NOTES: Alright, here is the second part of this fic. Hope I didn't make
you all wait too long.usually it takes me months to spit out a chapter.
But I've been on a role lately even though I'm busy as hell. Ah well.
WARNING: gossiping monks, mean kids, pissed off Sanzou, unhappy Goku, lethal fan, and deadly gun. ^-^
SIMPLE VOCAB: Baka=idiot Saru=monkey/ape Kono Baka Saru=(I think) dumbass ape Itai=ouch Urusai=shut up Honto=really? Nani=what?
UNABLE TO WIN
Part II
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Sanzou-sama!"
"Sanzou-sama, please open the door!"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Sanzou sat straight up, a vein throbbing over his temple as he snarled at the locked door, "Urusai! Go die in a ditch!"
The infernal knocking abruptly stopped and Sanzou's sensitive ears picked up the sounds of socked feet drawing away from his door. With another ill- tempered snarl, Sanzou threw himself back under his sheets and covered his eyes with his arm tiredly.
Three days. It had been three days since Sanzou had made it back from his little journey. But where he had left the temple Chou-an alone, he had come back with a little shadow. A little shadow of terror called Son Goku. What had possessed him to bring the strange boy with him to the temple was something even he could not understand. Had he thought that the boy would be capable of assimilating into the temple life like all the other children that were brought in to live there? Had he thought that the monks would welcome the youkai boy with open arms and tolerate his incessant chatter, and his gargantuan appetite?
Whatever he had been thinking, he had been dead wrong.
Every morning since he arrived the monks came knocking on his door, waking him up to complain on what the little monkey had done. It was eerily amazing how much trouble Goku had gotten himself into in those short three days. He had climbed onto one of the statues of the Buddha and took a nap there, he had broken over a dozen ornaments and artifacts, bitten one monk, kicked another, doodled on the paper walls with a permanent marker (where he had found that damned thing was yet a mystery), scoffed food enough to feed the temple for a month, muddied the clean floors, disrupted prayers, mutilated important documents, and all with an innocent smile on his face.
On the good side, temple life had never been this lively.
Sanzou groaned when he heard a familiar nagging voice in his subconscious, calling him to find a certain infuriating monkey. He sat up and threw his sheets off him and stood. That annoying voice that put his teeth on edge had ceased to bother him when he had freed Goku. Now what the hell was it doing returning to pester him? Hadn't he already freed that nuisance to the world and given him a freaking home? He had done his job hadn't he? What more should be expected of him?
Once dressed in his robes, Sanzou exited his room and cast an irritable glare at the group of monks who huddled at the end of his hall, muttering amongst themselves in hushed nervous voices. When they noticed that he was out, they quieted and cautiously approached him in a meek manner that befit when approaching a Sanzou.
Idiots.
"S.Sanzou-sama.good morning."
"What's good about it?" Asked Sanzou, "You disturbed my sleep to pester me about something, so what's good about this morning?"
The poor man's mouth bobbed open and shut like a fish out of water. Sanzou shook his head and asked with as much patience he could express, "What did the idiot monkey do now?"
"He.he's gone, Sanzou-sama." Sanzou's head snapped slightly, not wanting to show his surprise at this unexpected news. He remained silent as the man continued, "We were kind of worried when we found that he had not raided the stores again like he always does at night, so we went to his room and found it empty and his bed and clothes untouched. We then looked everywhere, but could not find him."
Sanzou listened to the details. Had Goku run away? If he had, wouldn't he have the brains to grab some of his clothes and food? No, Goku hadn't run away, Sanzou was sure of it. After all, the boy's worst fear was of being left alone, so running away would mean that he would defiantly be alone. And knowing the idiot, he would have come to Sanzou and asked for them to run away together.
So where the hell was he, and why the hell did he care what happened to that little pest? ///"I never look for the sun, I always look away. But then you came and for a moment I thought the sun was coming to me. I just couldn't look away."/// Baka. Baka. Baka. Baka.
Without a word, Sanzou marched away from the monks towards Goku's small room. The night before he had personally dragged the little monkey by the ear to his room after the boy begged to stay up longer. There was nothing out of the ordinary last night, so what could have happened to make Goku disappear?
In a short time, Sanzou reached Goku's room and opened it. It was as if Goku was still there. His little bed was made and untouched, on the table in the middle of the room odd little trinkets and flowers that Goku had collected scattered its top in disarray. Against the wall, a small wardrobe with one of its door open held the few clothes Sanzou had purchased for the boy still hung impeccably. On the nightstand next to his bed there was a bowl of uneaten apples. Sanzou had suggested to Goku to keep a bowl of fruit in his room since his hunger was insatiable, but every night for the past three nights, the fruit didn't satisfy Goku's hunger and the boy stole away to the stores for a midnight snack that would leave large obvious gaps of his presence. The apples were untouched, just like the stores.
Sighing, Sanzou left the room and shut it, walking in a slightly hurried pace and listening to that nagging voice in his head. He did not want to admit it, but the sight of Goku's empty room disturbed him. On their journey to the temple, Sanzou had discovered that Goku was as innocent as a newborn babe. Like his memories he was empty of all experiences and knowledge that any other boy his age, human or youkai would have acquired. Guileless, unsuspicious, gullible, as innocent as they come, but with a dark shadow that loomed over him. Sanzou was cautious for Goku had not been imprisoned for no reason. Even Goku admitted that he must have done something horrible to deserve 500 years of imprisonment. At times, there was a haunted look in Goku's eyes, an ageless sadness and wisdom made Sanzou pause to think: who is Son Goku? But whoever he was he was not capable of living out on his own.
So where the hell is he???!!!
Sanzou walked out into the morning sun, not even giving its radiance a glance as he let his feet lead him to wherever they stopped. It was through this almost aimless wandering that Sanzou had found Goku up in the mountains in the first place. Just following the voice and his feet. He crossed the courtyard ignoring the cheerful greetings of some of the monks and visitors. He turned past the cultivated garden where they grew most of their vegetables and rice. Past the apple orchard, which was one of Goku's favorite spots and the flower garden where Goku spent hours chasing odd insects with pretty wings. In three days, Goku had made himself at home. As long as he was outside and away from the temple and those who dwelled within its walls, he was fine. A child of the earth.
Sanzou was passing a group of novice boys in their early teens when he felt a sharp jolt. He stopped and let his amethyst eyes gaze over in their direction. They were four, and Sanzou recognized them as some boys that Goku had beaten in martial arts training. It was the only thing that Goku would participate with the monks. Goku loved to fight, and had the agility and stamina to become a force to be reckoned with. Goku had been paired up with them because he was a youkai and youkai were naturally stronger. But even thought he boys were a good four years older that the little monkey, Goku had beaten them in no time.
Noticing him, the boys went silent, looking at each other in nervous guilt. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, Sanzou approached them till he stood over them. Their eyes widened and shook, and they were sweating profusely for such a cool morning.
"Where is Goku?" Sanzou asked quietly, looking down his nose at them. He was never one to beat around the bush. These boys knew where Goku was; it was obvious to Sanzou as the sun in the sky.
The tallest of them all gulped and answered shakily, "We.we don't know, Sanzou-sama."
"Liar."
All the boys jumped at his blunt reply.
"Sa.Sanzou-sama."
Sanzou grabbed the boy by his novice robe and pulled him close hissing menacingly, "I could have you banished from the temple for that little lie. Now answer me quickly, where is the saru?"
The boy, trembling, lifted his hand and pointed towards the wells, "He.he's in the dried up well.we.we didn't think that he'd believe us!"
Sanzou let the terrified boy go and said, "Explain."
"Yesterday we told Goku that we saw a bird fall down the well since he loved birds so much and that after everyone had gone to sleep we'd go get it out. We met him outside his window and all of us went to the well, and then we dared him to jump in by himself and get the bird. We.we never thought he'd believe us, Sanzou-sama! Honest!"
"Why didn't you get help when the idiot jumped in the first place?"
The boy's eyes fell to the grassy ground as he mumbled, "We were scared."
Sanzou snarled, "Scared are you? Selfish more like it! Go to the Elder and tell him what you have done. He'll be able to give you an imaginative punishment. If I were left up to deciding I'd just shoot you. Get out of my sight!"
All the boys fled then, pale and trembling and probably traumatized after facing the wrath of Genjo Sanzou.
Now to get back the saru.
Chou-an had five working wells and one dried one. None of the novices were allowed to go there for fear of them falling and drowning. The dried one was near the corner of the temple, the last one to the right. It had cobwebs on its wooden banisters and an old aged bird's nest on the top. Coming up to it, Sanzou leaned down and looked into the inky darkness and stayed there trying to penetrate the darkness to see if Goku was actually there.
He then heard a small soft sob echoing from within.
Letting himself relax slightly, Sanzou called down, "Goku?"
He heard some movement from below then the flashing of golden eyes looking up at him and the shining of a golden diadem. "S.Sanzou?" It was said softly, tiredly, and unbelieving, ageless and haunted.
Sanzou reached over and untangled the unused rope, spraying himself with dust that clung the ropes together. Without a word, he threw one of the ends inside and waited to feel a tug on it. When he felt nothing he said irritably, "Either you grab on or I pull the rope up and leave without you. One.two."
He felt a tug. Satisfied, he started the strenuous job of pulling the boy out to the well. Goku was not the heavy, but still it would have been easier if Sanzou had asked the help of another monk, but he didn't want any of those self-righteous idiots with him when he pulled the boy out. Sanzou knew that the only reason they tolerated Goku's presence was because Sanzou had brought him to the temple himself. He knew the rumors and gossiping that was going around about Genjo Sanzou's "Pet" and "Pick-up". The thing was that even if he wanted to, he could never win against those damn eyes.
Sanzou's arm shot forward at the first sight of a thatch of muddy brown hair, his hand tangling into a loose damp shirt, he hauled Goku out of the well and onto solid ground. Goku sat at his feet, damp, muddy, shivering, and utterly miserable. His hands were scrapped raw from attempting to climb back up and failing, same went for his bare feet (it seemed that he had left his room barefoot again). The new pants that Sanzou had gotten him were torn and beyond recognition, and the shirt looked even worse. His long hair was a horrendous tangle of hair and mud and.a frog leap out of the knots of Goku's hair and back into the well.
Finally, not knowing what to say to the boy, "Can you stand? You're a mess, saru. You can eat after you bathe. Idiot, who in their right mind would knowingly jump into a damned - "
Goku looked up at him, his face was scrapped on one cheek and tears slipping down his muddied cheeks. His small thin shoulders shook in half concealed sobs, and his dirty hand vainly tried to wipe the tears away, only to have more take the others place. How the hell was he expected to lecture the saru on his idiocy if the said saru was crying his eyes out?! And the boy so deserved getting a piece of his fan!
With a defeated sigh, Sanzou knelt slightly and took Goku's small tanned hand in his, and with a gentle tug he had Goku standing. "Lets get you cleaned and fed. You can go to sleep too if you want." He suggested softly refusing to meet Goku eye to eye.
The boy merely nodded his head and continued to cry, opting now just to cover his eyes with his scratched arm. With another sigh, Sanzou led Goku away from the well, keeping a firm hold onto Goku's hand so as to allow the boy to cry his fill but not fall and break his stupid neck while they walked to the washrooms. Goku's sobs were heartbreaking, getting the attention of many passerbies' who looked at them curiously and with mild concern for the weeping boy that Sanzou led.
The monks who had woken him stayed wisely away, letting Sanzou and Goku pass by them undeterred. Sanzou led Goku to his untouched room, and sent the boy to the baths with fresh clothes. While the little boy washed, Sanzou and the healer he had called over waited for Goku to come out. Once out, Goku's wounds were treated and bandaged, then Sanzou ordered a full course meal to be served in the room.
At least the food brightened up the saru, Sanzou thought almost acidly as he watched a slightly rejuvenated Goku nearly choke himself while attempting to shove every dish on the table in his mouth at the same time. When Goku had licked the last drop of grease off the last plate, Sanzou said, "Go to sleep, and when you wake up you'll start the punishment."
"What?" Gasped Goku in dismay, "Why? Why am I being punished?"
CRACK!
"Itaiii!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sanzou had been waiting for the right moment to hit the idiot. Now he was satisfied.
"What did you do that for?!" Howled the boy, clutching his head where Sanzou's fan had connected with his head.
With a satisfied smirk, Sanzou placed his fan within the folds of his robe and stated the fact that he believed very crucial, "Don't question your elders."
Goku blinked, "Why?"
"Because," replied Sanzou willing to be patient for once, unusually relaxed after whacking the boy, "it is disrespectful."
"Disrespectful?" snorted Goku angrily; "You're always disrespectful to your elders, Sanzou. I think you just like to hit me.and you hit hard!"
"I disrespect those who don't deserve my respect, it's that simple."
Goku blinked large golden eyes at him, and Sanzou could almost swear that he could see the rusty unused gears turning in the monkey's head. Finally, Goku said, "So.I don't need to respect elders who do not deserve respect? How would I know which ones to respect and which ones not to?"
A good question, though Sanzou. Knowing the monkey and his innocent idiotic naiveté, he'd end up disrespecting the wrong people at the wrong time for the wrong reasons. He was still too young for such judgment. "I'll tell you who's who."
"Honto?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" snapped Sanzou irritably.
Goku thought about this for a moment then grinned, "Nope." He went to his bed and climbed in, burying himself under the cool sheets with a contented sigh. When Sanzou turned to leave Goku sat up straight and wailed, "You're leaving?!"
Sanzou gave the boy a narrow eyed look, challenging whatever the boy was about to request. "I have work to do."
The boy dropped his gaze and fiddled around with the sheets and muttered, "But.but can't you wait till I fall asleep?"
Sanzou could not believe what he was hearing. "What?!"
"I.I don't want to be alone right now," said Goku softly, "I might have nightmares because I was so scared that no one would find me in the well and I'd be left alone.again." He lifted his head and gave Sanzou the most pitiful pleading look with his shimmering golden eyes, "Please Sanzou, can't you wait till I fall asleep? I'll fall asleep really, really quickly just for you."
Those damn eyes. He just could not win against them. He should have them poked out.
With a self-sacrificing groan, Sanzou dropped himself down on a chair and pulled out the newspaper he had not read. Opening it, he searched for his reading glasses and snarled, "What are you staring at? Put your head down and go to sleep already before I just shoot you and end this ridiculous charade!"
The boy immediately buried himself under the sheets so that only a small thatch of his dark brown hair could be seen exclaiming exuberantly, "Thank you Sanzou!"
So he, the Genjo Sanzou sat in the monkey's room till he fell asleep. And even after Goku had started snoring, Sanzou sat reading.just to make sure the monkey didn't sprout wings and fly away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The monkey was bored out of his mind. Sanzou knew this, but he said nothing except to glare at Goku when the boy started to fidget too much on the stool that was placed next to Sanzou's desk. The boy had tried every trick in the book trying to get himself out of his punishment, but Sanzou would have none of it, literally dragging the screaming monkey to his office and forcing him to sit on the stool silently till Sanzou finished all his paper work. Sanzou had placed his fan on the desk, a silent reminder to Goku on the consequences of speaking during his punishment time. So far Goku had done a good job at trying to stay quiet. He forgot himself four times to express his hunger, and was silenced with the crack of the fan over his head.
Three days of punishment, for three days of terror.
Sanzou sensed a sudden stillness from Goku, and lifted his eyes, peering over his glasses to find the boy staring quite seriously at one of the documents on the desk. The young monk watched as Goku's golden eyes scanned the page, his lips moving as if reading the neatly written words.
Hello.
"Goku," said Sanzou without moving an inch.
The boy jumped, startled he looked up at him, "Nani?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, Sanzou. I was just reading the paper, that's all."
Sanzou frowned. With his foot he pulled Goku's stool closer to him. Staring into the boy's eyes he asked, "You can read?"
Goku blinked, then said in a soft confused voice, "I guess a little."
Ah, the whole wiped out memory.
"Baka," grunted Sanzou. He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a small pamphlet and handed it to the boy. "Read the first page out loud to me, Goku."
Goku's eyes were extremely wide as he opened the pamphlet carefully and started to read, "Then even nothingness was not, nor.nor exis.um."
"Existence."
"Ah.existence. There was nor air then, nor the.the heavens be.beyond it. What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping? Was there then co..cos.cosimic."
"Cosmic."
"Cosmic water, in.in dep.I know this one! Depths! Un.ah.un-fa-tho- med..unfathomed!"
"You killed the whole sentence, baka saru. Read the sentence again."
Goku gave him an injured look and re-read it, "Was there then cosmic water, in depths unfathomed?" He looked up at Sanzou hopefully.
"Not bad for a wild monkey," said Sanzou grudgingly, though in actuality he was quite impressed. Someone had taken special care to teach Goku how to read. Someone in the past before Goku was imprisoned in the mountains.
Taking the pamphlet back, he pulled out a writing quill and a blank sheet of paper and gave them to Goku and said, "Lets see what you can do."
Goku grinned brilliantly at him and hunched over the paper and started to write. After a minute he straightened and Sanzou peered at the paper reading, "I am Son Goku, and I live in Chou-an with Sanzou." He misspelled "Chou-an" and "Sanzou", but that could easily be fixed. His handwriting was atrocious but eligible, again easily fixed with practice.
Sanzou smirked, and Goku beamed.
Thus Genjo Sanzou continued what started 500 years ago.
TO BE CONTINUED.
What Goku was reading was the Indian myth of the creation of the world.
So.what do ya think?????????????????? Please please please please what do ya think????
Ahh.I think the next chapter will have some action in it. Then a final chapter. This was never meant to be a multi-chapter thing. Ah well, stuff like this can't be helped.
Sarlinia
WARNING: gossiping monks, mean kids, pissed off Sanzou, unhappy Goku, lethal fan, and deadly gun. ^-^
SIMPLE VOCAB: Baka=idiot Saru=monkey/ape Kono Baka Saru=(I think) dumbass ape Itai=ouch Urusai=shut up Honto=really? Nani=what?
UNABLE TO WIN
Part II
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Sanzou-sama!"
"Sanzou-sama, please open the door!"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Sanzou sat straight up, a vein throbbing over his temple as he snarled at the locked door, "Urusai! Go die in a ditch!"
The infernal knocking abruptly stopped and Sanzou's sensitive ears picked up the sounds of socked feet drawing away from his door. With another ill- tempered snarl, Sanzou threw himself back under his sheets and covered his eyes with his arm tiredly.
Three days. It had been three days since Sanzou had made it back from his little journey. But where he had left the temple Chou-an alone, he had come back with a little shadow. A little shadow of terror called Son Goku. What had possessed him to bring the strange boy with him to the temple was something even he could not understand. Had he thought that the boy would be capable of assimilating into the temple life like all the other children that were brought in to live there? Had he thought that the monks would welcome the youkai boy with open arms and tolerate his incessant chatter, and his gargantuan appetite?
Whatever he had been thinking, he had been dead wrong.
Every morning since he arrived the monks came knocking on his door, waking him up to complain on what the little monkey had done. It was eerily amazing how much trouble Goku had gotten himself into in those short three days. He had climbed onto one of the statues of the Buddha and took a nap there, he had broken over a dozen ornaments and artifacts, bitten one monk, kicked another, doodled on the paper walls with a permanent marker (where he had found that damned thing was yet a mystery), scoffed food enough to feed the temple for a month, muddied the clean floors, disrupted prayers, mutilated important documents, and all with an innocent smile on his face.
On the good side, temple life had never been this lively.
Sanzou groaned when he heard a familiar nagging voice in his subconscious, calling him to find a certain infuriating monkey. He sat up and threw his sheets off him and stood. That annoying voice that put his teeth on edge had ceased to bother him when he had freed Goku. Now what the hell was it doing returning to pester him? Hadn't he already freed that nuisance to the world and given him a freaking home? He had done his job hadn't he? What more should be expected of him?
Once dressed in his robes, Sanzou exited his room and cast an irritable glare at the group of monks who huddled at the end of his hall, muttering amongst themselves in hushed nervous voices. When they noticed that he was out, they quieted and cautiously approached him in a meek manner that befit when approaching a Sanzou.
Idiots.
"S.Sanzou-sama.good morning."
"What's good about it?" Asked Sanzou, "You disturbed my sleep to pester me about something, so what's good about this morning?"
The poor man's mouth bobbed open and shut like a fish out of water. Sanzou shook his head and asked with as much patience he could express, "What did the idiot monkey do now?"
"He.he's gone, Sanzou-sama." Sanzou's head snapped slightly, not wanting to show his surprise at this unexpected news. He remained silent as the man continued, "We were kind of worried when we found that he had not raided the stores again like he always does at night, so we went to his room and found it empty and his bed and clothes untouched. We then looked everywhere, but could not find him."
Sanzou listened to the details. Had Goku run away? If he had, wouldn't he have the brains to grab some of his clothes and food? No, Goku hadn't run away, Sanzou was sure of it. After all, the boy's worst fear was of being left alone, so running away would mean that he would defiantly be alone. And knowing the idiot, he would have come to Sanzou and asked for them to run away together.
So where the hell was he, and why the hell did he care what happened to that little pest? ///"I never look for the sun, I always look away. But then you came and for a moment I thought the sun was coming to me. I just couldn't look away."/// Baka. Baka. Baka. Baka.
Without a word, Sanzou marched away from the monks towards Goku's small room. The night before he had personally dragged the little monkey by the ear to his room after the boy begged to stay up longer. There was nothing out of the ordinary last night, so what could have happened to make Goku disappear?
In a short time, Sanzou reached Goku's room and opened it. It was as if Goku was still there. His little bed was made and untouched, on the table in the middle of the room odd little trinkets and flowers that Goku had collected scattered its top in disarray. Against the wall, a small wardrobe with one of its door open held the few clothes Sanzou had purchased for the boy still hung impeccably. On the nightstand next to his bed there was a bowl of uneaten apples. Sanzou had suggested to Goku to keep a bowl of fruit in his room since his hunger was insatiable, but every night for the past three nights, the fruit didn't satisfy Goku's hunger and the boy stole away to the stores for a midnight snack that would leave large obvious gaps of his presence. The apples were untouched, just like the stores.
Sighing, Sanzou left the room and shut it, walking in a slightly hurried pace and listening to that nagging voice in his head. He did not want to admit it, but the sight of Goku's empty room disturbed him. On their journey to the temple, Sanzou had discovered that Goku was as innocent as a newborn babe. Like his memories he was empty of all experiences and knowledge that any other boy his age, human or youkai would have acquired. Guileless, unsuspicious, gullible, as innocent as they come, but with a dark shadow that loomed over him. Sanzou was cautious for Goku had not been imprisoned for no reason. Even Goku admitted that he must have done something horrible to deserve 500 years of imprisonment. At times, there was a haunted look in Goku's eyes, an ageless sadness and wisdom made Sanzou pause to think: who is Son Goku? But whoever he was he was not capable of living out on his own.
So where the hell is he???!!!
Sanzou walked out into the morning sun, not even giving its radiance a glance as he let his feet lead him to wherever they stopped. It was through this almost aimless wandering that Sanzou had found Goku up in the mountains in the first place. Just following the voice and his feet. He crossed the courtyard ignoring the cheerful greetings of some of the monks and visitors. He turned past the cultivated garden where they grew most of their vegetables and rice. Past the apple orchard, which was one of Goku's favorite spots and the flower garden where Goku spent hours chasing odd insects with pretty wings. In three days, Goku had made himself at home. As long as he was outside and away from the temple and those who dwelled within its walls, he was fine. A child of the earth.
Sanzou was passing a group of novice boys in their early teens when he felt a sharp jolt. He stopped and let his amethyst eyes gaze over in their direction. They were four, and Sanzou recognized them as some boys that Goku had beaten in martial arts training. It was the only thing that Goku would participate with the monks. Goku loved to fight, and had the agility and stamina to become a force to be reckoned with. Goku had been paired up with them because he was a youkai and youkai were naturally stronger. But even thought he boys were a good four years older that the little monkey, Goku had beaten them in no time.
Noticing him, the boys went silent, looking at each other in nervous guilt. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, Sanzou approached them till he stood over them. Their eyes widened and shook, and they were sweating profusely for such a cool morning.
"Where is Goku?" Sanzou asked quietly, looking down his nose at them. He was never one to beat around the bush. These boys knew where Goku was; it was obvious to Sanzou as the sun in the sky.
The tallest of them all gulped and answered shakily, "We.we don't know, Sanzou-sama."
"Liar."
All the boys jumped at his blunt reply.
"Sa.Sanzou-sama."
Sanzou grabbed the boy by his novice robe and pulled him close hissing menacingly, "I could have you banished from the temple for that little lie. Now answer me quickly, where is the saru?"
The boy, trembling, lifted his hand and pointed towards the wells, "He.he's in the dried up well.we.we didn't think that he'd believe us!"
Sanzou let the terrified boy go and said, "Explain."
"Yesterday we told Goku that we saw a bird fall down the well since he loved birds so much and that after everyone had gone to sleep we'd go get it out. We met him outside his window and all of us went to the well, and then we dared him to jump in by himself and get the bird. We.we never thought he'd believe us, Sanzou-sama! Honest!"
"Why didn't you get help when the idiot jumped in the first place?"
The boy's eyes fell to the grassy ground as he mumbled, "We were scared."
Sanzou snarled, "Scared are you? Selfish more like it! Go to the Elder and tell him what you have done. He'll be able to give you an imaginative punishment. If I were left up to deciding I'd just shoot you. Get out of my sight!"
All the boys fled then, pale and trembling and probably traumatized after facing the wrath of Genjo Sanzou.
Now to get back the saru.
Chou-an had five working wells and one dried one. None of the novices were allowed to go there for fear of them falling and drowning. The dried one was near the corner of the temple, the last one to the right. It had cobwebs on its wooden banisters and an old aged bird's nest on the top. Coming up to it, Sanzou leaned down and looked into the inky darkness and stayed there trying to penetrate the darkness to see if Goku was actually there.
He then heard a small soft sob echoing from within.
Letting himself relax slightly, Sanzou called down, "Goku?"
He heard some movement from below then the flashing of golden eyes looking up at him and the shining of a golden diadem. "S.Sanzou?" It was said softly, tiredly, and unbelieving, ageless and haunted.
Sanzou reached over and untangled the unused rope, spraying himself with dust that clung the ropes together. Without a word, he threw one of the ends inside and waited to feel a tug on it. When he felt nothing he said irritably, "Either you grab on or I pull the rope up and leave without you. One.two."
He felt a tug. Satisfied, he started the strenuous job of pulling the boy out to the well. Goku was not the heavy, but still it would have been easier if Sanzou had asked the help of another monk, but he didn't want any of those self-righteous idiots with him when he pulled the boy out. Sanzou knew that the only reason they tolerated Goku's presence was because Sanzou had brought him to the temple himself. He knew the rumors and gossiping that was going around about Genjo Sanzou's "Pet" and "Pick-up". The thing was that even if he wanted to, he could never win against those damn eyes.
Sanzou's arm shot forward at the first sight of a thatch of muddy brown hair, his hand tangling into a loose damp shirt, he hauled Goku out of the well and onto solid ground. Goku sat at his feet, damp, muddy, shivering, and utterly miserable. His hands were scrapped raw from attempting to climb back up and failing, same went for his bare feet (it seemed that he had left his room barefoot again). The new pants that Sanzou had gotten him were torn and beyond recognition, and the shirt looked even worse. His long hair was a horrendous tangle of hair and mud and.a frog leap out of the knots of Goku's hair and back into the well.
Finally, not knowing what to say to the boy, "Can you stand? You're a mess, saru. You can eat after you bathe. Idiot, who in their right mind would knowingly jump into a damned - "
Goku looked up at him, his face was scrapped on one cheek and tears slipping down his muddied cheeks. His small thin shoulders shook in half concealed sobs, and his dirty hand vainly tried to wipe the tears away, only to have more take the others place. How the hell was he expected to lecture the saru on his idiocy if the said saru was crying his eyes out?! And the boy so deserved getting a piece of his fan!
With a defeated sigh, Sanzou knelt slightly and took Goku's small tanned hand in his, and with a gentle tug he had Goku standing. "Lets get you cleaned and fed. You can go to sleep too if you want." He suggested softly refusing to meet Goku eye to eye.
The boy merely nodded his head and continued to cry, opting now just to cover his eyes with his scratched arm. With another sigh, Sanzou led Goku away from the well, keeping a firm hold onto Goku's hand so as to allow the boy to cry his fill but not fall and break his stupid neck while they walked to the washrooms. Goku's sobs were heartbreaking, getting the attention of many passerbies' who looked at them curiously and with mild concern for the weeping boy that Sanzou led.
The monks who had woken him stayed wisely away, letting Sanzou and Goku pass by them undeterred. Sanzou led Goku to his untouched room, and sent the boy to the baths with fresh clothes. While the little boy washed, Sanzou and the healer he had called over waited for Goku to come out. Once out, Goku's wounds were treated and bandaged, then Sanzou ordered a full course meal to be served in the room.
At least the food brightened up the saru, Sanzou thought almost acidly as he watched a slightly rejuvenated Goku nearly choke himself while attempting to shove every dish on the table in his mouth at the same time. When Goku had licked the last drop of grease off the last plate, Sanzou said, "Go to sleep, and when you wake up you'll start the punishment."
"What?" Gasped Goku in dismay, "Why? Why am I being punished?"
CRACK!
"Itaiii!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sanzou had been waiting for the right moment to hit the idiot. Now he was satisfied.
"What did you do that for?!" Howled the boy, clutching his head where Sanzou's fan had connected with his head.
With a satisfied smirk, Sanzou placed his fan within the folds of his robe and stated the fact that he believed very crucial, "Don't question your elders."
Goku blinked, "Why?"
"Because," replied Sanzou willing to be patient for once, unusually relaxed after whacking the boy, "it is disrespectful."
"Disrespectful?" snorted Goku angrily; "You're always disrespectful to your elders, Sanzou. I think you just like to hit me.and you hit hard!"
"I disrespect those who don't deserve my respect, it's that simple."
Goku blinked large golden eyes at him, and Sanzou could almost swear that he could see the rusty unused gears turning in the monkey's head. Finally, Goku said, "So.I don't need to respect elders who do not deserve respect? How would I know which ones to respect and which ones not to?"
A good question, though Sanzou. Knowing the monkey and his innocent idiotic naiveté, he'd end up disrespecting the wrong people at the wrong time for the wrong reasons. He was still too young for such judgment. "I'll tell you who's who."
"Honto?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" snapped Sanzou irritably.
Goku thought about this for a moment then grinned, "Nope." He went to his bed and climbed in, burying himself under the cool sheets with a contented sigh. When Sanzou turned to leave Goku sat up straight and wailed, "You're leaving?!"
Sanzou gave the boy a narrow eyed look, challenging whatever the boy was about to request. "I have work to do."
The boy dropped his gaze and fiddled around with the sheets and muttered, "But.but can't you wait till I fall asleep?"
Sanzou could not believe what he was hearing. "What?!"
"I.I don't want to be alone right now," said Goku softly, "I might have nightmares because I was so scared that no one would find me in the well and I'd be left alone.again." He lifted his head and gave Sanzou the most pitiful pleading look with his shimmering golden eyes, "Please Sanzou, can't you wait till I fall asleep? I'll fall asleep really, really quickly just for you."
Those damn eyes. He just could not win against them. He should have them poked out.
With a self-sacrificing groan, Sanzou dropped himself down on a chair and pulled out the newspaper he had not read. Opening it, he searched for his reading glasses and snarled, "What are you staring at? Put your head down and go to sleep already before I just shoot you and end this ridiculous charade!"
The boy immediately buried himself under the sheets so that only a small thatch of his dark brown hair could be seen exclaiming exuberantly, "Thank you Sanzou!"
So he, the Genjo Sanzou sat in the monkey's room till he fell asleep. And even after Goku had started snoring, Sanzou sat reading.just to make sure the monkey didn't sprout wings and fly away.
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The monkey was bored out of his mind. Sanzou knew this, but he said nothing except to glare at Goku when the boy started to fidget too much on the stool that was placed next to Sanzou's desk. The boy had tried every trick in the book trying to get himself out of his punishment, but Sanzou would have none of it, literally dragging the screaming monkey to his office and forcing him to sit on the stool silently till Sanzou finished all his paper work. Sanzou had placed his fan on the desk, a silent reminder to Goku on the consequences of speaking during his punishment time. So far Goku had done a good job at trying to stay quiet. He forgot himself four times to express his hunger, and was silenced with the crack of the fan over his head.
Three days of punishment, for three days of terror.
Sanzou sensed a sudden stillness from Goku, and lifted his eyes, peering over his glasses to find the boy staring quite seriously at one of the documents on the desk. The young monk watched as Goku's golden eyes scanned the page, his lips moving as if reading the neatly written words.
Hello.
"Goku," said Sanzou without moving an inch.
The boy jumped, startled he looked up at him, "Nani?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, Sanzou. I was just reading the paper, that's all."
Sanzou frowned. With his foot he pulled Goku's stool closer to him. Staring into the boy's eyes he asked, "You can read?"
Goku blinked, then said in a soft confused voice, "I guess a little."
Ah, the whole wiped out memory.
"Baka," grunted Sanzou. He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a small pamphlet and handed it to the boy. "Read the first page out loud to me, Goku."
Goku's eyes were extremely wide as he opened the pamphlet carefully and started to read, "Then even nothingness was not, nor.nor exis.um."
"Existence."
"Ah.existence. There was nor air then, nor the.the heavens be.beyond it. What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping? Was there then co..cos.cosimic."
"Cosmic."
"Cosmic water, in.in dep.I know this one! Depths! Un.ah.un-fa-tho- med..unfathomed!"
"You killed the whole sentence, baka saru. Read the sentence again."
Goku gave him an injured look and re-read it, "Was there then cosmic water, in depths unfathomed?" He looked up at Sanzou hopefully.
"Not bad for a wild monkey," said Sanzou grudgingly, though in actuality he was quite impressed. Someone had taken special care to teach Goku how to read. Someone in the past before Goku was imprisoned in the mountains.
Taking the pamphlet back, he pulled out a writing quill and a blank sheet of paper and gave them to Goku and said, "Lets see what you can do."
Goku grinned brilliantly at him and hunched over the paper and started to write. After a minute he straightened and Sanzou peered at the paper reading, "I am Son Goku, and I live in Chou-an with Sanzou." He misspelled "Chou-an" and "Sanzou", but that could easily be fixed. His handwriting was atrocious but eligible, again easily fixed with practice.
Sanzou smirked, and Goku beamed.
Thus Genjo Sanzou continued what started 500 years ago.
TO BE CONTINUED.
What Goku was reading was the Indian myth of the creation of the world.
So.what do ya think?????????????????? Please please please please what do ya think????
Ahh.I think the next chapter will have some action in it. Then a final chapter. This was never meant to be a multi-chapter thing. Ah well, stuff like this can't be helped.
Sarlinia