"Touch the Sun"
by Goose
Disclaimer: I know this will shock you, but I don't really own Goku and Sanzo.
Summary: Goku wants to touch the sun and Sanzo doesn't really want to read. Only shounen-ai if you want it to be.
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Goku stretched his arms toward the sky, flexing his fingers as though grabbing at something. He glanced at Sanzo, who was reclining against the temple wall, gently fanning himself and pretending to read.
One of the monks had written a passionate sermon on achieving enlightenment through ritual meditation that he hoped to present to several small villages nearby, and he had asked Sanzo to look over the work. It was the dullest thing Sanzo had ever read, and he was trying to be fair.
"Hey, Sanzo," the youkai said, "Do you think I could touch the sun?"
Sanzo peered over his reading glasses, feigning annoyance. The afternoon was far too pleasant for true agitation.
"Don't be an idiot," he scoffed.
"Sanzo, I'm serious." Goku leaned forward, trying to extend his reach. "I want to touch the sun!"
"Not without a drastic growth spurt," Sanzo replied and turned his attention back to the manuscript.
Goku's arms fell heavily into his lap and he let out a low whine as he slumped to the ground.
"Don't tease," Goku pouted.
Sanzo tried to ignore the distraction, but in truth spending time with Goku was less arduous than reading the drivel in his hand. He placed the parchment on the ground, smoothing the tiny wrinkles out with his palms.
"Goku," he said. "Come here. I'm going to teach you something."
Goku obediently squirmed over on his belly and propped himself up on his elbows to watch.
"Fold where I tell you," Sanzo commanded, guiding his temporary disciple's hands with his own. Goku was uncharacteristically patient, certain that anything Sanzo was willingly showing him must be amazing. When they were finished, Sanzo gently held their product up for Goku to admire.
"Wow," Goku breathed. "What is it?"
"It's a paper airplane." Sanzo allowed himself a tiny smirk of pride. "I'm very good at them. You may fly it, if you want, but you'll probably ruin it."
Goku gingerly took the airplane in his own hands as he pondered what to do with it.
"Can it really fly?" he asked. He smiled and his eyes lit up with inspiration. "Could it reach the sun for me?"
Sanzo shrugged and leaned against the wall again, watching the monkey out of the corner of his eye. Goku assumed a look of what he hoped was intense concentration, eyes narrowed and tongue poking out, and let the airplane fly.
The paper glided two feet before crashing in a spectacular nosedive.
Sanzo's shoulder's shook with silent laughter at Goku's despondent expression.
"I'm never going to reach the sun," he moaned. "Maybe from the top of that tree..."
"Goku," Sanzo interrupted, "why do you want to touch the sun so badly anyway?"
The boy looked confused, as if the idea of needing a reason for things had never occurred to him at all. "Because I like it," he said. "Because it's there."
Sanzo shook his head at Goku's foolishness. "Forget it," he advised. "It's a stupid idea. You'll never reach it. Even if you could, it's too hot. You'd burn your fingers."
Goku frowned in thought.
"Well, then," he proclaimed, "I'll have to settle for the closest thing." With that, Goku lunged forward and buried his greedy fingers in Sanzo's golden hair. Sanzo growled and slapped the boy with his fan.
"Careful," Sanzo warned as Goku rubbed his sore face. "I burn, too."
Sanzo closed his eyes and enjoyed the quiet that came after a reprimand. It was several minutes before his peace was interrupted again.
"Hey, Sanzo, what about the moon?"
Disclaimer: I know this will shock you, but I don't really own Goku and Sanzo.
Summary: Goku wants to touch the sun and Sanzo doesn't really want to read. Only shounen-ai if you want it to be.
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Goku stretched his arms toward the sky, flexing his fingers as though grabbing at something. He glanced at Sanzo, who was reclining against the temple wall, gently fanning himself and pretending to read.
One of the monks had written a passionate sermon on achieving enlightenment through ritual meditation that he hoped to present to several small villages nearby, and he had asked Sanzo to look over the work. It was the dullest thing Sanzo had ever read, and he was trying to be fair.
"Hey, Sanzo," the youkai said, "Do you think I could touch the sun?"
Sanzo peered over his reading glasses, feigning annoyance. The afternoon was far too pleasant for true agitation.
"Don't be an idiot," he scoffed.
"Sanzo, I'm serious." Goku leaned forward, trying to extend his reach. "I want to touch the sun!"
"Not without a drastic growth spurt," Sanzo replied and turned his attention back to the manuscript.
Goku's arms fell heavily into his lap and he let out a low whine as he slumped to the ground.
"Don't tease," Goku pouted.
Sanzo tried to ignore the distraction, but in truth spending time with Goku was less arduous than reading the drivel in his hand. He placed the parchment on the ground, smoothing the tiny wrinkles out with his palms.
"Goku," he said. "Come here. I'm going to teach you something."
Goku obediently squirmed over on his belly and propped himself up on his elbows to watch.
"Fold where I tell you," Sanzo commanded, guiding his temporary disciple's hands with his own. Goku was uncharacteristically patient, certain that anything Sanzo was willingly showing him must be amazing. When they were finished, Sanzo gently held their product up for Goku to admire.
"Wow," Goku breathed. "What is it?"
"It's a paper airplane." Sanzo allowed himself a tiny smirk of pride. "I'm very good at them. You may fly it, if you want, but you'll probably ruin it."
Goku gingerly took the airplane in his own hands as he pondered what to do with it.
"Can it really fly?" he asked. He smiled and his eyes lit up with inspiration. "Could it reach the sun for me?"
Sanzo shrugged and leaned against the wall again, watching the monkey out of the corner of his eye. Goku assumed a look of what he hoped was intense concentration, eyes narrowed and tongue poking out, and let the airplane fly.
The paper glided two feet before crashing in a spectacular nosedive.
Sanzo's shoulder's shook with silent laughter at Goku's despondent expression.
"I'm never going to reach the sun," he moaned. "Maybe from the top of that tree..."
"Goku," Sanzo interrupted, "why do you want to touch the sun so badly anyway?"
The boy looked confused, as if the idea of needing a reason for things had never occurred to him at all. "Because I like it," he said. "Because it's there."
Sanzo shook his head at Goku's foolishness. "Forget it," he advised. "It's a stupid idea. You'll never reach it. Even if you could, it's too hot. You'd burn your fingers."
Goku frowned in thought.
"Well, then," he proclaimed, "I'll have to settle for the closest thing." With that, Goku lunged forward and buried his greedy fingers in Sanzo's golden hair. Sanzo growled and slapped the boy with his fan.
"Careful," Sanzo warned as Goku rubbed his sore face. "I burn, too."
Sanzo closed his eyes and enjoyed the quiet that came after a reprimand. It was several minutes before his peace was interrupted again.
"Hey, Sanzo, what about the moon?"