Same night, but now to a different room, with different occupants, and a very different level of affection. While Sanzo and Goku drift off to sleep on the floor of their room, the pair in the room next to them is busy getting ready for bed, though only one of them is honestly envisioning sleep.
"How do you think those two are doing in there?" Hakkai inquires, only slightly betraying his apprehension concerning the pair in question. He is busying himself at the dresser by the far wall, making a bed for Hakuryuu out of an extra sheet.
Lounging shirtless on his bed, Gojyo observes Hakkai intently, following every movement the graceful brunette makes, even if it is only a small, nervous gesture, like flexing his fingers, tired from a long day of curling them around the steering wheel of their jeep. "Who knows." he dismisses, not nearly as preoccupied with Hakkai's question as he is with the man himself. "Let's just hope the droopy-eyed monk doesn't put a bullet in that gaki's brain before sunrise."
A mild laugh responds, and Hakkai lovingly strokes Hakuryuu's chin as the small dragon settles into his master's creation, before stepping back to begin freeing himself of his own accessories and clothing. "For Goku's sake, I hope Sanzo comes around soon." he comments, his back to his companion as he strips off his green headband and tosses it next to Hakuryuu on the desk. "Progress seems terribly slow, and I'm worried about Goku--past AND present versions."
Gojyo nods noncomittingly, knowing Hakkai can't see him, but unable to offer anything more on his end of the conversation. He is enjoying watching his friend's movements so much, attention on anything else would be impossible.
Untying his sash, Hakkai allows the cream-colored fabric to fall to the floor, and then begins to unbutton his collar, all the while still talking to Gojyo, who merely nods along, offering an occasional grunt of agreement.
Shaking his head fiercely, Gojyo tries to clear his mind and focus on what Hakkai is telling him--out of politeness, if nothing else--but despite his best attempts, his skin heats significantly with each passing moment, reacting to Hakkai's owe so enticing strip-tease.
Okay, so it isn't exactly a strip-tease, but seeing Hakkai with his shirt off is close enough, and Gojyo can't believe he hasn't paid more attention when the two of them have shared a room in the past. Normally, Hakkai changes while he is still out of the room, or so quickly, Gojyo doesn't even realize the brunette is suddenly wearing a different shirt.
No missed moments or missed opportunities this time, though. Oh, no. Gojyo eyes every revealed inch of his companion's skin with increasing delight as Hakkai slips his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor beside his sash. Naturally, Hakkai is facing AWAY from Gojyo as he does this-- revelations aside, the idea of anyone getting a full shot of his scar unnerves him greatly--but this does little to distract from Gojyo's excitement. The muscles of Hakkai's back are slender but well-formed. Nothing like the body of a woman.
Funny. Gojyo wouldn't have it any other way.
"Are you even listening to me?" Hakkai accuses, facing Gojyo head on now, fully clothed in his oversized nightshirt.
Damn. Gojyo must have been daydreaming a little too intensely. Oh, well. The kappa merely grins and shrugs his shoulders. "Sanzo's a dick. I'm listening."
Hakkai laughs gently again and rolls his eyes. His eyes--emerald green, though one is slightly more dimmed in color than the other. It is in realizing this that Gojyo notices Hakkai is no longer wearing his monocle.
Time for bed.
With great disappointment, Gojyo watches as the brunette heads for the other bed instead of joining him in his. "Hey...what are you doing?" he pouts, sitting up on the mattress with a very childish expression, as if being unfairly deprived of some promised treat.
"Going to bed." Hakkai replies, not quite getting it, as he stops just before climbing under the covers.
"I can see that." Gojyo frowns. "I just figured...well...I thought...you know..." he trails off purposefully, giving Hakkai a look that suggests the brunette is supposed to infer what he means. Hakkai stares back at him blankly. "Damn it, are you really going to make me say it?"
Sighing loudly, Hakkai slumps into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. "Yes, I am, because I don't think I understand what you're expecting of me."
"I'm not expecting anything!"
Hakkai raises an eyebrow accusingly.
"Okay, maybe I am. WAS!" Gojyo corrects instantly, holding up his hands in defense. "But only a little. It's not like we have to do anything, I just...figured you'd be sleeping in here with me. We woke up pretty snugly this morning."
Hakkai clears his throat awkwardly, staring down at his hands. "Well...we were on the floor, and...we only had the one blanket, so...so..."
"So...we were conserving body heat?" Gojyo finishes incredulously. "Somehow, I don't think so."
A tiny blush and bashful smile overshadows Hakkai's features. "I know." he admits softly, fiddling his thumbs and avoiding Gojyo's constant stare. "Of course...you're right...it's... it's only...I..." He is obviously distressed, and cannot bring himself to form words of explanation.
"What, Hakkai?" Gojyo presses, firmly but with clear patience and understanding, now sitting on the edge of his bed as well, in mirror-image of his friend. "You're not making sense."
Hakkai contemplates how to explain his feelings for longer than Gojyo's patience can usually hold out, but eventually, he raises his head and looks timidly into his friend's crimson gaze. "Being...IN BED together...represents so much more than merely...BEING together. It...expects something. I know you would never force anything on me, but...it still feels like there's an unspoken obligation, and...I don't how ready I am for that." Hakkai pauses, flitting his gaze back and forth between Gojyo and his own slender hands. "I know I'm being foolish--"
"Nah, I get it." Gojyo cuts in, leaning back on his elbows dejectedly, though he offers his companion his best attempt at a customary wink and lazy grin. "I'm kinda hoping you'll change your mind, but...I get it."
Gojyo is clearly hurt by Hakkai's explanation--despite his efforts to show understanding--mainly because he feels as if Hakkai doesn't trust him. It is true the redhead's scenario for tonight hadn't been based on the purest of intentions, but that doesn't mean he would ever try to do something Hakkai didn't want just as badly as him.
Even if the brunette wasn't as adept as he is at reading others, Hakkai couldn't miss Gojyo's heartbrokenness for anything. Really, what right does he have to be afraid? Barring all else, Gojyo is still his friend. Besides, it isn't as if Hakkai hasn't thought about them being in bed together. The idea still scares him a little, but he is no fool, and he recognizes the swirling of emotions raging in the pit of his stomach.
Low in the pit of his stomach.
With a final surge of misshapen resolve, Hakkai pushes himself off his bed and crosses over to Gojyo's, nudging the redhead to the other side of the mattress to make room. "You better not hog the covers again." he chides, nearly having to hold his breath to keep the heat from rising to his face as it is spreading throughout the rest of his body.
Gojyo does his best to suppress the over-enthusiatic grin wanting so desperately to take over his features, but is content to merely snuggle into the brunette's embrace as Hakkai pulls the covers over them and wraps loving arms around his waist. "So..." the amorous kappa begins coyly, peering up into Hakkai's flushed face. "...do I get a goodnight kiss?"
A very unsurprised chuckle. "You never know when to quit, do you?"
"Nope." Gojyo admits happily, waiting expectantly for what he has asked for.
Licking his lips absently, Hakkai abandons all hope for claiming control over his blush, and tilts his face closer to Gojyo's until those now damp lips meet another's.
It begins like their first, very soft and undemanding, but this time Gojyo is the one to press further, easing his tongue past Hakkai's lips with all too familiar liberty. Hakkai sighs, meeting that caress openly, eagerly, and clutches vigorously at the small of Gojyo's back, pulling the red-head unintentionally closer.
They break apart, half-lidded eyes gazing heavily at one another, before Gojyo hungrily dives in again, deeper, more forceful, but not so much that Hakkai couldn't tone things down if he really wanted to.
He doesn't.
They break again to catch their breaths, but this time, when Gojyo goes back for more, he rolls, pushing Hakkai down into the mattress. As their breathing picks up pace, their kisses deepen, and soon Gojyo is readjusting his position so that he has a leg on either side of Hakkai's now pinned body.
When they break apart once more, Gojyo daringly begins running his tongue teasingly down Hakkai's jaw and lower down his neck, only to sweep up again until catching the brunette's earlobe to nibble at it erotically, as if hinting at all the other wonders that tongue is capable of.
Hakkai gasps and shudders loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head in ecstasy as Gojyo continues the assault back down his exposed neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt to delve into the groves of his shoulders. Silently scolding himself for offering so little in reciprocation, Hakkai strokes down Gojyo's back with one hand and digs the other deep into those loose, red locks. Slowly, he begins running his toes up along Gojyo's leg, producing contented moans from his companion at such a delicious combination of sensations.
Oh yes, Hakkai knew things would easily succumb to this, but his fear is won out by how marvelous Gojyo's touches feel against his skin.
Gojyo is not usually a patient man, but in something like this, he understand all too well the value of gradual progress. Still pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses into Hakkai neck and shoulders, he carefully lifts up on his prey's nightshirt, running his large hands up those slender, toned sides. He feels Hakkai shiver slightly--ticklish--and obediently moves his caresses to brush lightly over the brunette's chest. So feather-light, in fact, it forces a deep purr from between Hakkai's lips.
Gojyo reels; that has got to be the sexiest sound he has ever heard.
Anxiously slipping Hakkai's arms from his shirt, Gojyo tugs the distracting article up over Hakkai's head and tosses it backwards into the air to land somewhere unseen on the floor. He works lower now, striking those same tantalizing kisses down Hakkai's bare chest.
Hakkai is in utter rapture, digging his nails into Gojyo's back carelessly enough to leave countless red lines over that tanned skin. Gojyo could care less, though, and Hakkai couldn't stop himself even if he tried.
Gods, this feels incredible, Hakkai thinks vaguely, imagining that nothing has ever felt as wonderful as Gojyo's lips and strong hands ravaging his burning skin. Nothing could have ever felt as perfect or intimate, not even...
Hakkai tenses, his so recently closed eyes springing open at the unwanted image of someone besides his dear friend flashing through his mind. A moment later, Gojyo's lips reach low enough on Hakkai's stomach to pass over a large patch of rubbery skin--scar tissue.
The scar...
"G-Gojyo..." Hakkai gasps, pushing the redhead away more forcefully than he intended. "...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, but...I don't think...I can do this..."
Gojyo has been pushed upwards, not to the side, so he hovers above Hakkai with both hands supporting him, placed on either side of Hakkai's still heated body. The kappa's hair veils his face completely, and the sound of his shallow breathing is so intent, so overly controlled, it seems as though he is struggling to keep his temper in check.
Hakkai tears his eyes away from that curtain of crimson, agonizingly turning his head to the side. "You're angry, aren't you...?"
Huffing indignantly, Gojyo lowers himself back down, wrapping his arms around Hakkai's waist with his head tucked under the brunette's chin. "No...I'm not angry." he sighs, snuggling cozily into Hakkai's chest. "There's nothing to be angry about, ya got me? So...sorry I pushed."
"Me, too." Hakkai smiles, slipping his arms around Gojyo in return, and breathing internal relief at the redhead's understanding. "What I mean is...sorry I pushed you away."
"It's okay. I know that, eventually...you won't. And I can live with that for now."
Tears of frustration and grief had almost found their way trickling down Hakkai's cheeks, and they almost do again out of pure joy at finding something that honestly asks for no more than he can give.
Pulling Gojyo tighter into his chest, Hakkai tilts his chin down to kiss the top of his friend's head and nuzzles that soft hair, feeling content and capable of putting all his fears behind him--one small step at a time.
Step one...
"...Gojyo..." he whispers, stroking soothing circles over the redhead's tanned back. "...suki da, yo...haha...daisuki da, yo..."
Gojyo's body instantly becomes rigid and his arms seem suddenly limp around Hakkai's slender waist. He does not let go or move away, but his discomfort is clear, and Hakkai senses it easily, slowly allowing his own arms to fall back against the mattress.
"...you don't...feel the same..." he breathes, not as a question, but as a devastatingly hurt statement of believed fact.
"It's not that..." Gojyo mends, renewing his faltered grip. "...it...it's just...I'm not so good with the emotional stuff, ya know? I don't do...love."
Now it is Hakkai's turn to flinch, and he nearly pushes Gojyo off of him completely, ready to flee from the bed and escape the room at any foolish cost. But...he doesn't. Even if Gojyo had given him room to leave, Hakkai wouldn't have taken the opportunity. It would hurt even more than being left--leaving behind the only joy he has been able to find since...his old self died.
"I mean...I never used to. Wouldn't allow myself to." Gojyo finishes, sniffling miserably as he digs even fiercer into Hakkai's chest. "Shit...please don't hate me..."
Discovering warmth and impossibility even within the dark, Hakkai's hurt fades with a smile--an honest smile--and he tentatively brings his arms up again to rest on Gojyo's back. "I just told you I loved you. Why would I hate you?"
"...'cause I'm an idiot..."
"True...but that's no reason to hate you." Hakkai chuckles, lowering his gaze, and latching on to Gojyo's the second that fearful kappa looks up in return. "You have offered me time to overcome my fears. I offer you the same, and I hope...some day...you will be able to say those words back to me."
Gojyo grins gratefully in reply, but loses the expression the moment he tries to speak, failing again and again as his mouth opens and closes, never quite capable of getting out the words he means to release.
"You don't have to say them right now." Hakkai laughs back, oddly humored by Gojyo's attempts. "There's no rush."
"Like hell there isn't!" Gojyo dissents, suddenly finding his voice, once given easier words to work with. "What guarantee do we have that one of us--maybe both--will end up dead tomorrow, huh? That's why you're supposed to say words like that everyday, so you never regret holding them back."
Hakkai blushes softly and allows his smile to widen just a bit more. "That's beautiful, Gojyo."
"Ah, shuddup." the kappa blushes back, before tearing his eyes away from the heartbreakingly loving expression on Hakkai's gorgeous face.
He snuggles in deeply again, fitting so perfectly with his head beneath Hakkai's chin, his arms around the brunette's waist, and their legs interlacing. For a moment, things are fine just as they are with the two of them content merely holding one another, and with Hakkai once again making those petal-soft circles on Gojyo's back.
"...Hakkai...?" Gojyo whispers, absently tracing similar circles on his companion's chest. "...love you..."
And Hakkai smiles again--just smiles, for no more words are needed--and with the soft, rhythmic touch of each other's warm hands on equally warm skin, the pair is asleep in barely no time at all, happy to dream their fears away.
-----
Sunrises are a peculiar thing; they never ask anything of anyone and yet they offer everything in just a handful of breathtaking moments. People fall in love to sunrises. Children are born to sunrises. Life can take a whole new direction to even the simplest of sunrises.
Of course, a few less defining moments occur at sunrise, too. Like...waking up.
Sanzo's well-rested eyes flutter groggily, blinking past miraculously sweet dreams. It has been far longer than he wishes to remember since he slept so well, and yet he can distinctly feel a very unwelcome crick in his side and at the base of his neck from the somewhat awkward position he had spent the night in.
He takes a moment to drink up those final few breaths of blissful slumber, digging a little more deeply into his pillow's shoulder. But before long, he allows his uncanny eyes to flutter open.
When those drooping, violet eyes lift their heavy lids, however, Sanzo is not met with the view of that gorgeous sunrise from his bedroom window. He finds himself looking right into a pair of prying, omnipotent eyes wholly unlike his, regarding him with the faintest traces of proud contentment.
"Oh, don't mind me." Kanzeon smirks, whispering so as to not awake the slumbering Goku, whom Sanzo is so adorably cuddled against. "Just admiring the fruits of victory. Not to mention the view."
Sanzo scowls, but wanting to wake Goku no more than Kanzeon does, he refrains from untangling himself to get up. "I'd strangle you if I wasn't--"
"Blissfully...occupied?" the goddess finishes, eyeing the way Sanzo's arms are coiled about the monkey's waist rather low.
Following her gaze, Sanzo has to fight quite firmly to quell his blush. "If you're here to say 'I told you so'..."
"Oh I am, because I did, but...I'm also here to ensure you don't screw things up after last night's confessions. It would be rather cowardly of you to back out now, you know?"
"My life is none of your business!" Sanzo seethes, raising his tone to an angry hiss.
Kanzeon pulls back to stand up straight--proud and tall. "YOUR life is not the only one involved." she huffs. "Besides, I'm only asking for an itsy bitsy favor." Slyly, she bends down again, and leans forward to whisper very softly beside Sanzo's ear. "Don't break the boy's heart."
Sanzo's face falls, and he pales slightly when she pulls away again to look him in the eye. He is slouched low against the wall, being held by Goku far more than he is holding in return, with his head on the monkey's shoulder instead of the other way around as one would expect.
Sleeping so soundly, Goku's chest rises evenly with each small breath, and though his golden eyes never fail to weaken Sanzo--something the stubborn monk would never admit to--even closed that sweet, young face melts any doubts he may have had left.
"I told him I would try." he breathes, tearing his eyes from the brunette's soft features to face his oh-so-clever attacker. "I gave him my word. And Genjo Sanzo...along with any other name one may give me...never goes back on his word."
A broad, almost motherly smile widens across Kanzeon's face. "Good luck then...Sanzo." she offers softly. "I wish you a safe journey west...and all the happiness in the world. So..." Her smile twitches into a lovely smirk. "...don't fuck up. Ne?" And with a wink, and all her characteristic glamours, she poofs away, leaving the two young men alone.
Almost instantly, Goku begins to stir, absently squeezing Sanzo more tightly against his side. "....mmm...Sanzo...did you say something...?" he murmurs, begrudgingly opening his large, golden eyes.
Not wanting to give up the quiet joy of having a sleeping Goku beside him, Sanzo grimaces. "Go back to sleep, baka."
Goku grumbles disgruntledly, rousing himself fully with the common discontentment of Sanzo's insults. "I'm not the only baka, you know?" he counters. "We're both going to be sore after sleeping like this. Anyway..." he breaks off to yawn, large and loud. "...mmm...we should probably get up before Hakkai and Gojyo--"
"Rise and shine, love birds!" calls the voice of that very redhead before Goku can finish, and in a flash, Gojyo is bursting through their bedroom door, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to start the day. He stops dead upon seeing the pair on the floor, but allows a naughty grin to replace his obvious shock. "Shit...don't tell me the bakazaru got more action last night than I did."
The only word of that sentence Goku catches is the one that never fails to ignite his temper--at least when Gojyo is the one to say it.
Leaping up from his once cuddly position--resulting in Sanzo thudding fully to the floor without something to lean against--Goku rushes over to his red-haired companion, fists raised.
"Don't call me bakazaru, you ero-kappa! Can't you knock like a normal person!?"
Not one to EVER back down from a fight, Gojyo looms over Goku threateningly. "Who're you calling an ero-kappa, you--" But is stripped of all his steam before erupting completely. His face loses its tan for a moment as he backs off, looking down at the young monkey curiously. "Hang on a sec...did...you just call me..." He trails off, succumbing to an immensely hopeful grin. "Saru? Is that the real you?"
Goku pales as well, but such coloring is easily replaced by the boy's uncontrollable blushing. "Uhhh...yes?"
"I'll be damned..." the kappa laughs, reaching out to hook Goku under his arm in a half-hug, slightly more reminiscent of a headlock. "Good to have you back, dork." he chuckles, ruffling the monkey's already sleep-tousled hair. Then, whispering discreetly. "...and way to go with Buddha-boy over there."
Blushing all the more, Goku struggles to get out of his friend's hold. "Gojyo..."
Ignoring the bonding of his friends, Sanzo gets to his feet and stretches, deciding he can punish Goku for his recklessness later. Besides, he could really use a smoke.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" calls the missing member of the group, peaking his lovely smile around the door frame with a chirping Hakuryuu perched on his shoulder. "Sanzo? Goku? Gojyo...?" Hakkai's eyes linger on the close proximity Gojyo has pulled Goku to against his side.
Overcome by--albeit unjustified--guilt, Gojyo releases Goku swiftly, shifting to punch the younger man lightly in the shoulder. "Heh. Don't be jealous, baby. Just welcoming back our resident monkey-boy, is all."
Hakkai's ever-present smile broadens. "Oh? You have your memories back then?"
Glaring only a little angrily at Gojyo for handling him so roughly, Goku smiles at Hakkai and nods. He then--discreetly--kicks Gojyo in the shins.
"Wonderful." Hakkai beams, followed by a gleeful 'kyuu' from Hakuryuu. "So...what brought this about?"
Goku opens his mouth to speak, but doesn't really know what to say. His eyes dart nervously to Sanzo, who is sitting on the bed with that much-needed cancer stick between his lips. "Ummm....well...ya see..."
Not even bothering to look at any of the others, Sanzo puffs out a long exhale of grey smoke, and speaks. "I told him I loved him." he offers nonchalantly, taking another drag the moment those words leave his mouth. His companions look back at him dumbfounded, but somehow, it doesn't seem to bother him. "If you want breakfast, get it now." he explains, rising from the bed and heading for the still open door. "We should be on the road within the hour." And striding fluidly past them, he is suddenly out the door, just as coolly as if this was any other morning.
"Okay...so...when was he abducted by aliens again?" Gojyo asks with a highly raised crimson eyebrow.
Goku can only stare at his master's retreating form in wonder. "Wow..." he breathes with a blush, so IN love, nothing else is really necessary.
With that same old smile--though holding much more genuine beauty than its numerous predecessors--Hakkai reaches up to stroke Hakuryuu gently on the head. "What did I tell you? I knew it was only a matter of time."
-----
Later, in the jeep...
"This is MY meatbun, you bottomless pit! Learn a little self-control, would ya?"
"Like you're one to talk, ero-kappa! Give it back!"
"Shove it, bakazaru! I don't want your grubby, little claws on MY food!"
"Oh yeah--?!"
"URUSAI!!" Bang! Thwap! Thwap!
I'm sure you can guess what happened.
"If either of you says one more word the rest of this trip, you're getting a bullet in the head! Think I'm not being serious? TRY ME! Now...sit down, shut up...and give Goku the damn bun."
Pouting in the back seat as he nurses an injured head from Sanzo's fan, Gojyo's eyes spring wide at this final command, instantly jolting him forward. "What?! Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Just because you're sleepin' with the kid--"
Bang!
"...I mean...in a committed and loving relationship...doesn't mean you have the right to give the monkey special treatment."
Sanzo somehow grows taller--up on his knees on his seat, facing the two dimwits in the back--and fingers the trigger of his gun menacingly. "Who said anything about special treatment? I just don't want him whining about being hungry two minutes into the trip."
"He'll do that anyway!"
"Umm...minna...?" Hakkai begins gently, forever the mediator. "Have you considered splitting the bun?"
Gojyo and Sanzo simultaneously turn. "Shut up!"
Hakkai merely laughs, easily continuing along the road as his friends continue their argument.
"Just give him the bun, Gojyo." Sanzo says in a warning tone. "Or...I'll slice off that precious hair of yours and feed it to him as replacement."
Opening his mouth to protest, Gojyo instantly closes it again, crumbling under that horrible threat. "Hn..." he huffs, bitterly tossing the meatbun into Goku's lap. "Wasn't hungry anyway."
Goku positively beams, holding up the bun as if it holds the key to immortality. "Arigato, Sanzo!!" he cries happily, before ravenously sinking his teeth into the prize.
Sanzo says nothing in reply, but fights down a smile that longs so dearly to seep into his expression as he turn back around to sit properly in his seat once more.
While Sanzo sits silent, Goku sits munching, and Gojyo sits with his arms indignantly crossed over his chest, Hakkai peers into the rearview mirror until at last catching the cheated redhead's attention. Obediently, Gojyo leans forward, bringing his face daringly close to his friend's.
Hakkai relishes in that closeness, and with one hand--the other remaining on the steering wheel--he reaches up to twine his fingers through Gojyo's lovely locks. "I'd never allow such a thing, you know?" he whispers, never once taking his eyes off the road. "To defile such beauty would be a grievous sin."
Gojyo smirks, the bun long forgotten, and pecks Hakkai chastely on the cheek. "I'll never chop it again."
A few blissfully silent minutes pass as the group travels--Sanzo feigning sleep, Hakkai driving, Gojyo daydreaming naughty scenarios, and Goku finishing off his cherished snack.
'Arigato...Kanzeon.' thinks the monkey contentedly, licking his fingers of the last few traces of crumbs. 'I couldn't have done all this without you.'
'My pleasure, Goku precious.' answers the goddess' voice into his mind. 'You owe me one, though. Somewhere down the line.'
'I know. And...I'm only gonna ask this...not 'cause I need it, or anything...but...well...are the others ever going to get their old memories back?'
'Eventually. But...we'll save that for another adventure.'
Leaning back in utter bliss for a moment, Goku takes in all the wonders of the past few days. So many impossibilities and fulfilled dreams. So much pain. But with so much joy and sheer beauty in the expanse of love, all that pain was more than worth it.
Leaning forward, Goku peeks around Sanzo's seat at the monk's peaceful expression as he seemingly sleeps, and with a large smile that spreads all the way to his golden eyes, he places a soft kiss to the blonde's temple, and whispers something that magically brings a minuscule smile to the 'slumbering' monk's face.
Remember, boys and girls, not even the impossible is ever truly impossible. Especially when love is involved. Sweet dreams...
owari
A/N: So sorry for taking so long, but once xmas break started, I went from family, to friends, to being sick for a week, to working, to...all of it at the same time and then some. Anyway, it's finally finished, and I think I am rather pleased with how it turned out. Hope you are too, and I REALLY hope you will all REVIEW and tell me so (constructive critisism is also welcome). Thanks a bunch, minna. Love you all, and...see ya next ficcie!
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