Gravity
By: Murasaki_Honou
Disclaimers: Fanfiction overload, this is just a very short part one since I'm up for finals this week and I have a lot of projects to work on, this'll probably be my last fic for the month since I'll be temporarily be stuck. I don't own Gensoumaden Saiyuki, we all know that. I'm just doing this for fun and if anyone found out I wrote a fanfic like this, they'd probably have my head. Yaoi/slight lime/don't know yet. Result of too much coffee and history notes. Do not blame me.
*****
Who was he?
Last night I had a dream about him.
He opened his eyes, those clear violet eyes scanned his surroundings. He was in his room. It was still night time based from the color of the sky outside. He slowly sat up, his heart was pounding against his chest. He looked up at the clock.
Five minutes to four o' clock.
He almost groaned in frustration. He felt restless and he could hardly catch his breath. There was no possible way he could go back to sleep now. This always happened and he was slowly getting irritated with it. It bothered him a whole lot that he would suffer from lack of sleep and go to school greeted by his loud and annoying companions. He sighed to himself, fed-up and tired. He wanted to know what this was all about.
Suddenly, his dreams come back to him. A tall, young man with black colored hair. There was something unusual about him and it was the first thing he noticed ever since he had the dream the first time. One of his eyes were colored blue and the other one was golden. He could never forget how he looked at him, how he smirked with intent as he held that sword which looked like it was made of flame.
Did he attack him in his dream? He asked for something and he couldn't understand what he wanted. Though the young man knew his name. He had said it loud and clear, it couldn't have been anything else.
This is a final warning, Genjo Sanzo.
Give it over now.
Give what over? He thought, scowling -his brows met as he felt even more flustered at the moment. How he hated the feeling of being confused. How he hated that this had to happen to him. He lay back down on his bed and pulled the covers up to him again. He looked at his watch, it was five minutes past four and he wasn't close to getting drowsy. He tried to close his eyes.
But all he kept seeing was that young man.
He thought he had seen himself, too. They had been standing face to face. Was he wearing a white robe? He saw himself standing and holding what seemed to be a revolver. He knew his guns well since he kept one in his drawer just in case anything came up. It was the same gun. What was that hanging over his shoulders? It looked like parchment. It had writing on it, he couldn't read it well since it was blurry.
He opened his eyes again, now even more frustrated with himself. He sat up and got up from bed, walking to the window.
Who the hell was he anyway?
Now he wanted to find out who he was and why had he been haunting him in his dreams.
For a few times he'd try ignoring it and not caring. But tonight, he felt as if he had enough.
You don't remember anything do you?
Nothing from heaven?
He frowned and turned away. Maybe he was just being stupid about this whole thing. He shrugged it off the best possible way he could. He needed some sleep and he wasn't going to let this bother him. But it might have already been too late for that.
*******
''Na, Sanzo!''
Sanzo scowled as he looked up. He didn't realize he was already falling asleep.
''Sanzo te ba! I've been calling you for five minutes now!'' ''Urusai, shi-ne!''
A thick paperback book had crash landed on the younger boy's head.
''Now, now, Goku.'' Hakkai said as he smiled gently and patiently at the younger boy. ''It seems that Sanzo hasn't been sleeping well, now's not a good time to agitate him, especially since he's reading works of the Marquis de Sade.''
''I say he just needs to get laid more often.'' Gojyo suggested, slinging his bag which had hardly anything in it over his shoulder. ''Maybe all that reading is finally making him horny -''
WHAP!
''Another word and you're dead, kappa.'' Sanzo said as he held the over a thousand-page book of one hundred twenty days of Sodom - hitting Gojyo's head. ''Ite! Nani ga hoshi da?! Ah?! You wanna fight or something?!'' ''Try me, kappa. I'll kill you in an instant.''
Hakkai laughed as sparks fused up between the two.
''Maa, Maa Ii janai desu ka.'' He said. ''Maybe you two should calm down and wait till dismissal until you actually start a fight. It'll be easier to get you to a hospital that way.'' ''Na, Sanzo. Hara hetta yo!'' ''Go eat the lockers for all I care.'' Sanzo said walking ahead, ignoring the three behind him as well as the other students passing him by.
It was true that he wasn't getting enough sleep. He couldn't believe he almost fell asleep over at the lockers. He remember drifting off around six o' clock and waking up at six thirty with his alarm beside him going bonkers. He threw a pillow at it and ended up getting yelled at by his mother. He definitely had to get up before she started nagging.
He had been up all mid-morning thinking about all the dreams he had and what they had to do with him. He remember seeing Hakkai, Gojyo and Goku there, too. But what were they all doing there? And that man - what did he want? He frowned and shook his head, walking a little faster. He didn't want to think about it anymore - it was too much trouble.
He suddenly stopped and froze, looking up as he felt someone was watching him. He looked over to his left, scanning through the students passing by when he saw him. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. He saw the other student, a young man smirking slightly at him intently. Dark colored hair - and those eyes, those eyes he swore he's seen before. Blue and gold. He couldn't say anything or move for a moment. What was he doing here?
''Doushite desu, Sanzo?'' Hakkai asked as the three of them stopped up beside him in bewilderment. Looking at him - Sanzo didn't say anything for a moment - then he looked up and shook his head. Trying to surpress the surprise and confusion that he felt that moment.
''Iya, betsu ni.'' he looked ahead and walked off. ''Iku sou.''
As he walked on, the three watched him from behind as they followed. Probably all wondering what was wrong, but he didn't care. He covertly looked back at the young man who was still looking at him. What was he doing here? What did he want? What was he doing out of his dreams?
There you go, I'll continue this when I have the time, hopefully right after finals! I spent twenty minutes on this one so pardon it if it's a load of crap. Flames and Reviews shall be accepted with open arms. Ja ne.
By: Murasaki_Honou
Disclaimers: Fanfiction overload, this is just a very short part one since I'm up for finals this week and I have a lot of projects to work on, this'll probably be my last fic for the month since I'll be temporarily be stuck. I don't own Gensoumaden Saiyuki, we all know that. I'm just doing this for fun and if anyone found out I wrote a fanfic like this, they'd probably have my head. Yaoi/slight lime/don't know yet. Result of too much coffee and history notes. Do not blame me.
*****
Who was he?
Last night I had a dream about him.
He opened his eyes, those clear violet eyes scanned his surroundings. He was in his room. It was still night time based from the color of the sky outside. He slowly sat up, his heart was pounding against his chest. He looked up at the clock.
Five minutes to four o' clock.
He almost groaned in frustration. He felt restless and he could hardly catch his breath. There was no possible way he could go back to sleep now. This always happened and he was slowly getting irritated with it. It bothered him a whole lot that he would suffer from lack of sleep and go to school greeted by his loud and annoying companions. He sighed to himself, fed-up and tired. He wanted to know what this was all about.
Suddenly, his dreams come back to him. A tall, young man with black colored hair. There was something unusual about him and it was the first thing he noticed ever since he had the dream the first time. One of his eyes were colored blue and the other one was golden. He could never forget how he looked at him, how he smirked with intent as he held that sword which looked like it was made of flame.
Did he attack him in his dream? He asked for something and he couldn't understand what he wanted. Though the young man knew his name. He had said it loud and clear, it couldn't have been anything else.
This is a final warning, Genjo Sanzo.
Give it over now.
Give what over? He thought, scowling -his brows met as he felt even more flustered at the moment. How he hated the feeling of being confused. How he hated that this had to happen to him. He lay back down on his bed and pulled the covers up to him again. He looked at his watch, it was five minutes past four and he wasn't close to getting drowsy. He tried to close his eyes.
But all he kept seeing was that young man.
He thought he had seen himself, too. They had been standing face to face. Was he wearing a white robe? He saw himself standing and holding what seemed to be a revolver. He knew his guns well since he kept one in his drawer just in case anything came up. It was the same gun. What was that hanging over his shoulders? It looked like parchment. It had writing on it, he couldn't read it well since it was blurry.
He opened his eyes again, now even more frustrated with himself. He sat up and got up from bed, walking to the window.
Who the hell was he anyway?
Now he wanted to find out who he was and why had he been haunting him in his dreams.
For a few times he'd try ignoring it and not caring. But tonight, he felt as if he had enough.
You don't remember anything do you?
Nothing from heaven?
He frowned and turned away. Maybe he was just being stupid about this whole thing. He shrugged it off the best possible way he could. He needed some sleep and he wasn't going to let this bother him. But it might have already been too late for that.
*******
''Na, Sanzo!''
Sanzo scowled as he looked up. He didn't realize he was already falling asleep.
''Sanzo te ba! I've been calling you for five minutes now!'' ''Urusai, shi-ne!''
A thick paperback book had crash landed on the younger boy's head.
''Now, now, Goku.'' Hakkai said as he smiled gently and patiently at the younger boy. ''It seems that Sanzo hasn't been sleeping well, now's not a good time to agitate him, especially since he's reading works of the Marquis de Sade.''
''I say he just needs to get laid more often.'' Gojyo suggested, slinging his bag which had hardly anything in it over his shoulder. ''Maybe all that reading is finally making him horny -''
WHAP!
''Another word and you're dead, kappa.'' Sanzo said as he held the over a thousand-page book of one hundred twenty days of Sodom - hitting Gojyo's head. ''Ite! Nani ga hoshi da?! Ah?! You wanna fight or something?!'' ''Try me, kappa. I'll kill you in an instant.''
Hakkai laughed as sparks fused up between the two.
''Maa, Maa Ii janai desu ka.'' He said. ''Maybe you two should calm down and wait till dismissal until you actually start a fight. It'll be easier to get you to a hospital that way.'' ''Na, Sanzo. Hara hetta yo!'' ''Go eat the lockers for all I care.'' Sanzo said walking ahead, ignoring the three behind him as well as the other students passing him by.
It was true that he wasn't getting enough sleep. He couldn't believe he almost fell asleep over at the lockers. He remember drifting off around six o' clock and waking up at six thirty with his alarm beside him going bonkers. He threw a pillow at it and ended up getting yelled at by his mother. He definitely had to get up before she started nagging.
He had been up all mid-morning thinking about all the dreams he had and what they had to do with him. He remember seeing Hakkai, Gojyo and Goku there, too. But what were they all doing there? And that man - what did he want? He frowned and shook his head, walking a little faster. He didn't want to think about it anymore - it was too much trouble.
He suddenly stopped and froze, looking up as he felt someone was watching him. He looked over to his left, scanning through the students passing by when he saw him. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. He saw the other student, a young man smirking slightly at him intently. Dark colored hair - and those eyes, those eyes he swore he's seen before. Blue and gold. He couldn't say anything or move for a moment. What was he doing here?
''Doushite desu, Sanzo?'' Hakkai asked as the three of them stopped up beside him in bewilderment. Looking at him - Sanzo didn't say anything for a moment - then he looked up and shook his head. Trying to surpress the surprise and confusion that he felt that moment.
''Iya, betsu ni.'' he looked ahead and walked off. ''Iku sou.''
As he walked on, the three watched him from behind as they followed. Probably all wondering what was wrong, but he didn't care. He covertly looked back at the young man who was still looking at him. What was he doing here? What did he want? What was he doing out of his dreams?
There you go, I'll continue this when I have the time, hopefully right after finals! I spent twenty minutes on this one so pardon it if it's a load of crap. Flames and Reviews shall be accepted with open arms. Ja ne.