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These have been loitering on my computer for a while. They needed to get some fresh air. ^_^
#43: Road Hazards (Sanzo-ikkou)
#38: Dirty Little Secrets (Yaone)
#12: AU - Do You Dream Of A Tragic Death? (Gojyo)
#43: Road Hazards (Sanzo-ikkou)
The hitchhiker curled up in the corner behind Hakkai’s seat, arms wrapped tightly around her legs.
She was alone.
Goyjo was tempted to tell her what a bad idea that was, except that from the healing bruises on her face, she already knew or wherever she was leaving was worse.
“Do you have any food?” she asked tentatively.
“Hakkai didn’t shop before we left town,” Goku said in betrayed tones.
“Of course,” Hakkai rummaged in Hakaruy’s glove compartment, pulling out rice candies, several strips of beef jerky and an apple, all wrapped in a peppermint scented cloth.
Goku looked like he’d never trust again.
She was alone.
Goyjo was tempted to tell her what a bad idea that was, except that from the healing bruises on her face, she already knew or wherever she was leaving was worse.
“Do you have any food?” she asked tentatively.
“Hakkai didn’t shop before we left town,” Goku said in betrayed tones.
“Of course,” Hakkai rummaged in Hakaruy’s glove compartment, pulling out rice candies, several strips of beef jerky and an apple, all wrapped in a peppermint scented cloth.
Goku looked like he’d never trust again.
#38: Dirty Little Secrets (Yaone)
She envies Dokugakuji’s history.
It’s just as tainted as her own but he was protecting someone.
This is your fault, her father had told her, staring down at his wife’s still body, the tincture that Yaone had made clutched in her mother’s fingers. Yaone should have seen suicide in her mother’s eyes, should have questioned, but obedience had been bred into her bones. She’d been asked to mix similar items before and how was Yaone to know it hadn’t been for a patron?
Later, her father gave her to a monster.
She slipped five drops of poison into his whiskey.
It’s just as tainted as her own but he was protecting someone.
This is your fault, her father had told her, staring down at his wife’s still body, the tincture that Yaone had made clutched in her mother’s fingers. Yaone should have seen suicide in her mother’s eyes, should have questioned, but obedience had been bred into her bones. She’d been asked to mix similar items before and how was Yaone to know it hadn’t been for a patron?
Later, her father gave her to a monster.
She slipped five drops of poison into his whiskey.
#12: AU - Do You Dream Of A Tragic Death? (Gojyo)
Her hair is ash-blonde and dark with water.
She looks up at him, briefly, and then her green eyes close dismissively, like he’s not good enough to bother asking for rescue, and if there was ever a question of leaving her, it just vanished.
“Luckily for you,” Goyjo said, hoisting her into his arms, doing his best to keep the gaping wound in her stomach from spilling her guts onto the ground, “I’m an old hand at taking women home.”
When he finds the bruises, ugly, vicious things whose implications make him ill, Goyjo prays that she was unconscious when he said that.
She looks up at him, briefly, and then her green eyes close dismissively, like he’s not good enough to bother asking for rescue, and if there was ever a question of leaving her, it just vanished.
“Luckily for you,” Goyjo said, hoisting her into his arms, doing his best to keep the gaping wound in her stomach from spilling her guts onto the ground, “I’m an old hand at taking women home.”
When he finds the bruises, ugly, vicious things whose implications make him ill, Goyjo prays that she was unconscious when he said that.
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