Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Living on Empty ❯ In captivity ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

 

Living on Empty 5

Kougaiji

 

 

Hakkai walks over to Gojyo and puts his arm around him. “Don't worry, we'll find him. They couldn't have gotten very far.”

 

Goku puts his nyoi-bo away and looks at Gojyo with his head cocked to the side. “Are you crying Gojyo?” He walks up to him and touches his face, tentatively.

 

Gojyo glares down at him as he slaps his hand away, “I just got something in my eyes. What the hell would I be crying about?” He wipes his face because he was indeed crying, and not aware of it.

 

Hakkai looks over at him as Hakuryu flies onto his shoulder. He reaches up stroking the small dragon's head and tells the others. “It would seem as though this was a set-up. I think what they wanted to do was capture Sanzo. What do you think, Gojyo?”

 

“I don't know what to think right now. For all we know he may still be around here somewhere. We need to spread out and search the entire area first. He might be hurt and unconscious. If we cannot find him, then we will go with the worst-case scenario. If they wanted the Manten scriptures, they wouldn't have taken him. Anyway let's split up and look for him, okay?”

 

Goku nods and takes off among the trees while the others head out in different directions.

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Sanzo wakes up with a sore throat and one hand chained to a wall. He tries to move and can feel the chains as it pulls against him in protest. He looks around the cell wondering where he is.

 

He sighs and sits up moving his other hand to his throat. He is thirsty and angry, in that order. He can feel his cigarettes as they slip out of his sleeve to the floor next to him. He picks them up, reaches into his other sleeve, and pulls out his lighter. However, before he can assault his lungs with the arid smoke he hears someone walk up to the door. He lays the lighter down and watches to see who comes in.

 

As the footsteps pause and then past by, he wants to call out but thinks better of it. He is wondering if the others are there or if he is the only one captured.

 

He leans back against the wall and lights a cigarette. As he inhales, the harsh smoke burns his already sore throat and he coughs as he gasps for air.

 

He is choking from the smoke as the door slowly opens. He cannot look up to see who is standing in the doorway, since his eyes are watering and there is a flare in his face. The one holding it is in the shadow of the flame.

 

“Bring the water jug, quickly!”

 

Through the pain and darkness, he tries to recognize the voice. He gasps trying to get his coughing under control. That voice! He knows that voice! Could it be…no! He would have no reason to do something like this!

 

“Your smoking is going to be the death of you monk! Give me the cigarette, now!” He walks in and takes the cigarette from the monk's lax fingers and steps on it. He bends down and taking the jug from the guard, tilts Sanzo's head back and helps him to take a small swallow of water.

 

“You should know better than to try and smoke at a time like this. Do you want some more?” He brings the jug back to his lips as Sanzo turns to him, knocking it out of his hand.

 

“Why am I here? Where the hell is this place?” He knows who it is now. He will never forget that warm breath on the side of his neck.

 

“I see you are feeling better.” He picks up the jug and hands it back to the guard. “You can wait outside for now.”

 

The guard looks at the monk and the scowl on his face, “But…sir what if he tries something?”

 

“I'll be fine, now leave us. Go…and make sure my orders are carried out.” The red-haired prince turns back to Sanzo and smiles. “Now monk, you are at my mercy, aren't you. Your friends must be frantic wondering where you are, but don't worry I will take very good care of you.”

 

He stands and as Sanzo glares up at him, he laughs. “For such a pretty face you certainly know how to make it look menacing.” He bends down again and cups his chin in his hand causing Sanzo to look up at him, “You forget monk, I'm not threaten by you in the least. Actually…I want you to fight me. Taking you and making you mine, will only make it that much, sweeter.”

 

“You bastard! I will never belong to you! Let me out of here, now!” Sanzo lashes out with his free hand but Kougaiji throws his hand up knocking his fist away, as if he was batting a fly. He stands and looks down at Sanzo, smiling.

 

“I see you do plan on making it exciting for me. Yes, this is going to be pleasurable. You may fight me now but we will see how you feel later, when you are moaning under me, begging me not to stop. I like men with as much pride as you. I am going to crush it and make you feel as if you cannot live without me. Yes Sanzo, you will be mine, make no mistake about it.”

 

He turns, walks out of the cell and the door slams behind him, leaving Sanzo back in semi-darkness. He looks up at the lone window with bars across them, wondering if the others are okay. He can see the crescent shaped moon, as it glows in the dark sky. How long has he been in this place? They started out in mid morning and when the ikkou attacked, it was noon.

 

According to how high the sun was in the sky and now looking at the small scattering of the stars it is late evening. He sighs and leans back against the wall. `This just sucks! What is Gojyo doing right now? He has to be worried out of his mind, not to mention the monkey!'

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“Is anyone out there? Tell Kougaiji, I want to talk to him and bring me something to drink!” He looks at the opening in the door as a face appears. “Keep it down in here and address our prince in a manner that is befitting him, you insolent human!”

 

A green haired kappa opens the door and tosses a jug made of animal skin to Sanzo. “That's all you get, until our prince says otherwise!” He slams it shut and Sanzo can hear the key as it turns in the lock.

 

He reaches out, grabs the jug, and brings it to his mouth. He drinks and lets the rest of it run down his face. His throat is a little sore but other than that, he is in one piece. Now he realizes what Gojyo was trying to tell him is true. He should have been on his guard. However, how was he to know, the prince would pull something like this. He has always been fair and above board when dealing with them. Never in a million years would something like this have crossed his mind. Surely, the prince is above kidnapping someone to make them his sex slave…right.

 

He looks up as the door opens once again and two guards come in. He is pulled to his feet and the manacle taken off his wrist. He rubs it with his other hand as he waits to see what is to happen next.

 

They both take hold of each of his arms and try to pull him out of the cell. He pulls back and snatches his arms away. “You won't have any trouble out of me, so keep your filthy hands to yourself!” He straightens his robes and walks out in front of them. He stands by the door as they close the cell, eyeing him cautiously. The blonde haired monk folds his arms across his chest and stares back at them.

 

“This way and don't dawdle, we may not have permission to thrash you but if you give us any trouble or try to run, you'll be sorry.” He glares at the monk wishing he could punch him at least once, for the ikkou, he and his own kappas have sent to the great beyond.

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Kougaiji waits on his long, silk draped, couch for them to bring the monk in. He has had dinner prepared for him and some wine to make him relax. He looks over everything and glances at the big bed that is heavily covered in gauze from prying eyes. The room is large as is fitting for a prince, with coverings on the walls in various silks of all colors. He leans back on the chaise lounge eating an apple waiting in anticipation.

 

There is a knock on the big double doors before they are open, by one of the guards. They escort the blonde-haired man in, with one in front and one behind him. They both move to stand on either side of him and bow.

 

He sits up as he looks at the monk with a smirk on his face. “You may leave me now and I don't want to be disturbed any more tonight, you may retire.” He gets up and walks to the door as they leave out. He locks it from the inside, throws the key up, and catches it while smiling at the confused monk.

 

“I assume you are hungry, Priest Sanzo? I had my servants prepare a light meal for you. Come to the table and have a seat, please.”

 

Sanzo walks over to the table and takes a seat. Kou looks at him in surprise, he expected the monk to put up a token resistance to his invitation. Well, he never ceases to amaze him and that is one of the reasons he wants him so badly. The monk is a contradictory person with a quick temper to boot and the last thing he wants right now is to argue with him over dinner, but he is ready.

 

“I hope everything is to your liking, if not I can have them bring something else. He looks over at the monk from the other side of the small table laden with meat buns, ham, shrimp, rice and pastries. There are three kinds of wine and water. Sanzo looks at the food before him and clears his throat.

 

He reaches for a roll and looks at the prince as he sits across from him, “Where is you shadow? I'm surprised he isn't lurking around here somewhere.” He breaks off a piece of the bun and puts it in his mouth marveling at the taste.

 

“I don't always need others with me. Besides, I don't want anyone to know where you are, aside from the ones that are here right now. If you remember, Doku and the hanyou are brothers. I don't want him to slip and let your whereabouts known.” He gives Sanzo a wicked smile, “I have plans for you and when you want to keep a secret you should keep it to yourself…am I right?”

 

Sanzo looks at him and frowns, “Just how long do you plan on keeping me your…secret? Is it the scriptures you're after, Kougaiji?” He knows that in his heart of hearts the scriptures is not what he wants, but he has to buy himself some time, to figure this all out.

 

“I'll keep you as long as I see fit and if it were the scriptures I wanted, I could have taken them when you were first brought to me unconscious. I think you have a good idea of what it is I want.

 

Kougaiji leans over, fills the monk's glass with some of the wine, and then fills his own. “You may as well relax Sanzo; I want to taste what the hanyou has tasted.” He leans back as he sips on his wine watching the expression on the monk's face. Whenever you said something he didn't like he explodes, all you have to do is watch his eyes.

 

The blonde priest looks at him, as he raises the glass to his lips. He narrows his eyes at the prince but keeps his silence. He knows Kougaiji wants to see him lose his temper but he is not going to give him the satisfaction. He looks down at his plate with barely compressed fury. He almost chokes on his wine but he coughs into his linen napkin.

 

He clears his throat and raises his head up, “What's going to happen when your people start to miss you. They may come here looking for you and then what are you going to do?” Sanzo picks up one of the shrimp. He bites down on it before putting the rest in his mouth, chewing slowly.

 

The ikkou prince chuckles, “Don't worry about my people, they are of no concern to you. You should worry about yourself, monk and the situation you're in.” Kou watches the monk's mouth and licks his own lips. `I can't wait to plunder those sweet, sweet lips my sensual monk.'

 

The prince stands and walks by the floor length mirror that stands by a covered part of the wall. He turns to Sanzo and smiles as he pulls the curtain back. “I took the liberty of having them draw a bath for you. I think this may help you to relax after your, dinner.”

 

He walks back to the table, picks up his glass, and downs the contents. He wipes his mouth and smiles down at Sanzo. “I will leave you alone for now. I have other business to attend too.”

 

He walks behind the blonde-haired man and runs his fingers through his hair as he leans down close to his ear and whispers, “Even as sweaty as you are, you still smell delicious to me.”

 

He walks over and unlocks the door and after slipping through it, he locks it from the outside.

 

Sanzo sits at the table in such a fury at being at his mercy, the wine stem breaks in his hand. He drops it and stands sweeping the food off the table, making it crash to the floor. He kicks the chair over and pulls the table up at the end and it crashes over on its side.

 

The door opens and two of the guards run in, sees the mess, and backs up at the look on his face. “We have to report this too the prince at once! You are in for a world of trouble, monk! You will clean this up at once or I'm taking you back to your cell, maybe you would like that better then this.”

 

Sanzo crouches and looks at the two guards, “Make me, you ass-holes! I dare you!”

 

One of the guards backs up out the door and runs down the hall while the other is at a lost as to what to do with the raging monk. They have strict orders; he is not to be harmed in any way. He backs up too the door also and slams it shut.

 

Sanzo stands in the middle of the room, heaving at the physical exertion of letting off steam in such a way, that he wants to kill or destroy something. All he can think about is Gojyo looking for him and in a panic. The hanyou does not like to be away from him too long and when he is, he always seeks him out with some pretext or another just to be by his side. In addition, the monkey is probably sulking and ready to comb the countryside trying to find him. This is so fucked up that it is hard for him to wrap his head around it.

 

Why does Kou think he can get away with kidnapping him? The scriptures were one thing to want in his possession, but him. He must have lost his mind and he didn't tell anyone of his plans, at least not the ones close to him. He knows the others would never agree to something like this. He turns as he hears the heavy doors open once again.

 

The prince strolls in and surveys the damage. He turns to the guard, “Have someone come in and clean this mess up.” He looks at the monk as he walks towards him, “I guess you weren't so calm after all. It's no problem, I see you rather, I not leave you for the evening. I assume you want a good night's sleep after such a tiring day, but I see I am mistaken.”

 

He grabs the blonde-haired man by the arms and pulls him to his chest. He holds both his hands behind his back and his face is close to him. He is so close the monk can once again feel his warm breath against his cheek.

 

Kougaiji takes his other hand and cups the monk's chin, pulling his head upward. I would rather not force you to do anything but you may as well get use to this being your home for now. Since you do not want to eat, perhaps you should wash your body…unless you want me to do it.” He releases Sanzo's chin and slides his hand down the front of his robes. “You should want to get out of these clothes, so they can be cleaned for you.”

 

He releases Sanzo's hands and he takes a swing at the prince. Kou takes a quick step back and chuckles, “You must be feeling better. Your temper has come back along with your illusion you can some how fight your way out of here. In a few minutes, you will be drowsy so save your strength. Yaone is very good with her potions and just a drop swirling around the glass, your wine was in is all it takes.”

 

He watches the monk as he starts to sway in the middle of the floor. He has a smirk on his face, as he walks over to Sanzo and pushes him down on the long lounger. The other ikkou come in, clean up the mess, and pick up the table and chairs. They clean so fast, the monk scarcely notices their presence. He lies back on the lounger and groans. He looks up at the prince with his eyes barely open.

 

“Is this your idea of me relaxing and taking a bath? You want me to pass out in the tub and drown?” He can feel the effects of the drug but it is not as bad as the prince thinks. He has to bide his time and find a way to escape. If no one knows where he is then he knows the others will not be coming.

 

The red-haired prince walks over to the tub and looks back at the monk. He sits on the side and lets his fingers ripple through the warm water. I think you will enjoy this, the temperature is just right. Do you need me to help you undress?”

 

Sanzo stands and slips out of his robe, letting it fall to the floor. He stands in his leather shirt and jeans. His body is toned and fit from all the fighting with the ikkou, and Kou can see the ripples of his muscles. He licks his lips in anticipation of making all that squirm under him. He walks over to Sanzo, looks at his robe on the floor, and picks it up. When he looks back up Sanzo has taken the leather shirt off and is pulling off his sleeves. The hard muscles ripple with each movement of his body. The prince stands fascinated as he watches the monk while he disrobes.

 

He drops everything on the floor and is about to take off his pants when he looks up meeting Kou's eyes. They both stare at each other for a moment that seems like hours. He stands with his hand at the button on his jeans and frowns at the prince. Sanzo takes a step back as he watches the prince with narrowed eyes. Kougaiji takes a step forward and slaps his hand away from his pants.

 

“Wait until I leave, because I don't think I can control myself. When you take them off hand them to one of the guards. They will have them cleaned for you.” His voice sounds husky to his own ears as he spins around and walks out the door. Sanzo looks at the door as it closes and smirks.

 

`Just as I thought, he can't force himself on me even if he talks as if he can. Maybe I can talk him out of this after all.'

 

He slides his jeans over his hips, walks nude to the door, and throws the pants to the guard. He walks over to the tub, eases down in it, and sighs as the warm water swirls around his tired body. He starts to think about Gojyo as he closes his eyes, wishing the hanyou were with him now.

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Gojyo picks up Sanzo's gun and looks around for him. Goku comes up besides him and looks at shoureiju in his hand. “That's Sanzo's, where did you find it?” He looks around as if the monk may be close by.

 

“By the trees over there.” He indicates a grove of trees by a hill. He walks over to the hill following what looks to be lone footprints going up. They lead upward to the hill. He and the monkey follow them to the top and they see a second set of prints. Goku looks down and says, “He was taken from here. There are no other prints so he had to be taken away. See how the prints are deep leading up to this spot and then not that deep going down. What do you think, Gojyo?”

 

“I'm beginning to think he was kidnapped, and I have a pretty good idea who did this, too. Let's head back down and find Hakkai.” They both retrace their steps as they go back down the hill.

 

Hakkai is waiting for them when they come down. “Did you find anything up there?” He looks at the two anxiously.

 

“I found his gun at the foot of this hill and when we followed the footprints up to the top, we could tell he has been kidnapped. I have a good idea it was that fuckin, dog-faced prince. He is the only one that would have the nerve to do something like this.”

 

Hakkai and Goku look at him and Goku asks, “Why would Kougaiji take Sanzo? All he does is try for the scriptures. This doesn't make sense to me.”

 

The red-haired half ikkou looks up from the gun and in Hakkai's face. He pulls out his cigarettes and lights one. He takes a deep pull before he answers. “Remember when I told you how he has been watching the monk lately? Well I think he acted on his feelings.” He takes the gun and slides it in his pocket, as he looks at the other two.

 

““Let's find an inn so we can regroup. Then we can decide what to do from there. Gojyo, do you know how to get in touch with Doku?” Hakkai gives him and Goku a small smile. “Maybe we will tell you when you're older about why something like this happens, Goku.”

 

Gojyo chuckles at the monkey and looks over at his best friend, “I've never been to the palace before but it shouldn't be too hard to find. However, I don't think he is there but I could be wrong.” He rubs the back of his neck as Goku looks from one to the other.

 

“If we have to storm the place, I'm all for it. This time I'm not going to go easy on Kougaiji for kidnapping Sanzo! Let's go now! Why do we have to wait?”

 

Hakuryu is set down and he turns into his second form. Hakkai gets behind the wheel and tells the others to get in. He turns to Goku and tells him, “We don't know for sure if he is there, Goku. What we need to do now is see if there has been a reward for Sanzo's capture. It should be easy enough if we just listen to what the other ikkou have to say.”

 

“If I find out that that bastard has taken him he is going to have hell to pay!” The hanyou glares through the window as the quiet ikkou starts the jeep up and turn around for the town they have just left.

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