Fantasies

This story was originally titled “Red As Blood” but was changed to “Fantasies” after the prologue, and the first chapter was finished. Just a note. ^-^

Saiyuki, and all its contents, don’t belong to me. They belong to their respective creators. I make no money from this fiction, it’s just an entertainment piece conjured up by my twisted little mind. That’s all. Sorry. ^_~

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Mostly 8/5/8, with some mild 3/9/3 thrown in there. Misc. random pairing warning!

Warnings: A lot of boy x boy love (yaoi/shonen ai) in the series itself, especially in late chapters. XD! You\'ve been warned.

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-= Fantasies =-

Prologue


There was a time when I was happy. It hadn’t really been so long ago, had it? How many years? Two... three... four... I think I lost count... or perhaps I just wish I had. For me, sometimes it was so unbelievable, this happiness. A fantasy meant to be told to women and children, something to brighten a hard day of housework or to get them to more easily fall asleep. Oh, but other times it was a fantasy even I lusted to once more, to once more obtain... to once more live within. But those days of happiness were far over.


Now, there were only memories. There was only red.


I could only see red. Only the blood red. Gods, it covered everything. Nothing was left untouched. It was darker in some places, however, like my hands for instance. Each finger, each nail, each line of palm... stained a horrid, most explicit shade of crimson. Tainted with the blood red smears that would seem to forever haunt my existence, but I could hardly keep from staring at those hands.

I could still see it, even now, so many years afterward. I could still feel it, warm and sticky upon my skin, so fresh, so new. I’d thought I’d been forgiven, that perhaps my sin was vanquished, that I’d done enough to repent for those lives lost, those lives destroyed. But still, the red was there, dark and warm. A constant reminder.

Would it ever truly go away? It was always there, that reminder. It was a memory, I suppose, of a mistake, a flaw... of a past that couldn’t, or shouldn’t, be forgotten.

Gods, it wouldn’t leave me alone!



tbc....