confirm what you say, then you and what remains of your
party will be free.” He turned to the blonde. “Happy now,
Suzaku?” He moved and stood behind the demon, putting an arm around his
waist.
“Maybe, we’ll see.”
“Hiei, there is more
that might interest you. One is human but that is not the best part.
The other three are demons who choose to side with humans.” The
evil Sanzo groveled, hoping his tormentors would be pleased. “Your least
favorite kind of demon.”
“Well, perhaps it was
wise to keep you alive.” A third voice joined in the taunting of the
monk. From a doorway behind the evil Sanzo, a white-haired demon entered,
golden eyes taking in everything.
“You’re back,
Yoko.” Hiei said, smiling. Well, smirking less sinisterly anyway.
“Yes,” the tall demon
threw himself down on a low cushioned lounge. He writhed around until
he’d shed his mid-length plum jacket. “It’s frightfully dull around
here,” He flicked his golden eyes to the monk. “You had better not be
lying, High Priest Hatsu Sanzo…I hate being lied to.” Yoko narrowed his
eyes.
“It’s not a lie.
Send a scout. They should be less than a mile outside the southern
border,” the priest stood timidly. “Now if you have no further need of me
I’ll be on my way. I have other enemies who could come for me at any
moment. Enjoy your sick games and pray I never come across you when I’m
at full power. The outcome might be much different.” He headed for
the door too frightened to look back.
“Remember, Priest,”
Yoko said to his back. “I can smell a monk from miles away. You
can’t run far or fast enough.”
“Oh good god,” Suzaku
muttered, just before downing his drink. “You should teach your pet some
manners, Hiei.”
Hiei gave Yoko a look
Suzaku couldn’t read. “Don’t think I haven’t tried,” the ninja-demon
muttered. “Repeatedly.”
Hatsu made a mental
note of the unrest in Hiei’s band of comrades. It could point out a sore
spot he could use to get even with them all. He’d lost the one thing he
could not bear to lose to their little game and wouldn’t forgive or forget
easily. He slipped out the door and headed in the direction he’d led Hakkai
to take.
Clouds of dust from
far off told him the villagers had already become aware of Sanzo’s group and
were on their way to welcome their new saviors. He’d better move faster.
“Onyx!” He
called out. A mid-sized black-scaled dragon appeared and settled beside
him. He grabbed a tuft of fur and climbed on directing the dragon to
where he needed to go.
Hakkai sat on the
ground. Hakaryu was chasing a cricket nearby. He stared at the
objects laid out in front of him. They were most likely the most prized
possessions of his friends. He was a sleaze of the worst kind. But
maybe they’d understand if they knew. If he could say how awful it would
be to lose Sanzo to the imprisonment of the temple. But, he couldn’t say.
He wasn’t brave enough.
Leaving Onyx a safe
distance away, the evil Sanzo priest approached Hakkai dragging along several
wooden boxes engraved with runes. “Wasn’t as difficult as you thought I
see?”
“Circumstances were
in your favor,” Hakkai replied, not bothering to stand. He called Hakaryu
to him and nuzzled the dragon affectionately. “Hakaryu, I want you to go
with this nice monk and behave yourself for a little while. Okay?”
Hakaryu chirped, nipped Hakkai’s ear then flew up to perch on the monk’s
shoulder, singing happily. “Be kind to him. He’s just a baby.”
“Hmmm.” Hatsu
brought the first box over and opened it. It was layered in soft silk,
reminiscent of a coffin. “If you would set Nyouibou in here. It’s
enchanted so when Goku calls it to him it will not be able to respond.”
He pointed to the next box. “We’ll do the same for Gojyo’s scythe.
We can’t be too careful.”
“Right,” Hakkai did
as he asked, looking a bit ill as he did so.
The monk triple
locked the two cases. “Good. Good.” He pulled a gilded scroll
holder out of his robe and threw it to Hakkai. “You know what to do.”
Sanzo stirred in his
sleep rolling towards Hakkai, his hand fell on the scripture. “It’s only
paper but you’ve made it so much more.” He spoke to the phantoms of his
dream memories. “There is a wisdom I can not understand in your ways.
Wisdom I can believe in. You, I will choose to trust.” Young
Kouryou speaking to his master but the words could have been a message to
Hakkai.
“Right,” Hakkai
gently lifted Sanzo’s hand from the scripture. “You’ve never been good at
seeing the true hearts of those around you, my friend.” Hakkai whispered
to the sleeping Sanzo. He tossed the scroll holder to Hatsu.
“There. Now go. They’ll wake soon.”
“Ah...ah...ah,” the
monk admonished. “One more thing.” He pointed to the banishing
gun. “I want a complete set.”
Hakkai lifted the
gun, barrel pointed at the monk. It’d be so easy…so very easy.
“Here.” He tossed the gun to the monk. “Happy now?”
Unconcerned, the monk
dumped the bullets out all over the desert floor and stuffed the gun in his
robes. Blowing sand quickly buried them. “Ecstatic. Good luck
then. You’ll need it. The welcoming committee has already started
out.” He left, dragging away the most sacred things Hakkai’s companions
owned chuckling.
“Fabulous,” Hakkai
muttered. “Sanzo?” He poked the monk, who was nearly lying in his
lap. “You awake?” He looked to the other two. “Gojyo?
Goku?” Good, he thought, tearing his sash off, and popping one of
the clasps on his shirt. Rubbing dirt on his clothes and face, and
tearing a few holes in his pants and shirt Hakkai lay down next to Sanzo.
“God, I sicken myself.”
“Well they seem to be takin
a nap but other than that I think they’ll do.” An older man with a bushy
moustache was poking Hakkai with a stick. Several wagons of townsfolk
waited for his assessment. “You there, wake up.”
Hakkai cracked one
green eye open. “Is that necessary?”
Goku was
stirring. “Mmm…breakfast?”
“Which one of you
young’uns is the leader?” The older man said congenially.
“Ma! Ma! Get out here and meet these nice boys.”
“Leader?” Goku
looked about, slightly confused. “I guess that’d be Sanzo.”
“Aw, fuck me. I
woke up in Mayberry.” Gojyo muttered, rubbing his head as he sat up.
“Which one of you is
Sanyo then.” Another wiry old man with a cane asked. “If it’d be
that one there.” Sanzo was still sleeping. “Then we’ll have to
settle for whichever of y’all’s willin to make a tiny teeny decision.”
“Being?” Hakkai
slowly stood.
“Well, you see we’ve
got a mighty big problem, Mister. And we need to ask for your
help.” As the man talked, Ma approached the other three.
“Aw, Pa, these’uns could use some of my corn bread and homemade strawberry
jam.”
“Land sakes Ma, I’m tryin
to ask these boys a question. Now, which one of you is most indispensable
to your group cause he can ride in the wagon while the rest of us walk.”
“Sanzo isn’t awake
yet. Let’s put him in the wagon,” Hakkai spoke up before Gojyo could
crawl into the wagon.
“You heard him Ma,
that one there, Sonya.”
Ma proceeded to pull
out a strange looking badge and pin it on Sanzo’s sleeping form. Then the
sweet little old woman pressed a button. The small syringe that plunged
into him brought Sanzo around. “Sorry, honey. But you’ve been
deputized.”
“What the fuck!”
Sanzo gasped grabbing his chest.
Ma slapped his
face. “Such language.”
Sanzo grabbed her
arm. “Look, Granny, I don’t know what farm you just walked in from but if
I want to say fuck after someone stabs me, I will.” He was in rare
spirits. “Hakkai, did you use your chi energy to turn these demons into
the tenants of a nursing home or am I just hallucinating?”
“Nope, the demons are
gone. These folks just got here,” Hakkai smiled, though he looked as
though he were about to cry or scream.
“Sanzo!” Goku
knelt in front of Sanzo. “Are you ok Sanzo? That looked like it
really hurt…” He looked up at the woman. “What did you do to
Sanzo?!”
“Here, sonny,” she
handed Goku a badge free of syringes. “You want this if you don’t want
your friend to die.” Then she went and graciously gave one to
Gojyo. Walking up to the remaining member. “Hakkai, is it?
Well, you get this big shiny one because you’re the new sheriff.”
“Oh, I got it.”
Sanzo looked at Sheriff Hakkai. “You set up Goku’s birthday present early
and we’ve all been transported to Frontiertown.” He stood up Goku in
tow. “Very sneaky.”
“Yeah, don’t I wish,”
Hakkai muttered.
“What do you mean, if
I don’t want Sanzo to die?” Goku’s eyes were huge, and looked ready to
spill over with tears.
“Well, young man,”
the spindly geriatric began. “When Bessie…Ma, here, gave him his badge…he
was given a dose of a powerful poison. Round about suppertime he’ll start
feeling weak…forget things…drop things…”
Sanzo annoyed cut him
off. “Apparently they’ve infected me with the same disease they all
have…and being senile can be deadly.”
“It’s more serious
than that. If you don’t ingest the antidote, you’ll be dead before the
rooster crows. The only time the one and only bottle of antidote is
available is when the time lock breaks at midnight.
Then you’ve got a fifteen-minute window of opportunity to take it.
There’s just enough poison pumping in your veins that even with the antidote it
will start to multiply and by nightfall become deadly again.”
“So which one of you
morons told them to prick me?” Sanzo looked from one to the other.
Goku wrapped both
arms around Sanzo’s waist and glared angrily at Hakkai then the people then
back to Hakkai. “We’ll never be able to leave,” he muttered. “Sanzo
will be sick forever!”
“Perhaps, but you’ll
be keeping us and our young’uns safe from the evil demon outlaws and if you
ever truly beat them we’ll research a way to cure him.” Pa said simply.
“You jabbed him
without knowing the cure?” Gojyo asked in disbelief. “Good God, but
you people are stupid.”
“Sanzo.” Goku
half-sobbed.
The spindly man
stepped forward, two little children behind him carrying items. “Now we
don’t want you to be defenseless so here. These belonged to our last set
of lawmen. Sheriff, choose your weapon.”
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