notes: I think I should repeat again that this is truly fiction and made up in my insane mind. ^_^ I don't own all the saiyuki boys as well. Oh yeah, there might be even MORE ooc ness but I couldn't help it! And if this chapter isn't too good, then blame it on my lack of sleep. This might even come out as kinda weird.

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We decided to stay in this town for another day. We had certainly needed the rest. I had separated from the others right after dinner. I couldn't really handle the way you looked at Sanzo. It was full of adoration and love and…meant only for Sanzo.

I sighed wearily and headed to the nearest bar.

So that's where I am right now. Staring at the 6th glass of sake in front of me.

Pretty glass... all glittering and twinkling. So pretty. Pretty like…like you.

"Hey, Hakkai. What are you doing? It's not like you to get drunk,"

Gojyo. What was he doing here? I thought he had followed you and Sanzo around town. Had he followed me the whole time?

"Hakkai? Hakkai???"

"Hai?"

"What's going on with you lately? You've been kinda…reserved. Is there anything wrong?" asked Gojyo, full of concern.

"Iie…I was just thinking that's all," came my lame reply.

"Okay, if you say so. What happened last night?"

Huh?

"Excuse me?"

"I meant, why was the saru in your bed last night?" Gojyo asked, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, it…was…nothing. He was just scared of the storm," I glanced back at my glass, hoping that Gojyo wouldn't pester me on that particular subject.

That was the problem. It wasn't nothing. Last night meant more to me than you will probably think.

"Ahh, I see. Demo…"

I quickly smile like I always do.

"Really, I'm okay. I'm just a little worn out after our long journey."

"Yeah, the number of times that bakasaru had to pick a fight with me…"

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[this be the next time]

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I felt a cold hand wrap around my waist.

Without opening my eyes, I turned around and let you curl into my chest again.

I knew it was you. I don't know if it was because the rain was still pounding on the window. Maybe it's because that smell that's distinctly...Goku.

I absently rubbed my fingers along your arm, then kissing your forehead gently.

"Goku. Why don't you ever go to Sanzo when there's a storm?"

Oops. I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I couldn't help it. I had been wondering about it for the past week.

I had been wondering why we had that kiss.

Why I always found you in my arms every time it thundered.

Why Sanzo was never the one you went to.

Wondering exactly where we stand in our relationship as of now.

I sighed. I'm beginning to sound like a girl.

You looked up at me, with your beautiful golden eyes and opened your mouth, closed your mouth. Opened it again.

"Sanzo? You know how he is. He…thinks that I'm a wimp. He says that I shouldn't be scared of storms being Seiten Taisen and all. But I can't help it. It reminds me of the cave. But he still doesn't care. So that's why I came to you,"

Chotto matte… Was he using me?

"Oh, I see,"

I knew that I should probably push you away right now, but I just couldn't. Not because it was my nature to comfort people, but because I loved you.

But I can't stop feeling confused and a little hurt. But you're just holding me tighter, lightly massaging my sides, breathing into my chest.

Then there was the tiny voice in the back of my head.

Yes. Koishiteru, Son Goku.

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