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DISCLAIMER: I don't own the boys, nor the plotlines of the show and manga. Story and chapter titles are actually from a song from Wicked…because the song is stuck in my head. Bah.
A/N: Hi loves! New short story, won't be but a few chapters….tis another Sanzo/Goku. Because they are my loves. -hearts-
Warnings: Slash, cliché plot (even moreso than last time! Huzzah!), language, adult situations, violence, sexual implications, references to shouta, and likely OOC characters. This was just a plot bunny that wouldn't get out of my head no matter what I did…so, I am writing it to rid myself of it, so I can actually write an ORIGINAL piece of SanzoGoku. This one won't be it though, folks.
Timeline: Homura arc. Because he's hot, and though he won't play much of a roll…it's just fun. ;)
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For Good
Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit…
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It's often said that things happen for a reason, no matter how bizarre the occurrences are. It is rare for any event to happen that does not play a part in the scheme of things. It is, in fact, the reactions to said occurrences that shape our lives. Fate is not predetermined, but it tries to guide its children with deft fingers, usually succeeding in its wants. Unfortunately for Fate, its four favorite subjects were loathe to listen to even its least subtle of pushes. It was time to get drastic.
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After another laborious day of travel and youkai battles, the Sanzo-ikkou began setting camp in the twilight. Spirits were not particularly down or up this day, as there had been no out of the ordinary moments or annoying gods of war to hinder their journey. Other than a run of the mill hoard of youkai sent by Kougaiji, the day had been utterly boring. And hot. All four members of the party were glad when the sun had sunk, taking with it the heat of the day and giving a nice breeze to cool them with.
Hakkai was already tending to dinner preparations, Goku had gone to find firewood, Gojyo was setting up the tents, whilst Sanzo smoked and 'oversaw' the rest of the group. The blonde had his usual scowl in place, but even he was more or less ambivalent in his mood.
They were camped against an outcropping of rock on the sparsely vegetated field, the only place with anything resembling shelter and not leaving them in the wide open. The field's grass, though tall, was dry and it had taken several treatments of both Gojyo's and Hakkai's weaponry to clear their little campsite sufficiently. Now the clearing was blessedly quiet - a fact Sanzo attributed to the lack of simian, since the monkey had had to go rather a way to the sparse grove of trees in the distance to gather wood - broken only by the muttered cursing of Gojyo as he struggled with the tents.
"Sanzo?" Hakkai called softly, breaking the silence, "Could you bring me my bag? The rations are inside."
The monk grunted his acquiescence and stalked to where their bags laid, picking out Hakkai's and delivering it to the green eyed man. The youkai smiled benevolently, bowing slightly before rifling through his things to pull out the food they had purchased to get them through these camped out nights.
Sanzo reclined against the rock wall, letting his eyes slide shut as he took a long drag off his cigarette. He was glad to be standing for the time being; long hours in the jeep really put a person off of sitting.
"Hakkai?" a slightly nasal whine sounded. All three members of the ikkou jumped a little, startled out of the silence by the return of the wood-toting monkey, "I don't feel so good…"
"Yare yare, what's wrong, Goku?" the healer said immediately, abandoning his food preparations to walk up to the abnormally pale earth spirit.
"I dunno…" the teen replied, setting down the wood and stumbling a bit, "I feel…dizzy…and my head hurts…"
"Whiny monkey," Gojyo grumbled, watching Hakkai test the boy's temperature with the back of his hand and hiss.
"Not a monkey," Goku slurred, his golden eyes glassy and his body swaying slightly now.
"Oh my…" Hakkai said softly, putting an arm around the young man's waist, "Did you get any injuries in the fight this afternoon?"
Goku blinked rapidly, trying to concentrate on Hakkai's voice, but it was for naught, and the teen remembered little else before he blacked out, Hakkai barely catching him before he hit the ground.
Sanzo's eyes widened and without thinking he walked forward to assist the man-turned-youkai in maneuvering his charge to the ground, "What in the hell is wrong with him?" he bit out, growling slightly.
"I'm really not sure, Sanzo…he has a terrible fever…and he's never been ill, so I can only guess he was poisoned."
Hakkai began checking the boy for injuries, finally coming across the source of his troubles - a long, shallow gash that ran along Goku's hip. Using his ki, he could sense a minor poison and sighed. Sanzo was growing impatient, "Well?"
"He'll be fine with rest, this would have been a problem if used on you, but Goku's blood should counteract the toxins quickly. He needs rest though…it looks as if we will be staying here through tomorrow."
Sanzo cursed and scowled, "What in the hell do you mean, stay here? We have a journey to be on, we can't be held back because the monkey was dumb enough not to notice he was poisoned!"
Gojyo, finally joining the other members of the group, piped in, "You mean like those times you were poisoned and we had to wait around for your ass?"
The monk hissed inarticulately, scowling at the hanyou and pulling his Smith & Wesson, "Say it again, cockroach."
Gojyo just took a step back silently, not wishing to push his luck without the monkey around to distract the priest's anger. Hakkai looked at them both and smiled, "Well, I will finish up dinner, could one of you put Goku into a tent? He will likely sleep through the night without trouble."
Gojyo took the initiative, grumbling about the 'lazy bouzu' and 'retarded saru'. The night was nearly boring without Goku to cause trouble, and all three of the elder men noticed it. Sanzo was the least comfortable with noticing his lack of happiness with his charge's absence, sneering at himself for such stupid thoughts. What did he care if the monkey wasn't being a loudmouth? It saved him a headache! But, try as he might, he couldn't completely ignore the little voice in the back of his head reminding him of how accustomed he had become to Goku's prattling in the six years he had been putting up with his pet.
It was hardly dark by the tine the ikkou turned in for bed, Gojyo taking first watch, and sleep overcame them.
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A/N: And, here's the beginning. Plot starts next chapter…like I had said, this story is just an idea that wouldn't leave my head alone, so I am writing it so I can write my next story, which will actually (gasp) be more story oriented, instead of just romance. This will, folks, be primarily romance and little real plot…but lots of romance plot! Yay! So what if I'm a sucker? ;)