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Saiyuki Extreme 7

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Ok, for the first time in this story, though probably not the last, I have to put up a warning.  This chapter has scenes of torture along with some bad language.  If that sort of thing offends you consider yourself fore-warned.  While it is not overly bad or detailed, it could be enough to bother or offend some so I wanted to make this statement at the beginning.  Thank you  and please let me know what you think of chapter 7!







Time passed slowly in the heavens as everyone became adjusted to having War general Kenren back among them.  Kenren was, of course, glad to be back- it was what he had wanted… and yet, he could not help but feel all too keenly that something was missing. One day, much like the numerous days that had already passed, Kenren was wandering around the palace, and remembering for the first time in quite a while, what it felt like to be absolutely bored.  He stood on one of the bridges overlooking the gardens as a voice called out to him from behind.

“General Kenren!  There you are.”

Turning slowly he looked over his shoulder to see Yuuru walking towards him.

“Yuuru..” Kenren said with a slight nod as he turned back and looked across the flowers, rocks, and waterfalls of the gardens.

“What’s the matter Kenren?  And don’t say nothing’s wrong… its obvious something is bothering you.  It’s written plainly on your face.”

“I was just thinking…” he muttered as he lit the cigarette held between his lips, “what happened to Nataku, I have not see the kid around since I’ve returned and no one speaks of him.  What happened?”

“There is good reason no one speaks of War Prince Nataku anymore.  The Nataku you knew those years ago is no more.”

“What?!  He’s dead?”

“No… at least not physically.  Yet mentally… he is dead.  Prince Nataku has been in a catatonic state since they day you and the others, disappeared. There has been no change in him since then.”

Kenren stared at Yuuru for a moment in dumbfounded silence.  Then, turning quick, he started to run towards the palace, heading right for Prince Nataku’s chamber. Running past the bewildered guards he pushed open the large mahogany doors and rushed in, only to stop dead in his tracks as he stared in horror.  Before him sat Prince Nataku, looking just as he had the last time he had seen the ‘puppet assassin.’ He sat there on the golden throne that was too large for his small, youthful frame, and stared straight ahead, eyes blazing and piercing like razors.  Yet there was a lifeless stare to the eyes. Nataku sat there frozen, unmoving, unblinking, lifeless.  Kenren stood there and stared in shock, hearing foot steps behind him and then that all too familiar voice.

“It’s pitiful to see the War Prince in such a state is it not, General Kenren?”

It was Ro, one of the other war generals and a long time opponent of Kenren’s.   Ro liked nothing more than to challenge Kenren whenever he could, most often in front of others to ensure Kenren’s response to his challenges.  He stood there in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, a smug grin on his face as he leaned against the wall slightly, legs crossed casually.

“What’s the matter General?  You’re not thrilled to see an old friend?”

“With friends like you who has a need for enemies Ro?” Kenren spat back as he glared at his long time opponent.


“My, my, my, such harsh words Kenren.  I know you have always been partial to the little brat...even stood up against the high counsel and went against their orders to send Nataku to the front lines.  I thought the time away would have cleared your head of such ridiculous thoughts… sadly I see I am mistaken.  You are the same as always, weak, pitiful, and not worthy to be a General of Heaven!”

“The only weakling I see is you Ro. You and the vast majority of the other so-called-generals, you who hide behind Prince Nataku and let him do all the work while you get the power and glory. You send him into battle countless times and stand back and watch him fight.  He comes back time and time again beaten and bloody, barely alive, while you all come back without so much as a scratch! It’s sickening.  It is you who does not deserve to a General of Heaven, Ro!”

“Be careful what you say Kenren… your little friend Tenpou is not here to watch your back for you,” Ro said with a sneer. “Nataku does what he is told.  He is a heretic, a creature that should not even be alive… yet he has his uses and has proven his worth to us as the assassin.  He has served his purpose.  It was Nataku himself who did this,” Ro said waving his hand towards where Nataku sat.  “It is not our doing.”

Kenren glared at Ro, his fingers closing around the grip of the long pistol at his belt.  He could not believe what he was hearing- they had always used Nataku, treated him like a weapon of war rather than a living breathing being.  Heretic or no, he hated seeing the kid abused the way they abused him.

“You son of a…”

“Careful general… think before you act, it could cost you.”

Kenren glared at him and laughed mockingly as he drew the long pistol, leveling the barrel at Ro as he stood there.

“Pulling a gun on a General of Heaven’s Army is a major offence Kenren… it’s going to cost you.”

“Like I give a damn… you make me sick listening to you talk.  It makes me sick knowing what you have done to that kid, and even more so knowing that you could care less what happens to him as long as it helps make your pompous ass look better!”

Ro stood there, his eyes boring into Kenren’s as they stared at each other over the barrel of the pistol.  Just then the door behind Kenren flew open and several of the guards ran in.  In a matter of minutes, Kenren was down on the floor, one of the guards kneeling down on his back as they bound his hands.  Kenren didn’t go down without a fight and two of the guards lay moaning on the floor themselves

“You will regret ever turning on me Kenren,” Ro said as he knelt down and sneered down at Kenren as his hands were bound.

Kenren looked up at him, a smug almost amused grin on his face as he was yanked to feet and shoved out the door and down the hallway.  As they left the chamber, he took one last look over his shoulder at the still, solitary figure of Nataku.

Ro grinned as followed after Kenren as he was drug down the hall.

“You are still proving useful to me, Naktaku,” he said over his shoulder. “Even now you still have some use.”



Kenren felt a blindfold come around his head as everything went black. He felt himself being jostled around and pushed down a long flight of stairs- down to the dungeon.  Kenren had always thought it a bit ironic, that even in the heavens there could exist a place so dark and vile as that place. ‘Even in heaven things are not perfect,’ he had often pondered to himself, and now he was finding himself there once more.

“Keep moving you scum!” one of the guards yelled as he shoved Kenren hard, making him stumble into the hard stone wall, a groan escaping his lips as his shoulder slammed painfully into the wall.

Vice-like hands gripped his arms as he was drug along for a bit longer.  Finally they stopped as the blindfold was pulled away less than gently.  Blinking Kenren looked into the hazy dank light at the grinning face of Ro. He pulled at the ropes that still bound his hand, but to no avail, they had taken every precaution to ensure he couldn’t get free.

“Struggle all you want General Kenren,” Ro spat at him as he stood there sneering down at him. “You are mine now… and your precious little Tenpou isn’t here to save you this time!  I am a compassionate man Kenren, so I offer you this one last chance to atone for your actions, before things have to get ugly. State your loyalty to me Kenren, take my hand and kiss the ring on my finger… and all will be forgiven.”

“Like hell I’m going to kiss your ring you sorry excuse for a war general!  I would sooner kiss a rat than your hand!”

“That… can be arranged,” Ro growled as he glared at Kenren and nodded, the guard behind him driving his elbow into Kenren’s back, sending him crumpling to the floor.
“Son… of a… bitch..” Kenren moaned as he rolled onto his side, his hands still bound behind his back, a thin trickle of blood running down through his hair where he had hit his head as he fell.

“What was that Kenren?” Ro asked mockingly. “ I couldn’t hear you.”

Kenren closed his eyes as he caught his breath again, looking up at Ro with blazing eyes. Ro walked over, glaring down at his opponent a sug look of sheer enjoyment on his face as he drew his leg back and kicked Kenren hard in the ribs, flipping him onto his back.  Kenren gasped in pain and groaned, not just from the pain in his ribs but the pain that was radiating from his arms as he laid on the painfully.   Again and again Ro kicked him hard, a wicked grin spreading across his face with each kick.

He stepped back a moment, looking down at the form in front of him.  Kenren lay on his stomach once more, his head bent painfully as he looked up at Ro, blood trickling down his chin as he coughed.  Resting his head on the cold stone floor, his eyes closed as Ro gave a sharp laugh.

“Beaten already Kenren?” he laughed down at him.

Then something happened the Ro was not expecting. Kenren started to laugh, a soft, gurgling laugh as he lay there, ribs bruised and broken.

“Heh… you are funny Ro, you know that?  Really funny….”

“Are you mocking me!?”

“I don’t know.  Am I?”

Ro let out a cry as he kicked Kenren hard once more in the stomach, causing him to cough up blood.

“You will pay for your insolence Kenren!”

“I look forward to it,” he groaned as he closed his eyes, feeling himself being yanked to his feet again.



He bit his lips slightly his head throbbing at the sudden movement, his sides aching as he stood, his weight pressing down all too heavily on his ribs. He winced slightly as Ro walked over and grabbed a handful of his short black hair, pulling his head back in a painful position.

“Don’t ever mock me again, Kenren!  Ever!” Ro hissed as he shoved Kenren down onto the cold floor once more and bent over*

Kenren felt the rope that bound his hands undone as his arms fell to his sides, that burning throbbing sensation immediately sending pain down his arms as the blood began to flow back to his fingers. Lifting his head weakly he looked up at Ro who stood sneering down at him.  Splatters of dark red blood speckled the stone around his head from where he had coughed up blood. Ro walked over and knelt down, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Are you ready to cooperate Kenren?  You can end this all so easily with just a few words.”

“Go… to hell…” Kenren muttered as he closed his eyes, fighting off the waves of pain that were washing over him, each one more intense than the one before. “There are some things….worth fighting for.”

“What are you muttering about now?”

“Things… worth fighting for.  Like honor, loyalty, justice, and friendship.”

“Ha, those are the things of weaklings,” Ro said with a  laugh. “Honor comes from within; you find true honor by being the best and the strongest- it is those with power who gain honor and respect!  Loyalty is a thing dreams are made of… my loyalty rests within myself and that alone. What is justice, other than mans attempt to make some sense of the crazy world in which we live?  I will give the world the justice it needs by dealing in any way I must with those who resist me! And friends, friends are nothing more than baggage that holds us down and keeps up back.”  Ro leaned over, hands resting on his knees as he spoke softly to Kenren.

“You know, there is a saying in the lower world among the humans.  Perhaps you heard it during your absence Kenren. “If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha.  If you meet your father then kill your father.  Only live your life, not bound by anything.  Have you heard it Kenren?”

Kenren looked up at him.  He had heard those words from somewhere… but where?  Where had he heard that?

“No?  Pity,” Ro said coldly as he stood and nodded to the guards standing by the door.

They walked over and grabbed Kenren’s arms, pulling him to his feet. He winced as they shoved him over to a large wooden post which rose out from the stone floor. Two leather straps hung down from the top of the post.  As one of the guards held him, the other pulled the straps down, fastening them around Kenren’s wrists.  Once his hands were bound they pulled the other end of the straps down hard, pulling his arms up over his head tightly. Kenren groaned, biting his lip to hold it back, determined not to give Ro what he was wanting. They tied the ends of the straps down as Kenren stood there, arms over his head and pulled out to the sides slightly.  Ro walked over and grabbed the now stained and dirty shirt and tore it off Kenren’s back, the shreds falling to the ground.  The way he was standing Kenren’s back, shoulders, arms, legs, ribs, and chest were exposed.

“You can end it all right now Kenren, before it even has to start.  Just say the word and its over.  Are you ready to be reasonable?”

“I’ll be ready on the day you decide to stop being an arrogant ass.”

Ro clenched his jaw as he took the long black leather whip from the guard, letting uncoil and the end drop to the floor with a sickening thud.  Raising his arm back he paused for a brief moment.


“You bring this on yourself Kenren,” he muttered coldly as he brought the whip down, the black snake curling across Kenren’s back, ribs, and chest.

One single cry escaped Kenren’s lips at the first blow, but after that, not a sound other than the muffled groans he kept back. Again and again Ro pulled the whip back and let it fall- across the bare skin.  Now and then a blow would go astray, striking Kenren on the legs or arms.  After a time, Kenren knew he was starting to slip.  His body felt numb and he could hardly feel the blows anymore. His vision was blurry and his head was throbbing as he fought to stay conscious, his legs trembling with the effort to keep himself standing.

Slowly his knees buckled as he slumped forward, his weight pulling on his arms and bound wrists painfully, yet he was unable to stand.  Finally Ro stopped and handed the whip back to the guard and nodded at the other who walked over to Kenren. The guard un-strapped one hand, leaving Kenren dangling by one arm for a moment then undid the other.  As he did so, Kenren sank to the floor, barely catching himself before his head hit as he lay there gasping for breath. Ro stood there, a wicked sadistic grin on his face.

“So this is the mighty General Kenren… pitiful! Who is it you claim loyalty to?  You can still end your suffering quickly Kenren, chose your words wisely.”

Kenren rolled onto his side, gasping slightly as he looked up at the man standing before him.  His back, sides, arms, and even his chest were streaked red by more than two dozen marks. Wave upon wave of pain washed over him as his vision grew even hazier. Still he pushed himself up into a half sitting position as he glared up at Ro.

“My loyalty lies with those who truly care about the lives of all- here in the heavens and down on the world below. My loyalty is with the ones who are fighting for a better future for all, not just for one man or a handful of arrogant men! My loyalty lies with them- Konzen, Tenpou, Goku, Nataku… that is where my loyalty lies.”

“You bastard!” Ro cried as he felt his hand fly, hitting Kenren in the jaw, sending him crumpling to the ground as the blackness finally overtook him.  

“Leave him… when he awakens he will know all too well what happens to those who betray us!”

They walked out, leaving the beaten and broken form laying on the cold, dirty, stone floor.  Water could be heard dripping from one of the numerous cracks in the ceiling,  rats could be hear scurrying through the nearby passage ways and behind the wall, and in the distance thunder rumbled ominously.  Kenren was oblivious to it all as he drifted into the thick blackness of unconsciousness which swallowed him up, bringing him temporary relief from the pain bur bringing the pain of memories and dreams with it.
Part 7 ^_^ yes i know im cruel- but even heaven isnt perfect and more and more the Sanzo Ikkou will realize that no matter which life they chose to live, their lives are unltimately bound and woven together. Hope you enjoyed! please let me know what you think


And just as a reminder these characters are not mine, they belong to Kazuya Minekura- just thought it was time to reminde you all of that LOL
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gothgal101's avatar
I feel bad 4 Kenren I mean all he did was defend poor defenseless Nataku and what is his reward?...1 word TORTURE.Man do I hate that Ro guy already and I dont know what the guy looks like.