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Playtime With Dr. Nii	By : RenegadeRaine Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story was written in 2011 in response to a trick-or-treat meme by BlownWish. It's my first attempt at writing in first person, and my first Saiyuki fic, and is unapologetically creepy. Enjoy! (and if you do enjoy, leave reviews, dammit!)

Playtime With Dr. Nii

I never imagined breaking him would be so easy or so dissatisfying. Oh, sure, sometimes when I come down here those violet eyes still chance a glare in my direction, but he no longer struggles when I have my way with that perfect body of his. I wish I could say it’s because he accepts my touch, likes it even, but that isn’t the case. The truth is he simply no longer cares. His spirit has been utterly crushed. That thought should please me, but I’ve discovered that broken toys don’t amuse me.

Sometimes I can get a rise out of him, I’ve learned to push his buttons. Today, however, he’s not even greeting me with that glare. No, those violet eyes are as empty as this small, uncomfortably bright room. They are lifeless, not a spark of spirit left.

This is the third day in a row that he’s been like this. And so I’ll punish him like I always do: with head-games and unwanted touches. I brush a hand through golden locks, “Hello, Sanzo, How’s my favorite little pet today?”

Those blank eyes don’t even greet me with a twitch. That face remains stone. So doll-like. Yes, he’s my living doll. If you can call this living, more like existing. He sits in this room staring into space until I’m ready to play with him. He doesn’t even eat anymore. I used to be able to coax him to at least act human when I’d bring him cigarettes. He stopped responding to those months ago. I’ve been force-feeding him through a tube for nearly 6 weeks. He’s pale, and thin, and I’m sick of looking at him.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Sanzo was the one. I was sure of it. So strong, so driven, he was the one meant to end my life. I thought that by controlling him, I would control my demise. But once again I get to be disappointed.

I tilt his head up, and press my lips to his. No resistance, no reaction whatsoever. “What’s wrong, Sanzo, not going to fight me?”

His eyes twitch toward mine, so I know he’s listening. “You know what I think?” I whisper in his ear before giving it a slow lick, “I think you don’t want to try. You know why?” I follow the lick up with a nip. Now he’s staring into my eyes but there’s no spark, no recognition, no interest at all.

I smirk cruelly at him and straighten up as I adjust my glasses. I’m such an ass sometimes. “Because if you manage to resist my control now, it means you could have resisted me then.

There it is, a small spark ignites in his gaze. It’s all I need. I latch onto it, feed it. “Tell me, Sanzo, how did it feel? When you killed your friends at my bidding?”

I fight to maintain my composure under the glee of seeing that half-hearted glare. He’s more responsive today than he has been. I decide to see how many buttons I can push.

“It was pathetically easy, wasn’t it? The Hanyou and the murderer never sensed you approaching as they slept. I bet you even sort of enjoyed pulling the trigger for once. It was a relief to be rid of the burden of being responsible for them and their emotional baggage, wasn’t it? They were both beautiful headshots, even when Hakkai woke up from the first one, he didn’t stand a chance.”

Such sadness in those eyes. Most people would, no doubt, feel sorry for him. But not me. I’m delighting in his pain. Years of tests and experiments. Failure after failure and it wasn’t until the mishap with Kogaji that I learned what I needed to do.

Kidnapping him was the hardest part. Then 3 months of chemical treatments and drug therapy before his mind succumbed to the reprogramming. I made sure to leave a little of him in tact. Just enough so that he’d be aware of what he was doing, but would be powerless to stop it.

I can’t resist the final push. “I think my favorite part was watching you strangle that little pet of yours with your bare hands. He truly believed in you until his last breath.”

That look. He can’t believe I went there. Now that the knife is in, we may as well twist it a little.

“He was so relieved to see you alive. Ran right up to you like a loyal mutt greeting its master. I think you shattered his little monkey heart while you were killing him. We both know he could’ve gotten free, but as soon as he saw the others he just gave up. What were his last words to you again…?”

He looks like he might be sick. This is too much fun to stop now.

“Oh, I remember now: ‘Forgive me’” I accentuate my tone to best mock the child-like monkey, following it with a cruel laugh. “How ridiculous. Asking for your forgiveness as you squeeze the life out of him.”

His expression is so far away. I know he’s reliving it. “How was it, by the way? Feeling his heartbeat slow under your fingers? Of all people, the one person in the world that trusted you without question, the one person you were truly responsible for?”

He’s trying to hide behind that once-pretty hair now. I sweep the dull, dirty strands back. “I suppose it does keep with your philosophy though. How did it go? Free of everything you are bound by nothing?”

Tears glisten from those eyes. He doesn’t try to hide or stop them, just lets them flow. “So I guess in a way I freed you. Pity you can’t return the favor.”

I hold my stuffed bunny in front of his face, and use the tone that irritated the hell out of the old Sanzo. “Cheer up! As Mister Nii’s toy, it’s your job to amuse him! You’re so boring!”

I really am sick of looking at this broken doll. Even after pushing all his buttons, his breakdown doesn’t move me. I sigh deeply, “Maybe you’ll do something interesting with this.”

I set it next to him, well within reach. That precious banishing gun of his, fully loaded. I stand and wait, willing him to kill me. To end my boredom once and for all.

I can’t help the snicker when he stares at it like its an alien. “You’re pathetic.” I turn, my mind already on other things as I walk away.

When I hear movement behind me I contemplate turning so I can watch. I know what he’s going to do. He’s so predictable to me now. I wonder idly how big of a mess his brains will make. Is he pointing it at his temple? Or has he got the barrel in his mouth?

I’m in the process of turning when I hear the shot. It must have scared me a bit. I seem to have lost my balance.

It’s not until I hit the floor and hear a second shot, and feel the piercing pain in my side that I understand. A third, and I’m having problems breathing. I feel so cold. My heart is slowing. my blood soaking my clothes and the floor beneath me. This is it. This is what I wanted. I’m dying. I welcome the pain of it. A fourth bullet tears through my shoulder. My vision is starting to blur, but I can see him. He’s standing over me, glaring down at me. Those violet eyes all condemnation and hatred.

He fired the fifth shot, straight into my brain, and my last thoughts fade into nothing, though I can’t help but wonder, what will he do with the last bullet?
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