"NO WAY!"

"Yes way."

"NO!"

"FOR FUCK SAKE YES!"

"The monkey really got food poisoning!"

"YES NOW SHUT UP!"

"Well who'd 'a' thought?" Gojyo leaned back in his chair with a cigarette in between his lips. "What did he eat?!"

"I don't fucking know, why don't you go ask him if you really want to come back swamped in sick!" Sanzo walked over to the bed and sat down lighting a cigarette. "Uh Sanzo...?" Sanzo looked over at Gojyo by the corner of his eye. "Can...i share a room with you please?" Sanzo inhaled then exhaled smoke from his cigarette and then looked at Gojyo, "No."

"But Sanzo..."

"NO!"

"...SANZO!"

"I SAID NO!" Sanzo pulled out his fan from his robes and smacked Gojyo on the shoulder.

"...What the hell was that?"

"What was what?"

"You keep getting lower and lower like that with your fan you'll end up smacking my – " Sanzo sent off a few rounds of bullets making Gojyo jump behind the bed for cover. "Aw man you made me drop my cigarette!" said Gojyo. He walked out from behind the bed and picked up his crushed fag and tossed it out of the window. "So where's the monkey now?"

"He's next door asleep."

"Oh, where's hakkai?"

"He's gone to get some medicine or something."

"You can get medicine for food poisoning - ?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Gojyo held up his hands.

"Okay just asking." Sanzo walked over to the window and stared at the sunset. "I'm going for a shower," said Gojyo walking in to the bathroom and shutting the door. Moments later Sanzo heard the pouring of water from the shower head. He stubbed out his cigarette and lit another one. He 

stared at the tree outside the window and noticed a little bird on a branch who was chirping away happily. Sanzo thought about shooting it, but that would take effort. Then he heard a door open and his stomach turned into butterflies as he turned around and saw something so overwhelming he had to pinch his arm secretly to stop himself from staring. Gojyo was standing there, his blood red hair dripping wet and his towel hanging so low he was sure it would fall down. "What's wrong with you?" he said sitting on the bed.

"Nothing." Sanzo said higher than usual. Gojyo raised an eyebrow.

"What's up with your voice?"

"NOTHING!" Sanzo shouted back defensively. He turned away quickly to hide the blush on his face. What the hell am i doing, i do NOT think he is sexy, i do NOT want to kiss him, i do NOT blush and my voice most certainly does NOT make that stupid high pitch sound! In fact what Sanzo denied was that all of this was suddenly true. Ever since he had to share a room with him three days ago he felt like he suddenly wanted to make out with him until he couldn't breathe. He never knew that watching someone sleep could turn you on so badly! Without making it too obvious he looked at Gojyo from the corner of his eye and saw him slip on his boxers and jeans. Sanzo's jeans suddenly felt extremely tight around the front. This is not happening, not now, not ever! He quickly grabbed his robes from the bed and slipped them on to cover the embarrassing bump in the front of his jeans.