Disclaimer: When I take over the world using cows, I will own Saiyuki. As that ship has not yet set sail, Saiyuki still belongs to Minekura-san. (But you'd better watch out, Kazuya...one day...one day...)

Warning: References to shounen-ai. You do not like the boy-on-boy smoochies, you do not read the fic. You go to and read the Draco/Ginny:vomits copiously: Nothing I love it muchly. But the Draco/Ginny NEEDS TO DIE!

A/N: Written for the 30kisses lj community, theme #1. I don't like this much. eh.

look over here

"Ne, Sanzo, look at this! It looks so yummy!" Sanzo inhales the soothing nicotine between his lips just a little desperately. It is too damn early for this.

"Keep it down, bakasaru," Sanzo admonishes, too tired to put any real bite behind the order. Naturally, the words bounce off the gluttonous youth like decency off of Gojyo, and the chattering persists.

With Goku it's always look over here, look over there, oh, wow, oh, yum, look, look, look. It probably has something to do with seeing nothing but comfortless cave walls and unforgiving bars for five hundred years, but right now Sanzo doesn't really care.

"URUSEI!" and the accompanying gunshots ring out through the once-peaceful morning, and Goku mopes timidly for the next five minutes. Then they pass a cart of some freshly steaming local delicacy, and the racket begins anew.

Rapidly being driven to the proverbial edge, Sanzo thinks about covering that boisterous little mouth with his own, just to make the noise stop. The only thing that keeps him from doing just that is the knowledge that such an action would inevitably be followed by an afternoon full of fun new questions from Goku.

Resignedly, Sanzo purchases five of whatever it is Goku's salivating over now and shoves them all into his wide open mouth, granting the monk twenty precious seconds of peace.