A/N:
Hey everyone! It's my first time to write a Saiyuki ficcie. I mostly write
in the SD arena. But enough about that. ^__~ anyway, hope you'll like this.
And please, if you have the time, could you submit reviews? ^__^
I need to know if there's a lot of you who likes Goku-Sanzo tandem! (waves
Go-San flaglets).
Thank you all! kiss
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The Monkey and Monk
I looked around the bar we're currently sitting in. Of course, it is unfamiliar. We've never eaten twice in the same restaurant, or stayed twice in a village for that matter. (Unless of course, when the demon we are fighting is so persistent that we have no choice but to stay.)
You might have noticed that I'm using 'we' here. Well, that 'we' thing consists of me: a droopy-eyed corrupted monk, so they say. No, I'm not particularly happy with this nickname and they're lucky that I haven't blasted them all by my master's gun. The name's Genjo Sanzo. Another person involved is Cho Hakkai, the cook. Wait. Make that the smiling cook.
Scratch that again.
Make that the never worried, always smiling, one-eyed megane, cook.
There. Much better.
Hmm. Yes, of course. The red-haired, horny, water monster Sha Gojyo. Have I told you he's taboo? Well, he is. He's got a demon father and a human mother. Or vice-versa. I really don't care. Really. Anyway, he's got brains of a 3-year old kid most of the time and I always, I mean always, have to poke my gun in his temple before he quits making noises.
I HATE noises.
Speaking of noises, there's still one more person included in this 'we' thing. If the water monster is noisy enough, then this fourth person might just be incomparable. He's always hungry, to say the least. He looks like a wild monkey and acts like one. He asks too many questions for his own sake, too. Well, I really can't blame him, though. If you were locked up in a cave all your life; bounded in chains in such a way that you can't even reach down; and your only companion and friend was a bird; you'll probably the most innocent, stupidest and ignorant thing in this world. Which he probably is.
Anyway, one thing these guys don't know is that I have this soft spot for the wild monkey. I freed him from the cave, after all. I can't stand him moaning about. Don't ask me why, I just do. I just care.
That's us. That's we. Rambunctious little group. Hard-core demon-fighters.
I sigh.
I take note of our position in the bar. We were sitting across from each other. The cook sits on the far left, talking animatedly and smiling to a disgruntled looking guy in front of him. Gojyo sits beside him, downing his sixth shot of tequila and lime. Every now and then, he twirls in his seat and eyes all the females in the room. He would wink at every single one of them, feeling superbly cool. Little did he know that they are either cowering in fear, or ultimately disgusted by him.
Ba-ka.
I sit next to him. And on my right, glomping on three pork buns at once while slurping his soup was the wild monkey, Son Goku. The pork buns were suddenly gone, and he began working on the meat rolls. But that was soon gone, too. I watch him eat in rapid succession, as every bit of dumpling and dim sum and fried rice were consumed. Finally, he finished, and he gurgled his beer noisily. Smacking his lips, he turned to me.
"That was good, ne Sanzo?"
I whacked him with my paper fan.
"What did you do that for?" he asks me. But as before, there is not a trace of resentment in his voice.
"Baka. You're face is all dirty. Wipe it." I ordered him, noting with satisfaction that he almost always do what I say. He trusts me well and I felt good about this. I'm not sure why, though.
"But Sanzo, you told me not to wipe my face with my sleeve and now you're asking me to do it again! What is it that you really want?" he whines at me, his golden eyes forming two large saucers. Really. It was a very stupid face. A really cute, stupid face. It had caught me off-guard for more than thrice from the months we've spent together. Much, much more than thrice. I stare at him for a few seconds.
"Sanzo! Stop staring at my face! I know it's dirty!" he yelps, flailing his arms about.
I sigh. I took at a napkin from the table and took his chin with my one hand.
"Baka! You're too noisy. Shut up or I'll shoot you."
That's it. The magic word. Monkeys were afraid of guns. Goku immediately quieted down, and sat really still. I then proceeded by wiping at his face, struggling with the pieces of meat that was stuck to his cheek. I could feel his eyes following my every move.
"Stop looking at me, wild monkey." I said, without looking at his eyes.
"But I can't, Sanzo."
"And may I ask why?"
"Nothing. Haha! You're just sooo cute Sanzo!" Goku replied happily, even clapping a bit. His voice was a bit too loud. Heads whipped at our direction.
What, I ask myself, could be more degrading than seeing a monk intimately holding another guy's chin while tenderly wiping at his face; and the other clutching at your chest and shouting for the whole bar to hear that his partner is cute?
Really.
So I just shook him off me, and lit a cigarette.
The cook and the pervert looked at me and chuckled knowingly.
I couldn't very well shoot them here, so I settled for a deathly glare.
After some more minutes, Hakkai stands up.
"Maa.. I think it's time for us to leave this bar, and get ourselves a room. Maybe we should all rest now. We have a long a day ahead of us."
We all stood up, and walked a little distance. In a matter of minutes, we stood in front of a little hotel. None of us enters, and we just stood there for a while, studying it. Almost immediately, my gaze traveled to the little boy in front of me. His head was tilted in a weird angle, and one arm was resting at the back of his head, and the other was hanging loosely on the other side. And as his back was my only view, I have a delectable view of his ass.
His cute, tight, little ass.
Tsk. When did I ever stoop down so low as to a monkey?
He then turned to me. Again. He always does.
"Should we go inside, Sanzo?"
"Hai." I nodded, and walked inside. Taking charge, I went up to the manager and asked for four single rooms. I thrusted my gold card in his face.
"Sorry. No can do monk. We're full tonight. Best I can give you is 2 rooms, single."
I did quick calculations in my head. Two single rooms. One room, one bed. That means the three of them would be sleeping like hell. Hehe. Holding the gold card, that is- the money-- is advantageous.
"Yare, yare. Since there are only two rooms, the most rational thing we could do is to share rooms." Hakkai states, petting Hakuryu on his shoulder. Gojyo speaks up.
"Share rooms, eh? What do you say we share one room, then?" he purred, and Hakkai chuckled. They took one key for a room and headed up the stairs, Hakkai's throaty chuckle resonating behind them. I roll my eyes. Why, in Kami-sama's name, can't they be more discreet about it? So, I couldn't let the monkey sleep with them. I glance at my remaining companion who was staring at the two hentais, a calculating look in his face.
"Sanzo, why is Hakkai so happy that he and Gojyo will share a room?"
"Hnn.." Here they go. Questions, questions.
"Sanzo, why does Gojyo treat Hakkai as he does with the other girls?"
"Hnn." This monkey is so dense.
"Sanzo, why do they make strange noises in bed? And why do they jump around?"
"Hnn." Aha! Snooping monkey. Caught the two having se-
"Sanzo. Sanzo! Oi! Why so quiet?"
"Ba-ka."
Whack!
"Maa. Sanzo, you're a meanie. I know, let's just go to our room. Yay! You're my roommate, Sanzo!" he said happily, throwing his arms around me. But imagine, a guy that small. if he threw his arms around me, his stomach would be rubbing by my erection. As much as I would like to feel his flesh against me, I don't think I could stand him asking: "Sanzo, why do you feel hard between your legs?"
So, I whipped my gun out, and placed it in his temple.
"You monkey! Stop touching me!"
Immediately, he froze, and laughed sheepishly.
"Gomen. Gomen."
Hmmp. I took our own set of keys and made my way toward our room. Behind me, I feel the presence of the little wild monkey. As soon as I laid a hand on the door knob, it hit me. Images flashed in my head. Images that I really shouldn't have see. Images that would embarrass the highest gods. Images that would make Gojyo, the horny water monster proud. It was images of Goku, lying gracefully on the stark, white sheets, naked. Images of him and his body kept flashing back and forth that I almost lost. Almost.
Kami, it would be a long, hellish night.
t.b.c
A/N: That's it! =) so, would it be worth continuing? Reviews please?! Saannkkyu!
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The Monkey and Monk
I looked around the bar we're currently sitting in. Of course, it is unfamiliar. We've never eaten twice in the same restaurant, or stayed twice in a village for that matter. (Unless of course, when the demon we are fighting is so persistent that we have no choice but to stay.)
You might have noticed that I'm using 'we' here. Well, that 'we' thing consists of me: a droopy-eyed corrupted monk, so they say. No, I'm not particularly happy with this nickname and they're lucky that I haven't blasted them all by my master's gun. The name's Genjo Sanzo. Another person involved is Cho Hakkai, the cook. Wait. Make that the smiling cook.
Scratch that again.
Make that the never worried, always smiling, one-eyed megane, cook.
There. Much better.
Hmm. Yes, of course. The red-haired, horny, water monster Sha Gojyo. Have I told you he's taboo? Well, he is. He's got a demon father and a human mother. Or vice-versa. I really don't care. Really. Anyway, he's got brains of a 3-year old kid most of the time and I always, I mean always, have to poke my gun in his temple before he quits making noises.
I HATE noises.
Speaking of noises, there's still one more person included in this 'we' thing. If the water monster is noisy enough, then this fourth person might just be incomparable. He's always hungry, to say the least. He looks like a wild monkey and acts like one. He asks too many questions for his own sake, too. Well, I really can't blame him, though. If you were locked up in a cave all your life; bounded in chains in such a way that you can't even reach down; and your only companion and friend was a bird; you'll probably the most innocent, stupidest and ignorant thing in this world. Which he probably is.
Anyway, one thing these guys don't know is that I have this soft spot for the wild monkey. I freed him from the cave, after all. I can't stand him moaning about. Don't ask me why, I just do. I just care.
That's us. That's we. Rambunctious little group. Hard-core demon-fighters.
I sigh.
I take note of our position in the bar. We were sitting across from each other. The cook sits on the far left, talking animatedly and smiling to a disgruntled looking guy in front of him. Gojyo sits beside him, downing his sixth shot of tequila and lime. Every now and then, he twirls in his seat and eyes all the females in the room. He would wink at every single one of them, feeling superbly cool. Little did he know that they are either cowering in fear, or ultimately disgusted by him.
Ba-ka.
I sit next to him. And on my right, glomping on three pork buns at once while slurping his soup was the wild monkey, Son Goku. The pork buns were suddenly gone, and he began working on the meat rolls. But that was soon gone, too. I watch him eat in rapid succession, as every bit of dumpling and dim sum and fried rice were consumed. Finally, he finished, and he gurgled his beer noisily. Smacking his lips, he turned to me.
"That was good, ne Sanzo?"
I whacked him with my paper fan.
"What did you do that for?" he asks me. But as before, there is not a trace of resentment in his voice.
"Baka. You're face is all dirty. Wipe it." I ordered him, noting with satisfaction that he almost always do what I say. He trusts me well and I felt good about this. I'm not sure why, though.
"But Sanzo, you told me not to wipe my face with my sleeve and now you're asking me to do it again! What is it that you really want?" he whines at me, his golden eyes forming two large saucers. Really. It was a very stupid face. A really cute, stupid face. It had caught me off-guard for more than thrice from the months we've spent together. Much, much more than thrice. I stare at him for a few seconds.
"Sanzo! Stop staring at my face! I know it's dirty!" he yelps, flailing his arms about.
I sigh. I took at a napkin from the table and took his chin with my one hand.
"Baka! You're too noisy. Shut up or I'll shoot you."
That's it. The magic word. Monkeys were afraid of guns. Goku immediately quieted down, and sat really still. I then proceeded by wiping at his face, struggling with the pieces of meat that was stuck to his cheek. I could feel his eyes following my every move.
"Stop looking at me, wild monkey." I said, without looking at his eyes.
"But I can't, Sanzo."
"And may I ask why?"
"Nothing. Haha! You're just sooo cute Sanzo!" Goku replied happily, even clapping a bit. His voice was a bit too loud. Heads whipped at our direction.
What, I ask myself, could be more degrading than seeing a monk intimately holding another guy's chin while tenderly wiping at his face; and the other clutching at your chest and shouting for the whole bar to hear that his partner is cute?
Really.
So I just shook him off me, and lit a cigarette.
The cook and the pervert looked at me and chuckled knowingly.
I couldn't very well shoot them here, so I settled for a deathly glare.
After some more minutes, Hakkai stands up.
"Maa.. I think it's time for us to leave this bar, and get ourselves a room. Maybe we should all rest now. We have a long a day ahead of us."
We all stood up, and walked a little distance. In a matter of minutes, we stood in front of a little hotel. None of us enters, and we just stood there for a while, studying it. Almost immediately, my gaze traveled to the little boy in front of me. His head was tilted in a weird angle, and one arm was resting at the back of his head, and the other was hanging loosely on the other side. And as his back was my only view, I have a delectable view of his ass.
His cute, tight, little ass.
Tsk. When did I ever stoop down so low as to a monkey?
He then turned to me. Again. He always does.
"Should we go inside, Sanzo?"
"Hai." I nodded, and walked inside. Taking charge, I went up to the manager and asked for four single rooms. I thrusted my gold card in his face.
"Sorry. No can do monk. We're full tonight. Best I can give you is 2 rooms, single."
I did quick calculations in my head. Two single rooms. One room, one bed. That means the three of them would be sleeping like hell. Hehe. Holding the gold card, that is- the money-- is advantageous.
"Yare, yare. Since there are only two rooms, the most rational thing we could do is to share rooms." Hakkai states, petting Hakuryu on his shoulder. Gojyo speaks up.
"Share rooms, eh? What do you say we share one room, then?" he purred, and Hakkai chuckled. They took one key for a room and headed up the stairs, Hakkai's throaty chuckle resonating behind them. I roll my eyes. Why, in Kami-sama's name, can't they be more discreet about it? So, I couldn't let the monkey sleep with them. I glance at my remaining companion who was staring at the two hentais, a calculating look in his face.
"Sanzo, why is Hakkai so happy that he and Gojyo will share a room?"
"Hnn.." Here they go. Questions, questions.
"Sanzo, why does Gojyo treat Hakkai as he does with the other girls?"
"Hnn." This monkey is so dense.
"Sanzo, why do they make strange noises in bed? And why do they jump around?"
"Hnn." Aha! Snooping monkey. Caught the two having se-
"Sanzo. Sanzo! Oi! Why so quiet?"
"Ba-ka."
Whack!
"Maa. Sanzo, you're a meanie. I know, let's just go to our room. Yay! You're my roommate, Sanzo!" he said happily, throwing his arms around me. But imagine, a guy that small. if he threw his arms around me, his stomach would be rubbing by my erection. As much as I would like to feel his flesh against me, I don't think I could stand him asking: "Sanzo, why do you feel hard between your legs?"
So, I whipped my gun out, and placed it in his temple.
"You monkey! Stop touching me!"
Immediately, he froze, and laughed sheepishly.
"Gomen. Gomen."
Hmmp. I took our own set of keys and made my way toward our room. Behind me, I feel the presence of the little wild monkey. As soon as I laid a hand on the door knob, it hit me. Images flashed in my head. Images that I really shouldn't have see. Images that would embarrass the highest gods. Images that would make Gojyo, the horny water monster proud. It was images of Goku, lying gracefully on the stark, white sheets, naked. Images of him and his body kept flashing back and forth that I almost lost. Almost.
Kami, it would be a long, hellish night.
t.b.c
A/N: That's it! =) so, would it be worth continuing? Reviews please?! Saannkkyu!