The Trouble With...H Chapter Two: The trouble With...Horror Stories
A/N: Whoo, chappeh two! [grins] This one took a bit longer than I expected because: a) 39's harder for meh to write (Sanzo won't cooperate), b) I had to help Gabby-koi move into her new hellhole (read: house). My declaration of hatred toward her family ensued. And c) I had everything ready to save and post yesterday but my disc is A FREAKING WHORE and lost it all. Plus I'm writing entirely by hand now...
Anyway, on with the show! Review responses are at the end! I was ecstatic with the huge amount of feedback from both this and 'Wonder'. You guys are great! I'm in the process of reading some of everyone's ficcehs, but I never seem to get enough time...[glares]
Yeah, Himiko's story is a parody to Ringu. I'm pretty sure they don't have television... and I suppose some 89 could beh insinuated here. [shrugs]
One more thing...could someone tell meh about this number thing? It's driving meh crazy. I know who has each number, but I don't know –what- each number represents.
--- There wasn't much in the world that felt better than a full stomach, at least in Goku's mind. However, once his hunger was demolished, at least for the time being, the little monkey was left without much else to do. It was too hot to go into town, especially when Gojyo was in too good a mood not to argue with him. He stayed out too late anyways. It was boring trying to help Himiko and Hakkai clean up in the kitchen. Eventually Hakkai suggested that he try and find Sanzo. Polite or not, Goku knew it was because he was in the way more than he actually helped.
But finding Sanzo seemed like a good idea. At least it would give him something to do. And once he found the monk, he might play a game with him or something. When Sanzo was in one of his uncharacteristic good moods, or when he just didn't care enough to tell him to go away, the blond could be talked into playing cards with him. Sure, he wasn't the most talkative of companions, but that's what made Sanzo...well, -Sanzo-.
And besides, Goku talked enough for the both of them. And when it was actually a topic of some importance, he might even offer an opinion of his own. It was all about catching him when he wasn't in the mood to let his fan—or worse, his gun—do the talking.
He bounded down the hall to the room the grumpy monk had barricaded himself in before dinner. The door was closed. He knocked twice and let himself in. Sanzo sat across the room at the window.
He glared at Goku, who shut the door behind him. "What the hell do you want?"
The monkey smiled. "I was wondering if you wanna play some cards or somethin'?"
"I'm busy."
"You don't look busy, you look like you're daydreaming at the wind-"he stopped, seeing a convincing argument down the business end of Sanzo's gun. "Alright, alright, you're busy. But I'm sleeping in here with you tonight!"
Goku had expected one of two things. First was a flat out refusal. The second was a lot more painful and involved aforementioned gun. He hoped for the former.
"Then come back when you're ready to sleep." Sanzo grumbled. "That means get out now." He growled around a freshly lit cigarette.
Goku realized that he'd been standing in the door with a mildly shocked expression on his face. He nodded, almost slamming the door as he left. Shrugging off the odd behaviour as one of the monk's almost-pleasant moods, the boy wandered again down the hall. He paused at the open door of the room Hakkai and Gojyo were sharing when he saw the brunette sitting on the bed.
"Hey," he waved, grinning.
Hakkai looked up from the book he was reading. "Hi Goku. Did you find Sanzo?"
"Yeah, he's sulking in his room." Goku hopped on the bed next to him. "You and Himiko done cleaning up?"
He nodded. Goku, sensing that Hakkai wouldn't be any help in his boredom relief, and probably wanted to read his book in peace, got up to leave. Hakkai smiled to himself at his young friend's restlessness'. "Don't stay up too late," he said, returning his eyes to the pages in front of him. "Sanzo might get upset."
"I won't," the monkey reassured him, leaving yet another room. The problem with most adults (Goku didn't consider himself an adult in the mental form) was that they usually tended to get caught in their bad moods.
He found himself in the dining room. Himiko was sitting at the table, a book in her hands.
"Jeez...is this a library or somethin'? Everyone's sitting around reading!"
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "Oh, Goku-san! Are you hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," he grinned, "but right now I'm just bored."
"Would you like some more ice cream?"
His eyes brightened. "Sure!"
He sat down at the table. She went into the kitchen, returning with the bucket and two spoons. Sitting down across from him, she put the ice cream in between them and handed Goku a spoon. The two dug in.
"So...whatcha reading?" he asked.
She smiled. "It's a horror story."
This interested him. "Really? What's it about?"
No one in his group read much, except for Hakkai. And Hakkai never read horror stories. He always read boring philosophy books, or thick collections of poetry Goku could never hope to understand. But that was how Hakkai was, and Goku admired him all the same.
"It's a ghost story about this little girl with super-strong psychic powers. She makes this picture that when you see it, she's supposed to kill you in seven days."
"Whoa..." Goku blinked in awe.
"Do you want me to read you some?" she asked, scooping another spoonful of ice cream and picking the book up off the table.
He nodded happily. So much for boredom...
Himiko opened the book again. She began aloud where she was. "...'The girl put down the juice pitcher when she heard the noise, like a hissing'..."
--- Sanzo scowled at the closed door. It was getting late. And the damn monkey wasn't back yet. He was hard enough to wake up –without- staying up all night. The monk pushed a spent cigarette into the windowsill and walked to the door. He was most likely wandering around the inn still. If he didn't make him go to sleep, Sanzo mused on his way out, probably no one would. It was in his own best interest to make it easier to leave early.
His own...not that he was concerned with the little monkey's well being or anything...
--- Himiko yawned. Goku had been listening to her read for at least an hour, maybe two.
"I'm sorry Goku-san. I think it's time for me to get some sleep. You're welcome to read more if you'd like."
Goku had been so caught up in the story, he hadn't realized how late it was. "No problem. I didn't know how we'd been here so long. This story's great!" he frowned a bit. "Sorry for keeping you up though."
She smiled. "It was fun." She returned the ice cream to the kitchen, then walked into the hall. "Goodnight."
"G'night Himiko-san," he grinned. The two parted in the hallway, her to her room, and him down the corridor to his own.
It was darker than it had been before. Or was it his imagination? No, there was definitely more shadows here. It unnerved him, the darkness closing in on him all of a sudden.
About halfway down, he couldn't take it anymore. He broke into a run and didn't stop until he reached the room, yanking the door open and throwing himself inside. He slammed the door quickly, leaning against it as he attempted to catch his breath.
It was then that he noticed that he was alone in the room. Sanzo was gone.
He gasped. "The girl got him!"
With a small whimper of worry, Goku pulled the door open again, this time running to Hakkai's room. The door was now closed. Goku, in his state of panic, forgot to knock and ran inside.
"The girl got Sanzo!" he yelped.
At the sudden wake up, Gojyo jerked up. Being such a small bed, he was rewarded with a trip to the floor, while somehow Hakkai stayed put.
"Goddammit monkey! What the hell is wrong with you?!" the half-breed snapped, rubbing the arm he had landed on.
Hakkai helped him up. Then he calmly looked at Goku. "What's going on?"
Goku clenched his fists. "The girl! She got Sanzo! He's gone!"
"Girl?" Gojyo raised an eyebrow. "Y'mean Himiko? Did the monk finally score a chick or something?"
Hakkai glared at him scoldingly. "Gojyo..."
"No!" Goku insisted, ignoring the innuendo. "No Himiko! It was—"
"Is it an attack?" Hakkai interrupted.
The boy shook his head. "The ghost girl! From the story! Sanzo must've seen the picture!"
Gojyo looked skeptically at Hakkai, who smiled sympathetically.
"Goku...that's just a story. You don't have anything to worry about."
"Yeah," Gojyo laughed, "Blondie's probably in the bathroom or outside smokin' it up."
Goku said nothing, but looked worriedly at Hakkai.
"He's right Goku," he took the boy's arm. "C'mon. I'll take you back to your room and you can wait for Sanzo there."
"I guess..." he muttered as the brunette led him out the door.
Gojyo scowled, watching the two leave. "Damn monkey..."
Hakkai took Goku to the room. The monkey sat on the bed, squirming under the sheet, more for security than for warmth. It –was- still on the hot side. Hakkai placed himself gently on the edge of the bed, patting Goku's arm comfortingly.
"Don't worry. He probably just went to get some air or something. He'll be back when he's tired. You should get some sleep." He pointed out, watching Goku try rather unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.
"Okay..." he pouted, shuffling deeper into the mattress.
Hakkai smiled. It –was- rather cute how Goku was so protective over Sanzo. "Goodnight Goku."
"'Night..." he replied as the brunette made his exit, leaving the door slightly ajar. The room was even darker than the hall, even with the beam of light that shot through the room from the open door.
He heard Hakkai shut his own door. Then he strained his senses to find anything amiss, playing nervously with the edge of the sheet.
--- Sanzo mentally cursed himself for forgetting to bring a light. When he'd set out to find the missing monkey, it was only a little past sunset. Now it was darker than even he'd expected.
He had wandered around the inn's grounds, searching for Goku with no avail. He checked the kitchen and dining room, but all he found was a book on the table. Then he went out again, on the porch for a cigarette. But he'd left his matches in his room.
So he made his way inside, angry with Goku for not coming back, and himself for caring. He stumbled through the entry room, managing to trip over a small bump on the rug.
"Dammit!" he blurted before catching himself.
He was lucky in one fact; at least no one was here to see him wandering around like a drunk. Definitely not very dignified. This was turning out to be a quite irritating night.
--- "Dammit!"
Goku heard the voice clearly. It was definitely Sanzo, and it sounded like he was in trouble. He barely discerned a muffled thump before the curse.
He leapt from the bed, legs tangling in the sheet. He kicked them off in a hurry and ran out of the room, down the hall. He stopped at the corridor's intersection, his back to the entry room, listening desperately for another noise.
A pair of arms snaked around him, pulling him into the main room.
"Sanzo!" he yelped before one of the hands clamped over his mouth. He wiggled furiously to remove himself from the arms, but the grip was too strong.
"Shut up you dumb monkey," an angry voice hissed in his ear. "You're going to wake the whole damn inn!"
Goku stopped struggling and turned around. Sanzo crossed his arms. "What the hell are you doing running and screaming around this late at night?"
"Looking for you!" the boy had a hard time keeping his voice down he was so relieved. "Himiko-san read me a horror story about this girl, and you were gone! I thought she got you!"
Sanzo rolled his eyes. "I wish. I was trying to find –you-..."
Goku's face brightened. "You were?"
He nodded. "...To make sure you got some sleep. The last thing I need is you whining how tired you are."
The brunette lunged at him suddenly, hugging the monk tightly. "I'm glad you're okay!"
"Get off me..." he grumbled. The darkness hid the shade of pink his cheeks had turned.
Goku did as he was told, still smiling with relief. He yawned again, unable to stop himself.
Sanzo glared, pulling his fan from his robes and fwapping the monkey. "Don't ever pull that shit again, got it? I don't want to spend all my time looking for you. Now let's get some sleep while there's still some night left."
He started down the hall. Goku followed obediently, rubbing the sore spot on his head where the harisen had hit him. The smile was still plastered on his face.
Back in the room, Sanzo gave Goku the comforter and one of the sheets. "Make yourself a bed and get the hell to sleep." He lay on the bed, turning his back to the monkey.
Goku made a bed with the comforter and used the sheet as his pillow. But he couldn't sleep, despite how tired he was. He listened to the calm breathing coming from the bed. Sanzo was probably already asleep. Goku sat up and looked at him. Then he looked around the room. The door was fully closed now, and the darkness seemed ready to swallow them both up. What if it took Sanzo once the boy was asleep? He started panicking again. He had to make sure nothing happened to the monk. He got up and lay carefully on the bed next to the blond.
Sanzo felt him curling up next to him. He didn't bother to open his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Goku pressed his forehead lightly into Sanzo's back. "I have to make sure...nothing happens..." he yawned again. "Can't sleep unless I'm sure..."
Sanzo sighed in resignation. "Fine. But if you mention this to anyone, revenge will be swift and painful."
The brunette snuggled closer. "Mmkay." He mutters sleepily.
If Goku needed this to get some sleep, Sanzo had little choice but to oblige. It was dangerous, not functioning fully. An attack could come at any time, and the last thing he needed was the monkey getting hurt.
The last thing he –wanted- was some bastard hurting Goku.
"Sanzo?"
"What?"
He smiled drowsily. "Thanks."
"Whatever..." the monk shrugged.
"I –am- glad you're safe." A thin arm set itself carefully on Sanzo's shoulder, as if hesitant to initiate contact.
Sanzo decided to ignore it.
"You wanna know what I saw while I was looking for you?" the monkey continued, a new thought presenting itself in his head. "Hakkai and Gojyo were—"
"Didn't I tell you to go the hell to sleep?"
"Sorry. G'night Sanzo." He could talk about it later.
The blond raised an eyebrow. "One more thing."
Goku prepared himself to curl into a ball, guessing Sanzo had had enough of his contact. He'd gone too far. "What?" he ventured.
"You're not allowed to read anymore horror stories."
Goku relaxed, laughing a bit. "That sounds fair to me. 'Night."
Sanzo waited until he was sure the boy was asleep before he drifted off.
"Goodnight."
--- End of chappeh 2! And now for the review response!
KawaiiLilMarron: I will continue! And wrath is more threatening I think...unless reef is some kind of raw meat...? [shudders]
Bakasaru Boi, Celeste1 and sweetxakre: Thankehs guys!
KarotsaMused: Thankehs for your comments—that's shibby too! Yeah, I noticed Himiko's an 'h' too...but I didn't plan on her hanging around! I just grabbed a name before the theme was set (which happened to beh from a GetBackers chara actually). Weird, ne?
Nightfall Rising: I'm glad the characterization is acceptable. And I noticed Goku –is- acting like Bikky! So Hakkai's Ryo and Gojyo's Dee...is Sanzo Carol then? XD As for 'Kai's clothes, I'm not sure exactly how they go. I thought it was the green shirt with a white one underneath. Is there more? He must've been really dying then!
duogambit and Me-Nuriko: [winks] Watch the pairings get screwed. I've been reading Karot's triangles...and I guess everyone –is- a review whore. I'm just more self-proclaimed perhaps?
crazygirlnaruto: You don't like 'Kai? I think it's a cute name. Only Gojyo gets to use it though. Heheh.
keistje: I hope this chappeh is to your liking! 39 is more difficult, but I –do- like it!
Chiharu Ylliana: It was really good, writing for the heat. It sorta made meh feel better. The only problem I had was the notebook pages kept sticking to my arm! XD
Crimson1: Summer inspired? I guess it's a justification!
A/N: Whoo, chappeh two! [grins] This one took a bit longer than I expected because: a) 39's harder for meh to write (Sanzo won't cooperate), b) I had to help Gabby-koi move into her new hellhole (read: house). My declaration of hatred toward her family ensued. And c) I had everything ready to save and post yesterday but my disc is A FREAKING WHORE and lost it all. Plus I'm writing entirely by hand now...
Anyway, on with the show! Review responses are at the end! I was ecstatic with the huge amount of feedback from both this and 'Wonder'. You guys are great! I'm in the process of reading some of everyone's ficcehs, but I never seem to get enough time...[glares]
Yeah, Himiko's story is a parody to Ringu. I'm pretty sure they don't have television... and I suppose some 89 could beh insinuated here. [shrugs]
One more thing...could someone tell meh about this number thing? It's driving meh crazy. I know who has each number, but I don't know –what- each number represents.
--- There wasn't much in the world that felt better than a full stomach, at least in Goku's mind. However, once his hunger was demolished, at least for the time being, the little monkey was left without much else to do. It was too hot to go into town, especially when Gojyo was in too good a mood not to argue with him. He stayed out too late anyways. It was boring trying to help Himiko and Hakkai clean up in the kitchen. Eventually Hakkai suggested that he try and find Sanzo. Polite or not, Goku knew it was because he was in the way more than he actually helped.
But finding Sanzo seemed like a good idea. At least it would give him something to do. And once he found the monk, he might play a game with him or something. When Sanzo was in one of his uncharacteristic good moods, or when he just didn't care enough to tell him to go away, the blond could be talked into playing cards with him. Sure, he wasn't the most talkative of companions, but that's what made Sanzo...well, -Sanzo-.
And besides, Goku talked enough for the both of them. And when it was actually a topic of some importance, he might even offer an opinion of his own. It was all about catching him when he wasn't in the mood to let his fan—or worse, his gun—do the talking.
He bounded down the hall to the room the grumpy monk had barricaded himself in before dinner. The door was closed. He knocked twice and let himself in. Sanzo sat across the room at the window.
He glared at Goku, who shut the door behind him. "What the hell do you want?"
The monkey smiled. "I was wondering if you wanna play some cards or somethin'?"
"I'm busy."
"You don't look busy, you look like you're daydreaming at the wind-"he stopped, seeing a convincing argument down the business end of Sanzo's gun. "Alright, alright, you're busy. But I'm sleeping in here with you tonight!"
Goku had expected one of two things. First was a flat out refusal. The second was a lot more painful and involved aforementioned gun. He hoped for the former.
"Then come back when you're ready to sleep." Sanzo grumbled. "That means get out now." He growled around a freshly lit cigarette.
Goku realized that he'd been standing in the door with a mildly shocked expression on his face. He nodded, almost slamming the door as he left. Shrugging off the odd behaviour as one of the monk's almost-pleasant moods, the boy wandered again down the hall. He paused at the open door of the room Hakkai and Gojyo were sharing when he saw the brunette sitting on the bed.
"Hey," he waved, grinning.
Hakkai looked up from the book he was reading. "Hi Goku. Did you find Sanzo?"
"Yeah, he's sulking in his room." Goku hopped on the bed next to him. "You and Himiko done cleaning up?"
He nodded. Goku, sensing that Hakkai wouldn't be any help in his boredom relief, and probably wanted to read his book in peace, got up to leave. Hakkai smiled to himself at his young friend's restlessness'. "Don't stay up too late," he said, returning his eyes to the pages in front of him. "Sanzo might get upset."
"I won't," the monkey reassured him, leaving yet another room. The problem with most adults (Goku didn't consider himself an adult in the mental form) was that they usually tended to get caught in their bad moods.
He found himself in the dining room. Himiko was sitting at the table, a book in her hands.
"Jeez...is this a library or somethin'? Everyone's sitting around reading!"
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "Oh, Goku-san! Are you hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," he grinned, "but right now I'm just bored."
"Would you like some more ice cream?"
His eyes brightened. "Sure!"
He sat down at the table. She went into the kitchen, returning with the bucket and two spoons. Sitting down across from him, she put the ice cream in between them and handed Goku a spoon. The two dug in.
"So...whatcha reading?" he asked.
She smiled. "It's a horror story."
This interested him. "Really? What's it about?"
No one in his group read much, except for Hakkai. And Hakkai never read horror stories. He always read boring philosophy books, or thick collections of poetry Goku could never hope to understand. But that was how Hakkai was, and Goku admired him all the same.
"It's a ghost story about this little girl with super-strong psychic powers. She makes this picture that when you see it, she's supposed to kill you in seven days."
"Whoa..." Goku blinked in awe.
"Do you want me to read you some?" she asked, scooping another spoonful of ice cream and picking the book up off the table.
He nodded happily. So much for boredom...
Himiko opened the book again. She began aloud where she was. "...'The girl put down the juice pitcher when she heard the noise, like a hissing'..."
--- Sanzo scowled at the closed door. It was getting late. And the damn monkey wasn't back yet. He was hard enough to wake up –without- staying up all night. The monk pushed a spent cigarette into the windowsill and walked to the door. He was most likely wandering around the inn still. If he didn't make him go to sleep, Sanzo mused on his way out, probably no one would. It was in his own best interest to make it easier to leave early.
His own...not that he was concerned with the little monkey's well being or anything...
--- Himiko yawned. Goku had been listening to her read for at least an hour, maybe two.
"I'm sorry Goku-san. I think it's time for me to get some sleep. You're welcome to read more if you'd like."
Goku had been so caught up in the story, he hadn't realized how late it was. "No problem. I didn't know how we'd been here so long. This story's great!" he frowned a bit. "Sorry for keeping you up though."
She smiled. "It was fun." She returned the ice cream to the kitchen, then walked into the hall. "Goodnight."
"G'night Himiko-san," he grinned. The two parted in the hallway, her to her room, and him down the corridor to his own.
It was darker than it had been before. Or was it his imagination? No, there was definitely more shadows here. It unnerved him, the darkness closing in on him all of a sudden.
About halfway down, he couldn't take it anymore. He broke into a run and didn't stop until he reached the room, yanking the door open and throwing himself inside. He slammed the door quickly, leaning against it as he attempted to catch his breath.
It was then that he noticed that he was alone in the room. Sanzo was gone.
He gasped. "The girl got him!"
With a small whimper of worry, Goku pulled the door open again, this time running to Hakkai's room. The door was now closed. Goku, in his state of panic, forgot to knock and ran inside.
"The girl got Sanzo!" he yelped.
At the sudden wake up, Gojyo jerked up. Being such a small bed, he was rewarded with a trip to the floor, while somehow Hakkai stayed put.
"Goddammit monkey! What the hell is wrong with you?!" the half-breed snapped, rubbing the arm he had landed on.
Hakkai helped him up. Then he calmly looked at Goku. "What's going on?"
Goku clenched his fists. "The girl! She got Sanzo! He's gone!"
"Girl?" Gojyo raised an eyebrow. "Y'mean Himiko? Did the monk finally score a chick or something?"
Hakkai glared at him scoldingly. "Gojyo..."
"No!" Goku insisted, ignoring the innuendo. "No Himiko! It was—"
"Is it an attack?" Hakkai interrupted.
The boy shook his head. "The ghost girl! From the story! Sanzo must've seen the picture!"
Gojyo looked skeptically at Hakkai, who smiled sympathetically.
"Goku...that's just a story. You don't have anything to worry about."
"Yeah," Gojyo laughed, "Blondie's probably in the bathroom or outside smokin' it up."
Goku said nothing, but looked worriedly at Hakkai.
"He's right Goku," he took the boy's arm. "C'mon. I'll take you back to your room and you can wait for Sanzo there."
"I guess..." he muttered as the brunette led him out the door.
Gojyo scowled, watching the two leave. "Damn monkey..."
Hakkai took Goku to the room. The monkey sat on the bed, squirming under the sheet, more for security than for warmth. It –was- still on the hot side. Hakkai placed himself gently on the edge of the bed, patting Goku's arm comfortingly.
"Don't worry. He probably just went to get some air or something. He'll be back when he's tired. You should get some sleep." He pointed out, watching Goku try rather unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.
"Okay..." he pouted, shuffling deeper into the mattress.
Hakkai smiled. It –was- rather cute how Goku was so protective over Sanzo. "Goodnight Goku."
"'Night..." he replied as the brunette made his exit, leaving the door slightly ajar. The room was even darker than the hall, even with the beam of light that shot through the room from the open door.
He heard Hakkai shut his own door. Then he strained his senses to find anything amiss, playing nervously with the edge of the sheet.
--- Sanzo mentally cursed himself for forgetting to bring a light. When he'd set out to find the missing monkey, it was only a little past sunset. Now it was darker than even he'd expected.
He had wandered around the inn's grounds, searching for Goku with no avail. He checked the kitchen and dining room, but all he found was a book on the table. Then he went out again, on the porch for a cigarette. But he'd left his matches in his room.
So he made his way inside, angry with Goku for not coming back, and himself for caring. He stumbled through the entry room, managing to trip over a small bump on the rug.
"Dammit!" he blurted before catching himself.
He was lucky in one fact; at least no one was here to see him wandering around like a drunk. Definitely not very dignified. This was turning out to be a quite irritating night.
--- "Dammit!"
Goku heard the voice clearly. It was definitely Sanzo, and it sounded like he was in trouble. He barely discerned a muffled thump before the curse.
He leapt from the bed, legs tangling in the sheet. He kicked them off in a hurry and ran out of the room, down the hall. He stopped at the corridor's intersection, his back to the entry room, listening desperately for another noise.
A pair of arms snaked around him, pulling him into the main room.
"Sanzo!" he yelped before one of the hands clamped over his mouth. He wiggled furiously to remove himself from the arms, but the grip was too strong.
"Shut up you dumb monkey," an angry voice hissed in his ear. "You're going to wake the whole damn inn!"
Goku stopped struggling and turned around. Sanzo crossed his arms. "What the hell are you doing running and screaming around this late at night?"
"Looking for you!" the boy had a hard time keeping his voice down he was so relieved. "Himiko-san read me a horror story about this girl, and you were gone! I thought she got you!"
Sanzo rolled his eyes. "I wish. I was trying to find –you-..."
Goku's face brightened. "You were?"
He nodded. "...To make sure you got some sleep. The last thing I need is you whining how tired you are."
The brunette lunged at him suddenly, hugging the monk tightly. "I'm glad you're okay!"
"Get off me..." he grumbled. The darkness hid the shade of pink his cheeks had turned.
Goku did as he was told, still smiling with relief. He yawned again, unable to stop himself.
Sanzo glared, pulling his fan from his robes and fwapping the monkey. "Don't ever pull that shit again, got it? I don't want to spend all my time looking for you. Now let's get some sleep while there's still some night left."
He started down the hall. Goku followed obediently, rubbing the sore spot on his head where the harisen had hit him. The smile was still plastered on his face.
Back in the room, Sanzo gave Goku the comforter and one of the sheets. "Make yourself a bed and get the hell to sleep." He lay on the bed, turning his back to the monkey.
Goku made a bed with the comforter and used the sheet as his pillow. But he couldn't sleep, despite how tired he was. He listened to the calm breathing coming from the bed. Sanzo was probably already asleep. Goku sat up and looked at him. Then he looked around the room. The door was fully closed now, and the darkness seemed ready to swallow them both up. What if it took Sanzo once the boy was asleep? He started panicking again. He had to make sure nothing happened to the monk. He got up and lay carefully on the bed next to the blond.
Sanzo felt him curling up next to him. He didn't bother to open his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Goku pressed his forehead lightly into Sanzo's back. "I have to make sure...nothing happens..." he yawned again. "Can't sleep unless I'm sure..."
Sanzo sighed in resignation. "Fine. But if you mention this to anyone, revenge will be swift and painful."
The brunette snuggled closer. "Mmkay." He mutters sleepily.
If Goku needed this to get some sleep, Sanzo had little choice but to oblige. It was dangerous, not functioning fully. An attack could come at any time, and the last thing he needed was the monkey getting hurt.
The last thing he –wanted- was some bastard hurting Goku.
"Sanzo?"
"What?"
He smiled drowsily. "Thanks."
"Whatever..." the monk shrugged.
"I –am- glad you're safe." A thin arm set itself carefully on Sanzo's shoulder, as if hesitant to initiate contact.
Sanzo decided to ignore it.
"You wanna know what I saw while I was looking for you?" the monkey continued, a new thought presenting itself in his head. "Hakkai and Gojyo were—"
"Didn't I tell you to go the hell to sleep?"
"Sorry. G'night Sanzo." He could talk about it later.
The blond raised an eyebrow. "One more thing."
Goku prepared himself to curl into a ball, guessing Sanzo had had enough of his contact. He'd gone too far. "What?" he ventured.
"You're not allowed to read anymore horror stories."
Goku relaxed, laughing a bit. "That sounds fair to me. 'Night."
Sanzo waited until he was sure the boy was asleep before he drifted off.
"Goodnight."
--- End of chappeh 2! And now for the review response!
KawaiiLilMarron: I will continue! And wrath is more threatening I think...unless reef is some kind of raw meat...? [shudders]
Bakasaru Boi, Celeste1 and sweetxakre: Thankehs guys!
KarotsaMused: Thankehs for your comments—that's shibby too! Yeah, I noticed Himiko's an 'h' too...but I didn't plan on her hanging around! I just grabbed a name before the theme was set (which happened to beh from a GetBackers chara actually). Weird, ne?
Nightfall Rising: I'm glad the characterization is acceptable. And I noticed Goku –is- acting like Bikky! So Hakkai's Ryo and Gojyo's Dee...is Sanzo Carol then? XD As for 'Kai's clothes, I'm not sure exactly how they go. I thought it was the green shirt with a white one underneath. Is there more? He must've been really dying then!
duogambit and Me-Nuriko: [winks] Watch the pairings get screwed. I've been reading Karot's triangles...and I guess everyone –is- a review whore. I'm just more self-proclaimed perhaps?
crazygirlnaruto: You don't like 'Kai? I think it's a cute name. Only Gojyo gets to use it though. Heheh.
keistje: I hope this chappeh is to your liking! 39 is more difficult, but I –do- like it!
Chiharu Ylliana: It was really good, writing for the heat. It sorta made meh feel better. The only problem I had was the notebook pages kept sticking to my arm! XD
Crimson1: Summer inspired? I guess it's a justification!