Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki, though it is fun to write about.
A/N: This idea came to when I was listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers song Savior, and there is one quote from that song in here. The title is actually part of the song too. Give me a review and tell me what dialogue is from the song. It doesn't appear until later though... I'll tell you in the A/N before the chapter.
Right, right, now for a warning: I don't put any slash in here, though it is implied. And its rather...well, you'll see if you read this. Just my take on what a relationship between Sanzo and Goku would be like.
Misunderstand
I sighed. The town seemed to be running from us. Hakkai said it would only take an hour to get to the next one, but that was a lie. Even if he didn't mean it to be. We'd been on the road for close to four hours, and the tight-assed priest wouldn't let us stop. The monkey was getting squirming, and since I was in the back with him, I was getting annoying. Oh, not to me or the dimwit sitting in the back with me, but to a certain gun-wielding monk. Sometimes I think that the only reason me and the monkey fight is to piss that guy off. He's so melodramatic.
"Hakkai," I said. "When are we gonna get there, I don't know how much more I can take of this."
"Gojyo," he replied. "I can honestly say I don't know." He shook his head. "Sanzo, I think stopping now would be a good idea, just for a little while," he added when he saw the look Sanzo was giving him.
Sanzo acquiesced when he was pestered long enough by me and Goku. When we work as a team, no one can stand us. It almost makes me respect him. Almost.
Though I pity him too. Watching him get out of Jeep was painful for me. He couldn't straighten up fully, and when he slipped and fell on the ground he lay there for a couple of seconds forcing the tears back in. Sanzo takes him too rough. But Goku would never complain, never. And so the stupid monkey accepts the bruises, heh, and gives Sanzo some too. Sanzo is better at hiding it, but he's got a couple of them. The monkey isn't as tame as he looks. Why they insist on hurting each other throughout the night is beyond me. I could see the thrill in it, but it's not worth the pain after. Pleasure without pain, that's my philosophy.
The break wasn't even worth stopping the car. I barely had time to light a cigarette before the others were packed back in Jeep. I took my sweet time getting back, although I didn't go as slow as I could've, they would have left without me on the priests wishes. The rest of the ride was terrible, though notably short. We reached the town within the hour, and an inn. Thank god. We were all getting tired of sitting in such close quarters and I needed a soft bed to fall on. The monkey needed food, Hakkai needed whatever he needed, and Sanzo needed a quiet spot to sit and mull over more threats he could use against us. Or at least that was my take on it. I'm probably right though.
I couldn't wait to eat, to get a beer, to finally be back in civilization. The monkey couldn't wait either, but when has he ever tried? We ordered, and I thank the parents of our waitress, because she served as fast as humanly possible. With food in my stomach I was less likely to get as annoyed with the idiot stuffing his face next to me.
"Hey, that was mine!" Monkey-boy whined at me. I stuck out my tongue and licked the spring roll all over the second he made to reach for it back.
"Yeah? But it was just laying there, asking me to eat it, and how could I deny that?" I asked sarcastically back. "And you weren't eating it anyway."
"I had a bun in my mouth! How am I supposed to eat all the food on my plate at once!" He complained.
"Then you shouldn't get so upset about food on the table being eaten." I smirked back at him.
"IT WAS ON MY PLATE!" He screamed back. I ate the roll and grinned back at his furious face.
"Whatever," I said nonchalantly, "it's gone now."
The rest of the meal was some variation of that fight, either with me eating off his plate or him stealing off of mine. And there was a couple of shots fired, and an attempt of mediation from our other companions. The only time all four of us were completely quiet was after all the food had been eaten. I was on my third beer, I was going slow tonight, and the monkey was half asleep.
All four of us walked to our rooms, me and Hakkai in a room, because of Sanzo's and Goku's new found activity. I didn't mind though, just like old times. And it was much more pleasant with him than it was with the idiot and his snoring. Hakkai was always quiet. When we left the other two to their own devices, we walked slower to our room. The energy was draining out of me quicker than if I were a colander full of water. We reached our room and the first thing I saw was a bed. Oh, the person who created the bed was my idol, and I stumbled forward toward it. Before I fell onto it, though, I felt a strange wave of fear pass through me. And taking it as nothing, I took off my shirt and fell to sleep.
A/N: End of chapter one. This is my first long Saiyuki fic, and it wont be funny like my one shot. Review please, tell me what you think. It's not too interesting right now, but it will be. Trust me.