It wasn't nearly as difficult to find the frontline of the fight as Sanzo had thought it would be. The entire area was filled with tension, and the streets were completely empty except for a few stragglers hurrying on their way to help their allys. Sanzo made certain he kept to the shadows, not wanting to be caught off guard by some Akari follower and getting his head blown off.
He had no idea what he was planning to do when he got there. He had no weapon, and only the most basic ability in physical fighting. Other than that one time, long ago, Sanzo had never actually punched another person in his present life. In fact, other than those whom Goku had pointed out to him, he didn't even know the faces of his ally or enemy.
But now that he was on his way, he couldn't turn back. He was acting stupidly, but he didn't care. He had no idea how long the fight had been going on, but Sanzo had to make certain with his own two eyes that Goku was alright.
He had to keep him safe.
Where ever this instinct came from, Sanzo didn't know. But he was powerless to stop it. For the first time in his life, he was running off of his emotions instead of his mind, and he was at their mercy.
The strange quiet of the afternoon was suddenly filled with the poping sound of guns, yells and screams and everything else one heard in a riot. Sanzo's pace sped up, but he ground to a halt as he turned the corner.
At first, it just looked like a mob of bodies rushing around each other. Then little details made themselves known, the bloody noses and torn clothes. Almost everyone held something in their hand, most of all bats and broken peices of wood. Some were throwing rocks. Most were throwing punches, about twenty or thirty people just wailing on each other in a mindlessly violent way.
It probably would of been a disturbing sight, to anyone with a lighter soul than Sanzo.
Finally, his eyes fell upon Goku, and Sanzo's breath caught in his throat.
So this was the true form of the boy he'd fell in love with.
The familiar grin was there, but they revealed fangs instead of a regular smile. Goku's golden eyes glittered with interest as he swung around a staff which Sanzo had never seen before, save his dreams. He moved so quickly, easily working his way through the crowd and knocking as many people unconcious as he could reach. His hair, a good foot longer than it had been yesterday, flowed with his movements, and Sanzo realized that the golden circlet he'd spied before was gone.
He had to wonder what a regular person would think, seeing Goku like this. As it was, Sanzo could only stand there, slighly awed by the other's beauty. The childish cuteness was gone, replaced by a dark elegance. Goku moved without wasting a step, seeming infallable compared to the people around him.
The illusion was suddenly shattered as Goku was knocked to the ground, hit in the stomach by some bat-weilding teen a good two feet taller than him.
Before he could stop himself, Sanzo found himself running for the other. He WOULD protect the other.