NEVER LET GO

Disclaimer: Do I look like owning Saiyuki?

A/N: Finally got this one up. Sorry for the long wait. Well I don't have anything, to say, hope you'll enjoy. Oh, and Sanzo might be kinda ooc in this chapter (as if he wasn't during the whole story TT). Happy reading!


Chapter Ten

Trust

Amethyst eyes jerked to open. Bewildered, the blond man looked around his surroundings, looking for whatever it was disturbing him.

"Sanzo? Is something wrong?" Hakkai asked, his voice carrying a tinge of worry.

Letting the question go unanswered, Sanzo just kept his gaze at the building in front of him; the tower of which is believed, to reach the realm of Heaven itself.

Bullshit.

All that Genjo Sanzo knew was that the particular building held one of his possessions, and being the possessive person that he is, he will definitely get it back no matter what.

He, Gojyo, and Hakkai, along with Kougaiji and his team, had made their way towards Homura's tower to claim back both Maten Scriptures and Goku. This is the third day that Goku has been possessed by that damned silver limiter. If Kougaiji information was true, then they have less than a day to snap the saru's mind back.

Sanzo bit back a snort. That youkai prince better have a good reason for keeping them waiting three days for his so-called plan.

True enough, his plan might help them getting Goku and his scripture back. If not, the youkai prince can have a bullet hole through his fiery head.

But the feeling that hit him just recently...

Blond brows knitted as Sanzo tried to recall the weird sensation that he experienced just seconds ago. What was that feeling? Like something—or yet, someone—far away...and yet so close...very close...

Like a calling voice...

That unforgettable feeling...

Belonged to an unforgettable person...

Could it be...?

"Oi you shitty monk! Hakkai's asking you a question! You should at least pay attention to him!" Gojyo scowled at the monk, brows knitted in fury.

"Geez, he's asked you so kindly, and yet you didn't even look at him! You're too busy thinking about what, your precious saru??" The red head continued bluntly, without knowing how right he was.

Strangely enough, Sanzo didn't seem to hear a single word of Gojyo's scold. He kept his gaze far away, his mind wandering, trying to grasp for the feeling.

Responding to Sanzo's silence, Kougaiji decided to step into the picture.

"What is it, Sanzo? Is it Son Goku?"

Twitching a little, Sanzo kept his mouth shut. Slowly, he turned his violet gaze to the sky, to the direction where the sun had made half of its way towards its resting place in the west.

Dusk was about to come. As well as their time, Goku's time.

"Not much time left," Sanzo finally spoke, his gaze hardened as he once again took determined steps towards the tower.

"Move your ass."

Six silhouettes behind him exchanged worried glances at the behavior of the corrupted monk.

"Nee... onii-chan... is the baldie alright? I mean, he's been so scary..." Lirin tugged at her brother's shirt, bright green eyes showed fear and worry so unlike her usual carefree and cheerful persona.

"Uhn, don't worry about it. He may look as if he doesn't care, but I'm pretty sure that deep down he's making a connection with his saru." Kougaiji replied lightly, bringing his hand down onto Lirin's head and mussing his little sister's carrot-colored hair.

"I'll so fucking kill you," Sanzo, who didn't miss the whole conversation, hissed threateningly, his expression unreadable. Hakkai placed a reassuring hand on the monk's shoulder to calm him down.

"Daijoubu," he whispered, loud enough only for Sanzo to hear.

"Goku will be alright. He's strong; he will get through this. All we have to do is just trust him. You trust him, don't you?" Green eyes gazed solemnly as they locked with amethyst ones.

Sanzo said nothing as he slowly averted his gaze from the deep green orbs, trying to hide his emotions as he did so.

"I do. I always do."

But, what if he doesn't?

What if he will never remember me anymore?

What if he hates me forever?

What if I'm too late?

What if I lose him... again?

The vision of Goku flooded his mind like tsunami. His cheerful and smiling face, with bright and innocent golden orbs, the remembrance of Goku looking up at him, with pure adoration shining within his eyes. Oh, how he longed for that luminous golden gaze. It felt like forever since the last time Goku had stared at him like that. For now the Goku he knew, will only stare at him with pure hatred and disgust.

"He will be alright... He will come back... Trust him..."

Sanzo closed his eyes as Hakkai's words rang again in his mind, slowly melting away his iced heart. Finally opening his eyes again, he stared at his companions.

"Let's go."

I trust you, Goku. You will come back. You will never forget me, I know it.

I trust you...


Zenon could not help but frown as he saw Goku walk away from Homura, with an unmistakable confused expression written on his features.

"Oi, kid! Isn't it a little soon for you to be back here? Surely you want to spend more time with Homu... I mean, your precious master?" the patched eyed kami plastered a wide grin on his face, which quickly slipped away as it failed to restore the shine on the boy's clouded features.

But what was more surprising was the fact that the golden-eyed boy was completely ignoring him. Golden eyes stared down, brows knitted as if thinking hard.

Zenon had never recalled seeing the boy this solemn.

"Ne... Zenon..." Goku suddenly spoke, staring up to the older man with uncharacteristic seriousness etched on his features.

The said kami dropped his jaw. Not only the boy turned serious all of a sudden, but also he actually called him 'Zenon', not the usual 'ero-kami'! Is the kid possessed or something??

"Oi, listen up, ero-kami! I'm trying to speak here!!" Goku's irritated yell snapped Zenon back from his thoughts. He quickly fixed his un-patched eye to the boy's irritated golden ones, uncharacteristically feeling relieved at being called 'ero-kami'.

"Sorry, chibi, I was daydreaming. Now speak up, what are you trying to say?"

Goku sighed, "I... I don't know what's happening to me. I feel strange... my mind is filled with fleeting images... they're so confusing..." he pressed a hand on his temple, brows knitted as if in deep thought.

"Just now, I picked up violet flowers for Homura, and said that they're pretty just like his eyes..." Goku shook his head, completely oblivious at the shock written on Zenon's expression.

"I don't know what has gotten into my head... I mean, I know that Homura's eyes aren't violet... but why did I pick violet flowers for him, moreover saying that they're like his eyes??" the golden-eyed teen scratched his head in frustration as he continued to speak.

"I'm so confused... Everything is confusing... Those violet flowers felt familiar, yet... I don't understand... it makes my head hurts...a lot..." Again, Goku pressed his hand on his forehead, eyes shut tightly as if suppressing his emotions within.

Zenon just stared at the boy, bewildered at what he's just heard.

It can't be... this kid...

THUD!!

The sound of something fell on the ground jerked Zenon's mind back. Panic crept over him as he realized he was no longer staring at a pair of golden eyes. Looking down abruptly he noticed that Goku had already fallen down on his knees, clutching his head, trying to catch his breath.

"Oi, kid!" Zenon immediately rushed to his aid, kneeling over the crumpled boy. Only then he realized, the boy's face was flushed red.

Don't tell me he's...

"Ze... Zenon..." Goku panted, hands trembled as he clutched his head tightly, pain clearly shown within his luminous eyes.

"It... hurts. My head... it hurts so much... AGH!!"

Goku let out small yelp in pain as he clutched his head tighter.

"Can't... take it... anymore..."

Zenon could only stare with widening eyes as he saw Goku's body went limp and collapsed onto his arms. The kami winced as he felt the small body was burning as if on fire.

What the hell... what the hell should I do??

"Zenon! I thought I heard Son Goku's screaming! Did something happen??" Shien made his way towards them, pale brows knitted in curiosity. His pale eyes widened at the sight of Goku's body in Zenon's grip. The boy breathed unevenly and started sweating.

"What..."

And just then, Homura chose the very moment to step into the picture.

"Zenon! Shien!! What's happening there? Why are you..." he stopped abruptly, mismatched eyes widened at the sight of all too familiar limp body.

"Son Goku??"


A/N: There you go. Hope this cliff would fill your angst meter. I apologize for the shortness, but I'll definitely get the next one longer, I promise. Oh, and by the next chapter we'll get more scenes on Sanzo and the others. I'm fed up writing about Homura. And as usual, thanks for reading, any comments will be appreciated.

Ja ne!