[AN – BUAH. Alright, I promise I haven't forgotten about this. I've been rather… busy. ;A; I wish I could sit down and write all of these in one night, but instead I have to spew out art projects. However, I'm getting these done slowly but surely! I promise!
For my first one, this wasn't my very first request, but this was the first request I got on . For Sarah C., you get Sanzo/Kougaiji! Stay tuned for the next… five requests. XD; I promise you I'm getting them done.]
To begin with, being the "leader" of either Sanzo-party or the Kou-tachi is rather overrated. For Sanzo, he had to be able to help others out when they begged and pleaded for the guidance of a high-ranking holy man. Not only that, he was in charge of a group of morons and sent on a mission he obviously didn't assign himself as a "leader." For Kougaiji, being a demon prince had some quirks, but it was only some. Even as royalty, he was bossed around by the evil bitch called his stepmother, able to keep him under her thumb by keeping his real mother imprisoned via curse. Not only that, but she kept making him send out loyal follower after loyal follower and wiping them out one by one in a desperate attempt to get the Maten sutra.
So playing the leader was not as cracked up as people thought. Not only that, the stress on both of them would get nasty. The usual outlet was simply fighting the other group, four to four. It'd be the same kind of banter each time they encountered, and the end result was always the same. "I'm taking that sutra…" fight for about a good ten minutes, "You win for now, but next time that sutra will be mine…" Always the same encounter, but it was effective. The leader's stress levels tended to be reduced afterwards.
Though, like all good solutions, it didn't last. They started leaving their skirmishes with a little more tension each time they fought. Sanzo was more liable to fire a few rounds RIGHT by Goku's and Gojyo's ears rather than over their heads like he normally did without much warning. Kougaiji was starting to get a shorter and shorter temper with people back at Houtu. Around the time where Sanzo finally snapped at Hakkai and Kougaiji nearly threw a punch at Koushu, they separately decided the same thing (as if they were on the same wavelength, oh the joys of being a leader).
A few nights later, when the moon was high in the clear sky, the two met. Of course, Kougaiji was by himself for awhile, as Sanzo had decided to show up "fashionably late." The demon prince was starting to get fidgety from his perch in the trees when he finally saw the familiar black top and nearly arm-length gloves. He wasn't wearing his robe, but he wasn't unarmed, seeing the glimmer of metal in the moonlight. Kougaiji narrowed his eyes and hopped off the branch, straightening himself after landing.
The usual exchange wasn't going to happen tonight, as it was just the two of them. For a brief moment, they faced off in silence, and then the tension snapped as Kougaiji charged. Sanzo held his ground, raising the gun and firing off a few shots. The demon prince knew they were coming and managed to duck out of the way. Now that was a formality, and unsatisfied, Sanzo let out a soft "tch" and took a few steps forward, grip tightening on his pistol.
They collided and as Sanzo's gun was knocked from his hand, things deteriorated into fisticuffs. Feral snarls and grunts were heard as they landed blows on one another. The two hit the ground and continued fighting, but their snarls and grunts became interlaced with moans and panting, their movements were still violent, but grew more rhythmic, fists slowing their blows until finally their hands occupied themselves with other things. Still, they both left their marks on one another, bruises and bites, scratches and scrapes, and other flesh wounds, some harsher than others.
With a cry, their "fight" had ended, and as they both took a moment to recuperate, they realized they were both a lot more relaxed than even after the typical fight between the two groups. They looked at each other, knowing that this type of thing would happen again, but they left that unsaid. Instead, Kougaiji muttered "You better not breathe a word about what happened here tonight."
"Breathe a word about what?" Sanzo growled back, lighting up a cigarette.
With that, the two made their way back to their groups. Of course, the healers had questions over their newly acquired marks and their much more relaxed attitudes (even for Sanzo), but they weren't giving answers. So the healers left them alone and were left to simply speculate over what could've transpired that night.
[AN – Is that to your liking, Sarah C.? I'm sorry if it's not utterly romantic, buuut… there isn't much I can do as far as Sanzo and romance, ha ha. Thanks for reading, and feel free to put in some more requests! The more the merrier, and the more I get to stretch my brain!]