Late, late indeed it was. They all crashed. Yet Aya had no room. What should occur? "Let's flip a coin." she said. She was sick of this, and also didn't want to sleep on the couch. It was lumpy. "Ok? If it lands heads, I get to choose a room I want to sleep in; if tails, I sleep on the couch. 2 outta 3 wins. Got it?" The rest of them nodded. Fling!

The coin flipped in the air, fwip...fwip...fwip She caught it, and placed it on her hand. There was no line. "Uhh..." she said.--; It wasn't even a coin. It was a damn button. "I guess I share..." she said.

She went to the room that Hakyruu brought her to. They all agreed on that. She followed the dragon, hoping that it wasn't the pervert's, or the corrupt monk's, anyone else would be fine. She put on a pair of sleep bottoms, and one of her black t-shirts, and then crashed. "Could ya move over?" she heard a voice say. She scooted.

Goku lay beside the girl, staring at the roof. He blushed, a lot. She felt warm, and that was odd. He himself felt warm, but he was embarrassed, could she be?...Nah.

Never mind about that.

"You're warm." said the girl.

"Uh..." he replied, he was blushing.

"Do you like me?" she said

"Yeah, your cool." he replied

"Well..I love you." she said.

Silence.Oo, he blushed a deep crimson.

She looked up at him. "I'm only kidding!"

"Oh,"

"How could I love a baka saru?"

"HEY! DON'T START THAT CRAP WITH ME BITCH!"

"WHO YOU CALLIN' A BITCH!?!"

Sanzo fired.

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU TWO!"

They lay back in their places, Aya giggled. "What?" Goku said. "You called me a bitch." "And?" "I know you didn't mean it." He blushed. She wrapped her arms around him.

"You know," she said "I'm a saru myself." His eyes widened. "Really? So you didn't mean that 'How could I love a saru' thing?" "No." she replied." But keep that thing about being a saru thing under wraps ok?" she continued. "I really don't want the same type of abuse you get." They laughed. "Ok."

She brought him closer, in an attempt to figure out what he felt like. In the heat of some type of battle, this could help. And anyway, she liked the feeling of him.

"Aya?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"Why?"

"You're making the food in my stomach rise to my throat."

"Oh, sorry." She turned to her side. It was pitch black.

It was hard to think. Her heart beat in her throat. 'What is this?' she thought. She had never felt this way before, except with her mother, who she loved dearly. That was it, that thing. That feeling. The thing called 'love'; she had never felt it ever since that day...