Until the End of Time
Chapter 9
Sanzo rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. The red numbers of his digital clock peirced a sharp 2:34 AM. Not long after their conversation, he'd retrieved some extra pillows and a thin blanket and had left Goku to settle himself onto the couch. Although Sanzo had gone to his own bed only moments afterward, he'd been unable to get even a moment of sleep.
He was worried, he finally admitted to himself. More worried than he should be over a student, no matter how attractive he was. The kid was living on the streets, was part of a netorious street gang. Sanzo knew the rumors of Sha Gojyo, he'd recruited half of Sanzo students into his group. He controlled almost half of the district.
But there were fights. Many fights, violent fights. Fights that Sanzo had to force himself to admit that he didn't want Goku to have any part in. He was just a kid and, despite the age in his eyes, was young and innocent. Yes, he had shrugged off the danger in their conversations as though it were nothing, but that's what any guy would do when you question them about their saftey. He did have muscle, and probably was a good fighter, but muscle was nothing when face to face with a knife or gun.
Yet, what could he do but what he had done? If he didn't let Goku stay here, he would have to return to Sha Gojyo. That, at least, would be far safer than being alone on the street, but not by much. The protective instinct that had sprouted out of seemingly nowhere had forced Sanzo to take some kind of action. Truthfully, this was all he could of done.
There was something else as well, Sanzo told himself. Something that Goku had said that had made, what he thought was an ice heart, lurch with feeling. He didn't want to be alone. There was something about those words that had spiraled sadness through him, had made his breath stop for a bare moment. And in that second, for the first time, Sanzo realized how alone he was as well. Realized how much he didn't want to be, how much he wanted someone there. Speaking or not, touching or not, just to have someone THERE.
His fist clenching, Sanzo slammed it down onto the matress beside him. What the hell was going on? It was like he didn't know himself any longer, as though his entire life had twisted around. He'd been happy being a cold bastard, happy with being alone so that no one could bother him. He'd been happy when the dreams were just dreams, a strange fantasy world with warm eyes that weren't supposed to exist!
Then this kid had appeared out of nowhere. And Sanzo was forced to realize that he wasn't contented with his life. In fact, he was the complete opposite. The fact that he'd actually gone on a date with Goku was evidence enough, never mind the fact that the kid was presently sleeping in his living room.
With a weary shake of his head, Sanzo got to his feet and walked over to his door, slipping it open and leaning against the jam. Goku was sound asleep, snoring rather noisily, his body spralwed half off of the ratty couch, his pillows gone and his blanket mostly on the floor. He'd taken off his shirt, and his bronze skin seemed to shine in the moonlight. Long chestnut hair, always slightly wild, fell down across his shoulders and chest.
A glimmer of gold caught his eye, and Sanzo frowned, his brow furrowing. He moved closer, taking in the bottom edge of some kind of headband that was mostly hidden by the long strands of hair. Leaning forward, Sanzo lightly brushed the hair out of the way and his confusion rose. A headband made with gold, clamped tightly around Goku's forehead. There were many cracks along the edges, as though it had been broken several times then pasted back together.
Obviously, Goku used his hairstyle to keep it completely hidden from view. As for the reason why, Sanzo couldn't even begin to fathom. It, like many things about the youth, held him captivated. He touched his finger tips to it and a strange surge of energy ran through his hand, down his spine, leaving a warm tingle behind it.
Sanzo knew it was something important, something powerful. He didn't understand, yet his mind was certain of it. His breath was coming in shudders as he felt something inside of him slip. A clear image appeared, one of Goku... yet not Goku. It was his body, his long hair and golden eyes. But the eyes were slitted, they held a malice like that of which Sanzo had never seen before. His clothing was strange, shawls and robes, a gleaming crimson staff clenched in his clawed hands. A sensation crashed into Sanzo, his breath leaving him, fear, respect, arrousal.
Jerking his hand away, Sanzo placed it tightly against his forehead. The image did not disappear. He'd seen this person before, he knew it! But nothing was making sense. How....
Spinning on his heel, Sanzo nearly stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the refridgerator and gulping it back quickly. He was unsettled in a way that he'd never been before, as though the entire world was twisting and he was loosing his footing on the ground that had always held him up before.
Who was this person? Just who the hell was Son Goku?!
To be Continued
Chapter 9
Sanzo rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. The red numbers of his digital clock peirced a sharp 2:34 AM. Not long after their conversation, he'd retrieved some extra pillows and a thin blanket and had left Goku to settle himself onto the couch. Although Sanzo had gone to his own bed only moments afterward, he'd been unable to get even a moment of sleep.
He was worried, he finally admitted to himself. More worried than he should be over a student, no matter how attractive he was. The kid was living on the streets, was part of a netorious street gang. Sanzo knew the rumors of Sha Gojyo, he'd recruited half of Sanzo students into his group. He controlled almost half of the district.
But there were fights. Many fights, violent fights. Fights that Sanzo had to force himself to admit that he didn't want Goku to have any part in. He was just a kid and, despite the age in his eyes, was young and innocent. Yes, he had shrugged off the danger in their conversations as though it were nothing, but that's what any guy would do when you question them about their saftey. He did have muscle, and probably was a good fighter, but muscle was nothing when face to face with a knife or gun.
Yet, what could he do but what he had done? If he didn't let Goku stay here, he would have to return to Sha Gojyo. That, at least, would be far safer than being alone on the street, but not by much. The protective instinct that had sprouted out of seemingly nowhere had forced Sanzo to take some kind of action. Truthfully, this was all he could of done.
There was something else as well, Sanzo told himself. Something that Goku had said that had made, what he thought was an ice heart, lurch with feeling. He didn't want to be alone. There was something about those words that had spiraled sadness through him, had made his breath stop for a bare moment. And in that second, for the first time, Sanzo realized how alone he was as well. Realized how much he didn't want to be, how much he wanted someone there. Speaking or not, touching or not, just to have someone THERE.
His fist clenching, Sanzo slammed it down onto the matress beside him. What the hell was going on? It was like he didn't know himself any longer, as though his entire life had twisted around. He'd been happy being a cold bastard, happy with being alone so that no one could bother him. He'd been happy when the dreams were just dreams, a strange fantasy world with warm eyes that weren't supposed to exist!
Then this kid had appeared out of nowhere. And Sanzo was forced to realize that he wasn't contented with his life. In fact, he was the complete opposite. The fact that he'd actually gone on a date with Goku was evidence enough, never mind the fact that the kid was presently sleeping in his living room.
With a weary shake of his head, Sanzo got to his feet and walked over to his door, slipping it open and leaning against the jam. Goku was sound asleep, snoring rather noisily, his body spralwed half off of the ratty couch, his pillows gone and his blanket mostly on the floor. He'd taken off his shirt, and his bronze skin seemed to shine in the moonlight. Long chestnut hair, always slightly wild, fell down across his shoulders and chest.
A glimmer of gold caught his eye, and Sanzo frowned, his brow furrowing. He moved closer, taking in the bottom edge of some kind of headband that was mostly hidden by the long strands of hair. Leaning forward, Sanzo lightly brushed the hair out of the way and his confusion rose. A headband made with gold, clamped tightly around Goku's forehead. There were many cracks along the edges, as though it had been broken several times then pasted back together.
Obviously, Goku used his hairstyle to keep it completely hidden from view. As for the reason why, Sanzo couldn't even begin to fathom. It, like many things about the youth, held him captivated. He touched his finger tips to it and a strange surge of energy ran through his hand, down his spine, leaving a warm tingle behind it.
Sanzo knew it was something important, something powerful. He didn't understand, yet his mind was certain of it. His breath was coming in shudders as he felt something inside of him slip. A clear image appeared, one of Goku... yet not Goku. It was his body, his long hair and golden eyes. But the eyes were slitted, they held a malice like that of which Sanzo had never seen before. His clothing was strange, shawls and robes, a gleaming crimson staff clenched in his clawed hands. A sensation crashed into Sanzo, his breath leaving him, fear, respect, arrousal.
Jerking his hand away, Sanzo placed it tightly against his forehead. The image did not disappear. He'd seen this person before, he knew it! But nothing was making sense. How....
Spinning on his heel, Sanzo nearly stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the refridgerator and gulping it back quickly. He was unsettled in a way that he'd never been before, as though the entire world was twisting and he was loosing his footing on the ground that had always held him up before.
Who was this person? Just who the hell was Son Goku?!
To be Continued