A/N: Hell, I'm back from the depths of oblivion: and I got 9th in class! ^-^ I had a very murderous taekwondo practice on Friday... –winces, massages arm- no thanks to certain people... –glares at one 'deru and several other black belts- anyways, I'm back with chapter 4! Hope y'like it! ^-^ I'll be starting OSH sooner or later – watch out for it...
Of Violet Twilight
#4 – Dark Heaven
By Gokugurl A.K.A Kimie
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One of the reasons that you have dreams;
Is that you don't need to have a reason to have them.
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He was watching.
In the midst of the darkness of the beautiful night, a mysterious figure lurked and hid in the dark shadows. He had no fear of being discovered, for the pitch-black darkness concealed him completely; and none was exposed save his watchful eyes as he observed from the roof, somehow keeping his balance on the wet zinc tiles as his gaze trailed silently over the inn.
The inn where the Sanzo-ikkou currently resided.
He sighed dispassionately, one of dark melancholy and frustration as he fixated his gaze upon one room, where the object of his obsession was currently lying in bed, dark, silken unruly russet hair askew as he lay, beautiful golden eyes fluttered close as his lush, full mouth parted slightly in sleep.
He watched, quietly, silently, as his beauty woke up, smiling lazily. Watched as that amber-eyed angel was caught in a tight embrace by another, and he felt a hideous flare of immense jealousy in him as he saw the two lovers crushing their lips to each other's; stroking their hands down each other's skin and even more so as he saw the boy's limbs entangling itself with one amethyst-eyed blonde's.
With Konzen Douji.
Or what was the reincarnation of Konzen Douji. Whatever the fuck it was, the blonde bastard and the pretty-eyed angel of his had this fateful connection; a tie that was impossible to break. How coincidental was it that after Konzen Douji had died 500 years ago, resulting in Son Goku's imprisonment, he had resurfaced again just 500 years later to release Son Goku from that stone prison and become his guardian yet again?
It was just one fuck too much of a coincidence.
Whatever the hell it was, he mused, as he licked his lips tentatively, Son Goku would be his this time. Once and for all. And nobody would stop him. The hauntingly beautiful combination of golden sapphire glinted eerily in the moonlight, and even more so as Homura smirked, burying one hand in his dark hair.
Mine.
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Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; not light them
for themselves.
- M. for M, Act i, Sc.1, William Shakespeare
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Exhausted and completely worn out, Goku sighed, shifting slightly to bury his head in Sanzo's broad chest. And smiled as he felt Sanzo stiffen at the contact; closed his eyes as the golden-haired one stroked his back gently, lovingly. The young adolescent wrapped his arms around Sanzo's waist, and sighed softly as he felt Sanzo pressing his lips to his forehead.
So this is love.
He raised one trembling hand to Sanzo's chest, stroked it, marveling at the pale ivory skin of his guardian as he felt a mild wave of fatigue wash over him. Goku sighed yet again, a smile gracing his childish lips as he looked up at Sanzo; unquestionable and undeniable love all in his beautiful golden eyes.
"Do you love me, Sanzo?" Goku asked playfully, pressing his lips to Sanzo's neck.
Somehow, Sanzo decided, as he looked down at his golden-eyed nymph, those five words brought a sense of déjà vu. And in one way or other, looking down at his love brought an ache to his heart; a pleasurable ache, a whirl of emotions, of love. An indescribable feeling. He looked down at the boy, who was looking ever so beautifully sexy; it was all he could do to keep his libido from increasing any further.
The violet-eyed one sighed, and his lips curved slightly, ever so slightly, as he bent over to his charge, capturing the other's full, pouting lips in one hot, crushing kiss as he buried one gloved hand in those silken strands, marveling in the softness of the dark chocolate as he broke the kiss, only to nip teasingly at Goku's collarbone.
Do I love him?
Was it even a question anymore? Sanzo asked himself, giving himself a mental kick in the ass as he contemplated the sheer stupidity of the question. He gave a soft snort, and his hand traveled lower still from Goku's navel to seek a certain part of the beautiful youth's anatomy. A muffled moan was all he needed to know that he had indeed found what he had been seeking, and Sanzo smiled; one torn between love and mischief.
Even as Goku looked up at him between those silken bangs of russet, his big, citrine eyes oozing all but innocence and ardent devotion; though he did naught, Sanzo knew what it was to love - to love him, the golden-eyed angel.
To love Goku.
Trailing one hand down his lover's delicate cheek, Sanzo brushed several stray strands out of Goku's face as he bent down to kiss Goku again; and moaned softly as he savored Goku, relishing in the taste of him, and so it was as Goku began to respond to the kiss with fervor. And as Sanzo continued to work his magic, he sighed. This was Goku, he thought. This was home.
This was love.
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Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to
hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
- Joseph Conrad
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"Is it time?"
That one question echoed through the quiet room, as one amber-haired god looked silently at his dark-haired leader from the bed. Said black-haired one did not reply; only remained tranquil as his mismatched gaze locked with the impatient green of his one-eyed companion. The other one – the one who had his dark, silken strands of turquoise caught in a tight bun - did naught, but kept his eyes firmly shut as he contemplated his quiescent surroundings.
"Are you sure about this, Homura?" the cerulean-haired one asked, a smooth, sharp inquiry that betrayed no emotions, his eyes opening slightly; ever so slightly as he met his comrade's gaze. "Should we not wait a bit more for the Heavenly one to awaken? After all, we still have to collect the maten kyomon..." But his words were interrupted midway by an impatient gesture from Homura.
The dark one in his billowing cape stood up, swiftly and silently, and with a swish of his hand, a sword of flame was brought to life in his powerful grasp as he motioned to open the door, his lips curving into a smile as he turned to answer his comrades' question.
"Yes," he murmured, a sly smirk gracing his futures. "It is time."
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Quel est amour? Quelle est punition? L'amour est la plus grande récompense de tous, et peut-être de la plus grande punition.
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Stirring in bed, Goku awoke to the cheerful melody of birdsong. Yawning widely, the citrine-eyed adolescent of eighteen raised an eyebrow at the absence of his lover beside him; well, Sanzo had probably gone down for breakfast, he decided, as he treaded slowly towards the shower, wearing a sleepy smile – and, here, Gokugurl would like to note; absolutely nothing else – and welcomed the feeling of the blissfully warm water trickling gently over his skin, the wetness of it.
The warm wetness that had engulfed his skin when Sanzo had placed his lips to his neck...
A fresh wave of crimson tinged Goku's face anew as he reminisced the amorous night before. He sighed happily, turning slightly pink as he looked down at the little bruises that Sanzo had left here and there, and felt the sudden tingle as he recalled Sanzo's lips on his knuckles, kissing the tender skin there softly.
The gentle tingle of an amorous love, of a soft tenderness that he held for Sanzo in his heart.
He smiled silently, happily, as he brushed back his silken brown bangs of hair. There was no doubt about it, he decided; somehow, yesterday, in the midst of that amorous night – he had fallen for Sanzo. Hard.
But hasn't this happened before? He wondered. Some time back, he had fallen for another lavender-eyed celestial; that one whom had looked exactly like Sanzo. The one who had promised him eternal love; the one who had promised to come back for him. But then...
He had this feeling that whoever it was, that someone had returned to him; returned his love a hundredfold in the form of one Genjo Sanzo's love. And that love, Goku thought, was worth waiting half a century for. For now, Konzen and Sanzo had merged to become one; Goku knew neither by the names of Konzen nor Sanzo. He only knew the two of them to be the two beings that he had loved most in his life; sacrificed the most for in his life.
Yes, Konzen and Sanzo were one in the same; two beings that he had loved, still love, and always will love. And even though he remembered nothing about the one named Konzen now; he still held an aching feeling in his heart for the hauntingly beautiful celestial; a powerful passionate love that he too held for Sanzo. He loved Konzen, yes, but the one that held more importance to him now was Sanzo; Sanzo and always Sanzo.
I'm sorry, Konzen.
"I'm sorry," Goku said aloud, coming out of the shower as he opened the door; but not before he sat down on his bed, one single, delicate tear trailing down his cheek. "I'm sorry because I can't love you. I'm sorry because I cannot remember any of you, any of the love we shared. Sorry because I can't love you now; for the one that rules my heart and mind now is Sanzo. I'm sorry..." He lay back, and buried his face in his hands, and sighed. "I'm sorry."
"For?"
Goku jumped, but not before he felt powerful arms encircling him and lips capturing his own in a callous kiss; rough, fierce, and genuinely possessive as he attacked Goku's lips with a ferocity that was Sanzo's, only Sanzo's. The lip-lock continued, lasted for a considerable amount of time until Goku broke the kiss for air. He turned around and smiled in relief at Sanzo, missing the flare of invidious anger in that amethyst gaze as he locked eyes with his lover.
"Sanzo, I..."
"Who?" The blonde snapped, taking Goku by surprise as he grabbed hold of Goku's shoulders roughly, near shaking him. "Who's that Konzen or what's-his-face? Tell me," he whispered dangerously, his voice laced with rage. "Tell me and I swear I'll shoot that fucking asshole to living hell. Who the fuck is he?"
Goku blinked at those words for a moment, let it sink in; and it was a few seconds before the realization dawned on him in full force. "You're jealous," he said in disbelief. At the awkward look of mild embarrassment that crossed the blonde's face, Goku assumed that what he said was true, and undeniably correct. "You're jealous?" he crowed, and launched into a fit of giggles as he doubled over, laughing.
After he had gotten over the much laughable fact that his dear, golden-haired lover was jealous of a forgotten man, Goku snuggled up to Sanzo as silken arms brought him close in a warm embrace. Looking up, Goku pressed a tender kiss to Sanzo's neck. He smiled, and leaned against Sanzo's broad chest. "Why, Sanzo, I never knew you cared," Goku murmured playfully, but in his voice lay love for Sanzo that nothing could comprehend; could take away.
"Urusai," Sanzo muttered, and even under him, Goku could make out the hint of embarrassment that was in his voice. He snickered, but not before nipping teasingly at Sanzo's bottom lip. "Somebody feeling jealous?" The violet-eyed one was silent, biting back his groans as the golden-eyed beauty continued to tease him mercilessly with his tongue. As that evil little tongue left him, Sanzo felt himself moaning quietly at the loss of the contact with his skin.
Goku climbed out of bed, and pulled on what remained of his jeans, and buckled it, before flashing a brilliant smile at Sanzo, dazzling the golden-haired one for a moment as the blonde lost himself in those hauntingly beautiful citrine orbs, wild with mischief and alight with excitement; but not before shaking himself out of his trance, frowning at Goku as he himself put on his pale beige robes. "We had better go down for breakfast, Goku; Hakkai's calling for us."
Goku smiled, and as he turned to go down the stairs, Sanzo could have sworn he heard a faintly whispered "Yes, koi." He heard the retreating footsteps down the corridor, and sighed as he tucked the Smith and Wesson in the helm of his robes.
And smiled.
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Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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[A/N] Okay, so I'm several hours late... -_-;; what the heck. And happy belated birthday to Goku! ^-^ Otanjyoubi desu, Goku-chan! *glomps a certain adorable golden-eyed heretic* Anyways, hope it was okay...see you next week, Gokugurl here has to cook tomorrow...bye... *impending doom ensues* Oyasumi.
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-THANKS TO-
[aspara] Mushy eh? That's my specialty ^-^
[nan] Yep, I do...don't you have it already? XD
[Aki Rei] Naughty girl! XD
[Animegurl] Please, all my chapters are sucky... T_T
[gallatica] Four words: I...am...NOT…TALENTED!
[kamen] Ayomak...wrong fic-lah... XD
[jashuang] Awh, jas, poor you :P
[Astralkitten] *blink* well...at least you can view it properly now ne? ^^;;
[enervate] Wai! I love the Goku layout! ^-^ Goku wa daisuki! -- I am NOT implying about the other Goku... ¬_¬
[Heart] You honestly like my writing style? You DO? *starts bawling* THANK YOU! *glomps Heart*
[chris] *snaps fingers* Dang! Another reader who figured out my plot...here's a cookie for you! ^-^ *throws cookie*
[venedy] O.O;; Um, yeah, okay, sure...chill! XD
[mIcHi] Well...god knows...
[-karin-] Oi, o-nee-chan, doko da? . Oi! . I'm typing this while I'm online...it's currently 12:44 AM... @_@ ha, ha...I wanna eat tuna and spinach casserole too! ;_;
[CTFA (Crissania] I'm your idol? *blinks* Waitaminnit...IDOL!? XD No, seriously, CTFA-chan, I don't deserve that! Really! I'm not worth idolizing after... @_@
[labyrnth] Well, thank you! ^-^ Lucky you for getting that wonderful Sanzo layout for your blog...
[crazzzybanana] It was disturbing? Was it? *blinks innocently*
[M-i] Well, Goku is our local little blurcase...and an adorable one at that. XD And plus, ore wa kawaii janai yo! .
[Kenren19] Ahehe...wakarimas'! ^^
[The Goddesses] I trust this is the Goddess of Insanity? XD Thank you!
[Astralkitten] Hi 'gain! Well, here's chapter 4! =^_~=
[Saiyuki-gal] Jas says you worship me... O.o;; I hope it isn't true XD Here, your update! ^___^ *grins*
[akasha_death] Yep, I'm Malaysian ;)
[Ewen] Believe me, Ewen, God does know what time I go to bed XD Lemon? Oh gee, I'd get kicked off if I do...looks like we've got a major GojyoxGoku fangirl here huh? ^_~ Oh well...
[MeikoChan] XD Not asking eh...really? You love everythin' I've written? *blushes* Thank you...
[Yami no Tenshi]
[nan]
[tensaispira] Hard life huh? XD
[dref]
[Star-chan] ...Oi! Sudah hilang mana nie!? XD
[gsy_lover] sure! Here you go! ^_^
[Akasha] Um...sorry? XD I don't know... Oh yes, hell, I read your fic long ago and I LOVE IT! XD It was one of the best SanzoxGoku fics out there; no wait, I rephrase that. One of the best fics ever! ^_^
[Saya] *blushes* aw gee, thanks...
[Dalhallyns] XD I...think you're the nth person who said I made them cry...was it that bad? Here, chapter four,...hope it satisfies you... ^_^
[akasha_death] Yep, I'm allowed. In fact, I'm drinking it now XD
[Kenren19 – again]
[zion]
~THANK YOU~
Love,
Gokugurl,
7th April 2003, 12:30 AM.