A/N:
Hey people! Thanks for the reviews, especially DragoraGirl who was really nice to me (love you, girl!). Everybody is such a sweetheart. Anyway, chap 3 is up next, though it's not so good. ^__~
Hope you'll still find the time to read, ne?
Thank y'all!
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The Monkey's Dream
Sanzo's POV:
Shit.
Double shit.
I can't sleep. All my cigarettes are gone, just when you need them the most. The wild monkey is still out. I am getting a bit worried.
I emphasize. BIT worried.
All my early urges have died out, and I suddenly feel restless. And that monkey is adding that as well. Okay, let's see. He shouldn't have taken seriously what I've said. By this time he should have known the difference of me being mad and just plain annoyed.
Sometimes I wonder if that saru really got a brain.
..
Well, maybe not.
Oh and yeah, I forgot that monkeys are afraid of guns.
That cook might babble again on my supposedly 'mean' attitude again if he found out. I could just hear him: "Maa, Sanzo. That's not very nice of you. I know you hate noises but I also know that deep inside you also hate taking it out on Goku.." Please.
And I don't even want to think about the horny water monster. He's enough to make one sick. I'll rather shoot my brains to listen to their dialogues.
Wait. Something wrong with the sentence.
Make that I'll rather shoot THEIR brains out.
And speak of the devil, those two are making so much noise, I swear they'll raise the dead.
There it goes again.
The noise.
"Tch."
Maybe its time to go for a nighttime stroll.
Not that I'm searching for Goku. No way.
I'm gonna walk outside, and if I happen to see Goku along the way, who cares? But, I repeat, I'm not looking for him. Not.
So I stood up from the bed, and righted my sutra. Within a matter of minutes, I was walking down the hallway, and out into the night. It was a beautiful evening, and the moon was nestled in a velvet sky. The evening wind chilled me, and I impatiently blew a puff of icy wind. Again, my thoughts wandered to a baka saru, wondering what could have made him stay outside this chilly night.
But hell, don't monkeys have warm fur? And I don't care; he could freeze dead out there. We could have our jeep- wait- dragon jeep, which was the ever-beloved pet of the cook; blow Goku a fire breath to defrost him.
So anyway, I really don't have any place to go, there's only one path, and that is unless of course I'd walk through the bushes and have those brambles tear at my clothes and my sutra. Or having those blasted thorns scratch my skin and face.
No, I'll just take the path. Thank you very much.
I suppose Goku took the same path, unless his monkeyish nature overtook him and he jumped from branch to branch of every tree.
My vein popped out at an image of a monkey Goku, tail wiggling behind him.
Ba-ka.
A little later, I reach some sort of bank, and it's right along a river. So, this village has at least one good view in it. I was beginning to think that the village was a good candidate for abolition. And as I was deciding which of the two: a fire or pack of demons would be much classier for the downfall of the village, I felt it.
I felt a presence hover just near me.
Then, as faint as it is- I'm not deaf anyway, and why would do you think I always put my pinky in my ear? - I heard a soft metallic clinking.
It sounds familiar. It's almost like metal being dragged.. But really isn't.
I know. It's chains. Chains clanking together.
Then it hit me.
Homura.
My hand snaked to my gun, feeling its comforting presence. Who cares if it doesn't affect that stupid Kami? I like shooting it at him, and like the hell I care if I didn't even hurt him.
But the clanking fainted even more, if possible.
Without knowing why, I follow the sounds. It's leading me to run to almost the other end of the river bank, and by the time I finally caught up with the clanking, I was a little sweaty. And, really, after all that running around, the clanking stopped.
So there I was, sweaty mess and all, and the clanking just stopped.
Really. Baka. Baka. Stupid.
Haughtily, I turned back, and then I felt the cold chill again.
Now my vein in my forehead is almost ready to pop out, but I chose to calm my nerves. Slowly, I turned around and saw him. He was walking almost right over the water, and for a while I thought he meant to drown himself or whatever. Not that I was a dim bulb to actually believe what I thought. Well, it was bizarre, after all.
So I watched his every step, and he just stops, looking down his at his feet.
It was dark, and I was in a good distance away from him, so I couldn't see what he was actually looking at. He stared a long time, and then after a while, I saw his lips move, as though saying something, then he laughs.
So, even gods can be a nutcase, eh? Good, the half breed water monster has finally a companion in that league.
Anyway, I was really curious as to what he was looking at, and I impulsively went closer, half- expecting to see nothing to be there, as though I was sure he really had lost his mind, and half-expecting something else.
But what I didn't expect was a sleeping monkey.
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Goku's POV:
I suppose I am in dreamland, because I was walking in a black and chilly place. And by the looks of it, I must be in a tunnel. Funny, it seems that this dream is rather boring.
I mean, walking in a tunnel? And alone? Where are the food and meat buns I dream of?
And anyway, this is so predictable. You know those square things with moving pictures in them? I think that's a radio. Or maybe a television. No, I'm sure it's a radio. No, I think it's a television.
Whatever. So anyway, those square things usually present stories about people and their dreams, and walking along a tunnel was one of them. You know, by the end of a tunnel, you'll see a light, and whoever you see in the end will supposedly be your destiny.
Your soul mate.
Ha. You think I don't know much about these things, ne?
I know about those things. And in all honesty, right now I'm thinking about the person whom I'll see in the end.
But I have a wish.
I actually knew who I wanted to see in the end of this tunnel. And I wish that it was the same person I'll see at the end of this tunnel.
And there it was- the light! I ran towards it, not caring if I looked like a crack pot fool who hasn't seen the sun for at least a thousand years. I wanted to see if the person I'm wishing for was indeed my soul mate. For a while, I considered stopping for a while, and offer a prayer to the gods.
Well, I just wanted to wish that I wouldn't see Gojyo there. Hehe. Well, you know, just to be sure.
I stopped running, however, and panted for a while. I can see the outline of the person who was standing there. But I can't see its face. So I walk slowly, straining my eyes. As I walk nearer, I felt happiness rush to my chest, and I almost choke at the tightness in my throat.
It was Sanzo.
Sanzo, whom I respect and obey and pledge loyalty to, was standing there, proving to be my destiny and my soul mate.
I didn't say a thing for a while, and I focused my eyes on him, wishing that the dream would never stop; or rather I would never wake up. After a long while, I begin to run again, and I opened my arms as though I was ready to crash him dead.
But he held out a hand, motioning for me to stop.
I immediately stopped. "Sanzo, is that you?"
The figure didn't move, didn't speak.
"Sanzo? Daijobou?" I asked, this time a little more loudly.
Somehow, this emitted a response from the figure.
A bad response.
The figure, who was really Sanzo, by the way, looked straight at me and the cold purple eyes was scathing at me. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Urusai! I don't to hear any words from you!"
Hey, dreams are supposed to be really happy and tear-falling joyous, ne?
But why this dream?
Sanzo still wasn't finished with that. The words become more cruel, almost chanting.
"Aren't you beaten up yet?"
"Where's Homura? I thought he'll come and get you away.."
"I wish he does, because I don't want a baka saru."
"I don't need a weak monkey like you."
"I don't want you near me."
"I hate you."
Stop it. Stop hurting me. I don't to hear you say that again.
But he just kept on going.
"You know what, Goku? I regret taking you out of that cave...."
No! Yamero! Please, anyone, get me away from here..
Then, I feel someone carry me, I don't know who. I feel light and feathery.
Sanzo from my dream is getting far and away.
I realize I'm awake now, and that dream is behind me. I squirm from the grasp of the person who is carrying me and I opened my eyes.
And I get the most shocking sight I've ever seen.
Homura's face.
I mean, it was shocking enough to see his not-so beautiful face and mismatched eyes just inches away from my line of vision, I was shocked to see him here.
And now.
While I'm hurting. Betcha he's psychic.
And that's saying something cause Homura's face can actually be pretty shocking and scary.
He realizes I've awaken, and he peers down on me.
"Had a bad dream, ne Son Goku?" he said, smiling.
I was confused. How did he knew that?
"Let go of me, Homura."
"Now, now, Son Goku. Didn't Sanzo said he wanted you to go? With me?" he asks, chuckling maliciously.
I try to say something, but I can' think of anything to say.
It was true. Sanzo said that. I felt weak, and I went limp in Homura's arms. The tears that was there earlier emerged.
"Don't worry, Son Goku. I'm taking you far, far away. Where Sanzo can't hurt you."
I tried to fight him but somehow I couldn't move. So I remained silent, and the tears cascaded to my cheeks. Apparently, Homura thought that it was a sign of acceptance.
Really, he was stupid, although he is a god.
So there, he was ready to take off, and was clutching me a bit too tightly.
But we heard a gunshot.
Not daring to believe it was true, I close my eyes, and restrained myself from hoping.
But I hear the words that took my breath away.
Not literally though, I have enough sense to still live after hearing that.
Because I thought I heard Sanzo, ordering Homura to let go of me.
t. b. c.
A/N:
There you go! I'm not happy about it though, this chap sucks!
I wanted it to be happy, but I guess under the circumstances it can't be helped.
Minna- please be kind to me and write your reviews. You know, just to give me your opinions o how to continue this. Maybe it's best to let Homura do nasty things (ehem- lemon) to Goku and let Sanzo watch. Nyaha.
Anyway, reviews okay? Love you guys!
Hey people! Thanks for the reviews, especially DragoraGirl who was really nice to me (love you, girl!). Everybody is such a sweetheart. Anyway, chap 3 is up next, though it's not so good. ^__~
Hope you'll still find the time to read, ne?
Thank y'all!
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The Monkey's Dream
Sanzo's POV:
Shit.
Double shit.
I can't sleep. All my cigarettes are gone, just when you need them the most. The wild monkey is still out. I am getting a bit worried.
I emphasize. BIT worried.
All my early urges have died out, and I suddenly feel restless. And that monkey is adding that as well. Okay, let's see. He shouldn't have taken seriously what I've said. By this time he should have known the difference of me being mad and just plain annoyed.
Sometimes I wonder if that saru really got a brain.
..
Well, maybe not.
Oh and yeah, I forgot that monkeys are afraid of guns.
That cook might babble again on my supposedly 'mean' attitude again if he found out. I could just hear him: "Maa, Sanzo. That's not very nice of you. I know you hate noises but I also know that deep inside you also hate taking it out on Goku.." Please.
And I don't even want to think about the horny water monster. He's enough to make one sick. I'll rather shoot my brains to listen to their dialogues.
Wait. Something wrong with the sentence.
Make that I'll rather shoot THEIR brains out.
And speak of the devil, those two are making so much noise, I swear they'll raise the dead.
There it goes again.
The noise.
"Tch."
Maybe its time to go for a nighttime stroll.
Not that I'm searching for Goku. No way.
I'm gonna walk outside, and if I happen to see Goku along the way, who cares? But, I repeat, I'm not looking for him. Not.
So I stood up from the bed, and righted my sutra. Within a matter of minutes, I was walking down the hallway, and out into the night. It was a beautiful evening, and the moon was nestled in a velvet sky. The evening wind chilled me, and I impatiently blew a puff of icy wind. Again, my thoughts wandered to a baka saru, wondering what could have made him stay outside this chilly night.
But hell, don't monkeys have warm fur? And I don't care; he could freeze dead out there. We could have our jeep- wait- dragon jeep, which was the ever-beloved pet of the cook; blow Goku a fire breath to defrost him.
So anyway, I really don't have any place to go, there's only one path, and that is unless of course I'd walk through the bushes and have those brambles tear at my clothes and my sutra. Or having those blasted thorns scratch my skin and face.
No, I'll just take the path. Thank you very much.
I suppose Goku took the same path, unless his monkeyish nature overtook him and he jumped from branch to branch of every tree.
My vein popped out at an image of a monkey Goku, tail wiggling behind him.
Ba-ka.
A little later, I reach some sort of bank, and it's right along a river. So, this village has at least one good view in it. I was beginning to think that the village was a good candidate for abolition. And as I was deciding which of the two: a fire or pack of demons would be much classier for the downfall of the village, I felt it.
I felt a presence hover just near me.
Then, as faint as it is- I'm not deaf anyway, and why would do you think I always put my pinky in my ear? - I heard a soft metallic clinking.
It sounds familiar. It's almost like metal being dragged.. But really isn't.
I know. It's chains. Chains clanking together.
Then it hit me.
Homura.
My hand snaked to my gun, feeling its comforting presence. Who cares if it doesn't affect that stupid Kami? I like shooting it at him, and like the hell I care if I didn't even hurt him.
But the clanking fainted even more, if possible.
Without knowing why, I follow the sounds. It's leading me to run to almost the other end of the river bank, and by the time I finally caught up with the clanking, I was a little sweaty. And, really, after all that running around, the clanking stopped.
So there I was, sweaty mess and all, and the clanking just stopped.
Really. Baka. Baka. Stupid.
Haughtily, I turned back, and then I felt the cold chill again.
Now my vein in my forehead is almost ready to pop out, but I chose to calm my nerves. Slowly, I turned around and saw him. He was walking almost right over the water, and for a while I thought he meant to drown himself or whatever. Not that I was a dim bulb to actually believe what I thought. Well, it was bizarre, after all.
So I watched his every step, and he just stops, looking down his at his feet.
It was dark, and I was in a good distance away from him, so I couldn't see what he was actually looking at. He stared a long time, and then after a while, I saw his lips move, as though saying something, then he laughs.
So, even gods can be a nutcase, eh? Good, the half breed water monster has finally a companion in that league.
Anyway, I was really curious as to what he was looking at, and I impulsively went closer, half- expecting to see nothing to be there, as though I was sure he really had lost his mind, and half-expecting something else.
But what I didn't expect was a sleeping monkey.
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Goku's POV:
I suppose I am in dreamland, because I was walking in a black and chilly place. And by the looks of it, I must be in a tunnel. Funny, it seems that this dream is rather boring.
I mean, walking in a tunnel? And alone? Where are the food and meat buns I dream of?
And anyway, this is so predictable. You know those square things with moving pictures in them? I think that's a radio. Or maybe a television. No, I'm sure it's a radio. No, I think it's a television.
Whatever. So anyway, those square things usually present stories about people and their dreams, and walking along a tunnel was one of them. You know, by the end of a tunnel, you'll see a light, and whoever you see in the end will supposedly be your destiny.
Your soul mate.
Ha. You think I don't know much about these things, ne?
I know about those things. And in all honesty, right now I'm thinking about the person whom I'll see in the end.
But I have a wish.
I actually knew who I wanted to see in the end of this tunnel. And I wish that it was the same person I'll see at the end of this tunnel.
And there it was- the light! I ran towards it, not caring if I looked like a crack pot fool who hasn't seen the sun for at least a thousand years. I wanted to see if the person I'm wishing for was indeed my soul mate. For a while, I considered stopping for a while, and offer a prayer to the gods.
Well, I just wanted to wish that I wouldn't see Gojyo there. Hehe. Well, you know, just to be sure.
I stopped running, however, and panted for a while. I can see the outline of the person who was standing there. But I can't see its face. So I walk slowly, straining my eyes. As I walk nearer, I felt happiness rush to my chest, and I almost choke at the tightness in my throat.
It was Sanzo.
Sanzo, whom I respect and obey and pledge loyalty to, was standing there, proving to be my destiny and my soul mate.
I didn't say a thing for a while, and I focused my eyes on him, wishing that the dream would never stop; or rather I would never wake up. After a long while, I begin to run again, and I opened my arms as though I was ready to crash him dead.
But he held out a hand, motioning for me to stop.
I immediately stopped. "Sanzo, is that you?"
The figure didn't move, didn't speak.
"Sanzo? Daijobou?" I asked, this time a little more loudly.
Somehow, this emitted a response from the figure.
A bad response.
The figure, who was really Sanzo, by the way, looked straight at me and the cold purple eyes was scathing at me. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Urusai! I don't to hear any words from you!"
Hey, dreams are supposed to be really happy and tear-falling joyous, ne?
But why this dream?
Sanzo still wasn't finished with that. The words become more cruel, almost chanting.
"Aren't you beaten up yet?"
"Where's Homura? I thought he'll come and get you away.."
"I wish he does, because I don't want a baka saru."
"I don't need a weak monkey like you."
"I don't want you near me."
"I hate you."
Stop it. Stop hurting me. I don't to hear you say that again.
But he just kept on going.
"You know what, Goku? I regret taking you out of that cave...."
No! Yamero! Please, anyone, get me away from here..
Then, I feel someone carry me, I don't know who. I feel light and feathery.
Sanzo from my dream is getting far and away.
I realize I'm awake now, and that dream is behind me. I squirm from the grasp of the person who is carrying me and I opened my eyes.
And I get the most shocking sight I've ever seen.
Homura's face.
I mean, it was shocking enough to see his not-so beautiful face and mismatched eyes just inches away from my line of vision, I was shocked to see him here.
And now.
While I'm hurting. Betcha he's psychic.
And that's saying something cause Homura's face can actually be pretty shocking and scary.
He realizes I've awaken, and he peers down on me.
"Had a bad dream, ne Son Goku?" he said, smiling.
I was confused. How did he knew that?
"Let go of me, Homura."
"Now, now, Son Goku. Didn't Sanzo said he wanted you to go? With me?" he asks, chuckling maliciously.
I try to say something, but I can' think of anything to say.
It was true. Sanzo said that. I felt weak, and I went limp in Homura's arms. The tears that was there earlier emerged.
"Don't worry, Son Goku. I'm taking you far, far away. Where Sanzo can't hurt you."
I tried to fight him but somehow I couldn't move. So I remained silent, and the tears cascaded to my cheeks. Apparently, Homura thought that it was a sign of acceptance.
Really, he was stupid, although he is a god.
So there, he was ready to take off, and was clutching me a bit too tightly.
But we heard a gunshot.
Not daring to believe it was true, I close my eyes, and restrained myself from hoping.
But I hear the words that took my breath away.
Not literally though, I have enough sense to still live after hearing that.
Because I thought I heard Sanzo, ordering Homura to let go of me.
t. b. c.
A/N:
There you go! I'm not happy about it though, this chap sucks!
I wanted it to be happy, but I guess under the circumstances it can't be helped.
Minna- please be kind to me and write your reviews. You know, just to give me your opinions o how to continue this. Maybe it's best to let Homura do nasty things (ehem- lemon) to Goku and let Sanzo watch. Nyaha.
Anyway, reviews okay? Love you guys!