Disclaimer: Gensomaden Saiyuki, Saiyuki Reload, Gunlock and everything related to this manga belongs to Kazuya Minekura or Sudio Pierrot (anime makers). Or whoever is the intellectual owner. Anyway, not mine.
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The 18 year old demon sat in his room, tired of restlessly tossing and turning in his bed. As the heavy rain poured outside, the boy could only worry for his master, who had denied his company. He longed to help, but the monk would not allow such a thing to happen; it seems he had no qualms with hitting Goku repeatedly with his paper fan. Every time, the young man was forced to run out of the room so to avoid getting whacked once again. Only an hour ago, Sanzo had managed to whack him in the face while he dashed from the room. By the time Goku reached safety his nose was like a blood faucet. To tell the truth, there wasn't so much physical pain. It was more like a sea of emotional suffering because he had failed in helping his friend to open up about the hardships that bound him to his ongoing pain.
Delicious smells coming from the temple's kitchen began interrupting Goku's line of thought. It made him realize he hadn't eaten anything that day. He could swear each time his stomach rumbled it grumbled, in an eerie way, "feed me", which scared Goku to no end. He had to go get some food from the kitchen. He just hoped that the monks would not start with the rude comments when he approached them for food. Once again, luck didn't seem to be on his side. The harassment started the moment he descended from the stairs.
"Well, if it isn't the little half demon," one of the monks spat, as Goku approached the kitchen. At those words Goku continued walking, ignoring the monk, until another one stepped out in front of him. He noticed the smell of liquor the two monks were impregnated with. 'Damn' he thought, 'I should really have stayed in my room'. Goku didn't want to argue with drunken monks, so he armed himself with patience and tried to turn around to get back to his room.
"Watch where you're going! Really, why does Master Sanzo put up with an insolent brat like you?" the monk questioned.
Goku's face filled with anguish at the monk's words, he was starting to think going down to the kitchen was not such a good idea. Just as Goku was about to go back to the stairs that led to his room, the two monks grabbed him by the shirt. One of the men cupped Goku's chin, bringing his lips close to his ear.
"Why have you come downstairs?" the monk hissed.
Goku shivered. "I was just hungry and…."
"Hungry are we? Well, I have something for you." The other monk said with a smile.
Goku's body was on full alert, he didn't know what the man was up to, but he knew it was not good. The monk walked over to the fireplace as the other man behind Goku placed his hands on Goku's shoulders. The monk across the kitchen was now taking soup off the fire and putting it into a small bowl.
"I made this soup myself, I'd like to see you try it," the man said, as he brought the bowl up to Goku's lips. Goku struggled a bit. He could tell the soup was scorching hot, but the other monk held him, pushing him toward the bowl. Sighing, Goku decided to give a try of the soup, even if he was sure he would burn himself. Drunk or not, it was not everyday that the monks agreed so easily to give him a try of anything (and he was hungry enough to not give it a second though). When the first try burned his mouth, e clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away from the hot dish. The monk behind him scowled at this and yanked his hair, which in turn made Goku's mouth open again in a loud cry. Before he could even realize it, burning liquid was poured again into his mouth. To stop the boy's yelling one of the monks punched Goku in the gut, making him fall unconscious.
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He awoke in a pitch-black room where there was no sound, no warmth. Goku tried to sit up, but a burst of pain from his mid-section made him recoil. Now he remembered; the monks had knocked him out.
His jaw was aching, the skin inside his mouth was raw. Goku couldn't help, but wonder why he didn't just beat the hell out of the two pansies at the first nasty comment they made. It would have saved him from a lot of pain. Thinking back to the incident, he almost got sick when he remembered the stench of wine that heavily radiated off of the men. Even though the monks were in an alcoholic-induced haze, they had deserved a beating.
Instead of trying to sit up again, Goku slid off the bed he was laying on and down on to the freezing stone floor. He was sure at least two of his ribs were broken, probably meaning the damn monks had been beating him while he was unconscious. With all the effort he had, he crawled to the door, fumbling with the doorknob. He finally managed to open it, but what he found on the other side is not what he expected.
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Beta's Note: This is still on editing process and being posted without the final opinion of CortneyK. Every flame, critic, bad comment and similar about the grammar or the incoherence of this chapter must be directed to the beta, Sorelina. Comments about the plot (they better not be flames, you're warned �) must be directed to the real authoress, CortneyK.