Date finished: 20 August 2004
Title: Yours Am I?
Series: Saiyuki
Category: Humor
Pairing: 838
Status: 4/?
Warning: PG-13 for the shounen-ai, language and other themes used here.
Standard disclaimers apply.
A/N #1: To Sariyuki, who quite often asked about the progress of this fic—and for being the wonderful friend that she is.
'—denotes thoughts—' /—denotes emphasis—/
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"Yours Am I?"
by Fall
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Part Four - "Two down, how many more to go?"
For a recap, we must all remember that Gojyo is currently unable to do anything useful. The pretty young lady, who apparently acted out of the orders of some mysterious male person, had drugged him senseless. But he is alive, I can assure everyone, and very safe because the mysterious male person /did not/ have any carnal interest in him whatsoever.
Meanwhile, Goku was found sitting alone in Sanzo and Hakkai's room.
"Bah, all this waiting is making me hungry!" He whined. "There must be food in here somewhere…" His eyes fell on the two bags on top of the table. Happy with the thought of finding food in those bags, he jumped off the bed and proceeded to rummage through Hakkai's things. He thought that as it was Hakkai who did the cooking and shopping for them, he must also be the one who kept their food supplies somewhere.
Without warning, someone struck him from behind.
"That hurt!" Goku cried out, scurrying out of Sanzo's reach. The monk's harisen was poised to strike for a second time, and Goku was sure that he would rather be skinned alive than to face the wrath of that hateful object for the second time in a row. For now, that is.
"/How/ many times have I told you to /never/ touch my belongings?" Sanzo demanded.
"I don't know—I didn't count okay," Goku replied sheepishly. "But Sanzo, why don't you want me to touch your stuff? Are you hiding something in there?"
"Get out!" Sanzo suddenly snapped, kicking Goku out of the room. He was about to slam the door in Goku's face, but the boy placed a foot to prevent it from closing on him.
"What are you hiding Sanzo? You can tell me, I won't say a thing, /promise/!" Goku persisted, trying to squeeze in through the half-closed door.
"Remove your foot this instant!" Sanzo ordered.
"Ne, Sanzo, do you have anything to hide from us?"
"Do you really want to die right now?"
Goku's eyes sparkled. "Eyaaaa! You /are/ hiding something!"
"Teme! I'm /not/ hiding anything!"
"C'mon Sanzo, you can tell me!" Goku pressed, struggling to keep the door open. "Is your secret something to do with Hakkai?"
The monk furrowed his brows, brought down the feared fan on Goku's head, and pushed the door closed. "Get out and get lost!" He shouted, shutting the door firmly. He could hear the muffled sound of Goku's indignant shouting at the other end.
"Fine! I think I have an idea what you're hiding!" Goku shouted in a huff. He was annoyed with having been shut out as if he was not old enough to understand. In his view, he was old enough to understand /everything/. Why, Sanzo had no idea that Goku was doing everything he can to get him and Hakkai some quality time together!
"This is so unfair!" He muttered to himself. But curiosity won over resentment, and so Goku did not notice where he was going as he tried to think of ways to discover what it was that Sanzo was hiding.
He had gone a long way from the inn they were staying at, when Goku stopped in his tracks. He smiled as he ran toward someone who resembled Hakkai, standing in front of some building.
"Hakkai! Hakkai!"
Sanzo was not about to tell Goku what he had in his possession. Not that bakazaru, not the hentai kappa, and certainly not Hakkai. Of course he could never tell Hakkai—for now, that is. The converted youkai would only convince him to throw it away.
He walked over to his belongings and started rummaging in it. After several minutes of searching, he pursed his lips together and dumped everything on the bed.
'Where is that damn thing?' Sanzo thought, casting away anything unrelated to the one he was looking for. 'I know I placed it here. It /has/ to be here.' He went through them again and again, but still there was no trace of the item in question. Frustrated, Sanzo sat down on the bed and lighted up a stick. He considered every reason why he could not find his package.
"It's supposed to be here. I know I placed it here."
He sat quietly for a moment, trying to remember anything that would help him find the thing he was looking for. His mind went back to the scene where he had caught Goku rummaging through the bags. "Goku." Sanzo gritted through his teeth.
"Fine! I think I've an idea what you're hiding!" Goku had shouted earlier.
Amethyst eyes first went wide, and then it narrowed down into slits. "That bakazaru!" Sanzo snarled, crushing down his half-consumed stick on the ashtray. No one should get in his way. Not the hentai kappa. Not Hakkai. Not even the bakazaru.
Somewhere in the busy streets of the village, Hakkai stood in front of a small unremarkable building, watching the people who went in and out of it. He tilted his head to one side and tapped a finger to his chin, frowning as he tried to make a decision about something.
"Hakkai! Hakkai! Hakkai!" A familiar voice snapped him back to reality.
"Oh, hi Goku," Hakkai blinked, his customary smile back in a flash. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be staying at the inn at this time?"
"Sanzo kicked—I mean, I was getting hungry and I wanted to get something to eat!" Goku replied, catching himself in time. Hakkai did not need to know what had happened earlier. His friend would only worry about the effects of Sanzo's outburst on him.
This apprehension on Goku's part did not escape Hakkai's sharp eyes, but he pretended he did not notice anyway. It was clear that Sanzo had kicked Goku out of their room, but the latter did not want him to know for some reason. Hakkai bit back a sigh. Sanzo can be quite… insensitive.
"Goku, remember that stand at the market that sold tasty meat buns and fried noodles? Let's eat—I was about to go there in the first place before you found me."
As expected, golden eyes went wide at the mention of food. "Really, Hakkai?"
"Of course." Hakkai nodded, and he held out a hand to Goku. "Let's go then."
But Goku suddenly gave a jump and bit his lips. He looked as if he had just remembered something. "Oh! Hakkai? I have this err, thing, that I forgot to do somewhere. Just go back to the inn and don't wait for me. See you!" He waved at his friend cheerily and ran away.
"That's odd…" Hakkai mused. His eyes followed the boy until he was out of sight. Then he turned and faced the building once again.
"I wonder if this will do…"
Somewhere in the same village, Sanzo-sama was found stalking out of a building, looking as if he expected the whole world to bow down to his greatness.
He never had any doubts about his skills anyway. He thought about the thing that he had accomplished today, and smirked. 'At least that idiot's taken care of. He wouldn't know what hit him.'
Sanzo walked back to the inn. Hakkai should be back by then, and Sanzo wanted to have some time together with him, just the two of them, for once.
Goku walked past the market without noticing. He was deeply in thought as he walked and walked, until he had gone around the whole village.
'Hmm… Hakkai almost found me out!' He muttered, stopping in front of a small building. He sighed and sat on his heels. 'But I can't tell him that Sanzo kicked me out because then he would talk to Sanzo about it, and it will surely ruin their mood!'
'What they need is some perfect place where no one can interrupt them, where they wouldn't have to mind anything and anyone for a couple of hours…'
A delicious smell wafted through the air toward him, and his nose twitched and followed the source. It seemed to be coming from inside the building in front of him, which had its door open for a little bit… A sign taped on it said that it was a restaurant.
Goku wasted no time in thinking and happily went in through the door. Someone suddenly greeted him behind the counter.
"Hello sir! Welcome! Sit down and make yourself comfortable! Your meal is waiting."
"What? I mean, really?"
"This restaurant offers free meals for lucky traveling customers like you! All you can eat for free!"
"Really?" Goku repeated, his eyes sparkling as dozens and dozens of different courses were laid out in front of him. He did not know where to start, but soon he had eaten everything that was placed on his table.
'I'm soooooo lucky! Hah! Too bad Gojyo isn't here!'
He turned to look at his plates, smirking as he rubbed his hands together, expecting more food to be served for him. He frowned after a few minutes of waiting to be served, and he wondered if the cook had run out of supplies and had gone out to restock, or something like that. After all, Goku was the only customer at that time. He shrugged and made to grab a glass of water, when he suddenly felt dizzy and crashed down from the chair.
"Oh no…" Goku groaned, struggling to keep conscious. His mind taunted him for his stupidity. He should have been suspicious of this place after noticing that he was the only customer for the past couple of hours. And that handwritten sign taped to the door! No real restaurant would do that!
His blurred gaze drifted on to the man behind the counter, and to the other man…
Wait—there was no other man before. How come he did not notice him before? When did he come?
"Two down, one more to go."
And that was the last thing Goku heard before he became unconscious.
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To be continued…
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A/N #2: My original plan for this fic was to have it end at part four… but the plot kept on growing crazier and longer, so now there might be one or two more chapters before this fic ends ..
A/N #3: Before anyone points this out to me, I know I repeated several phrases in the same paragraph. It's just the result of my hopeless silly sense of humor XD
A/N #4: And now I can answer that question someone asked me regarding Part 3: No, the pretty young lady is /not/ Sanzo in a wig.
A/N #5: In case you are wondering, this fanfic's category /is/ humor.
Review comments and constructive criticisms are welcome.