MIZARU



	Goten looked up from the corpse he was dismembering.  It had coal black eyes once, but they were now already filming over with the foggy whiteness that encases the dead.
	Coal eyes…like his own, like his brother’s. Glazed with madness, Goten’s eyes were now like the corpse’s. Goten longed for the corpse to his brother’s, for the smoky coal eyes to be shut forever. It was ironic, some vague corner of Goten’s mind noted, that the closed eyes of the former human were now in ignorant bliss forever, and the monkey with closed eyes saw no evil.

	Another body near Goten groaned softly. Goten did not hear it. What had caught his attention, however, was the twitching hand moving next to its former body.
	The fingers were slowly curling, and it was moving about in a puddle of its own still flowing blood.

	“Take me,” Goten whispered softly, a quiet plead to the crimson fluid returning to the earth.

“Take me away from where I won’t want to commit such a sin against nature anymore.”

	Sighing, he quickly picked up the corpses and sunk them in the nearby swamp. As he watched the murky fluid swallow the bodies, he vividly remembered earlier in the morning.
	He’d awoken gasping, sweat running down his chest, cooling fluid spattered on his abdomen.
	
	It had been another of those dreams, the one where his hands were enmeshed in spiky, raven-dark hair just like his own; his flesh seeking release in kind flesh, the same colour but more mascular; blood being brought to a roiling boil by near identical blood.

	Gohan, his lips had been shaping the name Gohan, as he had scooped up and licked some of the ejaculate from his abdomen that could've made Gohan a niece of nephew, Goten had vaguely wished he were doing the same to his brother.

	Realizing what he'd just dreamt, thought, thought, and done, Goten physically slapped himself, smattering small droplets of his seed across his face, his ears ringing from the blow.