Sanzo leaned his cheek against his hand, his mind drifting away from the voice of his professor. Idly, he doodled in the margin of the page in front of him, his mind caught in what had happened that morning when he'd stopped into the nearby cafe to pick up his usual morning coffee. He hadn't been in for a while, not having the time with how much he'd been lagging behind in his school work. Now, he couldn't believe that something as simple as a cup of coffee had changed his life so much.
He'd met what had to be one of the most attractive people he'd ever seen, someone whom, in those few seconds, had effected him more than anyone else ever had. A young man, with shimmering golden eyes and wild hair. He could still remember that moment clear in his mind, although it was hours later. That face, torn between manhood and childhood, innocent and yet mature, hovered before his eyes. There had been an answering light in the other's eyes, a returned attraction, but those cheeks had flushed as though the kid had never experienced it before.
It was the voice that had done him in, though.
He'd recognized it instantly as the one that had been calling him, and that alone had shocked him beyond words. He still didn't understand any more than he had before, but he was certain in his realization. Whomever this person was, he was the one that Sanzo had been meant to find. He was the one who possessed the voice which had been calling for him for as long as he could remember.
It was like something out of a storybook, as strange as it seemed. But it was something that was really happening to him. Even without the aid of the dreams, he doubted he would of been left untouched by his chance meeting that morning. The feelings had just been too strong, to instant.
It was something deep inside of him that had reacted, a sudden ache for the other that throbbed from his feat to his head, deep into the core of his bones. He had ignored his inner impulses for so long, focusing on his grades and career so whole-heartedly that he hadn't allowed anyone to get close. But it was so strong, a thump of his heart that had seemed so loud he was surprised noone else had heard it, it made his breath catch. And he couldn't of even think of trying to ignore it.
He wondered if he'd hidden it well at all. The way his mind, spirit, and soul had suddenly been swept up, shaken, then settled back down on unstable legs. Everything that he had known within himself had been turned around, called to the surface or proven false, and left him wondering what to do.
There was no denying he wanted to see Goku again. He longed to see the other, to talk with him and learn more about him, to see that smile and those bright eyes even if it was just once more. Had he just been seeing things when he'd thought Goku might return his interest? Had it been a figment of his imagination, when the thought had passed through his mind that they were meant to be together?
Sanzo took a deep breath and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of his chair. What was going on with him? A two minute conversation did not equal marriage, children, and a happily ever after. He'd never been impulsive in his entire life, he had his whole future planned out before him. Was he really willing to do something so irrational over a pair of golden eyes and a phantom voice?
Yet, even as he thought it, Sanzo also knew he was powerless to stop himself. A part of himself he'd ignored for a long time, the instinctive and emotional part, had somehow claimed control of him in those few moments of weakness. He would have to follow this new path placed before him.
And, honestly, he wanted to anyway.