Sanzo did manage to sleep past dawn and right on though to noon. Hunger woke him up. It look him a minute to figure out what the feeling was, not ever having this experience before. He went to sit up, and was not successful. He looked down at himself with passive disgust. Its seems the parasite took the unhooking of his pants as an invitation to round out Sanzo's figure. His small frame allowed him to hid nothing of his equivalent five month size. He rolled to his side to use the edge of the cot to sit up. He groaned, all of his body ached. The dull ache of taught skin had moved up to a constant throb. His stretched ads protested mightily. He knew this would make his shoulders and back hurt too. He pulled out the IV. It looks like he drained this bag anyway. He stretched, Ah! Adding insult to injury the fabric moving across his chest from that stretch revealed that his nipples were tender too.
He slumped, this was so completely and utterly humiliating. He saw that there was still the draw cord pants on the table along with lunch. Lunch seemed to be mixed buns, a Goku size serving of them too. His body was having a fight as to whether bathroom or food was more important this second. He decided bathroom. He rocked his way to standing, his balance was off he had to put his arms out to steady himself. He was amazed at how much heavy he felt. He grabbed the draw cord pants. Once in the bathroom he realized very soon he'd have to sit to pee, and here he had though it couldn't get anymore humiliating. Clean and redressed he went out into the room, he could hear Zaibu teaching class. Not only did he miss nicotine and tea he missed the smoking as something to do. The paper was there of course but this was getting much to routine. he had sat at the table and was absentmindedly eating. Some were savory and some were sweet. He decided to eat one of each at the same time. Pretty good he thought. He finished a good 1/2 of the platter this way before he felt sated. He was no longer amazed at how much he could put away, he accepted that it was the parasite's fault, but he wasn't going to eat it all just cause he could. He carefully stood up and walked out to the deck for some air.
When he got out there he realized that class was being held on the deck so he just started to walk toward the bench near the outside wall. He founded it much more tiring to walk to the other side of the garden then he should. He sat down on the shaded bench and listen to the lessons.
Koumyou do you smile over this place? He thought to himself. This temple is a little oasis and yet it is its own trap. Contrast, master, you always said it made both parts more beautiful. He dozed as the children sang.
The youngest student had been sent to wake Sanzo. Lessons were over, Zaibu thought maybe he'd need a snack or at least a stretch after sitting like that for hours. She walked over to him, his face was covered by his hair. She climbed on to the bench, and reached out to touch his hands. She fell forward, having knelt on the edge of her robe, into Sanzo's lap. Instinctively he grabbed her, pulling her into his body. The baby, no parasite, kicked them both. He was shocked, she laughed, and positioned herself to have both hands on his stomach. This meant sitting on his lap facing him. He stood up as quickly as his new shape would let him, which is not very fast so she just slid onto her feet. He frowned at her and she frowned at him, violet eyes fighting with dark eyes. He walked away, they were both pouting. He cradled his stomach, it felt so heavy he seemed to need help carrying it, and he still had four more days. HIs pout deepened into a scowl.
In his room the buns had been cleared away. He sat down, put on his glasses and opened the paper. He was really disinterested. He was still unnerved by that kick. Hiding from the door behind the paper he poked at his stomach, nothing, he put his hand to the underside and lifted is bulge. That got a reaction form the thing. It seemed to roll dragging its limbs along the walls of it's space. Sanzo was overwhelmed by mixed emotions, he was also a bit nauseous. Levering himself out of the chair he shut himself in the bathroom. He pulled the shirt over his head, stifling a gasp as it skimmed his chest.
That is so perverted, this is so perverted, a total perversion of nature. Fuck, I get to be a deviant monk and a deviant human, he said to himself. He felt dirty looking at himself this way. He was nearing six month equivalent size, he had developed very light freckles on his cheeks, he realized also that he hadn't shaven in five days and he had downy hair on his chin. His areola were darker.
Oh Gods no, he was not going to ask that monk that question, he thought, besides he was just going to leave it here so even if his body would do that he wasn't even going to think about it. He put his hands under his belly, he hadn't had, well, any experience with pregnancy before this. I mean he had seen the occasional pregnant female. He didn't even think he had spoken to one. He didn't feel like he could possibly get any bigger, his skin and abs throbbed. His back and feet hurt. He didn't even put his boots on today. He was warm too.
Ah fuck. He put his shirt back on and went out into his room.
Sanzo could hear people talking outside the room. Zaibu and Hakkia. Great company, Sanzo grumbled.
Not to long after that, Zaibu came in with dinner and some buns she said were for midnight snack. She asked if Hakkia could come in. "He is just worried about you, Sanzo, and since he knows about your condition do you really think there is any harm in it?" she remarked.
Sanzo pulled himself up to the table and slouch a bit obscuring his figure and said to send Hakkia in. Zaibu put down the food with two plates and the pot of "safe" tea. She then left to show Hakkia in. Seeing that everything was set she turned to go, Hakkia thanked her again.
Are you well, Sanzo? the green eyed man asked. "No". Was Sanzo's oh so enlightening reply. Sanzo was eyeing up that second plate, almost daring Hakkia to serve himself first. Sanzo quickly served himself, and started eating with all the manners of Goku. Hakkia just chuckled. He dished himself out a modest bit and eat slowly as not to compete with Sanzo. Sanzo looked good today, Hakkia thought, he looked rested and healthy.
The gaunt look of traveling to long had left his face. If he had looked like some kind of angle before it was worse now.
They were sipping tea when Hakkia attempted to talk to Sanzo again. Hakkia, in a kind of out of character move, asked very bluntly, "do you intend to keep it?" Again Sanzo replied "No." Sanzo shifted, all the weight was right on his tailbone, and it hurt. "We'll be here four more days tops and then I could care less what happens in this shit whole town."
Hakkia nodded. "Its not so bad here, not a bad place to grow up, the monk seems to really love the kids and I'm told they stay with families for holidays"
"Hakkia, damn it, this is a parasite. Why should I care how a leech or a tick gets to grow up!!" His voice dripped with venom.
Hakkia found that very harsh. He was mostly glad that Sanzo didn't want to take it along but the Well children were just that, children.
Hakkia just sipped his tea.
Sanzo wished Hakkia would leave, he really had to use the bathroom but didn't want Hakkia to see him. He was very uncomfortable, he shifted again. Hakkia, of course, noticed it and asked if Sanzo was ok. Sanzo made a dismissive sound. Fuck it, he couldn't wait any longer. he leaned heavily into the table and pushed himself to standing. Hakkia put down his cup and turned away so he wouldn't stare.
Oh gods he thought, I thought I could mentally handle this...Hakkia slumped out of his chair.
Sanzo wondered what was more pathetic. Being a pregnant male or fainting at the sight of one. He felt it was the later.
He stood in the doorway exiting the bathroom watching Hakkia pull himself together. Sanzo found the very amusing. Hakkia was really tough, really hard to rattle and he was rattled by this. Hakkia took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. He looked at Sanzo. Sanzo walked over to the table but decided to stand for a while so Hakkia was looking up at him.
"Does it move?" Hakkia asked. "Yeah, it just started to."replied Sanzo
Hakkia broke into his nervous laugh again. "This is all to strange."
"You're telling me, Sanzo declared ending in a snort. My gut has an underside! " He put his hand underneath it for emphasis.
"Oh Gods". Hakkia looked at his feet.
"I've had some crazy injuries Hakkia but am I going to recover from this? How does it get out!?"
Sanzo fell into sitting on the chair with that. Hakkia's eye's got huge and his laugh was on the edge of hysterical. Hakkia quickly finished his tea, said goodnight and left. All the calming himself he did yesterday was total shot, he didn't know if he'd be able to visit tomorrow. Zaibu stopped him at the door, she noticed how clammy he looked. Mr. Hakkia, could I ask for your assistants when delivery time arrives. These things are done by C-section and if you could heal the wound Sanzo would be ready to go much faster. Hakkia nodded quickly and stumbled out of the temple.
Zaibu poked her head into Sanzo's room he had his head down. Normally she would leave him alone when he was emotional but this time she thought he may need company. She walked into the room and touched his hands the way the children did here. He looked up, he was crying. All the smug feelings he had had at being able to rattle Hakkia were dashed into sadness and fear when he left. She stepped closer to Sanzo. He needed a hug but he would have to do it, she still didn't feel she knew him that well. For a moment she though he was going to shake her off, but then he pulled her in rubbing his face on her stomach, like a child, noiselessly sobbing into her. She put her hand on his head. She said nothing, she just waited. He slowly pulled himself together, took a deep breath and straightened up in the chair. She said, in a tone like nothing had happened, that Mr. Hakkia had agreed to assist in the delivery, that he would be there to close up the wound after the c-section. There, having answered the question he had without him having to ask seemed to make him feel better. He levered himself up off the chair and flopped onto the cot.
He didn't sleep, his mind was racing and the thing wouldn't settle down. With his elbows at his sides and his hands on his gut's sides as a gauge he felt and swore he could see the crest of the swell rise up. The stretching hurt, his organs being push around hurt, being emotional hurt, this was definitely hell. He was sure this would be added to his rotation of nightmares, right after his masters death but before his meeting with Ukoku.
Zaibu came in carrying the IV items. She saw that he was still awake so she just sat down. "So, Sanzo said, you've been though this four times?"
"Lets just say four successful times, although this is the first time I've sired." she internally cursed her honest. Sanzo snorted and placed his hand on the top of his swell.
"How do you want this to work? Zaibu asked. Do you even want to see it? Do you want to give it a name? Do you want it to know anything about you?
No, no to all of it Sanzo replied.
Well you have a few more days to think about it.
There is nothing to think about.
Ok, fine, how do you want to do this? She held up the IV.
"Put me out." he responded.
Luànzi deiced to give Gojyo the day off. This was mainly becuse they were both sore, and she had to believe that he even had his limits. She just let him sleep while she caught up with house work. He made a pot of coffee with bottled water and set out some food. Around noon he rolled out of bed and light a cigarette. Good morning sexy she said. He looked up at her. No no graying your hair this morning. He smirked. So you wanna tell me why you're abusing us this bad or should i just enjoy it?
"Your the first group of not old men I've seen in eight years, and not only are you not old but you're hot. It could be another eight years before I get another chance, she looked away from him, totally shallow reasons. "
"meh, I guess that is as good a reason as I need." He pulled her around to look at him and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her, a deep full kiss.
She does want to be a mom he thought. Her reason's for picking me are shallow and desparate but hey that is my type. He chuckled braking the kiss. They had their breakfast.