Welcome to the second chapter! Sorry, it took so long but I was updating on my other story. I'll try to update a little faster; it all depends on how fast my mind works. This one starts out with Goku's pov and ends with Sanzo's pov. I apologize for any mistakes or errors. Reviews would be oh so great! No flames. Hope you enjoy!
Oh, and here's an odd coincidence. I'm posting this chapter on the first snow of the winter! And it reminded me of episode 16 from Saiyuki Reload where Goku is afraid of the snow. (I love that episode! :D) For some of you snow might be normal this time of year; but not when your in Northeastern Pennsylvania.
Song of the Day: Wake Me Up When Up September Ends by Green Day
Gojyo: Hey when am I gonna appear in this story?!
Me: Probably in the next chapter.
Britt: Don't worry; your definitely on of the main characters.
Goyjo: Ha! I told you baka-saru!
Goku: Yah, your a main character. I'm the main character!
Gojyo: You brat!
Goku: Ero-kappa!
Me: Well, everything seems normal here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. If I did, Hakkai would've run me over with the jeep.
I woke up to an unfamiliar thing that I hadn't felt in a long time. Warmth. It was so wonderful that I didn't even want to wake up. I was too afraid that if I opened my eyes, it would all be gone.
If I woke up now, I would be back in my prison. A prison that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape. If I woke now, I might never feel this warmth again.
But, it wasn't just the warmth that was new. As my senses became more aware, I picked up on another feeling. Something just as wonderful as the warmth. Light. And light comes from...
The sun.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to the bright room. A room. I wasn't still trapped, I had escaped the prison. I was in room, lying in a warm, comfy bed. And I'd just had the best night of sleep in....a very, very long time.
It all came back to me now. Someone had found me. Not just someone, a man named Sanzo! He was able to free me! And then he took me to his apartment, with the big window, and the city, and the food.
Food! It had been so long since I'd eaten. Yet while I was imprisoned....I never got hungry. So last night, even though it had only been ramen and egg rolls, I had been over joyed to eat it.
After dinner, I went into the spare room. It was so huge! It had a bed with light blue blankets and sea green sheets. The walls were faint orange and the floor was either tan or beige. I'm not quite sure what the difference was though.
The room wasn't very well decorated though. There was a small television sitting on a table with a few droors attached to it. A bedside table with a clock on it, a closet door, and a large window on the left wall. I still thought it was the coolest room ever!
I sat up in bed to turn and look at the clock. The big hand was on the seven and the little hand was in the middle of eight and nine so....It was eight thirty-five! And that could only mean one thing....Breakfast!
I jumped out my bed as quickly as possible....resulting in me falling out of the bed. I fell flat against the floor with a dull thud. I sat there dumb struck for a few seconds before scrambling up.
"Hehe...Whoops." I chuckled. It felt good to talk out loud again. Instead of just speaking in my mind.
If I wanted breakfast, I should probably go to the kitchen. What if Sanzo wasn't awake though? Would he mad if I got up and tried to find some food on my own?
I really didn't want to cause him trouble. Even though he seemed pretty mean, he was the one who freed me and picked me up off the streets. And then he was nice enough to take me to his house and feed me! I feel like I owed him so much just for that alone!
Sanzo may yell pretty loud, but I still like him! He took me away from the bad place, and now I can see the daylight again! That's what Sanzo reminds me of...He's like the sun.
Of all a sudden a wave of nostalgic hit me. Visions...flashes...Blurs of memories flashed through my mind. They came like lightning strikes crashing around in my mind. A wave of nausea hit when the blurs that looked like figures. Figures that had to be people. People...Demons...Men...Women...Kids....Golden hair.
And all at once...The visions dissipated. The nausea was gone and so were the figures. All the blurs, visions, golden hair. Gone. Like a nightmare that had come and left.
I still stood there for many moments...Frozen. Golden hair...
Finally, I snapped out of my trance and realized where I was and what I had been doing. I tried to calm my heart which was beating just a little faster than it had been.
I shook it off, as my mind cleared and the flashes completely left. Slowly, unsure if I could walk steadily, I made my way towards the door. After noting that my legs were fine I rushed out the door.
"Alright. We'll be there by nine forty-five. Bye." Apparently, Sanzo had been talking to somone on the phone. I heard the faint click of the off button before he slammed the phone on it's hook.
"Uh...Sanzo?" I said, announcing my presence. He turned towards me with a 'I don't take this kind of shit in the morning' look. Definitelt not a morning person.
"I'm hungry!" I whined. Sanzo groaned, obviously annoyed.
"You've said that like four times baka-saru!" He scolded. I gave him a befuddled look.
"No...I think I only said it two times, three at the most." I said.
"Smartass." He accused. "Breakfast is already made. It's scrambled eggs. Hurry up and eat 'cause we gotta make you look presentable." He ordered.
''Hm?"
"You need something to wear. Kami knows how long you've worn that. And you really could use a bath." Sanzo said, a little disgusted by the subject.
"Oh...M'kay." He nodded and left the room. Presumably, to find some clothes for me to wear.
About 8 minutes later...
The warm water from the shower felt so good against my skin. It had been so long since I had a nice, hot shower or bath. The smelly lotion I used in my hair, made it nice and soft too!
For the first time, in a long time, I was clean. After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed towards the spare room. As soon I closed the door of the room, I released a tranquil sigh.
On the bed, there were some clothes laid out for me to wear. A pair of green boxers, grey sweatpants, and a cerulean sweatshirt. It was all a pretty big on my small figure, but it would have to do.
After I dressed I turned to look in the small mirror attached to the closet door. The clothes looked baggy on me, and gave me a skinny look. But I wasn't bare, in fact I had some good muscle formed in my tan skin.
It had been a very long time since I got a look at myself. My wild, brown hair reminded me of the color of chestnuts and the leaves on the trees. And below my hairline...I noticed something else.
A headband. It was a heavy, golden headband. But it wasn't just a fashion accesory, it was a limiter. A limiter to keep my demonic powers under control. Although, humans and demons co-existed, most demons wore limiters to lead daily lives.
I fingered the restraint device cautiously. I knew I couldn't take this off, and I knew mostly why. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen if it ever broke.
Again... A distant voice in my head added. I shook the thought away quickly. I didn't want another flash like the one this morning. Maybe...I should tell Sanzo...
NO! You can't tell anyone!! What if they lock you up again?!
I should've been scared that there was a voice in my head giving me advice, but I was more afraid of what would happen if I didn't take it. I couldn't let Sanzo or anyone know. They'd hate me and lock me away again. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down my spine.
I took my hands away from the band and once again glanced in the mirror. The only thing that shown almost as brightly as the headband were my eyes. Golden eyes... Another characteristic I didn't need. I didn't linger on it though, for that too dug up unwanted things.
So instead, I went back towards the bed to where my old clothes were. I remember wearing them for so long. The light blue shirt that would be tucked into the white jeans, with the small belt to hold them up. Just a normal outfit to some...
To me though, it was something precious. As I stared at it more, the more fond of it I grew. Whether it was horrible or joyful, I had a past. And these clothes were one of the only things tying me to it.
I fingered the cloth thoughtfully in my hands. Wherever I end up, I'm taking these with me. That was my decision.
That's right! Sanzo was taking me to find somewhere for me to live. I was a little sad, since I was kind of used to the apartment now, but I figured where I'd be going would be fine.
I wasn't really asking for much. Just a warm bed, lots of food, and maybe some nice people. That's all I would need for now, since I didn't know what I was supposed to do with my life.
Live...Is what the voice in my head said. I didn't know whose it was, even though it sounded so familiar. But whether if it was someone I once knew or just a distant memory, I like the answer.
Live. Hmm...I could do that. I guess that will be my plan for now. I mean, living life is a good enough reason to get up in the morning, isn't it?
Sanzo's pov
It was Saturday morning and I was driving down town with a loud, curious monkey in tow. Yep, that's just how I wanted to spend my day. If it wasn't for coffee and cigarettes I wouldn't have even bothered to get up.
As soon as I got up this morning, I brewed a pot of coffee and grabbed the morning paper like any normal day. But then, I remembered that there was a stray kid staying in my spare room.
That's when the headache came and I had to also pop open a bottle of aspirin. This kid was staying in my house. By now he could have made off with a t.v. or stolen some cash.
I snorted at the thought. I don't think the little chimp really could do something like that. Then again...I really don't know anything about this boy, except his name. But apparently, neither did he. You could never be too sure though...
Before my paranoia got the best of me, I have to put my doubts to rest. Might as well check on him. Just to make sure everything in one piece, which it probably is. Hopefully.
I opened the door slowly, not really wanting to make a commotion. And all my suspicions were successfully put to an end when I saw Goku fast asleep in the bed.
He was so curled up that the only proof that he was there, was the lump under the blankets and the lump of brown hair sticking out. The only noise in the room was the faint ticking of the clock and his snoring.
Tsk. Some people actually call this cute. But cute, just wasn't a word in my vocabulary. I left the room without a sound and shut the door behind me.
Next, I took a quick shower and got dressed. A plain white top, green jacket, and a faded pair of jeans. Which reminded me, I needed to get the kis some clothes. Whatever I have will be big on him but at least it'll be clean.
I couldn't help but wonder if the kid was just accustomed to being covered in a layer of earth. He actually did resemble a wild monkey that you would find out in a forest.
My usual breakfast consisted of a dark mug of coffee and a nicotine filled cigarette. I might have to worry about lung cancer; but never losing weight.
Judging from the appetite the boy had he would probably be hungry though. I'd just have to make some scrambled eggs for the pipsqueak. I could barely cook any dish, but eggs I could handle.
It only took ten minutes to turn the gooey, yellow yolks into scrambled, chewy chunks. Sounds appetizing, doesn't it? After seeing him attack the ramen last night though, I hardly think it would matter to Goku. Give it a little pepper and a glass of milk and the kid would be fine.
Now the only thing left to do was to schedule the appointment. To do that I'd have to call the town hall building to tell them to have his records ready. After that it's smooth sailing; kid finds a guardian and I come out of it guilt free.
Dialing the numbers quickly as I waited for the damn phone to stop ringing. Finally after about two minutes, a young woman answred the voice with a rehearsed, "Hello, City Services Office. How may I help you?"
"Yes, this is Genjo Sanzo. I'd like to schedule an appoinment today. I need to look up the records of some orphan boy." I stated.
"What is the boy's full, legal name?" The woman asked professionally.
"Son Goku." I replied. I could faintly hear the woman typing a mile a minute on a computer keyboard.
"Alright, we'll need you to accompany him here to receive the records. Is 12:00 o'clock okay for you?" She asked.
Eleven o'clock is no good for me. I'm meeting Hakkai at eleven thirty and I really don't feel like canceling...
"Do you have anything earlier?" I questioned. A few more clicks before she answered.
"Uh...Well, there is an opening at nine forty-five. Is that fine?" I'll have to wake the monkey up now to make it in time.
"Alright. We'll be there at nine forty-five. Bye." As if on cue, Goku entered the room right as I hung up the phone.
"Uh...Sanzo?" He said apparently trying to gain my attention. I turned and gave him one of my famous 'I'm not a morning person' looks. But the little brat seemed unfazed by it.
Instead he whined, "I'm hungry!"
"You've said that like four times already baka-saru!" I yelled, very much annoyed.
"No...I think I only said it two times, three at the most.'' He stated. He's either very stupid, or very honest. If there's a difference.
"Smartass." I retorted. "Breakfast is already made. It's scrambled eggs. Hurry up and eat 'cause we gotta make you look presentable.''
"Hm?'' He asked dumbly.
''You need something to wear. Kami knows how long you've worn that outfit. And you could really use a bath." I didn't even bother to hide the light trace of disgust in my voice. This kid had been living in filth. Yet he didn't smell as bad you think someone would after not bathing for a while.
"Oh...M'kay." He responded. At least he was agreeable. I nodded before leaving him to devour the breakfast.
''Alright, Goku listen up. Just keep your mouth shut unless they ask you a question, and do not say the danger words.'' His eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Danger words?" He questioned.
"The danger words, which are I'm hungry. They're called the danger words because if you say them I can't guarantee your safety.'' His eyes widened before he silently nodded.
We walked in through the revolving doors and entered the main hallway. I couldn't help but notice how Goku glanced all around in awe and excitment.
I approached the front desk and waited for the young secretary to notice our presence. When she did, she pasted on a professional smile and turned her full attention to us. "How may I help you, Sanzo-sama?"
Must be someone who goes to my temple. "We're here for the appointment to check his records." I said gesturing towards the curious primate behind me. She looked down and smiled, more genuinely, at the boy.
"What's you name, honey?" She asked sweetly.
Goku smiled brightly back at her. ''I'm Goku." He answered.
''What a cute kid." She chuckled. She grabbed a paper from her desk and skimmed it before looking back at us.
"Go to room 109. It's down the hall, three doors to the left.'' She explained.
"Thanks." I replied. I'd yet to take two steps before I heard Goku give the woman a cheerful ''Bye!''
It only took a good thirty seconds to reach our destination. Without knocking I opened the door and pulled Goku in along with me. The room was simple enough with light decor and a little modest decoration. There was a large couch in front of the window and beside that was an armchair. And inside the armchair was a tall odd-looking man wearing a lond black coat.
"Ah, so you've arrived. Nice to finally meet you, Sanzo-sama.'' He greeted. It sounded almost like this guy was mocking me or something. Taking a closer look though, I realized this wasn't an ordinary man. He was a demon.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zakuro. I'm an investigation specialist.'' I raised an eyebrow at that. Why was there an investigator here to greet us.
"Hey, your hair looks pink!'' Goku chimed. A vein popped in my head as the idiotic statement left his mouth. Although, I suppose it was a bit funny.
"Uh...Yah, I guess it does. Anyway...'' Zakuro said trying to not go off track.
''Getting to the point, why are you here? We're only here to check his records.'' I deadpanned. The man smirked.
"I thought you'd never ask.'' He began. Goku, now interested in the conversation, listened intently. I waited expectantly for the answer to slip from his mouth.
"You see, it would seem,'' he began, ''that there are no records of Son Goku whatsoever.''
And there's the second chapter! A bit of a cliffhanger but don't worry. I'll update as son as I can.
And yes, I added Zakuro in this. If you don't know he's from Saiyuki reload gunlock. He was a good bad-ass villain, and I thought this role would be good for him.
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