Sha Gojyo 沙悟凈

Hakkai's body, wrapped in a sheet, was left on the hotel bed. He didn't have any way of burying or burning it, and he didn't think it was appropriate anyway. Hakkai wasn't dead. He was out of the hotel, free, not lying in a stained sheet on the ten thousandth floor of a fucking crimson prison.

His blood was stuck in the creases of Gojyo's fingers (no amount of scrubbing could dislodge it all), and Gojyo could taste iron with every drag of every cigarette. But that was okay, because he wasn't dead. ...Gojyo was going to fucking kill him when he returned, but he wasn't dead. He wasn't.

The elevator lights blinked as slowly the tiny car traveled down the side of the hotel, heading for the ground floor lobby. Gojyo leaned against the glass wall, chainsmoking until the air inside the car was nearly opaque, stabbing the butt ends out brutally on the glass in charcoal crescents.

He wasn't dead, but Gojyo could still feel the snap of his neck between his fingers. He wasn't dead. but he could still remember the sick wet slide of his palm over the torn and bleeding hole. He wasn't dead, but Gojyo couldn't stop picturing him pale and still, in his shroud a thousand stories up.

Hakkai thought he was dead.

Gojyo tore thought the Hotel, hunting down every place he thought Hakkai might go. The big library, the small library, the library with all the books bound in green. The really big library. The gardens. The other gardens. His room. Hakkai's old room. Sanzo's room. Bars 1-63.

Nothing.

Hakkai had already killed him once, and now Hakkai thought he was dead. As angry as Gojyo had been at the way Hakkai had treated him, that was nothing in the face of the possibility that Hakkai might hurt himself... or worse. What would he do if he thought Gojyo was gone for good? And what would Sanzo do in response?

As the days ticked by Gojyo grew increasingly frantic in his search, running up one hall and down the next until he collapsed more than once. "All right!" he shouted at last, leaning against the wall in the middle of an empty hallway, dripping with sweat and out of breath from his search. "All right, you fucker, you win. You want us to screw? We'll screw. Just let me find him."

Paeonia lactiflora 芍薬

FOR PLOTTINGS WITH SHIRAZUMI LIO AND DARK LINK

So we've got a cross-dressing drug dealing cannibal and a serious creeper. This sounds like a party. I don't really have any ideas for the actual set-up of this scene... do either of you have any suggestions?