A/N: hey peeps! Am back and am here! Pretty busy with a little things and continuing other stories lately. So enjoy this chapter!

Thanks goes to: All the reviewers! (And I did realize that you guys have been laughing about Rukishi's little dream about Sanzo, eh? Hehehe!)

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Chapter 11: he does!

Now, Rukishi had been cured from her fever that only last about a few weeks. She's still laid back in her room even though she's cured, some thoughts flying around her head and making her feeling more—uncomfortable. Now she's in the Saiyuki world, which she has always, been dream to be there but yet still, she can't just leave the real world. She still has things to do in the real world but she also can't leave the others in the world she's in now.

"Hey, Rukishi?" a voice called her, Rukishi turn to see who blankly and Gojyo came in, step his heavy foot in the room as his hands slipped in his pocket. "Hey Gojyo." Rukishi greeted her blankly.

Making Gojyo more curious on her.

"Hey, what's up with you? Mopping around her alone and having that face on." Gojyo ask, concern as he sat down the bed beside her. Rukishi sighs, "Gojyo, I don't know how long I'll be here but—I also don't wanna leave you guys." Gojyo raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean! I don't know how long I'll be here but I also don't wanna leave you guys if I were to be back to the real world!" Rukishi suddenly got up her feet furiously, looking sternly at Gojyo. Gojyo surprise at his sudden act and when Rukishi realize, she sat back down slowly, calming herself down.

"I'm sorry." Rukishi mumbled. Gojyo smiles warmly and patted her back, "It's okay. I know how you feel. You know, it's your decision if you wanna go back or be here. But yeah, you're right again. That place is where you belong."

Rukishi look up at him, having a face mask of curiosity and worried. "But Gojyo, Sanzo doesn't seem so please if I'm here. There's no point if I'm here! But if I go back, I'm only afraid you guys—" "And makes you think Sanzo is not please?" Gojyo asked, a cheeky smirk on and cocking an eyebrow at her. Rukishi raises her eyebrow in surprise, "What makes you say that?" Gojyo continued his smirk, looking at Rukishi rather funnily.

"Actually, you should know how he is like since you are a fan of us in your world. Don't you know he has a 'hidden' personality too?"

"A hidden personality? What does that suppose to mean?" Rukishi ask, feeling some blushes covering her cheek over her confusion. Gojyo chuckled lightly, "It means, Rukishi dear, don't underestimate over Sanzo's please of you to be here. Maybe he is please and you don't know about it!" Gojyo said, in a teasing way but it was all the facts and truths. Rukishi blushed even more as she turn away from him. "Oh come on, he's always known as the cold-hearted, sarcastic, hot-tempered kind of person and why would he be so please of me to be with you guys." Rukishi muttered shyly but keeping her voice stern. Gojyo chuckled childishly, "Yeah, but you don't know something. Everybody are humans and there is no human who doesn't have a warm heart in them."

Rukishi look at him in surprise.

"And maybe," Gojyo lean against her ear, "He likes you just the way you do for him!"

"Gojyo!" Rukishi yelled shyly, that time Gojyo already rushed out of the room since Rukishi got her gun blade out to attack him by then. Gojyo laughed all the way about her sensitivity earlier.

"How can he say that! No! That's not true!" Rukishi muttered, surprise and shock. She was shy too. It's impossible that Sanzo could have an interest in girls and have some attraction for them. It's just so impossible. It is! Sanzo is not like that! He is known to be not like that! But think back later, Rukishi made up her mind clearly.

Maybe . . .

He does have feelings for me?

Rukishi thought shyly as she blushed, laying herself down roughly and dreamily sigh over her thoughts about Sanzo.

Back to Sanzo's room, he was checking his luggage and some of his sutra clothes and folded clothings that were place on a cupboard. He looks back again and found a strangely clothed object, red and mixture of black lacy. He picked up and blushes ferociously as he notice it was—a woman's underwear.

"This has gotta be that onna's underwear . . ."

Then he thinks back deeply and curiosity spread around his face as 13 shades of crimson blush covered his face.

"But how did it got here anyway?"

A/N: Okay now! Review please!