Dirty Mind, Dirty Life
This is for Shelley. :3
Night came in heavy for the blonde monk desperately trying to find sleep. Yet every time his eyes closed to the room the same images came to mind; him and another. Usually such dramatizations could be pushed aside and ignored but he found it impossible to do so with the constant reminder that being in an unchanging group provided. He tried rolling onto his back, only to find the vision returning. He could imagine the hair, it always looked so inviting, perfect for fingers to run through—
Sanzo's eyes flew open, the picture disappearing immediately. Yet even now he could imagine the small frame that could shock anyone with it's unprecedented strength and will and the naive eyes which would surely widen with shock had he been given access to Sanzo's mind.
A man can only take so much until he breaks. It was the last few moments, the past months, endless days on the road that finally brought Sanzo to his knees. He rose from the bed, creeping by the slumbering Goku and out the door. He passed the room which was occupied by Hakkai and Gojyo and slipped down the stairs of the inn where he left the unguarded door.
He spotted their handy vehicle parked outside, and due to an uncharacteristic rise in Hakkai's voice earlier that day, the jeep chose to be outside, regardless of the inn's non-tolerance for pets. He slid against the cool metal, enjoying the solace it was able to provide his often troubled soul. The other three never thought of the monk as a sensitive and troubled person, but more than anything he wanted to profess his emotions and feelings to any who'd be willing to listen. However, he found that the only one able to provide this accepting ear was... Hakyruu. With the moonlight shining down on the pair he suddenly found himself overwhelmed with the need to spill the truth; no one deserved to be denied of that.
"Hakyruu, my dearest Jeep. How I long to call you my beloved and claim you as my own. Nay, I know it is selfish, but do not speak just yet. Please, I implore you, allow me to finish my confession. All this time, for all of this long, cruel journey I have fancied you. But fancy would only describe the tip of my ice burg of emotions." He took a shaky breath before continuing, wishing he had brought his cigarettes outside with him. "I... think I love you, Hakyruu. But, what is it that I'm so afraid of? I believe I'm just unsure of this love I feel for you, because even if it should be unrequited, there will never be a cure." He stopped and looked at the machine, both violet eyes catching and holding the floor, his face burning with the shame he felt.
It was a soft chirping that brought his eyes level again. As he raised his chin he felt a soft muzzle graze his cheek before a weight settled on his arm. Though he could not understand the creature their hearts spoke to each other. It was then that Sanzo crept back up to his room with Hakyruu perched upon his arm, crooning quietly. And thankfully no one asked any questions when Sanzo climbed into the driver's seat that next morning.
The End
This is for Shelley. :3
Night came in heavy for the blonde monk desperately trying to find sleep. Yet every time his eyes closed to the room the same images came to mind; him and another. Usually such dramatizations could be pushed aside and ignored but he found it impossible to do so with the constant reminder that being in an unchanging group provided. He tried rolling onto his back, only to find the vision returning. He could imagine the hair, it always looked so inviting, perfect for fingers to run through—
Sanzo's eyes flew open, the picture disappearing immediately. Yet even now he could imagine the small frame that could shock anyone with it's unprecedented strength and will and the naive eyes which would surely widen with shock had he been given access to Sanzo's mind.
A man can only take so much until he breaks. It was the last few moments, the past months, endless days on the road that finally brought Sanzo to his knees. He rose from the bed, creeping by the slumbering Goku and out the door. He passed the room which was occupied by Hakkai and Gojyo and slipped down the stairs of the inn where he left the unguarded door.
He spotted their handy vehicle parked outside, and due to an uncharacteristic rise in Hakkai's voice earlier that day, the jeep chose to be outside, regardless of the inn's non-tolerance for pets. He slid against the cool metal, enjoying the solace it was able to provide his often troubled soul. The other three never thought of the monk as a sensitive and troubled person, but more than anything he wanted to profess his emotions and feelings to any who'd be willing to listen. However, he found that the only one able to provide this accepting ear was... Hakyruu. With the moonlight shining down on the pair he suddenly found himself overwhelmed with the need to spill the truth; no one deserved to be denied of that.
"Hakyruu, my dearest Jeep. How I long to call you my beloved and claim you as my own. Nay, I know it is selfish, but do not speak just yet. Please, I implore you, allow me to finish my confession. All this time, for all of this long, cruel journey I have fancied you. But fancy would only describe the tip of my ice burg of emotions." He took a shaky breath before continuing, wishing he had brought his cigarettes outside with him. "I... think I love you, Hakyruu. But, what is it that I'm so afraid of? I believe I'm just unsure of this love I feel for you, because even if it should be unrequited, there will never be a cure." He stopped and looked at the machine, both violet eyes catching and holding the floor, his face burning with the shame he felt.
It was a soft chirping that brought his eyes level again. As he raised his chin he felt a soft muzzle graze his cheek before a weight settled on his arm. Though he could not understand the creature their hearts spoke to each other. It was then that Sanzo crept back up to his room with Hakyruu perched upon his arm, crooning quietly. And thankfully no one asked any questions when Sanzo climbed into the driver's seat that next morning.
The End