A/N: This is actually my first post in here…. I hope you would like my fanfic…
Disclaimer: I don't own, Saiyuki… I don't own its characters as well…
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
Chapter 1:
A STRANGE MEETING
A girl was running through the field. Her kimono was half ruined. She can't remember how long she was running but all she wanted was to run; to run away from 'him', to run away from the ghosts of what could have happened.
Seventeen-year-old Goku laid down on his futon, staring blankly into space. Sanzo, Hakkai and Gojyo were out in the market but haven't returned.
'What's taking them so long?'
Someone slammed onto the floor. Goku rose and went outside to see who it was. He saw an azure-haired girl, unconscious. He went near her but was half stunned to see the ripped kimono the girl was wearing. Goku flushed at the sight of the half naked girl, but still he did not hesitate to help her. He carried her to his room and laid her onto his futon.
He sat next to the futon, waiting for the girl to wake up. 'Ah… is she dead or something?'
The girl tilted her head and then slowly opened her eyes.
'Finally, you're awake!' Goku came to her.
The girl looked at him, then to her surroundings and finally remembered her situation; then pulled the blanket onto her chest. 'Who are you?' she hissed.
'Hey, don't you hiss at me. I'm the one supposed to ask you that. You came here unconscious with your ripped kimono, I helped you, and then you're going to babble like that?'
'Hah! And so you are shouting at the very owner of this house. How could you?'
'Excuse me, woman; but this dojo does not belong to you. This dojo is owned by a friend of mine, Hakkai.'
'Therefore you shall be thankful to him, but of course you shall respect his sister in a way.'
'Nonsense! You can't be his sister, he is quiet most of the time and he doesn't babble like you!'
'I will not tolerate such idiocy! Where is my brother anyway?'
'Woman, don't piss me off. I am not in the mood to hit anybody.' 'Especially someone who is as beautiful as you… Baka!!! What are you thinking of?!'
'Then hit me, but I won't be sure how grave you're punishment will be; especially if it came from my brother. And will you stop thinking nonsense?!!'
'What do you mean by thinking gibberish?'
'Hah! You pretend not to think of baloney?'
'Unfortunate for you woman, I can't understand you.'
'Intolerable! You're thoughts are that of… in other words I can read your mind, got that?'
'YOU CAN READ MY MIND?!!!' 'Heck! I thought this was easy.'