The hyper, not-getting-enough-sleep Hanei Tamashii is back again! Boy,
lucky you guys aren't sick of me yet. The reason why I'm half awake is
because of my pesky lil sis who annoyed me to continue on with the previous
chapter till it was around one something in the morning! So I'm really just
a half-awake zombie typer right now. Anyway, all of a sudden I realize
Hakkai and Gojyo seemed to be missing the action lately. I'll try to get my
hands on them when the part is right.
Sigh~ I really want to expose the little mystery so that I can clear all the confusion and so that I won't be the only one smiling away as I type the story. Hehehehe...
Hanei's reply:
To laila : Haha! I like the way Sanzo shuts Goku up too! He should do that more often instead of making use of his harisen ne? ^_^
To chris: I don't quite get what you meant by different..but if you meant different as in suddenly I'm talking bout some crazy 'ol hag in an office then the next about the three unknown musketeers (Kemuri, Koori and Midori), while for this chapter, it's a little bit bout the past..well it's all the little, little pieces that finally makes up the whole picture. So yup, just read on and it'll all be cleared in time... I hope ^_^;
To Evantine: Arigatou for your e-mail! Appreciate it sooooo much that I'm dedicating this chapter to you! Ano... have you read 'O tanjobi desu Sanzo!' yet? Whaddya think?
To everyone: Thanx a lot for all your reviews. Keep em coming and so will the chapters ^o^ Hohoho..no this isn't a threat! Honest!
Disclaimer: Character's from saiyuki are merely being borrowed by this lowly fanfic author. Kazuya Minekura-sama, thank you for creating Gensomaden Saiyuki (worship)
The Only One
Chapter Seven
by Hanei Tamashii
11 years ago, Huo Fa Cemetery, Changan...
White circlets fluttered in the bright blue sky as a large group gathered around one particular grave. It was a beautiful day, a day that was worthy of the burial of Son Tokei's beloved wife Kai Fa. She always said she had wanted a clear day for a funeral, a day where her presence will not be mourned too deeply but one that will be remembered. A young boy of seven was garbed in a black suit like those around him. He seemed distant from the group. Some were lightly crying, wiping their tears aside. Most had a solemn expression, dark shades covering their eyes. He looked at his father. He had a peaceful look on his face. The brown hair boy was confused. Why was his mother being buried? Why? She looked so alive just a day ago. Why? The boy approached his father, Kiya-jii san by his side.
"Tou-san?"
In a nearby shrine, another youth swept the shrines ground. His shishou was busy preaching a new group of monks. He stretched his aching muscles. His seniors had left him alone once more. A flash of white caught his eyes. He picked up the white circlet. There was a burial ceremony today. He left the broom on the nearby tree and went into the bushes. The crowd was very large, larger than most. He hid in the bushes, not wanting to be noticed. Seeing that the ceremony was at its end, the youth decided to leave. He was about to get up when he heard a muffled sob.
"Nani?" He searched for the source of the sound and found a little boy crying behind a large tree trunk. He contemplated whether he should approach the boy. He didn't want to get involved in another person's business but as he watched the boy, the wall around his heart chipped just a little. He understood the boy's feeling perfectly, he too had lost his parents at a young age.
He carefully made his way past the thick bushes of thorns to the boy. He felt a light sting at his arms but ignored it. A few minutes later, he stood before the boy.
Smoldering gold brown eyes gazed into his purple ones. The youth smirked at the child's pathetic attempt to suppress his sobs. He took a seat beside the young one and placed hand around his shoulders.
"It's okay to cry. It's not shameful nor forbidden."
The young boy gave a teary smile and threw himself at the youth. The youth was shocked.
"Ano.. chotto matte!" he stuttered. "I didn't say you could.." but as the infinitely innocent gold eyes looked back up at him, the youth sighed.
"Fine...do as you like." He rolled his eyes as the boy bawled into his robes.
A few minutes later, only a few hiccups were heard as the boy calmed down. The youth felt stiff, holding the boy for so long.
"Oi! Your family must be looking for you. Ikku."
The brown head violently shook his head.
"Your okaa-san is gone but you still have your otou-san ne?
"Otou-san is sending me away. I don't wanna go back!"
"Everything takes place for a reason."
"What's reason?"
The youth sighed. "You'll understand when you grow up."
Happy eyes looked back at him. "Honto ni?"
"Hai."
The boy stood up in a flash. "Then I can't wait to grow up!"
The youth smirked. "Growing up ain't easy either."
"Sou kah? Aa!!! Onii-san! You're injured." The youth glanced at his arms. It was bleeding, but it was merely a light scratch. He ripped a small part of his sleeves and tied his arms. The boy looked unsure.
"Are you sure it's nothing?"
The youth nodded. He was about to tell the boy to go back once more when the boy grabbed his arm and dropped a light kiss on the bandage. The youth stood still, shocked. He pushed the boy back.
"What the heck are you doing?" He barked.
The boy looked back at him as though it was the most normal thing to do. "Okaa-san always gives me a little kiss whenever I hurt to take the pain away! You don't feel any pain ne?"
He didn't know how to reply the crazy little boy, but before he could yell at the boy for his stupidity, a distant call cried for the boy he presumed, as the boy suddenly panicked.
"Ano, I'll go now onii-san! I hope we'll meet again! You're nice! Ja!" And the youth stared at the boy's disappearing form. The youth couldn't help but glance at the bandage on his arm.
Ever so slowly, his lips curled upwards. "Baka." Unknowingly, the very day he met the boy, a small piece of his heart had save itself for the young boy.
Present time.....
Goku's eyes widened in shock. 'Sanzo?' His mouth was clamped shut on reflex. They were both males for god's sake. Goku tried to push the body on him away but Sanzo persisted. He captured Goku's lips and softly suckled on it. If possible, Goku eyes widened even more. No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't.. but he couldn't help himself. He could feel the soft pressure on his lips, taunting him, teasing him. He finally opened his mouth and let himself sink into the forbidden bliss. He could taste the bitterness of the beer Sanzo had just drunk mixed with the sweetness of him. Sanzo deepened the kiss and gently pushed Goku onto the couch. He smelled so familiar, so very familiar.. where had he inhaled this scent before? The woody tinge of incense.. the spicy smell of cologne, and the hint of tobacco which were new. It was intoxicating. At the back of his mind, a sudden image of her appeared. No! He couldn't betray her trust! But.. hadn't he already? The moment he responded?
"Houmei...."
Sanzo went still. The boy had said it.. the word that was fast becoming a taboo in his vocabulary. Her. Abruptly, he got off the boy. 'What was he thinking!?' He turned away, not wanting to face the boy. He didn't want to face that stupidly innocent eyes of his and unavoidably, the kiss-bruised lips of the saru. The room was silent except for the sounds of the duo's labored breathing. The couch creaked ever so slightly as the boy sat up. He quickly made the first move.
"I just wanted to shut you up."
".... you could have just told me to," the boy smartly replied softly.
Sanzo took a shaky step. "It was a mistake then. Forget it," and the tall bodyguard left the boy all alone.
To be continued....
Hanei's scribble:
Hehehe...this seemed like a good time to stop. Boy, this scene was getting a little too steamy for me. (wipes off sweat) At least I got it over with ne?
Do tell me watcha think of the story so far. I have no idea how long the story will go. It all depends whether I have written all the parts I want in it but I think (crosses finger)...mou.I think..(teary eyes) I will finish up this fic no matter what! Yosh!!
Ya know, when I read fics (previously anyway) I would scroll past the part the author comes to the bad guy part coz I had no idea what was going on. But as I wrote on the antagonist part, I'm beginning to see things in a new light. It's actually rather fun writing on the bad guy! Plus with this fic being a mystery genre, I'm beginning to drown in the sea of confusion that I have made up @_@ But it's not that confusing really, being the mastermind of the ficcy ^_^ Mou, it's just so hard trying to keep the three musketeers identity a secret!
Ano minna, if anyone hates this fic then just don't read it! I had a nightmare yesterday, dreaming that I received a review that completely stomped my fic (Mou! I hope that doesn't happen in real life) YADDA!!!
Sigh~ I really want to expose the little mystery so that I can clear all the confusion and so that I won't be the only one smiling away as I type the story. Hehehehe...
Hanei's reply:
To laila : Haha! I like the way Sanzo shuts Goku up too! He should do that more often instead of making use of his harisen ne? ^_^
To chris: I don't quite get what you meant by different..but if you meant different as in suddenly I'm talking bout some crazy 'ol hag in an office then the next about the three unknown musketeers (Kemuri, Koori and Midori), while for this chapter, it's a little bit bout the past..well it's all the little, little pieces that finally makes up the whole picture. So yup, just read on and it'll all be cleared in time... I hope ^_^;
To Evantine: Arigatou for your e-mail! Appreciate it sooooo much that I'm dedicating this chapter to you! Ano... have you read 'O tanjobi desu Sanzo!' yet? Whaddya think?
To everyone: Thanx a lot for all your reviews. Keep em coming and so will the chapters ^o^ Hohoho..no this isn't a threat! Honest!
Disclaimer: Character's from saiyuki are merely being borrowed by this lowly fanfic author. Kazuya Minekura-sama, thank you for creating Gensomaden Saiyuki (worship)
The Only One
Chapter Seven
by Hanei Tamashii
11 years ago, Huo Fa Cemetery, Changan...
White circlets fluttered in the bright blue sky as a large group gathered around one particular grave. It was a beautiful day, a day that was worthy of the burial of Son Tokei's beloved wife Kai Fa. She always said she had wanted a clear day for a funeral, a day where her presence will not be mourned too deeply but one that will be remembered. A young boy of seven was garbed in a black suit like those around him. He seemed distant from the group. Some were lightly crying, wiping their tears aside. Most had a solemn expression, dark shades covering their eyes. He looked at his father. He had a peaceful look on his face. The brown hair boy was confused. Why was his mother being buried? Why? She looked so alive just a day ago. Why? The boy approached his father, Kiya-jii san by his side.
"Tou-san?"
In a nearby shrine, another youth swept the shrines ground. His shishou was busy preaching a new group of monks. He stretched his aching muscles. His seniors had left him alone once more. A flash of white caught his eyes. He picked up the white circlet. There was a burial ceremony today. He left the broom on the nearby tree and went into the bushes. The crowd was very large, larger than most. He hid in the bushes, not wanting to be noticed. Seeing that the ceremony was at its end, the youth decided to leave. He was about to get up when he heard a muffled sob.
"Nani?" He searched for the source of the sound and found a little boy crying behind a large tree trunk. He contemplated whether he should approach the boy. He didn't want to get involved in another person's business but as he watched the boy, the wall around his heart chipped just a little. He understood the boy's feeling perfectly, he too had lost his parents at a young age.
He carefully made his way past the thick bushes of thorns to the boy. He felt a light sting at his arms but ignored it. A few minutes later, he stood before the boy.
Smoldering gold brown eyes gazed into his purple ones. The youth smirked at the child's pathetic attempt to suppress his sobs. He took a seat beside the young one and placed hand around his shoulders.
"It's okay to cry. It's not shameful nor forbidden."
The young boy gave a teary smile and threw himself at the youth. The youth was shocked.
"Ano.. chotto matte!" he stuttered. "I didn't say you could.." but as the infinitely innocent gold eyes looked back up at him, the youth sighed.
"Fine...do as you like." He rolled his eyes as the boy bawled into his robes.
A few minutes later, only a few hiccups were heard as the boy calmed down. The youth felt stiff, holding the boy for so long.
"Oi! Your family must be looking for you. Ikku."
The brown head violently shook his head.
"Your okaa-san is gone but you still have your otou-san ne?
"Otou-san is sending me away. I don't wanna go back!"
"Everything takes place for a reason."
"What's reason?"
The youth sighed. "You'll understand when you grow up."
Happy eyes looked back at him. "Honto ni?"
"Hai."
The boy stood up in a flash. "Then I can't wait to grow up!"
The youth smirked. "Growing up ain't easy either."
"Sou kah? Aa!!! Onii-san! You're injured." The youth glanced at his arms. It was bleeding, but it was merely a light scratch. He ripped a small part of his sleeves and tied his arms. The boy looked unsure.
"Are you sure it's nothing?"
The youth nodded. He was about to tell the boy to go back once more when the boy grabbed his arm and dropped a light kiss on the bandage. The youth stood still, shocked. He pushed the boy back.
"What the heck are you doing?" He barked.
The boy looked back at him as though it was the most normal thing to do. "Okaa-san always gives me a little kiss whenever I hurt to take the pain away! You don't feel any pain ne?"
He didn't know how to reply the crazy little boy, but before he could yell at the boy for his stupidity, a distant call cried for the boy he presumed, as the boy suddenly panicked.
"Ano, I'll go now onii-san! I hope we'll meet again! You're nice! Ja!" And the youth stared at the boy's disappearing form. The youth couldn't help but glance at the bandage on his arm.
Ever so slowly, his lips curled upwards. "Baka." Unknowingly, the very day he met the boy, a small piece of his heart had save itself for the young boy.
Present time.....
Goku's eyes widened in shock. 'Sanzo?' His mouth was clamped shut on reflex. They were both males for god's sake. Goku tried to push the body on him away but Sanzo persisted. He captured Goku's lips and softly suckled on it. If possible, Goku eyes widened even more. No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't.. but he couldn't help himself. He could feel the soft pressure on his lips, taunting him, teasing him. He finally opened his mouth and let himself sink into the forbidden bliss. He could taste the bitterness of the beer Sanzo had just drunk mixed with the sweetness of him. Sanzo deepened the kiss and gently pushed Goku onto the couch. He smelled so familiar, so very familiar.. where had he inhaled this scent before? The woody tinge of incense.. the spicy smell of cologne, and the hint of tobacco which were new. It was intoxicating. At the back of his mind, a sudden image of her appeared. No! He couldn't betray her trust! But.. hadn't he already? The moment he responded?
"Houmei...."
Sanzo went still. The boy had said it.. the word that was fast becoming a taboo in his vocabulary. Her. Abruptly, he got off the boy. 'What was he thinking!?' He turned away, not wanting to face the boy. He didn't want to face that stupidly innocent eyes of his and unavoidably, the kiss-bruised lips of the saru. The room was silent except for the sounds of the duo's labored breathing. The couch creaked ever so slightly as the boy sat up. He quickly made the first move.
"I just wanted to shut you up."
".... you could have just told me to," the boy smartly replied softly.
Sanzo took a shaky step. "It was a mistake then. Forget it," and the tall bodyguard left the boy all alone.
To be continued....
Hanei's scribble:
Hehehe...this seemed like a good time to stop. Boy, this scene was getting a little too steamy for me. (wipes off sweat) At least I got it over with ne?
Do tell me watcha think of the story so far. I have no idea how long the story will go. It all depends whether I have written all the parts I want in it but I think (crosses finger)...mou.I think..(teary eyes) I will finish up this fic no matter what! Yosh!!
Ya know, when I read fics (previously anyway) I would scroll past the part the author comes to the bad guy part coz I had no idea what was going on. But as I wrote on the antagonist part, I'm beginning to see things in a new light. It's actually rather fun writing on the bad guy! Plus with this fic being a mystery genre, I'm beginning to drown in the sea of confusion that I have made up @_@ But it's not that confusing really, being the mastermind of the ficcy ^_^ Mou, it's just so hard trying to keep the three musketeers identity a secret!
Ano minna, if anyone hates this fic then just don't read it! I had a nightmare yesterday, dreaming that I received a review that completely stomped my fic (Mou! I hope that doesn't happen in real life) YADDA!!!