Fall of Shadows
Prologue: The End Begins
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profit from Saiyuki. Pity me.
and more angst than you can shake a stick at.
(Which could be any amount, as you can’t shake sticks
at incorporeal things like angst, but I assure you, there’s still a lot of it
in here.) Also?
darkness thing. It
Don’t say you weren’t warned.
‘Cause you just were.
what Ni does to Kougaiji in the manga, the storyline that gets resolved in
volumes two & three of Reload. (It’s
also in the anime for Reload, but I can’t recall just where offhand.)
and moreover you don’t want to know,
then you may want to skip reading this.
Just for your own good.
take liberties with the actual plotline.
That’s kinda how this story of mine formed.
it, in fact) belongs with darthelwig, for throwing out the comment that led to
this horrible plotbunny.
When the inevitable flames come, I’m using them to burn your eyelashes
off, sis. (I kid, I kid!
Heh.)
Enjoy. Peace, all.
Fall of Shadows
“We can’t do
this, Kou. It’s insane.”
A glance from lucid but deadened purple eyes
silenced Dokugakuji quite effectively.
Kougaiji had changed, since he’d been left in Ni’s dubious ‘care’ (
myriad amount of ways – ways that pleased Dokugakuji not at all.
Like this,
for instance.
They were walking into the makeshift tent some of
Kougaiji’s subordinates had set up amid the trees when Kougaiji turned to him
and spoke, surprising him – he’d thought their brief pseudo-conversation over.
“Remember,” Kougaiji said tersely, “we do whatever
Lady Gyokumen Koushu commands.”
Dokugakuji thought, but he knew better than to say it aloud.
Kougaiji really was different.
They entered the tent, him holding the flap open
for a gruff Kougaiji before entering himself and letting it fall shut behind
him, putting all his pressing thoughts out of his head.
The sight before him helped with that.
The first thing he saw, once his eyes adjusted to
the dim, flickering light of the two kerosene lamps spaced throughout the tent,
was gold.
darkness trying to overtake the tent.
Even beaten and bound and blood-spattered, even in
the half-dark of this cold place, Genjyo Sanzo was beautiful.
Which (as sick as it probably meant he was for
thinking such a thing at such a time) made this a hell of a lot easier.
Kougaiji knelt by Sanzo’s head, and for a moment
Dokugakuji thought it looked like he was going to do something
slapped Sanzo awake.
If Sanzo awoke somewhat less than pleased, it was completely understandable.
“This is ridiculous,” he growled low in his throat,
voice even more gritty than usual from grogginess, pain – and possibly a drug
(or two) in his system. Dokugakuji
wouldn’t put anything past Ni-
And it was his
puppet Kougaiji had really become.
When no one answered him, Sanzo snarled, “let.
Emotionlessly, Kougaiji slapped him again, making
Sanzo’s head snap to the side, blond hair flying, glittering in the dim
light. Dokugakuji felt suddenly sick.
“I do as my Lady commands,” Kougaiji said
tonelessly.
who do I obey, Kou?
Dokugakuji resisted the urge to put his head in his
hands; he was as much a party to this as Kougaiji was.
doing this for you?
As Kougaiji began methodically stripping the bound
Sanzo, Dokugakuji gulped back the bile rising in his throat.
that just my excuse?