Summary: AU. Son Goku was always perfect; smart, athletic, good-looking, popular, rich... absolutely perfect... but he wanted something more... something he never had... he wanted someone to love him... And now that he found his true love, he thought that his life can now be called perfect... there's one catch though, he loves that guy, yes, but that guy doesn't love him... or so they both thought... 39/93

Warnings: Yaoi 39/93(rating may go up); Sanzo OOCness

A/N: Okay I decided to try something new this time. I've seen a lot of AU fics where Sanzo is the popular guy and Goku is the less popular one... etc... etc... and I decided to change this routine. Anyway, this is my first time writing an AU so constructive criticism will be welcome and pointless flames will be humbly ignored, though constructive ones will be taken into account.

This fic is dedicated to Genjo Sanzo1 and Shinoa Yuuki, thanks guys... you've always been there for me right from the beginning; EviL Punk Not and Starian Princess, thanks guys for enduring my endless fic ramblings and for always being open minded. And lastly, to Am1-13th, one of the AU fic writers which I look up to the most.

Disclaimie: If I was that rich, I would've owned them by now, but unfortunately I cannot even be considered "rich"... yet... lol

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Perfect NOT!

By: dream-eater-is-hungry

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No one is perfect...

Everyone is flawed...

That's what makes us, humans, a lot more interesting...

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Goku's POV

I'm perfect. Everyone says that. They must think that I'm not tired of hearing that after so many times. They think that I relish the fact that I'm...perfect? No way! They think that I'm living every teenager's dream, smart, athletic, good-looking, popular, loved by everyone, born in a rich family. But they couldn't have been more wrong. If only they knew, what it's really like.

Sure, I get straight A's, center at the school's basketball team, am the most popular and most sought after boy, and maybe majority of the girls in the school have a crush on me, but who cares? At least I don't. I would trade all those, just to be truly...loved. That's all I really wanted: to be loved, especially by my parents, but they're always to busy with work to even pay attention to me. I tried to get honors and I tried to win most of my basketball matches just for them to notice me. But instead, they give me everything I want, just to make me feel better for them always too busy for me. Do they really think that money can replace love?

How about my classmates, fans and worshippers, you wonder? They don't really love me. Heck, love isn't even what they're really feeling. It was more of, adoration and respect. Yes, they adore me for my talents and my looks, and respect me for my heritage. Let me rephrase that, they ONLY adore me for my talents and looks, and ONLY respect me for my heritage. If I wasn't talented, good-looking or rich, they wouldn't give a damn about me.

To feel loved and to be loved, such a simple yet complicated thing that I wish for. But if God was able to give me all these blessings and talents, I'm sure He can throw in someone to truly love me to top it all off, right? And somehow, I think God has finally heard my plea because that's where he comes in.

Yes, him. That beautiful man whose golden hair seemed to have been kissed by the sun; whose amethyst orbs that I've always found myself lost into; whose mere sight leaves me breathless. So beautiful, so ethereal that I doubt if he's even human.

I wonder what his name is. The teacher introduced him only a few minutes ago but I was too absorbed at this... this... blonde angel in front of me to even listen. Now, I'll have to ask Gojyo for his name. Gojyo'll probably ask me to pay him big-time for the guy's name. But right now, money is neither my concern nor an object, after all, am I not rich? All I know is, I have to know this guy.

Sanzo's POV

"Class, this is Mr. Genjo Sanzo," the teacher said, motioning to me, "he will be joining us this in class this year..."

"My name is Genjo Sanzo, pleased to meet you," I mumbled, looking away. 'Here it comes...' I thought, prepared for what will happen next.

Suddenly, girls from every corner of the room started squealing and turning bright red. I just roll my eyes. I swear tomatoes look even better than a bunch of blushing girls gushing over you.

"You can sit there," the teacher instructed, pointing at the fourth seat at the fifth column.

As I walk towards my assigned seat, I can feel every pair of female eyes watching me. Damn, can't they just leave me alone? I sat down and turned to give them my ever famous and ever deadly stop-looking-at-me-unless-you-want- me-to-arrange-your-coffin-earlier-than-planned death glare, and that's when I saw him, sitting on the last seat of the fourth column. God, he's so beautiful. Those wide golden eyes that make him seem so innocent and naive, and those luscious lips of his that are just begging to be kissed... Oh God, what am I talking about? I am NOT falling for him... am I? Come on Sanzo, that's crazy. Why am I feeling like this then? Does that mean I'm attracted to him? Then, that means I'm gay? Whatever, all I know is I have to know this guy. There I go again. Stop thinking about kind of thoughts Sanzo! Get a grip on yourself! Remember, you're a cold-hearted bastard who doesn't give a damn to anyone in the world. But I have to admit, he's pretty cute though... Wait, did I just say he's cute?!

Normal POV

The morning dragged on by slowly. Goku found that he could not concentrate at his classes at all. He would always catch himself gazing at that guy and fantasizing about him. And every time he tried to force his attention to the teacher in front, his mind would always wander back to the blonde angel sitting only a few rows ahead of him.

"God, I cannot wait for lunch," Goku thought, "then I can finally ask Gojyo for his name... and eat of course..."

Goku gazed at the clock, trying to preoccupy himself with some else rather than staring at him. As he forced himself to watch the wall clock intensely, his view was suddenly blocked.

"You..." Goku exhaled, his heart beating faster by each fleeting moment. Yes, it was his angel that was standing right in front of him.

'Wait, what is he doing here?' Goku thought, confused, 'the bell hasn't rung yet, he should still be at his seat...'

Goku opened his mouth to voice out his thoughts when a pale finger was pressed to his lips, silencing him. His angel then closed his eyes and started leaning forward slowly, using the desk for support.

Goku gripped the table. 'What is he doing?' Goku wondered as he inched back further to his seat, trying to avoid contact.

Suddenly, without warning, the chair lost balance and Goku fell backwards. Goku yelped, drawing attention from the whole class. "Itai.." Goku mumbled, rubbing his sore back.

"Are you alright, Mr. Goku?" the teacher inquired.

Goku sat up, red in embarrassment and blinked. He looked around the classroom, and spotted his angel, staring at him quizzically from his seat. 'Wha--?' Goku wondered, 'wasn't he just there a minute ago...?'

"Mr. Goku?" the teacher called, snapping him from his thoughts, "are you alright?"

"Uh... yeah..." Goku replied, distracted. 'That couldn't have been real...' he thought as he stood up, 'I must've been day dreaming about him...again..."

Sanzo carried his tray, taking a moment to survey the cafeteria before deciding where to sit. Suddenly, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was his new "friend", Cho Hakkai.

"Here..." the brunette said, leading Sanzo to a table, "we can sit together."

"Whatever," Sanzo replied.

Hakkai merely laughed not a least bit offended by his companion's rudeness. Sanzo raised his eyebrow in question. "Well at least you're speaking words of two syllables now," Hakkai commented, hoping to lighten his friend's mood.

Sanzo rolled his eyes at his companion's enthusiasm. 'Tell me again why I got stuck with this guy?' he asked himself

FLASHBACK

The bell rung, signaling that class was over. Everyone started fixing their belongings and begun leaving for lunch.

"Mr. Sanzo, would you please come here?" the teacher asked, motioning for Sanzo to come.

Sanzo quickly put away his books and approached the teacher. "Sanzo, this is Mr. Hakkai," he said, acknowledging a man with glasses and brown locks standing beside him.

"Nice to meet you," Hakkai said cheerfully, extending his arm for a handshake.

"Hn," was Sanzo's only response, only bothering to shake the hand of the said man.

"Anyway," the teacher continued, "since you're new, I've asked Mr. Hakkai here to show you around the campus."

"Is that all?" Sanzo inquired.

"Yes, the teacher replied, "you may both take your lunches now."

END OF FLASHBACK

"Sanzo?!" Hakkai called, waving his hand in front of Sanzo's blank face.

If that had gotten Sazno's attention and brought him back to reality, Hakkai would never know because his face didn't show any change nor did it falter at the movement. 'He's really a tough nut to crack...' Hakkai observed, then he went on eating though still obviously concerned for his amethyst-eyed friend.

A wall of silence hung between them, that is, until, Sanzo suddenly stood up. "I'll be looking around the campus by myself if you don't mind," he muttered, but he didn't bother to wait for an answer and just left.

"I saw spacing out in class, saru," Gojyo remarked, as they made their way through the busy lunch line, "so what were you thinking about?"

Goku just shrugged off the question. He wasn't really at the mood right now to talk to anyone about what happened in class earlier. And knowing Gojyo, he would tease him endlessly if he told him that it was the new kid that he was fantasi--- thinking about.

"Though the more important question is who were you thinking about?" Gojyo asked, smirking as they took a seat at their table.

"Whatever, Gojyo," Goku retorted half-heartedly.

Gojyo didn't pester him with anymore questions. Gojyo knew Goku well enough to know that something was on his mind right now and he didn't want to talk about it.

"Ne, Gojyo," Goku started, "do you know the name of the new student that just transferred?

"You mean that blond?" Gojyo asked.

"Yeah..."

"Why'd you wanna know?" Gojyo asked curiously.

Goku blushed. Unfortunately, Gojyo noticed this. "You got a crush on him, am I right?" he exclaimed triumphantly.

Goku didn't answer, but his cheeks had turned a deeper shade of red, affirming Gojyo's suspicions.

"Awww..." Gojyo teased, "our little saru's all grown up and falling in love..."

"I do NOT like him!!!" Goku replied defensively. Though it was obvious, from how red his cheeks were, that he was lying.

"Yeah right," Gojyo continued, "then why are you blushing? You're so red that you look like a boiling octopus!"

Goku couldn't stand it any longer. It was no use arguing with Gojyo, especially if he's got the upper hand. So with that, Goku turned around and stomped away.

"Hey, take it easy, Goku, I was just kidding!" Gojyo called, trying to appease Goku's anger. "Shit. Me and my stupid mouth," Gojyo thought as he ran after Goku, dodging the usual crowd along the way.

Sanzo's POV

Phew. I finally got away from that guy. I swear, something is wrong with him. And especially that smile of his. That's just so creepy. Doesn't it ever disappear or something? I wasn't really able to eat anything but I guess that's better than hanging out with that guy. Anyway, I should've asked Hakkai about that golden-eyed brunette in class. Damn, I should've done that before I left. Well, I guess I'll just have to go back and ask. And maybe grab something to bite on the way.

I backtracked and headed towards the cafeteria. As I rounded a corner, I bumped into another guy with a heavy-build. Unfortunately, he didn't look too happy being bumped and all. But who was I to care. It was his fault. He wasn't looking at where I'm going.

"Watch where I'm going, baka," I reflexively retorted. I then walked away, but I've only gone a few steps when that guy grabbed me by the back of my collar and pinned me against the wall.

"What did you say?" he asked menacingly, his eyes narrowing.

I snorted. "Dumb ass, didn't you hear what I said?" I snapped. "I said, watch where I'm going, baka," I repeated, purposely emphasizing the last word.

This had set him of like a time bomb. Unfortunately, for me though, because the next thing I knew, he had thrown a punch at my stomach. "Next time, watch your mouth," he sneered, leaving me doubling over in pain.

And before I knew it, I began spitting out blood. Damn, this wasn't good. It was only lunch period of my first day here and not only am I stuck with that weird always-smiling guy, but I already have one person to add in my "people-I-hate-and-will-hate-me" list and I still haven't gotten that cute brunette's name... Okay, Sanzo, you're getting delirious, you just called someone you don't even know cute. Maybe I'm running a fever. Or maybe a disease. Yeah, that's it, a not-like-yourself-and-calling-strangers-cute disease.

Hakkai's POV

I could not help but sigh. After Sanzo left, I couldn't keep still. There's this nagging feeling at the back of my head, telling me that I should go look for him. After all, he is my responsibility. Who knows, he might get lost or something... I should really stop being a worrywart. But in any case, I'll go look for him.

Gojyo's POV

Okay, this is bad. I really shouldn't have said that. Damn, I didn't know that Goku was that sensitive. Wait, he isn't. I skidded to a stop, trying to analyze my thoughts. Goku never acted like that before. Even when I teased him about the girls who had crushes on him, he never reacted this way. It was only with this guy that he even blushed! Heh, maybe our saru really is in love after all.

Goku's POV

Damn Gojyo. Why can't he just leave me alone and mind his own business? What does he care if I did like that blond guy? Okay, maybe I do like him. Well, maybe, I do kinda... like, like him.[1] Fine, I'll just say it: I've fallen head over heels for that guy. Don't get me wrong, I really lov-- like this guy but I don't have any intention to spill that piece of information to Gojyo. Doing that would be like trusting your life to a murderer... Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.

As I rounded what must have been the hundredth corner in the 10 minutes that I wandered around, I caught sight of a blond man crouching on the floor, clutching his stomach. At first instinct, I rushed to the stranger's side.

"Hey man, are you okay?" I asked, worriedly.

"Are you blind? Of course I'm okay!" the stranger snapped. Suddenly, I met beautiful amethyst eyes. His beautiful amethyst eyes. I held my breath. God, he was more beautiful up close. His skin is like porcelain. I wonder if how his skin would feel like. It's probably soft... like silk. For a while, I felt I was in heaven. I mean, we were alone and not to mention, he was in my arms. I wonder, have I already died and gone up to heaven? Because I wouldn't mind for this moment in time to last forever.

Sanzo's POV

"Hey man, are you okay?" someone asked me, his voice full of worry.

"Are you blind? Of course I'm okay!" I snapped, but I soon regretted what I had said. Because, right there, standing beside me, whose face was only inches away form mine, was none other than that golden eyed brunette. 'Damn,' I cursed, 'me and my stupid pride.'

Damn, he looks so much more innocent up close. I wonder if he was an angel sent from heaven. If he were, I am desperately hoping that he's mine. Wait, did I just say all that mushy crap? Remember Sanzo, you are an arrogant bitch whose heart is made of ice flown straight from Antartica. Quit being sentimental!

Suddenly, I had a coughing fit of blood. Great, more blood to add to the ones that already painted the floor. But, this seemed to have made him more concerned about me.

"We better get you to the nurse," he declared.

Slinging my arm around his shoulder, he helped me stand up, using his body to support me. But as I did, I felt pain shoot through my stomach causing me to yelp in pain. Reflexively, I clutched my midsection. As I did, he locked his arms under mine and steadied me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his brow knitted in concern.

A faint blush crept on my cheeks when I realized that he was hugging me... well, almost. But you have to admit; it's better than nothing. Wait, did I just blush? I blushed? No, blushing is bad... Don't you ever do that again, Sanzo. You don't have emotions. You don't feel for anyone. And you don't know feel anything at all. Okay, repeat those three sentences. You don't have...

Unfortunately, my mantra was cut when I felt a warm hand press itself on my forehead. "Are you alright?" the brunette repeated, "Can you here me? You look weird, are you delirious or something?"

"I'm fine," I snapped.

The brunette was taken aback, a hurt expression was written all over his face. I immediately regretted snapping at him. Why couldn't I have just said it in more polite manner? And of all the people to snap at him at this moment, why'd it have to be him? Argh, stupid me!

Goku's POV

"I'm fine," he snapped.

No, don't let this get to you, Goku. Just ignore it. Don't listen to him. But I just can't seem to shake this horrible feeling inside of me. Does he want me to leave? But I can't leave him. He's injured and obviously needs medical attention, no matter what he says. So I forced his words out of my mind and put on a cheery smile on my face.

"Come on," I whispered, once again slinging his arm over my shoulder. I was determined to bring him to the infirmary, even if I have to drag him all the way there... Okay, maybe that's a bit too much.

Gojyo's POV

Okay, I'm really getting worried about that baka saru. Where did he run off to? As I ran across the corridor, I skidded to a halt. Hey, isn't that Goku? Hugging a guy? Wait, isn't that the new blond kid that transferred to our class? His name was Sanzo if I'm not mistaken. Hey, wait a minute! That's the guy Goku was asking me about! Did I see what I thought I saw? Did that guy just blush?!

A smirk formed on my lips when I realized the situation. My suspicions were correct. Goku was in love with this guy. And not only that, it seems that this Sazno seems to feel the same with Goku. I hid behind the wall and watched the scene in front me unfold. This is just like in those romantic movies. Girl meets boy. Boy meets girl. They fall in love with each other. Except in this case, its boy meets boy, not girl.

Anyway, even though I always fool around with Goku, contrary to what people say, I care for that baka saru. I mean who wouldn't be? After all, we've been best friends since I met him in detention back on the first day of 4th grade. (I was the one in detention though, he got lost and entered the detention by mistake and got detention for disturbing detention time.) And I'm really glad that you know he finally got his wish, to be loved and all.

As I watch the fairy tale like scene in front of me, I felt a tap being my shoulder. I spun around and saw that it was the class nerd, Cho Hakkai.

"Anou, Hakkai started, "have you seen the new guy that just transferred here?"

"Aa, sure, he's over there," I replied, pointing behind me.

Hakkai looked over my shoulder and his jaw dropped. I was about to walk away and leave when I heard something that made me freeze on my tracks.

"I'm fine," I heard that Sanzo guy snap.

I immediately looked back. I wasn't able to see Goku's face but I know well enough that Goku was hurt by that man's words.

"Goku loves you! Are you blind?!" I mentally screamed at Sanzo.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. If that Sanzo dude refuses to see that Goku likes him and to accept that he obviously likes Goku too, then I'll just have to make him realize that he and Goku were meant for each other.

"Hakkai," I said, a grin forming on my lips, "looks like we're going to be playing matchmaker for a while..."

[TBC]

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Damn, that was way longer than I expected. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and I really thank you for reading it, even if it was pretty long...

My favorite line from the fic: "Remember, you're a cold-hearted bastard who doesn't give a damn to anyone in the world. But I have to admit, he's pretty cute though... Wait, did I just say he's cute?!"

Yesh, how I adore that line. It just proves to show that his cold-hearted "nature" is just a façade. And if you're wondering about his OOCness, it's just how I portrayed what I think is the "real" side of Sanzo, given the setting. Though, I think that Sanzo's thoughts are a bit...girlish, but hey, I'm a girl, I only know how to think like a girl...