The terrain passed slowly, all the same- deserty hills, sage brush, nothingness. Boring, and doing nothing to ease his current depression. Goku switches subjects and absently stared at a spider crawling up the door next to him, and tilted his head in interest as it stopped. What was it thinking? It suddenly jolted back to life as the jeep gave a hearty shake passing over uneven ground. Though twilight was fast approaching, the evening was still as hot and dry as it had been at noon, or so it felt. Goku's depression returned with all its weight as he noted the dot in the distance that was growing with an agonizing lack of speed. They had to get there soon. The ambient silence of the vehicle must have seemed calming to the rest of the crew, who were all sleeping except for the unanimously voted-upon driver, Hakkai, who seemed almost trance-like in state. To Goku, however, the silence was oppressing. Constant thoughts swarmed his brian, itching and scratching the inside of his skull, making him restless and increasingly depressed each time he recalled the earlier transgression of the monk. Again, the bereft, childlike teen felt his heart break as he wondered why...
Darkness had long since fallen as the quartet made their way to the inn through the pouring rain and thick mud. By the time they'd reached inside all were drenched, and the temperature had made its nightly drop, reminding everone that this was the desert, and that the cool spring was only beginning.
As he trooped his gear up to the room he'd assuredly be sharing with Sanzo eventually, he pulled out his cd player and popped in his music, entering the bathroom and sitting in the empty bathtub quietly, leaving the lights off. There was nothing like metal to lull him to sleep in this mood. For the last several weeks this had been the the comforting action that kept him from lashing out around the others, whenever he had the time to be alone and listen. Tonight was the same. He closed his eyes and felt himself die a little... again...
and an image flickered to the forefront of his mind. One that he'd seen before. The single memory that he had been attempting in vain to forget- that had been tormenting the last week.
It was the degrading look on Sanzo's face as he exited the dark room- leaving Goku alone, desperately distraught, and very much naked...
Sanzo...
It was then he'd been broken.