OMFG its done. (passes out) sya, i'm sleepy now.
Nebelkind- as do i to be honest. i always thought of goku like he was little till just last chapter, he just doesnt act very old.
warnings: OOCish? slight nataku-abuse? GOKU SHOPPING?! omg, the horror...
inspiration for this chapter: i'm a bitch by meredith brooks (cause it seems to fit this chapter in meh head.)
enjoy i hope
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/open up a dirty window,
let the sun illuminate
the word that you cannot fine,
reaching
for something in the distance
so close you can almost taste it-/
Two hours after Goku had entered Nataku's home found both boys sitting at the dinner table, food covering every last inch of the round table. Nataku eyed all the food, wondering how on earth they'd eat it all. They were only two young boys, and this...was the entirety of the food in his fridge. His father would kill him... Goku, oblivious to the raven haired teen's suffering, grinned happily. Just the scent drove him crazy! He wasnt sure he could stand to just stare at it any longer. After a few seconds, Goku broke his chopsticks apart and dove in, not really caring that he hadn't thanked anything for his meal.
Nataku stared in a mixture of disgust and awe as the vast amounts of food was quickly devoured, not a hint of manners anywhere to be seen as the brunette stuffed his face. God, just WATCHING Goku eat made him sick, but the sounds...his face twisted into a queasy look, and he couldn't even look at his own plate. Goku continued his feast, unaware of how sick he was making his new landlord of sorts. Landlord...that just clicked in Goku's head. Whenever they were staying at inns, they had to pay... Goku wasn't sure what to do in this situation.
Glancing up, the brunette raised an eyebrow at Nataku's pale face. "Waffs wong?" he asked around a mouth full of god only knew what.
Nataku twitched, placing a hand over his mouth as slowly as he could. "Swallow your food before you speak, you glutton."
Chewing a few more times, the brunette swallowed his food and repeated himself. "Whats wrong with you?"
His eye twitched as he stared at Goku incredulously. The nerve...! "Your eating like a damned pig...its gross."
Goku blinked, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just so hungry, I didn't really notice."
The raven haired teen waved a hand in dismissal. "Just...eat slower. And wipe your face."
Nodding, the older male scrubbed his face on his bare arm, not noticing that he now smeared soy sauce and ketchup and mayo and god knew what else on his arm. If anything, Nataku only felt sicker. Goku continued to devour the food, pausing when he noted Nataku's plate was untouched. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Not hungry?"
He shook his head, refusing to even LOOK at the food before him. Goku grinned, leaning over and plucking Nataku's full plate from its spot and setting it reverently upon his empty plate. Without any hesitation or concern for the small spot where Nataku had been eating from before Goku made him sick, the brunette inhaled the food. Watching in ill hidden disgust, the younger teen turned away and pushed from the table.
"I'm going to puke now." he said quickly, and for a moment, he actually felt he might.
Goku frowned, sticking his tongue out. "I cant be that gross." he mumbled indignantly.
He received a withering glare, and went back to eating, Nataku going ahead to the bathroom. When finally all the food was gone, and all the plates empty, Goku leaned back in his chair, content. Oh, how he had missed food. It had been much too long since he last tasted it. He relaxed against the chair, ears perking at the sound of running water. He stood up, stretching tiredly and followed the sound. Down the hall, and to the left was an open door, yellow light pouring from it, and when Goku peeked inside, he froze.
Looking up from readying the bathtub, Nataku raised an eyebrow. "What, never seen a bath before?"
Goku glowered at it. Oh he remembered them. He remembered how Sanzo made him take a bath at least twice a week. Oh, how he hated baths... "I've seen them before..." he muttered darkly.
Frowning, the younger teen replied, "Y'dont seem too happy about it."
"I HATE baths."
Nataku snickered. "You sound like a little kid."
"I'm nineteen...I'm not little." Goku said, keep well away from the bathtub.
"Nineteen?" he frowned. "Your so...short though." he said, unsure of what to describe Goku as.
The brunette bristled at the comment. "I am NOT short! I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet!"
"Your a thousand years old. I don't think its gonna happen if it hasn't already."
"Oh, shuddup!" Goku snapped, crossing his arms and pouting.
Rolling his eyes, Nataku gestured to the bath. "Your not touching any of my furniture until you bathe."
"Then I'll just run away!"
"Where to?"
"..." he hadn't thought about that.
"Exactly. Now, into the tub. My dad will kill me if you make a mess." Nataku said, grimacing at the idea of his father coming home to stained white couches and sheets. Oh that would end just wonderfully, he was sure.
Goku looked away, crossing his arms with a snooty expression. "No." he said simply.
"Do it or I'll never feed you again."
Goku stiffened, blanching. "W-What?" he said, turning around quickly in horror. Oh tell me he didn't say what I think he said! Goku thought.
The raven haired teen had a smug expression on his face, happy that Goku was starting to listen. "If you don't take a bath, I wont feed you ever again."
"Thats inhumane!"
"So is making me smell you from ten feet away!"
"B-But-!"
"No buts!"
Biting his lip with bubbly eyes, the brunette felt strangely abused. "Fine!" he huffed.
Nataku grinned. "Glad you see it my way." he commented, making his way out of the bathroom. Goku watched him go with a glare, but inside, the hamster wheel was turning. He walked into the steamy room, closing the door with his foot. Nataku wanted him clean? Okay. He'd take a bath then. But he was going to make sure Nataku never asked him to bathe again. A dark smirk grew on his face as he glanced at the water and bottles of soap and shampoo.
Nataku heaved a sigh as he slumped onto the couch, too tired to even pick up the remote. Not that there was anything to watch right now anyway. Oh what a day, he thought. He wasn't sure what made him more tired, the temple fiasco, or trying to cook all that food. He settled on both. Sighing, he wondered what to do. He couldn't really think of anything...god he wanted to sleep. Rubbing at his eyes, he yawned. No no, he couldn't sleep. Nataku had no idea what Goku would do while he was out right now. He looks human, but he's not, he reminded himself. It wouldn't be smart to let his guard down around the demon.
He stretched, blinking slowly. Without meaning to, he closed his eyes, dozing off in a light sleep. An hour passed, and when Goku finally peeked out from the bathroom, he was relieved to see his keeper asleep. Now that Goku was clean, he felt just a little bit better. His hair was tangled, but clean, and his skin was as clean as he could get it. Tip toeing into the living room, he frowned. Nataku looked really tired...the brunette wondered if he should be this cruel, but after another moment, the thought was gone.
Prodding the boy with a clawed finger, Goku grinned. "Nataku, I'm done."
Another prod awoke the sleeping teen, who frowned. He was so comfy... "Wha? Goku? Your out?" he mumbled, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes.
"Yup."
"Mmm..."
Goku wasn't sure what "mmm" meant, but he decided it was due to the boy's tiredness. Standing slowly, Nataku stretched, scratching at his head. Making his way to the bathroom to inspect the damage, the teen slowly shook himself awake. When he looked into the room, however, all sleep fled his mind instantly, and he could only gape in horror. The bathroom was SOAKED. Soap hung from the ceiling, the mirror, hell, it hung from a tooth brush! The floor and rug was soaked through with a mixture of shampoo and water, and the bath tiles were caked in dirt. From behind him, he heard the light steps of Goku, not turning to see him. Even if he did turn around, he'd only strangle the teen.
"Oh, sorry, I made a little mess. Hope you don't mind." Goku said, a light tone in his voice.
Nataku gaped at the room, not answering as the brunette began to walk away. Turning quickly, he glared at the retreating teen's back. "DAMMIT GOKU, GET BACK HERE!" he yelled, dashing forward and tackling him. The night ended with both teen's nursing bruised cheeks and rug burn from fighting on the floor.
Goku yawned widely, dragging his sleep logged body to the dinner table. Nataku was busy cleaning dishes he had neglected last night in his mad rush to clean the bathroom before anything stained. Goku slept through the whole thing, but he could tell from the circles under the raven haired teen's eyes that he hadn't gone to bed until late. He fought back a snicker, seating himself at the dinner table, where he could see into the large kitchen. Nataku put away the last dish, turning slowly to glower darkly at Goku, who almost flinched away. Somehow, he didn't feel safe with an angry, grudge holding boy cooking his food.
"Morning!" he chirped, grinning.
Nataku's eye twitched, and he forced out a bitter and tired, "morning." before turning away and hanging his head and he unrolled his sleeves. Turning to smile sweetly at the brunette, the teen said, "I suppose you'll be wanting breakfast then, as starving as you are."
Goku nodded, eyes filled with joy and trust. "Yeah!" he cheered.
The smile grew wider, and if Goku paid any attention to it, he'd note the sinister look on the boy's face. "Well then. Here you go." he said turning around and walking to the counter. Goku all but squirmed in his seat, hunger getting to him. When Nataku turned around without any food, and slapped a piece of paper on the table hard enough to make it shake, Goku found he was slightly confused.
The smile turned cruel. "Well then, heres the shopping list."
Goku looked from the list to Nataku, to the list then back to Nataku slowly, his mind a bit foggy with denial. "What?"
"You heard me."
"B-But, I cant shop! I don't even know this place's currency!" Goku protested.
Nataku smiled still as he reached into his pocket and set a couple dozen colorful notes on the table, to which Goku found familliar. "I'm sure you still remember this?"
Goku stared, finding that he did remember the money still. Biting his lip, he looked up and frowned. "B-But..."
"Your shopping for the food you devoured. After I cleaned up that god forsaken bathroom after you, you better go shopping. I may not be a demon, but I swear you'll suffer if you don't get out of here right now and bring back food." Nataku said, growing closer to Goku with each word, his aura growing more homicidal as he spoke. Goku gulped quietly, experiencing a bit of deja vu as he was threatened.
Nodding quickly, the brunette took the paper and the notes. "Y-Yessir!" he said, shoving the papers in his pocket.
As the older teen dashed out of the apartment, Nataku smiled to himself. Well, that was one less thing to worry about. With a final look at the door, the raven haired teen made his way to the couch and flopped down, instantly falling asleep once he made himself comfy.
The streets were busy, and Goku felt almost claustrophobic as he made his way to a super market. God, what happened while he was sealed away? It was like China doubled! Wincing as he heard the honking of horns, Goku figured thats probably exactly what happened. Nataku hadn't given him any directions, simply to buy food, so Goku wandered for a bit before he found a super market. He wasn't worried about getting lost, for if he backtracked a corner, he could still see the apartment building Nataku lived in. No one payed his messy clothing or tangled hair any attention as he entered the store, something Goku found relieving. He didn't care about his appearance, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself.
Pulling the list from his pocket, the brunette read off the contents, wrinkling his brow as he studied the list. Geez, he didn't know what half of this was! Whatever it was, he didn't care. He'd just buy it, and then get the hell out of here. It was almost no problem finding the items, however, the words "make sure to spend cheap!" on the bottom of the list made the task difficult. He couldn't compare prices for shit. Hakkai had always done that for him in the past, he simply carried it all.
Scratching his head, he frowned deeply. It was then that a soft voice caught his attention. "Do you need any help?" a woman behind him asked.
Blinking, Goku smiled sheepishly. "Yeah actually... I don't know how to compare prices..." he admitted.
The woman (in her early thirties at best) frowned. "Oh. Well, here, let me help..."
An hour later, Goku heaved a sigh of relief as he paid for the last of the food. Finally! It was all over! Turning a little, he smiled and thanked the woman, who smiled softly. She had been a great help, explaining what he was buying for starters. By the time Goku left the place, his arms were loaded down with bags, but he could shop now at least. By the time he was at the stair case to the apartments, he found his arms were numb from carrying the heavy bags, and he groaned, letting them go slack for a moment.
"God that hurts...least its almost over." he mumbled to himself, standing up and making his way up the stairs after he got the feeling in his arms back.
He opened the door with marginal difficulty, all but panting when he finally made his way inside. He instantly dropped the bags, slumping onto the floor. "It feels like I'm carrying friggen rocks...!" he sobbed, wondering what happened to his muscles. They felt non existent, but that was probably due to their lack of use in the last five hundred years. Sighing, he dragged himself to his feet, dragging the bags along with him. He remembered that there were frozen things in them, and if they went bad, he'd have to do this all over again. Lord knew he didn't need that.
"I swear, I'll never shop again!" he declared as he entered the kitchen, shoving things into the freezer and fridge, leaving whatever didn't need to be frozen on the counter for Nataku.
"Come to think of it, where IS Nataku...?" he asked aloud, making his way to the living room.
Nataku shifted in his sleep, mumbling before settling on his side. That was how Goku found him, and while the brunette was pissed off and tired, his bitterness seemed to leave him for the moment as he watched the sleeping teen. Rolling his eyes, he made his way into the chair next to the couch and flopped onto it, sighing happily at the fluffy material. Leaning back and shifting, he made himself comfy before falling asleep as well.
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OMFG this was all written in one sitting. my back aches not x.x but er...sya, s'like eight pages right there. a new record for me (waves a flag happily)
er, i have no idea how china's currency works, so i'm just going to be vague. if anyone has the patience to explain it to me, go right ahead, but until i actually know how it works, i'm avoiding writing it like i know what i'm talking about.
no japanese to know this chapter, hope you vaguely enjoyed