A/N: Just a little drably-thing that was bothering me. It's more like a snapshot in time then anything else. Oh well, enjoy the SanzoGokuness.
Smoking
No one had ever assumed Goku would start smoking. The young brunet hated the scent of them, the taste, the smoke; hell, he hated everything about them. So why, in all logic did the monkey even want to start smoking? None of them understood, because it was Goku's logic. And often Goku's logic was backwards and twisted around in a way that made perfect sense and yet no one would ever think of it.
It was Sanzo who stumbled across the young brunet standing outside an inn after they reached town, a pack of his Marlboro's in his hand and a lit cigarette between his lips. He was coughing as his body rejected the smoke. But nonetheless Goku tried to swallow it down and finish the cigarette. He seemed to be failing miserably.
Sanzo's response was quick and harsh; snatching the pack back with a quick smack over his head.
"Ow!" Goku cried, grabbing his head and stumbling away from the fuming blond. In his surprise the boy dropped the half-finished cigarette to the ground, and Sanzo quickly stomped it out. Goku glared as best he could through childish golden orbs. "What the hell was that for?"
Ignoring his question, Sanzo phrased his own, "Why the hell were you smoking my cigarettes?"
Goku frowned, turning his eyes away from his savior. "Because I hate the taste of them."
Sanzo stared at the boy a moment longer, waiting for him to elaborate. When Goku said nothing, he snarled, hand fisting around his fan. "If you hate the taste of them then why the hell are you smoking them?!" he snapped, loud enough for the sound to echo off the nearby walls. He wasn't sure why he was so concerned. Maybe it was after all the work he'd done into "raising" the pathetic excuse for a monkey, some stupid death from sickness would piss him off.
Goku suddenly leaned up, pushing the fan from Sanzo's hand and allowing it to fall to the ground with a thud. Sanzo wondered what in the hell Goku was doing as he wound his hands around the man's neck, fingers tangling in his hair as a lazy smile caught his lips. "Gojyo told me that when you smoke, your taste goes. Then I won't be able to taste the cigarettes at all. I won't be able to taste meat buns either, but that'll be okay," Goku drew closer and Sanzo swore he felt his heart stop. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming train; frozen with wide eyes and probably a stupid look on his face. "Because then…" his lips were just above Sanzo's now, and the boy's eyes began to drift close. "I'll be able to kiss you, and not have to taste them."
Goku then closed the distance, kissing the monk breathless. The kiss didn't last nearly as long as he wanted it to, as Goku pulled away, making a face. "Ew…" he muttered. If he had his fan, Sanzo would've smacked that that monkey for his damned adorable expression. "Or maybe you should just get some gum or somthin'."
With a grin Goku pulled away, scurrying back inside the inn. Sanzo stood frozen for a moment longer, before he felt his face heat up and his embarrassment grow. He muttered out several curses before grabbing his fan where it lay disregarded on the ground.
"I'm going to kill that fucking monkey!!"