A Brand New Life

Disclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki or any of the guys. That honor belongs to Kazuya Minekura. The original characters are my own creations.

Lemons near the end of this chapter! If sexy Hakkai is what you enjoy, this will be right up your alley! If you don’t like lemons or sexual situations…please find another story to read!


I would like to thank all of my readers who waited sooooo patiently for this chapter to come out. You are all terrific and I appreciate all of you!!!


Hakkai woke up before Yuuko did. He could tell it was nearing dawn. Yuuko had moved from his arms some time in the night. She was sprawled out on his large bed, on her back. Her arm was thrown over him and she was mumbling in her sleep. He rolled to his side to watch her. She giggled in her sleep. Hakkai smiled and pushed her hair out of her face. She moved her hand, as if she was batting a fly.

She rolled over to her side, facing Hakkai. He kissed her forehead. She nuzzled his chest. Hakkai was content to stay like this, watching her, until she woke up. She started to stir, her eyes opening. She stared at Hakkai.

“Am I dreaming?” She pushed herself up on her elbow, her hair falling around them. Hakkai pushed her hair back behind her ear.

“No, you’re not dreaming.” He softly kissed her.

Yuuko’s eyes opened wide as she realized that she had slept with Hakkai all night. Her grandfather would be worried about her. Not only would he wonder where she was all night, he probably would be angry at her for staying at Hakkai’s all night.

Hakkai noticed the look on her face. Her face was an open book, so easy to read. He could tell she was worried and she would probably be mad once he told her what he had done late last night.

He had sent Hakuryu to her grandfather’s house with a note, telling Daisuke that Yuuko was with him and was safe, adding that she was very tired and she fell asleep at his house and he didn’t want to disturb her. Hakkai hadn’t seen if Hakuryu had brought back an answer.

As if the little white dragon could read his thoughts, Hakkai heard the beat of wings as Hakuryu made his way upstairs. Hakkai saw a folded piece of paper clutched in the dragon’s talons. Hakuryu landed on the bed, next to Yuuko. Hakkai tried to grab the paper, but Yuuko was too fast. She opened the paper and read silently. She groaned and handed the paper to Hakkai. He read silently and covered his face with his arm when he was done. His body shook with laughter.

“Dearest Yuuko and her soon to be husband, Hakkai-san. You have chosen well, Granddaughter. From what Goku has told me about Hakkai-san, I am happy with your choice for a husband.

However, you are not married yet. I expect to see you back here when you wake up, with Hakkai-san. I would like to have a word with you both.

Much love from your Grandfather.”

“How can you laugh at a time like this? Do you know what kind of lecture I’m going to get when I get home?” Yuuko leapt from the bed, forgetting she was still nude. She paced the room, arms waving as she talked. “Grandfather is going to be so mad at me! I spent the night with you!” She gasped. “What if he knows we…um…well, you know.” Still pacing the room, Yuuko spoke again. “Grandfather called you my ‘soon to be husband’. From the way that sounds, he’s going to make you marry me! That can’t happen! I mean, I love you and all but he can’t force you to marry me! What year does he think this is? The 1500’s?

Hakkai shifted to his side, his head propped up on his arm. He reached to the table next to the bed and put on his monocle. He was smiling. Yuuko’s hair was in disarray, her body was flushed with emotion and Hakkai was tempted to grab her. He gave in to that temptation.

Yuuko fell on top of Hakkai, her hair a curtain around them, blocking out the rest of the world. Hakkai pressed his lips to hers, silencing her. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her again, but if they did that, they would never get to Daisuke’s house.

“Yuuko, you worry too much.” Hakkai tenderly touched her face. “Everything will be alright.” She laid her head on his chest, breathing in his scent. They lay that way for awhile until they both realized they should get dressed and get going. They got dressed; Yuuko in the yukata she wore yesterday and Hakkai in one of his new shirts and jeans.

Yuuko thought she would throw up by the time they got to her grandfather’s house, she was so nervous. She shot a disgruntled look at Hakkai. He looked like he always did, calm and collected. She was clutching Hakuryu to her, as if he was a shield. Her footsteps slowed as they reached Daisuke’s house. Hakkai put his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged it off.

“Don’t do that”, she whispered. “If he sees us like that, he’ll know what we did.” Yuuko put more space between them. Hakkai hauled her up against his side.

“I’ll protect you from his wrath.”

“You think this is a big joke, don’t you?” Tears came to Yuuko’s eyes. “I’ve just slept with a man I’m not married to, stayed overnight at his house and disappointed my grandfather.” She was so angry with Hakkai at that moment. He just didn’t seem to get it. At least she wouldn’t get pregnant. She had been taking herbs that her mother taught her prevented pregnancy.

Hakkai sighed. It didn’t seem like there was anything he could say that would ease her mind, so he just put his arm around her and led her into the house. Daisuke was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper. Hakkai was surprised to see him up this early. It was only a little after 6 am.

Daisuke ignored the couple for a few moments. He wanted to make them worry about his reaction. He really wasn’t mad at Yuuko staying over for one night. After all, there were plenty nights she came home really late, but Hakkai had been injured and he was completely healed now. This was different. Daisuke worried about Yuuko’s reputation, about what the townspeople would say about her if anyone found out she had stayed at Hakkai’s.

Daisuke slowly folded the paper and put it down in front of him. He picked up his tea and sipped it. Hakkai opened his mouth to speak, but Daisuke held up a hand, silencing him. Yuuko was looking at the floor, Hakuryu still in her arms.

“Yuuko”, Daisuke began. He didn’t get any farther than that. Yuuko all but tossed Hakuryu into Hakkai’s arms and knelt in front of her grandfather, hugging him and crying.

“I know I’ve disappointed you by being gone all night and staying with Hakkai and I am so sorry for that.” She was soaking the front of his bathrobe with her tears. “If you want to throw me out of the house and disown me as your granddaughter, I will understand.” She sobbed harder.

Daisuke stroked Yuuko’s hair. He looked up at Hakkai. The two men exchanged looks of amusement. Yuuko acted like she had been caught in the act of murder, not caught spending the night at a man’s house.

Daisuke smiled at Hakkai. “She does tend to overreact sometimes.” That was an understatement. Yuuko was still sobbing into Daisuke’s robe. Daisuke looked down on the top of Yuuko’s head, a soft smile on his old face. “My granddaughter has a gentleness about her and I would hate to see her lose that. She’s strong willed sometimes and opinionated but she has a loving heart.” Daisuke suddenly looked up, meeting Hakkai’s bright green ones with his watery blue ones. “Will you love her like she deserves to be loved?”

“Yes, Daisuke-san, I already do. I will give her a good life. We may not be rich as some, but I promise you, Yuuko and any children we have, will have what they need. I thank you for taking care of her until I could find her.” Hakkai bowed deeply.

Yuuko calmed down and began to listen to the men. By the way they were talking, it almost sounded like Daisuke was handing her over to Hakkai. She wiped her tears and looked up at Daisuke. “You’re not mad about last night? I have shamed you and our family’s name.”

“I’ll tell you a secret, Yuuko.” Daisuke leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “There must be something about the women in our family. Once they find the men they want to spend the rest of their lives with, they can’t keep their hands off of them.” Daisuke’s eyes twinkled with mischief. Yuuko gasped with shock, but quickly hid a smile behind her hands.

Hakkai looked down at Daisuke. “Will a month be long enough to wait?”

Daisuke thought it over. “Yes, that will be fine. Will Priest Sanzo be the one to do it?”

Yuuko watched the exchange between the two men, her confusion growing. What in the world was this all about? And what does Priest Sanzo have to do with this? Yuuko sat on the floor in front of her grandfather.

“No, although he probably will try to talk me out of it. Rest assured, nothing will make me change my mind about this or Yuuko.” Hakkai smiled, thinking of Sanzo’s reaction to him getting married to Yuuko. He would warm up to her…in about 5 years.

“Hakkai, what are you talking about? Wait a month for what? And what won’t Sanzo do?”

“Marry us.”

Yuuko was speechless. Never would have she thought Hakkai had marriage on his mind. It wasn’t like she was opposed to the idea of marrying Hakkai, but they had only known each other for less than three months. Her mouth hung open in shock. Almost feeling like she couldn’t catch her breath, Yuuko looked up at Hakkai and her grandfather, her eyes going back and forth between the two men.

“Yuuko, why don’t you take Hakkai to the lake and see if you can catch anything for lunch. It’s going to be a nice morning, good for fishing.” Daisuke got up from his chair and went to get two poles and the bag that Yuuko usually took when she went fishing.

Yuuko finally focused on Hakkai. She couldn’t believe that this kind, handsome and gentle man wanted to marry her. Daisuke got her attention by grabbing her hand and shoving a fishing pole into it. She blinked a few times in confusion, her brain still not working properly. Finally getting up from the floor, Yuuko went to stand next to Hakkai, who had the rest of the fishing gear and the bag and he took her hand, leading her outside. He asked her which direction they should go to get to the lake and Yuuko pointed where to go, still not trusting herself to talk.

Hakuryu kyuuu’d happily on Hakkai’s shoulder. The little dragon understood that Yuuko would be Hakkai’s mate and she would be with them forever. He was a little concerned about Yuuko, she was still in a daze from Hakkai’s offhand comment about marrying her. He left Hakkai’s shoulder and flew in front of Yuuko, trying to get her attention so she could hold him. He wished for his old form at times like these. Trying to communicate as a dragon or a Jeep was frustrating at times. Although, if he was in his true form, he would have been hunted down long ago.

Yuuko started at the site of white wings and red eyes right in front of her. She had been so deep in thought, she had forgotten about Hakuryu. She gathered him in her arms, hugging him tightly to her. She would never have to leave Hakkai’s house again! Well, if she remembered correctly, she did have a month to wait. But, that was nothing compared to how long she had waited for someone like Hakkai to come into her life.

They made their way through the long grass to the lake. The morning sun reflected off of it’s glassy surface, making the lake look red. Hakkai set the fishing gear down and turned to look at Yuuko. “Are you upset that I didn’t ask you to marry me before we got to your grandfather’s house?”

She set Hakuryu down and put her arms around Hakkai’s waist. “No, I just can’t believe you want to marry me. I can’t cook, I’m a lousy housekeeper and…” She didn’t get to finish as Hakkai was kissing her. She melted into him as his tongue mated with hers. Hakkai threaded his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss.

Yuuko broke the kiss first. “You’re just trying to distract me from my question.”

Hakkai smiled. “Are you complaining?” He hugged her to him.

Yuuko blushed. “No, not really.” She looked up at him. “I’m serious, Hakkai. I can’t cook, I hate housework and I’m not really a girly-girl. I’m really more of a tomboy.”

Hakkai held up a fist. “One”, he put up his index finger, “I can cook and I’m sure I can teach you to cook. Two”, he held up another finger, “I didn’t fall in love with you because you are a terrific housekeeper. And three”, he held up another finger, “as long as we can work together, we’ll be fine.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Alright?” Yuuko nodded. “Now, show me how to fish.”

“You’ve never fished before?” Hakkai shook his head. While on their journey, if they wanted fish, they send Goku out into the middle of a stream and he caught the fish with his claws. Yuuko grabbed Hakkai’s pole and threaded a hook on the line. She grabbed a fat worm and put it on the hook. She demonstrated how to cast off and handed the pole to Hakkai. She did the same with hers and the two of them sat down.

“Now, we wait.”

Hakkai pat the ground between his legs, motioning for Yuuko to sit down. She sat down and wiggled back against Hakkai until she was comfortable. Hakkai grit his teeth against the feel of her round, little backside against his crotch. If she kept that up, they wouldn’t get any fishing done. He hauled her up against him, stilling her movements.

They sat like that for awhile, watching the sun come up over the lake. Hakkai moved her hair out of his way and set his head on her shoulder, hugging her to him.

“What were you like as a child?”

“My mother said I could get dirtier faster than any kid she knew. I loved to play in the mud after a rain storm. That was the best time to find worms for fishing.” Her face grew sad. “My father taught me how to fish. Mother would tell him that he needed to treat me more like a daughter than a son and he would just tell her she was wrong. ‘A girl shouldn’t be dependant on a man for everything’, he would say. Mother would just shake her head at him.” Yuuko grew quiet. Sensing that the memories of her parents were still too much for her to talk about, Hakkai just held her. The two sat together in comfortable silence for a long time.



Zakuro had watched the couple leave the house. He had followed at a safe distance, sure that they didn’t notice him. They stopped at another house, stayed for a bit and came out with fishing gear. Smiling to himself, Zakuro followed them to a large lake. Taking a different path than the couple, he would wait for the perfect moment and then attack.


“Would you teach me how to cook?” Yuuko looked over her shoulder at Hakkai. “I really do want to learn. I hate the fact that I’m so terrible at cooking. My mother always tried to show me how to cook and I never really paid attention. I would watch her but my mind was always on being outside or helping in the store.” Yuuko put a finger to her lips. “I guess if I paid better attention, I might have learned something.”

“Of course, I can teach you how to cook. What would you like me to teach you first? It probably would be easiest if we started with something simple.”

“Meat buns.” Yuuko didn’t turn around to look at Hakkai. She didn’t want him to see the blush on her face. She did really want to make meat buns for Goku to thank him for all the help he’s been to her and her grandfather. “And you never did finish showing me how to roll out dough properly.”

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Hakkai ran his hands down Yuuko’s arms. Of all the things she could ask him to help her with, she would have to request meat buns. His mind flew back to that day. Yuuko on the kitchen counter, her breasts bared to him, his mouth wet and hot around her rosy nipples, relishing the sweet taste of her skin. Taking her small hands in his larger ones, he intertwined their fingers.

“Are you sure you want to make something like that?” His lips were next to her ear, his breath on her cheek. She shivered as his lips brushed over her sensitive earlobe. “I thought maybe we could start on something more simple.” Grabbing onto her lobe with his mouth, Hakkai gently tugged on it with his teeth.

Breathless with desire, Yuuko leaned back until her back was on Hakkai’s chest. Turning her head, she searched for his mouth with hers. Cupping Yuuko’s cheek with his hand, he kissed her.


Watching from his hiding spot in the tall grass, Zakuro watched the kissing couple. He debated on whether or not this would be the perfect time to spring a surprise attack. They broke apart and he watched as the woman moved away from the man, walking towards the water. His eyes widened as she began to undress.


“Turn around! I feel all yucky from not taking a bath last night and I need to wash my hair.” Hakkai raised his eyebrows at Yuuko. She really was a bossy little thing, but he turned his back, giving her the privacy that she desired.

Yuuko waited until his back was turned and then gathered up the shampoo and soap she had hidden away in the fishing bag. Usually after she caught enough fish for the day, she would go for a swim and bath in the large lake. Looking over her shoulder to make sure Hakkai was still not peeking, Yuuko went to the edge of the water and dipped in a toe. It was finally warm enough so she could take a nice bath.

Hakkai’s imagination ran wild as he could only hear what Yuuko was doing. He heard her tiny feet on the sand and then a shushing sound of fabric being rubbed against fabric. That sound must be her taking off her yukata. Another shushing sound reached his ears as she removed her yukata and let it drop to the ground. His body responded to the sound, the front of his new jeans becoming tight.

Turning, he saw just a glimpse of her round bottom sinking below the water. His hands began to shake as he stood up and removed his new shirt and jeans. Not even taking the usual time to fold his clothes nicely, Hakkai went to the edge of the water, completely nude. The water could have been icy cold for all he noticed. Picturing he and Yuuko in his mind, she had her legs wrapped around his slim hips as he plunged into her again and again. The semi warm water was doing nothing for his overheated body. In fact, the sensual feel of the water lapping around his feet was only making him long for Yuuko’s touch even more.


Now, the man was in the water, catching up to the nude woman. Zakuro thought this would be a perfect time to spring his trap around the unsuspecting couple. He stood up and walked through the long grass until he came to the edge of the water. Freezing on the spot, Zakuro watched in horror as the man turned around.

Shit! This wasn’t the monocled man! And this old woman certainly wasn’t the beauty he saw last night! These people were old enough to be his grandparents’ grandparents! What the hell was going on here? How could he have gotten so lost around this lake that he’d ended up spying on the wrong people?

“Um, sorry folks!” Waving and smiling at the old couple, Zakuro started to try and explain what was going on. But, really…what was he going to say? Sorry I was spying on you? I thought you were the man with a monocle that I had wanted to get revenge on and I followed you here, hoping to catch you and send you into my world of illusion and seduce your woman? Not only would the couple not believe him, they would probably scream bloody murder until someone else came.

Zakuro ran as the couple started to throw rocks from the bottom of the lake at him. A few hit their mark and he howled in pain. Soon, he was out of their range and on his way back to town. He would just have to wait for them to come home and then he would attack.

A splat on his shoulder caught his attention. He looked on his right shoulder. There was some white sticky stuff on his leather coat. Pulling his shoulder up to his nose, he took a big sniff and immediately made a face. Closing his eyes, his shoulders slumped.

CAW! CAW!

Hands fisted at his sides, his face a mask of anger, Zakuro looked to the sky. There, circling his head, were dozens of crows. Grinding his teeth together, he felt another drop of the same white sticky stuff on his shoulder. He began to run, hoping to outrun those fucking crows again. His scream of frustration didn’t reach the young lovers in the lake.


Yuuko dipped under the water as she wet her long, strange colored hair. Staying under for as long as she could, letting the undulating water flow over her, she tried to calm her body down. Just a few simple touches from Hakkai made her body respond so strongly. After last night, she didn’t know if it was a wise idea to be nude around him. Hoping he was still on shore, Yuuko came up and wiped the excess water from her hair.

Damn! She’d forgotten the shampoo on the shore and now she would have to go back to get it. She wasn’t that far from shore and when she stood flat on her feet, the water came to just under her breasts. As she was getting ready to dip down lower in the water to try and cover her body, she heard a voice behind her.

“Looking for this?”

Yuuko spun around. Hair flying around her head, she brought her hands up to cover her breasts. There was Hakkai, in the water next to her, holding her shampoo bottle. She opened her mouth to yell at him when she got a good look at him. The sun was a little above his head, bouncing off his wonderful body. The memory of his muscled body against hers sent her senses reeling.

“I brought the soap, too.”

Handing her the bottle of shampoo, Hakkai began to lather the soap between his long, sensual fingers. Even if she tried, Yuuko didn’t think she could tear her eyes away from Hakkai as he built up a lather. Motioning for her to turn around, Hakkai came up right behind her, his erection hard and thick against the small of her back. As she bit back a moan, Yuuko let her head drop to her chest, exposing her neck.

Rubbing his soapy hands on her neck, Hakkai massaged the tiny knots tension out of her neck and shoulders. At first, his hands behaved themselves. They stayed on her neck and the gentle slope of her shoulders. The feel of her silky soft skin under his hands, the slippery soap gliding over her wet skin; this is what Hakkai’s world was reduced to. Letting his hands wander a bit, he soaped up Yuuko’s upper arms.

That was as far as he would go, her upper arms. He wouldn’t run his soap slicked hands over her rosy nipples. Even though they were stiff in the slight morning air. No, he wouldn’t let the soap go, let it float away as his hands cupped the underside of her breasts. Certainly, he wouldn’t let his thumbs rub gently over Yuuko’s distended nipples, sending shivers through their bodies as he gently thrust his hips under the water.

Hakkai’s hands slipped under the water. The little breathless pants coming from Yuuko weren’t affecting him at all, not at all. It wasn’t the way her body was responding to his touch that made his hands grip her hips, grinding his erection against her back. And it certainly wasn’t the loud moan she made when he slipped his hands lower, molding his hard body against her soft one as he parted her folds, searching for the spot that would make her scream his name. It wasn’t affecting him at all when he inserted one finger in Yuuko and she clenched her walls around him, moving her hips in time with his thumb that was currently pressing and circling her clit. And it wasn’t the way she’d arched her back, moaning and panting his name as she came that made him do what he did.

She would be too sore to make love to again. That’s what Hakkai told himself and he’d promised himself that he would just help Yuuko wash her long hair so it wouldn’t get all tangled. That was all. That was the entire reason he’d taken off his clothes and gotten into the lake. It wasn’t because she’d looked like a goddess in the morning light and his hands itched to touch her. He was coming into the lake to help her…yes, that was it…he was going to help her wash her hair.

As Yuuko came down from her orgasm, she became aware again of Hakkai behind her, his erection harder and thicker than when he’d first started to wash her body. Turning in his arms, she reached up to kiss him, her feet leaving the bottom. Hakkai grabbed her thighs to help Yuuko regain her balance, when he brushed against her soft folds.

“I want you.”

Those three words was all it took and Yuuko and Hakkai were wrapped in each others arms, the rest of the world forgotten. Many hours later, they would return to Daisuke’s house to drop off the fishing gear and to leave a little note with a flimsy excuse of why they hadn’t caught any fish. In the evening, after work, Daisuke would read the note with a little smile. He wasn’t so old that he couldn’t remember the mornings with his wife, “fishing at the lake”.