On Death : Remembrance

By Lena Claire

Goku walked out of the hospital. It almost didn't register in his head that he did. Everything around him was a blur, he felt himself almost in a dreamlike landscape. Focusing took a lot of effort that after awhile, Goku didn't try.

People bumped into him. Swore at him. Occasionally shoved and threatened him. He didn't care. After they could not get a response out of Goku, they decided to leave him alone. They felt a little irked at the brunette's blankness.

He stumbled on blindly, not aware of reality around him. Instead, the last moment when Sanzo was still Sanzo, and not the one lying dead on the bed, played in his head.


"Sanzo."

"Hm."

"You look a bit tired, you alright?"

"Don't be an idiot." Sanzo said this as he laid a gentle hand on Goku's head and mussed the hair slightly.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, he felt a sudden grip on it.

"Sanzo," Goku said as he slowly brought Sanzo's hand to his eye level and took the other hand as well. "Your hands are cold."

"Your hands are warm."

"No, I mean, your hands are really cold."

"It's raining."

"Hmm, oh yea."

"Ch, stupid monkey..." Sanzo replied as he gently pulled his hands out of Goku's grasp.

"…But, I am tired…" he continued under his breath.

"Oh, right." Goku uttered as he quickly stood up. He saw Sanzo's eyes shut. Somehow he didn't feel like leaving anymore. Sanzo must have been really tired to close his eyes so quickly.

Goku deliberated for a moment before he finally settled for sitting on the floor, propping himself on the end corner of the bed.

He sat there for a moment. Demon senses perked at the odd cold emission coming from Sanzo. It didn't radiate the normal human warmth.

Gently, slowly, he reached out to touch Sanzo's leg.

Sanzo's eyes pried open. A brow arched in question.

"Oh- well, you're still cold, that's all." Goku said, mildly surprised at Sanzo's alertness while being slightly embarrassed about being caught.

Goku saw Sanzo's lips pull slightly upwards. Sanzo was smiling. Reassured and not wanting to disturb Sanzo's further, he stood up to go.

"Night Sanzo." He said as the turned of the light.

"Goodnight."


And that was the last of it.

Until just now.

"Oh god." Goku uttered as he started to feel nauseous. He stumbled over to tree, propping a hand on the trunk, he retched.

And there he wept for the loss of Sanzo.


The end of the second installment of "On Death". This story is hard for me to write as well because, I am basing it on a death that has recently occured in my life. I'd like to thank the reviewers for my last chapter. If it weren't for you all, I would not have continued this story because on a certain aspect, it pains me to write it.

Kindly review as I continue to write the final installment for it. I know it is not fair to leave the story dangling.