Goku came back to consciousness slowly, stretching himself out over the expanse of the bed with a smile on his lips. Sanzo's bed was much more comfortable than his own. He'd been so extremely nervous last night when it had come time to crawl into bed, having first thought they would have separate rooms. However, despite the fact Sanzo's apartment was larger and much nicer than his own, there wasn't a second bedroom, nor room to put up another bed.
His mind had tortured him with thoughts of the two of them laying next to each other. Maybe kissing... maybe touching.
But Sanzo had simply wrapped an arm around him, and promptly gone to sleep. Goku had been disappointed, but greatly relieved at the same time. As much as he'd thoroughly enjoyed their kissing, he knew he wasn't ready to move on to the more intimate part yet. He was still too uncertain of his own self to be ready.
He hadn't had to lay there long thinking about it, though. He'd fallen asleep almost immediately. Partially because of the warm body beside him, partially because of the fact he'd hardly slept in the last week. He'd had dreams last night, different from the ones from before. Normally, he had border-line nightmares about sleep walking around Tokyo and killing random people, or something similar. Last night, he'd just dreamt about Sanzo.
He knew what Gojyo and Hakkai had been talking about now, with the dreams. He did not recall his past lives, but he'd dreamed about it last night. He was sure of it, from how similar it was to what they'd described. Ancient times of demons and war, fighting for survival and some inane purpose. Life as normal until the door was shut and they were in private, and Sanzo would smile and softly touch his cheek, and they would kiss, and he would be certain in his knowledge that he was in love and loved in return. Never in front of the others, his mind had whispered, but in these moments I am his world, and he is mine, and our souls are one.
It had even gotten a little racy, and Goku blushed at the thought of it. When the time came, would it really be that perfect? Although reality told him it wouldn't, he knew that his heart would make it so. When they were ready, it would be the most perfect thing in the world.
Goku finally peeked his eyes open, realizing that he was taking up far too much of the bed for there to be another person still in it. He frowned when he saw that Sanzo was gone, but there was a note on the night stand.
'Had to go to school, didn't want to wake you.'
Simple and to the point, but Goku still couldn't help a silly grin at the thought that Sanzo cared enough to leave him one. He could of just left, after all, since the time would of told Goku the same thing. It drove home the fact that, yes, he'd actually agreed to live with the blonde.
He'd decided to throw rationality to the wind, and follow the instincts of his heart.
He was tired of being alone. He hated having to sit in his empty apartment and try to force himself to be interested in the television, while the fact that he was by himself constantly nagged at the back of his mind. He hated how his footsteps seemed to echo as he walked around the rooms, the fact that his bed was always cold when he crawled under the blankets. Having no one to talk to, to joke with, or even just to sit quietly next to, it had been a painful experience even if he'd placed himself into it purposely.
It wasn't school or the park, but it was better somehow because it was with Sanzo. Goku might of been alone at this moment, but it was different now because he knew the blonde would be back. Then he could ask Sanzo about his day and they could eat supper together. Maybe even curl up on the couch with popcorn and a good movie. This was how it could be every day, and the sudden change for the better in his life almost had Goku in tears all over again. He'd had such trouble and pain and loneliness in his life, it was awing that just one question and one answer could make him so happy.
Crawling out of bed, Goku slipped his feet into Sanzo's slippers before toddling off to the washroom. He showered quickly before returning to the bedroom to pull a clean pair of clothes out of the dresser. It was kind of humbling, to realize that all that he'd owned could fit into a suitcase and back pack. Having the majority of the money he'd earned going toward rent and food, Goku hadn't been able to buy very many outfits or knickknacks that other people tended to collect. His furniture had been rented along with the apartment, and his fridge had been nearly empty as he hadn't ventured outside during that week to buy more groceries.
Still, it had turned out to be a good thing, as Sanzo had easily rearranged everything so that Goku had his own drawer in the dresser and room in the bathroom cabinet for his toiletries. His remaining groceries had been mixed in with Sanzo's, and the books he'd collected given their own spot in the bookshelf.
Moving into the livingroom, Goku couldn't help another silly grin that came over him. It really looked like they were living together. He'd never thought that something as inane as seeing his toothbrush next to Sanzo's could give him such a giddy feeling.
He'd actually slept quite long. Sanzo would be back in just a few hours. Goku decided to peruse Sanzo's books and see if one might interest him. Reading appealed much more than TV, especially during the day when nothing was on but dull talk-shows and soaps.
Tucked in with binders and textbooks, something caught Goku's eye. There were several large, coil-backed books. He retrieved one, surprised to find it was a thick sketching book.
Opening it up, Goku's brows lifted. Sanzo hadn't mentioned an interest in art, but he was really talented. Curious, the brunette flipped through the pages. There were all kinds of things, some sketches of items around the apartment, to scenic views and animals, even some of people. The pencil strokes were airy, but each picture was delicately detailed and skillfully crafted.
It wasn't a big surprise that, when Sanzo returned, Goku was still exploring.