Author's Note: Sorry this took me so long to update!! ^_^ Finally, here are the next chapters that I've written.
To Hiei's_Koibito:
1. I'm sorry. I went through the chapters twice and couldn't find what scene you were talking about! ^^;; Gomen!!
2. Molested. He beat the sh*t out of the guy before it could go farther than that, *grin*
3. Hai hai, the Akari character is important in the story, as is the turf-war threat. ^_^ It's just not a factor at the moment.
Until the End of Time
Chapter 7
Sanzo unlocked the door to his apartment, then opened the door wide. He watched as Goku slowly made his way inside, his head twisting around to take in the sparse interior. "I'm not surprised," Goku commented, throwing a grin over his shoulder at the taller man. "Clean and uncluttered. Not anything like my own room."
Sanzo nodded. He could imagine Goku's room to look like a torniado had gone through it. "Do you want beer?" he questioned, making his way to the small kitchen.
Unwilling to let the evening end after supper, Sanzo had invited Goku to his apartment for drinks. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed the company of another. Although Goku didn't seem to ever stop talking, Sanzo had always been the type that preffered listening. He was careful to keep his interest from showing, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to part company with the student.
"Beer is good," Goku replied, heading toward the couch. Sanzo grimaced when he picked up the book on the coffee table. He hadn't wanted anyone to know of his secret passion for poetry. That particular book was filled with romantic poems that he'd bought just last week.
"And in your eyes, I see the future," Goku read out loud, having opened the book to a random page.
Sanzo called out then threw a beer at him before making his way to the other's side. "It's for a school assignment," he said.
Goku smiled, his eyes shimmering. "We aren't learning poetry," he pointed out.
"Shut up," Sanzo growled, snatching the book.
"My favorite one is on page sixty two," Goku suddenly announced.
Sanzo paused, staring at the other. He hadn't thought that Goku enjoyed poetry, or that he might of read the same book.
Golden eyes shifted away, looking almost sad.
"Like steel flints,
your eyes watch me
Stripping away the layers
Until my soul is bared
Something within you
is kept away from me
But I enjure the pain and scrapes
because I know your love
Your are ice and fire to my touch
I do not know
what the difference could be
So press your lips against mine
And show me"
Sanzo opened to the appropriate page as Goku spoke, his eyes tracing over the words printed there. Something flickered in the back of his mind, but it was gone before he could figure out what it was.
"Isn't it wonderful. The ultimate love, I think," Goku commented.
"This book has poetry from over five hundred years ago. What would you know about how the person felt?" Sanzo asked.
Goku smiled softly, a strange expression in his eyes. "I can't really explain. I just feel like I knew him," he replied.
Throwing the book down on the table, and trying to ignore the unsettled feeling in his mind, Sanzo opened his beer and gulped half of it back immediately. He fell down onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
Goku sat next to him, so that their thighs were brushing lightly. "Did I say something to upset you?" the youth asked.
Sanzo shifted his gaze over to the other. "No," he replied shortly.
There was a long moment of silence between them as each sipped their drink. It was probably an uncomfortable silence, but Sanzo couldn't think of anything to talk about. Really, he preffered the quiet. It just seemed unusual, when his company was someone who hadn't stopped talking all night until this moment.
"Do you ever have strange dreams?"
The question jerked Sanzo into a sitting position. He felt something run through his body, making him tremble. Quickly, he turned and studied Goku's face. The youth looked surprised, perhaps even a little guilty, but mostly hopeful.
Grabbing Goku's shoulder, Sanzo shook him a little. "How do you know about that?" he demanded.
To Hiei's_Koibito:
1. I'm sorry. I went through the chapters twice and couldn't find what scene you were talking about! ^^;; Gomen!!
2. Molested. He beat the sh*t out of the guy before it could go farther than that, *grin*
3. Hai hai, the Akari character is important in the story, as is the turf-war threat. ^_^ It's just not a factor at the moment.
Until the End of Time
Chapter 7
Sanzo unlocked the door to his apartment, then opened the door wide. He watched as Goku slowly made his way inside, his head twisting around to take in the sparse interior. "I'm not surprised," Goku commented, throwing a grin over his shoulder at the taller man. "Clean and uncluttered. Not anything like my own room."
Sanzo nodded. He could imagine Goku's room to look like a torniado had gone through it. "Do you want beer?" he questioned, making his way to the small kitchen.
Unwilling to let the evening end after supper, Sanzo had invited Goku to his apartment for drinks. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed the company of another. Although Goku didn't seem to ever stop talking, Sanzo had always been the type that preffered listening. He was careful to keep his interest from showing, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to part company with the student.
"Beer is good," Goku replied, heading toward the couch. Sanzo grimaced when he picked up the book on the coffee table. He hadn't wanted anyone to know of his secret passion for poetry. That particular book was filled with romantic poems that he'd bought just last week.
"And in your eyes, I see the future," Goku read out loud, having opened the book to a random page.
Sanzo called out then threw a beer at him before making his way to the other's side. "It's for a school assignment," he said.
Goku smiled, his eyes shimmering. "We aren't learning poetry," he pointed out.
"Shut up," Sanzo growled, snatching the book.
"My favorite one is on page sixty two," Goku suddenly announced.
Sanzo paused, staring at the other. He hadn't thought that Goku enjoyed poetry, or that he might of read the same book.
Golden eyes shifted away, looking almost sad.
"Like steel flints,
your eyes watch me
Stripping away the layers
Until my soul is bared
Something within you
is kept away from me
But I enjure the pain and scrapes
because I know your love
Your are ice and fire to my touch
I do not know
what the difference could be
So press your lips against mine
And show me"
Sanzo opened to the appropriate page as Goku spoke, his eyes tracing over the words printed there. Something flickered in the back of his mind, but it was gone before he could figure out what it was.
"Isn't it wonderful. The ultimate love, I think," Goku commented.
"This book has poetry from over five hundred years ago. What would you know about how the person felt?" Sanzo asked.
Goku smiled softly, a strange expression in his eyes. "I can't really explain. I just feel like I knew him," he replied.
Throwing the book down on the table, and trying to ignore the unsettled feeling in his mind, Sanzo opened his beer and gulped half of it back immediately. He fell down onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
Goku sat next to him, so that their thighs were brushing lightly. "Did I say something to upset you?" the youth asked.
Sanzo shifted his gaze over to the other. "No," he replied shortly.
There was a long moment of silence between them as each sipped their drink. It was probably an uncomfortable silence, but Sanzo couldn't think of anything to talk about. Really, he preffered the quiet. It just seemed unusual, when his company was someone who hadn't stopped talking all night until this moment.
"Do you ever have strange dreams?"
The question jerked Sanzo into a sitting position. He felt something run through his body, making him tremble. Quickly, he turned and studied Goku's face. The youth looked surprised, perhaps even a little guilty, but mostly hopeful.
Grabbing Goku's shoulder, Sanzo shook him a little. "How do you know about that?" he demanded.