Minna, minna, minna!!!!!!!! It's the last chappie already!!!!! Gosh.....
time practically flies when you're typing!
To Gokugurl : Yup, no more cliffhangers coz this is the last chappie ;_;
To hoshii : Hah! I would never leave the story hanging like that!! Uh.... (guiltily stares at half done pieces on Sailormoon fic) Ahahaha...(rubs the back of head)
To chris : Bright, bright, bright!!!
To Darkness XI : Honto ni? Honto ni??? Arigatou!!!!
To laila : Romantic scenes? Hehehe..... thought you'll never ask! ^o^ Hohohoho
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To Seki : No!!!! Don't fall!!!! Who else gonna review if you do???
To sLL : What?! Just getting good? You mean the entire fic wasn't good? ;_; (wails)
To stresser : A few more chapps? Nah, I think I'll end it all here ne?
ARIGATOU MINNA for kindly reviewing!!!!! What would I do without you? (Not write anything I think)
Muahahah!!!! Enough crap! ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Disclaimers: The characters of Gensomaden Saiyuki do not belong to me. Minna! Lets worship Kazuya Minekura-sama for creating it! Yosh!
The Only One
Epilogue
by Hanei Tamashii
3 years later, Changan Airport...
Tons and tons of girls of all ages flooded the entire arrival hall. Some held large bouquet of flowers, others brought life-sized teddy bears while some held up large banners littered with drawings of hearts all over. The arrival hall had never been livelier with the bustling activity and noisy chatter amongst the giggly girls. Finally, a short tune filled the hall that captured everyone's attention. The announcer's voice soon followed.
"Flight 301 from Tokyo has landed."
As soon as that was heard, a flurry of excitement buzzed through the hall. A deep sense of anticipation hung in the air as hearts pounded excitedly. A few people approached the automatic sliding doors and did their best to battle against the sea of girls. Then, with a swarm of bodyguards around him, one boy appeared from the corridors leading to the arrival hall. His youthful feature was obscured by dark shades but everyone recognized the long brown hair hanging behind his back from his unruly mop of hair. He dressed casually in a black leather jacket over a white collared shirt and jeans yet managed to look so carelessly appealing. He had only taken one step into the arrival hall as the sliding doors slid aside when his thousands of fans rushed at him.
"GOKU-SAMA!!! AH!!!"
"GOKU-CHAN! JUST ONE PICTURE!"
"GOKU-SAMA!! I LOVE YOU!"
Goku took it all in stride. As his bodyguards busied themselves to make way for the young star, Goku took off his shades and gave his diehard fans a disarming smile. He signed autographs and accepted the large presents shoved in his face and gave his fans the attention that they desired. It took awhile, but he managed to reach the waiting limousine. Outside, his thousands of fans were still clamoring over the seldom seen star. A few minutes later, the door opened once more and a redhead squeezed himself in.
The redhead gave a huff before facing the smiling boy. "Did you see that!? Those onnas were crazy man!" Goku chuckled. "Ero-kappa, I thought you said you like your onnas' crazy?"
The redhead paused for a thought. "Of course I do!" And the two laughed as the limousine sped away.
"Are all the guest here?"
"Hai Son-sama"
"Is the food ready?"
"Hai Son-sama."
"Oh my god! I forgot to cancel my appointment with Hiyori-san!"
"I already did sir."
Son Tokei smiled gratefully at his assistant of three years. "Arigatou Hakkai-san. What would I do without you, and stop calling me Son- sama! You make me sound like some old man!" The bespectacled man returned Son Tokei's smile. "Hai Son-sama."
An elderly woman dressed in the customary maid's uniform hurried into the large hall. "Son-sama! Your son is back!"
"Arigaou Jun." With Hakkai by his side, Son Tokei headed to the main door. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Okay, maybe more than a little anxious but he help himself. Goku was finally home. It had been three years since Goku had left Changan, three years since that fateful day. Son Tokei felt proud of his son though he wouldn't tell Goku. Though he rather have his son pick up business studies and inherit his company instead of pursuing the glitz of stardom, he was nevertheless glad at his son's huge success. However, with the multitalented Hakkai taking over that traitor Maede's place, Son Tokei had found the perfect heir for his corporate empire. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of his son leaving home all alone and had sent Gojyo to accompany his son in his journey. He entrusted the two-Hakkai and Gojyo, both man were fast becoming part of the family.
"Tokei-san?" Son Tokei glanced at the now slightly worried looking Hakkai. He didn't realize he had his hands on the clasp of the bronze knob for some time now. He gave the younger man an assuring smile before throwing the doors open.
"Goku! You're...."
"Geroff me ero-kappa!!!"
"I dare you to say that again!"
"ERO-KAPPA! Horny cockroach head!"
"Why you baka saru!"
Everyone at the large mansion's compound sweatdropped, Son Tokei and Hakkai included. Hakkai gave a wide smile before easily sliding back into the once familiar role as the peacemaker of the two.
The welcome party was a blast and had lasted well into the night. Goku found himself staring at the gardens below the balcony as he sipped his punch. Three years, three years was a long time to be away from home. Goku sighed. Seeing the graying hair of his father, he could no longer hide from the fact the world had indeed continued revolving even since that day. Goku tried so hard to forget about that day, that incident.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Goku turned to face Hakkai's always smiling face and chuckled. "No, but for a nikuman maybe." This time, Hakkai genuinely smiled, their laughter breaking the tranquility of the silent garden.
When the two finally settled down, the elder man looked up at the twinkling sky. "Your father is glad that you're back."
Goku smiled. "So am I, I think."
"You have been touring all over the world in the last three years, he thought you had forgotten about your old man," Hakkai said turning to look at Goku. He had changed so much but didn't at the same time. Yes, he looked different, with the trendy hair style and cool outfits Hakkai had seen from magazines but that was all in the appearance. Hakkai knew better. The youth never lost his constant cheerfulness for life but he could only wondered how the real Goku felt now.
"Of course I haven't," Goku answered in a sad tone. "I haven't forgotten...." Hakkai knew they were no longer on the issue of Goku forgetting his father. "Goku, I'm sorry to have..." but Goku cut him off. "I'm okay Hakkai! Jeez! Don't get all gloomy on me! I'm really okay!"
Hakkai looked unsure at the young superstar. He knew Goku hadn't forgotten about that day.... about Sanzo. They had searched so hard through the remains of the corporation. Right after the explosion, the entire building had collapse. Goku had been maniacal, pressing them to look for the blonde from the early mornings to the wee hours of the night. But after four days of long agonizing searching, the rescue workers had declared to stop the operation. "He is dead" they had said and Hakkai remembered the golden eyed boy fainting into the rubbles from the lack of rest.
"Hakkai! Enough of me! How about you? The last time you called you said you found her! Honto ni!?" Hakkai decided to overlook the boy's hopeless attempt of diverting the issue. "Hai! I found her, she's in a coma, the doctors have no idea if she'll ever wake up but I think... She will one day." Goku listened attentively as Hakkai related his tireless attempt to search for Kanan. He had found out that his lover didn't die as proclaimed by the corporation. The corporation had been after Kanan's father as he had created the microchip, which originally was some classified experiment for the government. Wanting to keep the creation to themselves, the corporation had wiped out Kanan's entire family. Luckily she had survived but only to end up in a coma.
"I'll take care of her. I'll take care of her forever."
Goku couldn't help but feel happy for the man. At least his lover had survived ne? Goku bid Hakkai good luck and thanked the man. "Arigatou Hakkai! I don't know what otou-san would do without you helping him out."
Hakkai gave a short laugh, "Tokei-san would have done just fine, like you have." Goku sighed inwardly. He admired the man, he was not only a qualified doctor, but was also a great inventor and excelled in business as well. He could only pondered on how he did it.
"Hoi! Hakkai! Saru! You don't know what you're missing, standing out here like some freakkin' lamp poles," Gojyo said loudly from the doorway to the balcony. Goku narrowed his eyes as Hakkai gave his usual laugh. "You're the one snatchin all the pretty onnas to yourself ero-kappa!"
"Why of course."
"But with my good looks, you'll be losing out oji-san."
"Why you arrogant saru!" Gojyo lunged for the smugly smiling boy as Hakkai rubbed the back of his head. "Yare, yare.. it's good to have you two back... I think." As they partied into the night, a letter lay untouched in Hakkai's office.
Goku lay a bouquet of white roses before his mother's grave. It had been quite a while since he had last visited her. He had been so busy making a career for himself in the last three years that he almost forgotten about home. It was hard in the beginning, trying to gain sponsorship and all. Goku had refused his father's help. But with his talent, he had finally done it. He cleaned the grave a little, pulling out some weeds when a small hand appeared and helped him. Goku looked in surprise at the small boy squatting beside him. The child had gold hair.. just like Sanzo.
"Hello onii-chan!"
Goku could only stare at the boy. Was it his imagination that every boy with blonde hair looked a little like Sanzo? "O...Ohayo." The child beamed at his reply and proceeded in helping Goku in his task.
"Ano.." Goku couldn't help but wonder where the boy was from. "Where are you from?" Goku had a vague idea where the boy was, judging from the plain white robes he wore, but it couldn't be. The shrine had been abandoned for ages.
"There!" The youth pointed into the roughs. "The shrine!" Goku stood still and slowly looked beyond the roughs. He could see only a brief outline of the shrine from where he stood but he couldn't quite see it clearly. Goku turned his attention back to the boy. Was he a reincarnation of Sanzo? A young blonde monk from the same shrine? Goku laughed at his silliness. What was he thinking? Reincarnation? Really, he must be losing his marbles. As emerald eyes stared curiously at him, Goku held out his hand.
"Why don't you show me around?"
The boy gave another gleeful smile. "Hai!"
The boy chattered animatedly by his side, eager to share everything he knew of the shrine with his newfound friend. Goku enjoyed the boy's company, his cheerfulness reminding him so much of himself. Was this how Sanzo felt when he was like this? A light amusement at the mindless chatter? Goku darkened. No, he would never know now would he?
"Onii-chan? Onii-chan!"
The insistent young monk once again tugged Goku back into reality. "Ah, gomen. What were you saying?"
"Onii-chan, would you like to meet my shishou?"
"Huh?"
"You look so troubled! My wise ol' shishou will know just what to do with you!" An image of a baldy old monk flashed in Goku mind's eye. Goku shuddered. 'Kami-sama, if the old monk was as ancient as his father, would a simple preaching take as long as an hour of nagging?' Goku didn't want to risk it, he rather stay in bed and enjoy his long deserved holiday.
"Ah... gomen! But onii-chan has lots of...." Shiny puppy dog eyes stared hopefully into Goku's golden eyes. Goku sighed. Kids were really tough to handle.
"Okay, let's hear your shishou preach for an hour ne?"
"Yay!"
The clean white walls of the shrine seemed foreign to Goku. The picture of the run downed, abandoned shrine felt more like it to Goku. Wasn't it then he had Sanzo with him? Wasn't it then he had laid in Sanzo's embrace? Looking at the shiny polished wooden walkway, Goku fervently wished he could go back in time as the memories of the night, three years ago appeared vividly in his mind. He shouldn't have came. He shouldn't! Everything he saw reminded Goku a little of him. First, at the mansion, Goku almost expected a silent figure to follow him down the corridors. Not only that, he missed the pungent smell of tobacco filling his room almost all the time. Now as he walked in the temple, Goku pictured it was a younger Sanzo, tugging him, leading him around, showing the place he lives. It was getting too much for him. Goku feared he would break down if he saw anymore. He stopped in his tracks.
"Onii-chan?" Wondering emerald eyes looked at him questioningly again.
"I'm sorry. But I really have to go."
"But onii-chan, shishou's room is just there," the young monk pointed at the paper sliding door which was only one door away from where they stood.
"Gomen." Goku turned to leave. That room... Never that room. He recognized it the moment the young monk pointed it to him. It was the room he and Sanzo had... Never mind that. Goku was not going to think of him again. Never. It never did him any good reminiscing of the past. Living in the past wasn't going to bring Sanzo back anyway, it only brought pack the aching pang of longing and loneliness. Yes, he had mourned enough. It was time to move on. Goku took one step, and another, and another and stopped. He went still as a voice drifted over the walkway.
"Kill the Buddha as you meet him, because the real Buddha is in you. Kill the father as you meet him. Never be enchanted by anyone and live life the way you are."
That voice.... Goku immediately turned back and ran to the room. He stopped just short before the door, placing a shaky hand on the door. Goku's heart sped up as he stood there motionless. That voice.... could it be? Goku pushed the paper door aside and saw.... nothing. The room was empty. His heart fell. He must have been dreaming. God! He was hearing even his voice now! Was he really going nuts? Goku removed his shoes and took a step into the room. It was, different. The tatami on the ground was new and so was the other furniture in the room. From the ceiling hung a mobile of bells, which tinkled melodiously as a gentle breeze blew in the room. Long scripts of Chinese character decorated the walls and the idol of a miniature Buddha sat on a shelf. It was all in all simple, yet it was a whole lot different from the night Goku remembered it to be.
"Onii-chan!"
Goku faced the young monk once more. "So you've decided to meet my shishou ne? His on his way right now!"
The image of a baldy monk flashed in his mind again. Goku hastily thought of a reason to excuse himself. "Ano, ano... onii-chan has a meeting to go to! That's right! A meeting! Gomen ne, how about another time ne?" He was just about to leave when a body stopped him at the door. "Excuse me, but I," Goku looked up, gaped. "I... I ... I.." Blood drained from his face, his aching heart pounded like a rapid pump again.
"You what?" asked the man. Goku couldn't believe it. Was it another illusion? An illusion made up from the depths of his tired mind? Before him stood a man. No, he wasn't bald but had luminous gold hair and.... and eyes of a purple hue. He looked exactly as Goku had remembered him. Every curve of his face, the slant of his mouth even the way his hair falls in his eyes.
"San...Sanzo?" Goku squeaked. He didn't dare move, afraid this miraculous illusion would vanish into thin air if he did. He could only sink into a sea of amethyst as Goku stared into the man's eyes. Ever so slowly and carefully, he reached out his hand. If only he could touch him, would he be real? If he could caress that smooth skin, was he even allowed to? He was but an inch away when....
THWACK!
"Itai! What did you do that for?!" Goku said on reflex as he rubbed his head. The young monk who had been smiling at the two quietly slip out.
"Don't act like I'm some f**cking ghost!"
"Ghost?"
Genjo Sanzo, garbed in the robes of the high priest- long beige robes over a black fitting suit, a black sash tied around his waist completed with a scroll of sutra over his shoulders, whipped out a cigarette and lighted it. Goku could only stare, he couldn't talk as though something was caught in his throat, he only stared.
"Are you going to stand there like a goldfish or let me get in?"
Goku quietly stepped aside allowing the monk to enter. His eyes were glued to the monk's every move. Sanzo sat down by the other paper door and looked out into the garden. He looked like he belonged here, thought Goku. Looking so serene and all even as he smoked leaving a trail of smoke. So damn cool that it pissed him off.
"You're alive! Where in the goddamn world have you been?!" he yelled. Getting no reply from the assassin turned monk, Goku stomped nearer. " Do you know how worried I was?! I thought you were freaking dead! D-E-A-D!"
"I see your vocabulary has grown saru."
"Don't saru me! Don't you think you owe me some kind of explanation?! You 'died' three years ago! You vanished! You left! You......" Goku lowered his head. "You left me alone when I thought we had a chance." He blinked his tears away. "I deserve an explanation ne?!"
Sanzo sneaked a glance at the boy from beneath his bangs. He had grown. He was taller, his hair was so much longer that it blew softly with the wind. Three years made the boy look maturer, the curves of his face more refined. He itched to bury his fingers deep in the boy's chocolate locks, but did he... did he still feel the same? Three years was a long time. Long enough to forget. For himself, he knew his feelings for the boy had changed. That very day... the day his true identity had been exposed. He didn't know what alienating feeling had washed over him. He had been so afraid Goku would push him away when he knew, so afraid when the boy didn't respond any longer when he spoke those spiteful words. Was the damage too deep to be repaired now? Too deep even his love wouldn't be enough? Yes, he loved that saru of a boy. He realized it the moment he thought he nearly died. He regretted not being able to hold the boy longer, to tell him what he really felt, to tell him "I'm sorry" and to tell him "I.. love you too". No, he knew it wasn't lust now. It was what he felt for his shishou, only this feeling was so much more intense, deeper. He cared for the boy with his entire body and soul. He wanted to say it, but couldn't. He didn't know how.
"Say something Sanzo!" Goku finally yell.
"Urusai..." Sanzo mumbled.
"Nani?"
Sanzo got up and walked up to the stunned boy. He cupped the boy's chin. "You talk too much." Goku stared, eyes wide at the blonde. "I..."
He couldn't think straight anymore and he didn't care. The moment Sanzo's mouth covered his, he knew he couldn't ask for anything more. This taste, this texture. He almost forgot about it. So familiar... so right. He threw everything into that kiss. All his frustrations, his worries, his confusion, his loneliness, his desire .. his love. He was finally home. Goku's hot mouth met Sanzo's in a tangle of kisses. Their tongues wrestled in a fight for dominance, hard punishing kisses that melted into smooth velvet thrust. Goku gave in. He could feel Sanzo's slim fingers running in his messy locks, pulling, tugging. Goku opened his mouth and let Sanzo domineered. Yes... this was what he needed. Sanzo.... Goku continued meeting Sanzo's lips, one kiss after another. He caressed Sanzo's cheeks and nibbled his neck feeling the equally frantic pounding of the other's heart beneath his palms. He could feel Sanzo's breathe all over, as he dropped kisses everywhere. Unknown to the two, as every minute passed, two hearts healed in each other's warmth.
Sanzo slowly laid Goku on the tatami, his mouth never once leaving the boy's body. He stopped for a moment to gaze into the golden orbs he had missed so dearly. Did he wanted this too? The soft, dreamy look in the boy's eyes told Sanzo everything. Before he could dip in for another kiss, Goku stopped him.
"I still want explantions you know."
Sanzo smiled. "Later."
Gold eyes widened. "Honto ni!?"
"You talk too much," and Sanzo let himself be swept away in a tyrant of emotions.
"My,my,my.... I must say this is one of your most impressive idea yet."
"Ahahaha... Sou da ne?"
"Oji-san! Oji-san! You promised to give me something in return ne?" The young monk who had been with Goku tugged at the redhead's shirt.
"Ceh. Oji-san ja nai! It's onii-san!" The redhead scolded before dropping a Playboy magazine in the young monk's awaiting hands.
"Gojyo!!!"
"Hehehe, wrong thing," the redhead snickered before snatching back the magazine and giving the young monk a wad of money instead. "This is for the temple okay kid."
"Arigatou!" thanked the young monk as he ran into the temple. Hakkai and Gojyo stood hunched behind a large boulder in the gardens watching one monk and one superstar losing themselves in each other arms.
"Ah.." Hakkai sighed. "Young love. Reminds me so much of my times with Kanan."
Gojyo blanched. "Young love? You've got it bad Hakkai."
Hakkai pulled out an envelope. "Guess we won't be needing this ne?" Gojyo took the envelope from Hakkai and took out it's contents.
"Holy cow! You found out about ice man and didn't tell us?!"
"I just received this report yesterday from the Interpol."
"Shit, it's got everything about ice-man for the past three years?!
"Hai." Hakkai grabbed the envelope from Gojyo. "Guess we won't be needing this anymore ne?"
Gojyo smiled and lit a cigarette. "I guess so." He held the flame of his lighter at the corner of the envelope. The pair watch silently as the flames licked at the report, turning it to nothing but crisp black paper. Gojyo stood up to take a peak at the lovesick duo. Just as he peered over the rock, he thought he was a flash of purple stare at him, and the paper door slid shut.
"Aw, shit! He saw us!"
"Gojyo.. you know very well it's bad to sneak up on others," Hakkai said in a motherly way.
"Then what about you?"
"I, I..." the ringing of his cellphone saved Hakkai. "Moshi moshi?.... Nani?! Kanan is awake?! Arigatou sensei!" Gojyo gave Hakkai a happy nod before the man rushed off.
Gojyo carefully rise from behind the boulder and sauntered away. "Damn those lucky guys. Ceh, always leaving me out on the good stuff," he grumbled smoking his cigarette. He had just reached the end of the stairs when a bundle rolled out from taxi into his arms.
"Ah!" Red met red.
"Ojou-san, are you all right?"
"Hai! Arigatou uh.."
"Sha Gojyo," Gojyo answered suavely taking the back of the girl's hand to his lips. "You may call me Gojyo," he smiled. The girl giggled shyly. "I'm Hou Ran."
~O-W-A-R-I~
THE END
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WAI! Happy endings! Happy endings! OMG! I can't believe it's finished! But I did! YA-HO! Arigatou minna for putting up with me right up till now! I enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you enjoyed reading it as well! Pls R&R k? Gomen! I think I screwed up the Vanity of Vanities teaching a little. -_- ; Ahahaha..Lotsa luv------- Hanei
*******SPECIAL*********
THE ONLY ONE - BLOOPERS
SCENE ONE
Sanzo stands in front of mirror, practicing.
Sanzo : I.LOV.*cough* *hack* *chokes* ARGH! (Pulls at hair) Turns to yell at Hanei.
Sanzo : I CAN'T DO THIS!!! (Grabs Hanei by the collar)
Sanzo : I CAN'T, WON'T DO THIS!
Hanei : (Cowers in fear) But Sanzo-sama. It's in the script! (Nervously points at a paragraph) See, it says here 'Sanzo confesses his love for Goku'
Sanzo pulls out his gun and shoots bullets through the script in Hanei's hand.
Sanzo : I guess you have to rewrite ne? (Growls victoriously)
Hanei : (Sobs) Hai!
Goku : *Whines* Sanzo you meanie! I already told you I love you ne!
Sanzo : Shut up saru!
Hakkai appears from a burst of smoke. Everyone chokes from inhaling it.
Hakkai : *Cough,cough* Sanzo, it's not nice to tell Goku off like that (says in motherly tone)
Hanei : (Coughschokes) Hakkai-sama! Save us! I don't wanna rewrite the whole script!
Hakkai is just about to open his mouth when Sanzo points a gun at him.
Sanzo : Urusai! Shinei!
-_-;
SCENE TWO
Gojyo and Hakkai hides behind a HUGE polystyrene rock.
Hakkai : Ah..(sighs) Young love. Reminds me so much of my times with Kanan
Gojyo : (Chokes on saliva) Young love? One's 26 and the other's 521 something years old.
Goku pops out from behind them.
Goku : I'm not THAT old.
Gojyo : Eiii! Where did you come from saru?!
Hanei appears and drags Goku away.
Hanei : You're not suppose to be here. (Hanei and Goku's voice slowly diminishes as Hanei chastises Goku)
Hakkai : (Looks around) Um... Do I continue? (whispers)
Unknown man 1 : Camera is rolling!
Hakkai : (Clears throat and pulls out a bright pink envelope... Nani?!) Guess we won't be needing this ne? Gojyo takes the envelope from Hakkai.
Gojyo : Holy cow! You found out about ice man and didn't tell us?!
Hakkai : I just received this report yesterday from the Interpol."
Gojyo : Shit, it's got everything about ice-man for the past three years?! (Stares at the messy scribbled writing) 17th April... sunbathing? Nani?
Hakkai snatches the report away.
Hakkai : Hm.. iie, It looks like preaching to me. (stares with deep scrutiny at the ugly chicken scrawl)
Gojyo : Sunbathing!
Hakkai : Preaching!
Gojyo : Sunbathing!
Hakkai : Preaching!
Sanzo : It's sleeping dumbass.
Hakkai and Gojyo : Nani?!
Sanzo : Hn....
Gojyo : Who are you calling a dumbass?!
Sanzo : (Smirks and pulls out a cigar) Who else?
Gojyo : Why you. (Rolls up sleeve) And where did you get that cigar from?! (Lungs at the smug looking monk)
Hakkai : Yare, yare.. Hanei-san, aren't you going to do anything? (Looks tentatively at the girl who's busy glomping over Goku)
Sanzo : Get your hands off my saru!
Hanei : Make me!!! Hohohohohoho ^o^
Hakkai sweatdrops as an angry monk chases a maniacal fanfic writer who's busy glomping over a saru while a redhead cockroach is hot on the monk's trail.
Hakkai : Saa.. another peaceful day.
THE END! (OINK OINK)
Hanei : MATTE!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Appears from the rummages of what's left of the set) Hiya minna! I'm thinking of working on another ficcy. So keep your fingers cross and lets all hope Hanei the nut thinks of something good ne? Arigarou minna!
To Gokugurl : Yup, no more cliffhangers coz this is the last chappie ;_;
To hoshii : Hah! I would never leave the story hanging like that!! Uh.... (guiltily stares at half done pieces on Sailormoon fic) Ahahaha...(rubs the back of head)
To chris : Bright, bright, bright!!!
To Darkness XI : Honto ni? Honto ni??? Arigatou!!!!
To laila : Romantic scenes? Hehehe..... thought you'll never ask! ^o^ Hohohoho
To Star-chan : Threaten you?! Since when do I EVER threaten you? Don't start a new fic only you know! :P
To Seki : No!!!! Don't fall!!!! Who else gonna review if you do???
To sLL : What?! Just getting good? You mean the entire fic wasn't good? ;_; (wails)
To stresser : A few more chapps? Nah, I think I'll end it all here ne?
ARIGATOU MINNA for kindly reviewing!!!!! What would I do without you? (Not write anything I think)
Muahahah!!!! Enough crap! ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Disclaimers: The characters of Gensomaden Saiyuki do not belong to me. Minna! Lets worship Kazuya Minekura-sama for creating it! Yosh!
The Only One
Epilogue
by Hanei Tamashii
3 years later, Changan Airport...
Tons and tons of girls of all ages flooded the entire arrival hall. Some held large bouquet of flowers, others brought life-sized teddy bears while some held up large banners littered with drawings of hearts all over. The arrival hall had never been livelier with the bustling activity and noisy chatter amongst the giggly girls. Finally, a short tune filled the hall that captured everyone's attention. The announcer's voice soon followed.
"Flight 301 from Tokyo has landed."
As soon as that was heard, a flurry of excitement buzzed through the hall. A deep sense of anticipation hung in the air as hearts pounded excitedly. A few people approached the automatic sliding doors and did their best to battle against the sea of girls. Then, with a swarm of bodyguards around him, one boy appeared from the corridors leading to the arrival hall. His youthful feature was obscured by dark shades but everyone recognized the long brown hair hanging behind his back from his unruly mop of hair. He dressed casually in a black leather jacket over a white collared shirt and jeans yet managed to look so carelessly appealing. He had only taken one step into the arrival hall as the sliding doors slid aside when his thousands of fans rushed at him.
"GOKU-SAMA!!! AH!!!"
"GOKU-CHAN! JUST ONE PICTURE!"
"GOKU-SAMA!! I LOVE YOU!"
Goku took it all in stride. As his bodyguards busied themselves to make way for the young star, Goku took off his shades and gave his diehard fans a disarming smile. He signed autographs and accepted the large presents shoved in his face and gave his fans the attention that they desired. It took awhile, but he managed to reach the waiting limousine. Outside, his thousands of fans were still clamoring over the seldom seen star. A few minutes later, the door opened once more and a redhead squeezed himself in.
The redhead gave a huff before facing the smiling boy. "Did you see that!? Those onnas were crazy man!" Goku chuckled. "Ero-kappa, I thought you said you like your onnas' crazy?"
The redhead paused for a thought. "Of course I do!" And the two laughed as the limousine sped away.
"Are all the guest here?"
"Hai Son-sama"
"Is the food ready?"
"Hai Son-sama."
"Oh my god! I forgot to cancel my appointment with Hiyori-san!"
"I already did sir."
Son Tokei smiled gratefully at his assistant of three years. "Arigatou Hakkai-san. What would I do without you, and stop calling me Son- sama! You make me sound like some old man!" The bespectacled man returned Son Tokei's smile. "Hai Son-sama."
An elderly woman dressed in the customary maid's uniform hurried into the large hall. "Son-sama! Your son is back!"
"Arigaou Jun." With Hakkai by his side, Son Tokei headed to the main door. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Okay, maybe more than a little anxious but he help himself. Goku was finally home. It had been three years since Goku had left Changan, three years since that fateful day. Son Tokei felt proud of his son though he wouldn't tell Goku. Though he rather have his son pick up business studies and inherit his company instead of pursuing the glitz of stardom, he was nevertheless glad at his son's huge success. However, with the multitalented Hakkai taking over that traitor Maede's place, Son Tokei had found the perfect heir for his corporate empire. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of his son leaving home all alone and had sent Gojyo to accompany his son in his journey. He entrusted the two-Hakkai and Gojyo, both man were fast becoming part of the family.
"Tokei-san?" Son Tokei glanced at the now slightly worried looking Hakkai. He didn't realize he had his hands on the clasp of the bronze knob for some time now. He gave the younger man an assuring smile before throwing the doors open.
"Goku! You're...."
"Geroff me ero-kappa!!!"
"I dare you to say that again!"
"ERO-KAPPA! Horny cockroach head!"
"Why you baka saru!"
Everyone at the large mansion's compound sweatdropped, Son Tokei and Hakkai included. Hakkai gave a wide smile before easily sliding back into the once familiar role as the peacemaker of the two.
The welcome party was a blast and had lasted well into the night. Goku found himself staring at the gardens below the balcony as he sipped his punch. Three years, three years was a long time to be away from home. Goku sighed. Seeing the graying hair of his father, he could no longer hide from the fact the world had indeed continued revolving even since that day. Goku tried so hard to forget about that day, that incident.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Goku turned to face Hakkai's always smiling face and chuckled. "No, but for a nikuman maybe." This time, Hakkai genuinely smiled, their laughter breaking the tranquility of the silent garden.
When the two finally settled down, the elder man looked up at the twinkling sky. "Your father is glad that you're back."
Goku smiled. "So am I, I think."
"You have been touring all over the world in the last three years, he thought you had forgotten about your old man," Hakkai said turning to look at Goku. He had changed so much but didn't at the same time. Yes, he looked different, with the trendy hair style and cool outfits Hakkai had seen from magazines but that was all in the appearance. Hakkai knew better. The youth never lost his constant cheerfulness for life but he could only wondered how the real Goku felt now.
"Of course I haven't," Goku answered in a sad tone. "I haven't forgotten...." Hakkai knew they were no longer on the issue of Goku forgetting his father. "Goku, I'm sorry to have..." but Goku cut him off. "I'm okay Hakkai! Jeez! Don't get all gloomy on me! I'm really okay!"
Hakkai looked unsure at the young superstar. He knew Goku hadn't forgotten about that day.... about Sanzo. They had searched so hard through the remains of the corporation. Right after the explosion, the entire building had collapse. Goku had been maniacal, pressing them to look for the blonde from the early mornings to the wee hours of the night. But after four days of long agonizing searching, the rescue workers had declared to stop the operation. "He is dead" they had said and Hakkai remembered the golden eyed boy fainting into the rubbles from the lack of rest.
"Hakkai! Enough of me! How about you? The last time you called you said you found her! Honto ni!?" Hakkai decided to overlook the boy's hopeless attempt of diverting the issue. "Hai! I found her, she's in a coma, the doctors have no idea if she'll ever wake up but I think... She will one day." Goku listened attentively as Hakkai related his tireless attempt to search for Kanan. He had found out that his lover didn't die as proclaimed by the corporation. The corporation had been after Kanan's father as he had created the microchip, which originally was some classified experiment for the government. Wanting to keep the creation to themselves, the corporation had wiped out Kanan's entire family. Luckily she had survived but only to end up in a coma.
"I'll take care of her. I'll take care of her forever."
Goku couldn't help but feel happy for the man. At least his lover had survived ne? Goku bid Hakkai good luck and thanked the man. "Arigatou Hakkai! I don't know what otou-san would do without you helping him out."
Hakkai gave a short laugh, "Tokei-san would have done just fine, like you have." Goku sighed inwardly. He admired the man, he was not only a qualified doctor, but was also a great inventor and excelled in business as well. He could only pondered on how he did it.
"Hoi! Hakkai! Saru! You don't know what you're missing, standing out here like some freakkin' lamp poles," Gojyo said loudly from the doorway to the balcony. Goku narrowed his eyes as Hakkai gave his usual laugh. "You're the one snatchin all the pretty onnas to yourself ero-kappa!"
"Why of course."
"But with my good looks, you'll be losing out oji-san."
"Why you arrogant saru!" Gojyo lunged for the smugly smiling boy as Hakkai rubbed the back of his head. "Yare, yare.. it's good to have you two back... I think." As they partied into the night, a letter lay untouched in Hakkai's office.
Goku lay a bouquet of white roses before his mother's grave. It had been quite a while since he had last visited her. He had been so busy making a career for himself in the last three years that he almost forgotten about home. It was hard in the beginning, trying to gain sponsorship and all. Goku had refused his father's help. But with his talent, he had finally done it. He cleaned the grave a little, pulling out some weeds when a small hand appeared and helped him. Goku looked in surprise at the small boy squatting beside him. The child had gold hair.. just like Sanzo.
"Hello onii-chan!"
Goku could only stare at the boy. Was it his imagination that every boy with blonde hair looked a little like Sanzo? "O...Ohayo." The child beamed at his reply and proceeded in helping Goku in his task.
"Ano.." Goku couldn't help but wonder where the boy was from. "Where are you from?" Goku had a vague idea where the boy was, judging from the plain white robes he wore, but it couldn't be. The shrine had been abandoned for ages.
"There!" The youth pointed into the roughs. "The shrine!" Goku stood still and slowly looked beyond the roughs. He could see only a brief outline of the shrine from where he stood but he couldn't quite see it clearly. Goku turned his attention back to the boy. Was he a reincarnation of Sanzo? A young blonde monk from the same shrine? Goku laughed at his silliness. What was he thinking? Reincarnation? Really, he must be losing his marbles. As emerald eyes stared curiously at him, Goku held out his hand.
"Why don't you show me around?"
The boy gave another gleeful smile. "Hai!"
The boy chattered animatedly by his side, eager to share everything he knew of the shrine with his newfound friend. Goku enjoyed the boy's company, his cheerfulness reminding him so much of himself. Was this how Sanzo felt when he was like this? A light amusement at the mindless chatter? Goku darkened. No, he would never know now would he?
"Onii-chan? Onii-chan!"
The insistent young monk once again tugged Goku back into reality. "Ah, gomen. What were you saying?"
"Onii-chan, would you like to meet my shishou?"
"Huh?"
"You look so troubled! My wise ol' shishou will know just what to do with you!" An image of a baldy old monk flashed in Goku mind's eye. Goku shuddered. 'Kami-sama, if the old monk was as ancient as his father, would a simple preaching take as long as an hour of nagging?' Goku didn't want to risk it, he rather stay in bed and enjoy his long deserved holiday.
"Ah... gomen! But onii-chan has lots of...." Shiny puppy dog eyes stared hopefully into Goku's golden eyes. Goku sighed. Kids were really tough to handle.
"Okay, let's hear your shishou preach for an hour ne?"
"Yay!"
The clean white walls of the shrine seemed foreign to Goku. The picture of the run downed, abandoned shrine felt more like it to Goku. Wasn't it then he had Sanzo with him? Wasn't it then he had laid in Sanzo's embrace? Looking at the shiny polished wooden walkway, Goku fervently wished he could go back in time as the memories of the night, three years ago appeared vividly in his mind. He shouldn't have came. He shouldn't! Everything he saw reminded Goku a little of him. First, at the mansion, Goku almost expected a silent figure to follow him down the corridors. Not only that, he missed the pungent smell of tobacco filling his room almost all the time. Now as he walked in the temple, Goku pictured it was a younger Sanzo, tugging him, leading him around, showing the place he lives. It was getting too much for him. Goku feared he would break down if he saw anymore. He stopped in his tracks.
"Onii-chan?" Wondering emerald eyes looked at him questioningly again.
"I'm sorry. But I really have to go."
"But onii-chan, shishou's room is just there," the young monk pointed at the paper sliding door which was only one door away from where they stood.
"Gomen." Goku turned to leave. That room... Never that room. He recognized it the moment the young monk pointed it to him. It was the room he and Sanzo had... Never mind that. Goku was not going to think of him again. Never. It never did him any good reminiscing of the past. Living in the past wasn't going to bring Sanzo back anyway, it only brought pack the aching pang of longing and loneliness. Yes, he had mourned enough. It was time to move on. Goku took one step, and another, and another and stopped. He went still as a voice drifted over the walkway.
"Kill the Buddha as you meet him, because the real Buddha is in you. Kill the father as you meet him. Never be enchanted by anyone and live life the way you are."
That voice.... Goku immediately turned back and ran to the room. He stopped just short before the door, placing a shaky hand on the door. Goku's heart sped up as he stood there motionless. That voice.... could it be? Goku pushed the paper door aside and saw.... nothing. The room was empty. His heart fell. He must have been dreaming. God! He was hearing even his voice now! Was he really going nuts? Goku removed his shoes and took a step into the room. It was, different. The tatami on the ground was new and so was the other furniture in the room. From the ceiling hung a mobile of bells, which tinkled melodiously as a gentle breeze blew in the room. Long scripts of Chinese character decorated the walls and the idol of a miniature Buddha sat on a shelf. It was all in all simple, yet it was a whole lot different from the night Goku remembered it to be.
"Onii-chan!"
Goku faced the young monk once more. "So you've decided to meet my shishou ne? His on his way right now!"
The image of a baldy monk flashed in his mind again. Goku hastily thought of a reason to excuse himself. "Ano, ano... onii-chan has a meeting to go to! That's right! A meeting! Gomen ne, how about another time ne?" He was just about to leave when a body stopped him at the door. "Excuse me, but I," Goku looked up, gaped. "I... I ... I.." Blood drained from his face, his aching heart pounded like a rapid pump again.
"You what?" asked the man. Goku couldn't believe it. Was it another illusion? An illusion made up from the depths of his tired mind? Before him stood a man. No, he wasn't bald but had luminous gold hair and.... and eyes of a purple hue. He looked exactly as Goku had remembered him. Every curve of his face, the slant of his mouth even the way his hair falls in his eyes.
"San...Sanzo?" Goku squeaked. He didn't dare move, afraid this miraculous illusion would vanish into thin air if he did. He could only sink into a sea of amethyst as Goku stared into the man's eyes. Ever so slowly and carefully, he reached out his hand. If only he could touch him, would he be real? If he could caress that smooth skin, was he even allowed to? He was but an inch away when....
THWACK!
"Itai! What did you do that for?!" Goku said on reflex as he rubbed his head. The young monk who had been smiling at the two quietly slip out.
"Don't act like I'm some f**cking ghost!"
"Ghost?"
Genjo Sanzo, garbed in the robes of the high priest- long beige robes over a black fitting suit, a black sash tied around his waist completed with a scroll of sutra over his shoulders, whipped out a cigarette and lighted it. Goku could only stare, he couldn't talk as though something was caught in his throat, he only stared.
"Are you going to stand there like a goldfish or let me get in?"
Goku quietly stepped aside allowing the monk to enter. His eyes were glued to the monk's every move. Sanzo sat down by the other paper door and looked out into the garden. He looked like he belonged here, thought Goku. Looking so serene and all even as he smoked leaving a trail of smoke. So damn cool that it pissed him off.
"You're alive! Where in the goddamn world have you been?!" he yelled. Getting no reply from the assassin turned monk, Goku stomped nearer. " Do you know how worried I was?! I thought you were freaking dead! D-E-A-D!"
"I see your vocabulary has grown saru."
"Don't saru me! Don't you think you owe me some kind of explanation?! You 'died' three years ago! You vanished! You left! You......" Goku lowered his head. "You left me alone when I thought we had a chance." He blinked his tears away. "I deserve an explanation ne?!"
Sanzo sneaked a glance at the boy from beneath his bangs. He had grown. He was taller, his hair was so much longer that it blew softly with the wind. Three years made the boy look maturer, the curves of his face more refined. He itched to bury his fingers deep in the boy's chocolate locks, but did he... did he still feel the same? Three years was a long time. Long enough to forget. For himself, he knew his feelings for the boy had changed. That very day... the day his true identity had been exposed. He didn't know what alienating feeling had washed over him. He had been so afraid Goku would push him away when he knew, so afraid when the boy didn't respond any longer when he spoke those spiteful words. Was the damage too deep to be repaired now? Too deep even his love wouldn't be enough? Yes, he loved that saru of a boy. He realized it the moment he thought he nearly died. He regretted not being able to hold the boy longer, to tell him what he really felt, to tell him "I'm sorry" and to tell him "I.. love you too". No, he knew it wasn't lust now. It was what he felt for his shishou, only this feeling was so much more intense, deeper. He cared for the boy with his entire body and soul. He wanted to say it, but couldn't. He didn't know how.
"Say something Sanzo!" Goku finally yell.
"Urusai..." Sanzo mumbled.
"Nani?"
Sanzo got up and walked up to the stunned boy. He cupped the boy's chin. "You talk too much." Goku stared, eyes wide at the blonde. "I..."
He couldn't think straight anymore and he didn't care. The moment Sanzo's mouth covered his, he knew he couldn't ask for anything more. This taste, this texture. He almost forgot about it. So familiar... so right. He threw everything into that kiss. All his frustrations, his worries, his confusion, his loneliness, his desire .. his love. He was finally home. Goku's hot mouth met Sanzo's in a tangle of kisses. Their tongues wrestled in a fight for dominance, hard punishing kisses that melted into smooth velvet thrust. Goku gave in. He could feel Sanzo's slim fingers running in his messy locks, pulling, tugging. Goku opened his mouth and let Sanzo domineered. Yes... this was what he needed. Sanzo.... Goku continued meeting Sanzo's lips, one kiss after another. He caressed Sanzo's cheeks and nibbled his neck feeling the equally frantic pounding of the other's heart beneath his palms. He could feel Sanzo's breathe all over, as he dropped kisses everywhere. Unknown to the two, as every minute passed, two hearts healed in each other's warmth.
Sanzo slowly laid Goku on the tatami, his mouth never once leaving the boy's body. He stopped for a moment to gaze into the golden orbs he had missed so dearly. Did he wanted this too? The soft, dreamy look in the boy's eyes told Sanzo everything. Before he could dip in for another kiss, Goku stopped him.
"I still want explantions you know."
Sanzo smiled. "Later."
Gold eyes widened. "Honto ni!?"
"You talk too much," and Sanzo let himself be swept away in a tyrant of emotions.
"My,my,my.... I must say this is one of your most impressive idea yet."
"Ahahaha... Sou da ne?"
"Oji-san! Oji-san! You promised to give me something in return ne?" The young monk who had been with Goku tugged at the redhead's shirt.
"Ceh. Oji-san ja nai! It's onii-san!" The redhead scolded before dropping a Playboy magazine in the young monk's awaiting hands.
"Gojyo!!!"
"Hehehe, wrong thing," the redhead snickered before snatching back the magazine and giving the young monk a wad of money instead. "This is for the temple okay kid."
"Arigatou!" thanked the young monk as he ran into the temple. Hakkai and Gojyo stood hunched behind a large boulder in the gardens watching one monk and one superstar losing themselves in each other arms.
"Ah.." Hakkai sighed. "Young love. Reminds me so much of my times with Kanan."
Gojyo blanched. "Young love? You've got it bad Hakkai."
Hakkai pulled out an envelope. "Guess we won't be needing this ne?" Gojyo took the envelope from Hakkai and took out it's contents.
"Holy cow! You found out about ice man and didn't tell us?!"
"I just received this report yesterday from the Interpol."
"Shit, it's got everything about ice-man for the past three years?!
"Hai." Hakkai grabbed the envelope from Gojyo. "Guess we won't be needing this anymore ne?"
Gojyo smiled and lit a cigarette. "I guess so." He held the flame of his lighter at the corner of the envelope. The pair watch silently as the flames licked at the report, turning it to nothing but crisp black paper. Gojyo stood up to take a peak at the lovesick duo. Just as he peered over the rock, he thought he was a flash of purple stare at him, and the paper door slid shut.
"Aw, shit! He saw us!"
"Gojyo.. you know very well it's bad to sneak up on others," Hakkai said in a motherly way.
"Then what about you?"
"I, I..." the ringing of his cellphone saved Hakkai. "Moshi moshi?.... Nani?! Kanan is awake?! Arigatou sensei!" Gojyo gave Hakkai a happy nod before the man rushed off.
Gojyo carefully rise from behind the boulder and sauntered away. "Damn those lucky guys. Ceh, always leaving me out on the good stuff," he grumbled smoking his cigarette. He had just reached the end of the stairs when a bundle rolled out from taxi into his arms.
"Ah!" Red met red.
"Ojou-san, are you all right?"
"Hai! Arigatou uh.."
"Sha Gojyo," Gojyo answered suavely taking the back of the girl's hand to his lips. "You may call me Gojyo," he smiled. The girl giggled shyly. "I'm Hou Ran."
~O-W-A-R-I~
THE END
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WAI! Happy endings! Happy endings! OMG! I can't believe it's finished! But I did! YA-HO! Arigatou minna for putting up with me right up till now! I enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you enjoyed reading it as well! Pls R&R k? Gomen! I think I screwed up the Vanity of Vanities teaching a little. -_- ; Ahahaha..Lotsa luv------- Hanei
*******SPECIAL*********
THE ONLY ONE - BLOOPERS
SCENE ONE
Sanzo stands in front of mirror, practicing.
Sanzo : I.LOV.*cough* *hack* *chokes* ARGH! (Pulls at hair) Turns to yell at Hanei.
Sanzo : I CAN'T DO THIS!!! (Grabs Hanei by the collar)
Sanzo : I CAN'T, WON'T DO THIS!
Hanei : (Cowers in fear) But Sanzo-sama. It's in the script! (Nervously points at a paragraph) See, it says here 'Sanzo confesses his love for Goku'
Sanzo pulls out his gun and shoots bullets through the script in Hanei's hand.
Sanzo : I guess you have to rewrite ne? (Growls victoriously)
Hanei : (Sobs) Hai!
Goku : *Whines* Sanzo you meanie! I already told you I love you ne!
Sanzo : Shut up saru!
Hakkai appears from a burst of smoke. Everyone chokes from inhaling it.
Hakkai : *Cough,cough* Sanzo, it's not nice to tell Goku off like that (says in motherly tone)
Hanei : (Coughschokes) Hakkai-sama! Save us! I don't wanna rewrite the whole script!
Hakkai is just about to open his mouth when Sanzo points a gun at him.
Sanzo : Urusai! Shinei!
-_-;
SCENE TWO
Gojyo and Hakkai hides behind a HUGE polystyrene rock.
Hakkai : Ah..(sighs) Young love. Reminds me so much of my times with Kanan
Gojyo : (Chokes on saliva) Young love? One's 26 and the other's 521 something years old.
Goku pops out from behind them.
Goku : I'm not THAT old.
Gojyo : Eiii! Where did you come from saru?!
Hanei appears and drags Goku away.
Hanei : You're not suppose to be here. (Hanei and Goku's voice slowly diminishes as Hanei chastises Goku)
Hakkai : (Looks around) Um... Do I continue? (whispers)
Unknown man 1 : Camera is rolling!
Hakkai : (Clears throat and pulls out a bright pink envelope... Nani?!) Guess we won't be needing this ne? Gojyo takes the envelope from Hakkai.
Gojyo : Holy cow! You found out about ice man and didn't tell us?!
Hakkai : I just received this report yesterday from the Interpol."
Gojyo : Shit, it's got everything about ice-man for the past three years?! (Stares at the messy scribbled writing) 17th April... sunbathing? Nani?
Hakkai snatches the report away.
Hakkai : Hm.. iie, It looks like preaching to me. (stares with deep scrutiny at the ugly chicken scrawl)
Gojyo : Sunbathing!
Hakkai : Preaching!
Gojyo : Sunbathing!
Hakkai : Preaching!
Sanzo : It's sleeping dumbass.
Hakkai and Gojyo : Nani?!
Sanzo : Hn....
Gojyo : Who are you calling a dumbass?!
Sanzo : (Smirks and pulls out a cigar) Who else?
Gojyo : Why you. (Rolls up sleeve) And where did you get that cigar from?! (Lungs at the smug looking monk)
Hakkai : Yare, yare.. Hanei-san, aren't you going to do anything? (Looks tentatively at the girl who's busy glomping over Goku)
Sanzo : Get your hands off my saru!
Hanei : Make me!!! Hohohohohoho ^o^
Hakkai sweatdrops as an angry monk chases a maniacal fanfic writer who's busy glomping over a saru while a redhead cockroach is hot on the monk's trail.
Hakkai : Saa.. another peaceful day.
THE END! (OINK OINK)
Hanei : MATTE!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Appears from the rummages of what's left of the set) Hiya minna! I'm thinking of working on another ficcy. So keep your fingers cross and lets all hope Hanei the nut thinks of something good ne? Arigarou minna!