Warnings: Yaoi, Slight Sanzo OOCness - forgive me for this…

A/N: I am depressed… my reviews are dwindling… oh well… on the bright side, Perfect Not is almost done! I had a great time with this fic although most of the time, it only gave me a headache but it was all worth it. Btw, I am terribly sorry to those who reviewed the 3rd chapter… I forgot to thank you guys in the last chappie… I feel so guilty now… Also, I'm trying my best to put all my effort into this chapter as the last chapter kinda sucked.

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Disclaimer: If I was that rich I would've owned them by now… lol... but I'm can't be considered rich… yet… btw, "The Da Vinci Code"… not mine! But I loved it, nonetheless.

Almost Happily Ever After…

By: dream-eater-is-hungry

Sanzo's POV

I rushed out of the car. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw whom I had hit. Inwardly, I groaned. Of all the people in the world who could've been standing there right at that moment when I had my eyes off the road for a moment, it had to be him, Son Goku.

With much reluctance, I kneeled down beside the boy and listened for any sound of breathing. I felt relief wash over me when I heard soft yet unstable breaths. Then, I just realized, he looked kind of cute when he was asleep or in this case, unconscious.

Suddenly, it hit me. "Baka!" I exclaimed, scolding myself, " you do NOT think he's cute. You are being possessed by some unknown force that's why you're thinking that way. Come on! Fight it! But, he does look kind of cute with the setting sun shining down his face even with that blood pooling around his head. It kind of reminds me of an angel… Oh no! Here you go again… Fight it, Sanzo!"

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft moan escaping the brunette's lips. I sighed. 'What do I do now…' I thought, weighing the possibilities. Well, I could either a. just go home and try to forget all about this though I knew his conscience wouldn't let home, not forgetting the fact that's inhumane, sort of, or b. take the baka home or something.

After much deliberation, I decided to enter door B. Though the former seemed what I would usually do, I knew I couldn't just leave the boy alone. After all, it was because of MY carelessness that almost killed the brunette. And as much as I hate it, I have to take responsibility for it. It was only fortunate that I was only driving at around 30 kph. when I had hit him, or else he really would've been killed. And besides, what if someone had seen me hit him then just leave him alone, then I'm definitely liable not only for being guilty of hitting him, accident it may be, but also of not even helping him. Plus, I sort of owed him for helping me on my first day in school when he helped me to the nurse's office after being treated like shit by some dumb ass bully. (A/N: First chapter)

And as much as I hate to admit it, a part of me really just cares for him. He was bleeding for crying out loud, who wouldn't be concerned? Wait, did I just say I'm giving a damn about this boy? Hell no! Snap out of this Sanzo! I'm only doing this because I do not want to be responsible. That's it, no more, no less! Note to self, once you get home, drown yourself with coffee to clear these delirious thoughts you're having.

'I've got not choice then,' I thought with much irritation. I scooped the unconscious boy into my arms, almost faltering at his surprising weight. "Damn you're heavier than you look," I muttered. Balancing myself, I carried him to my car and gently laid him down in the backseat.

I got into the driver's seat and I started the engine. As I did, my eyes wandered to the rearview mirror and my gaze landed on his frail form. I felt a smile tugging at my lips but my façade would not allow it, though I knew fully well no one was watching and it was safe to drop my mask. Shaking my head of my thoughts, I made my way out of the school parking lot. Then suddenly it dawned to me.

"Damn it," I cursed. I didn't know where Goku lived.

Gojyo's POV

I lay on my bed, gazing at the ceiling of my bedroom. Tired of the same plain white that I've been staring for quite a while now, I rolled over to my side, my eyes landing on a piece of paper lying on top of a white envelope on my bedside table. I reached out for it, reading it for the nth time today.

Dear Gojyo,

I know these kind of letters usually start with "I've always watched you, secretly from afar…" and is filled with all those all too mushy stale lines. And believe me, I know what I'm talking about. Personally, though I find it cliched, not to mention used and even overused. Since, technically, love letters are supposed to be the kind of letters in which you pour out what you really feel for a person, I'm going to do just that, except I'm doing it my way.

Sha Gojyo, it's been quite a while since I had found myself getting drawn to you. I myself don't even know why I am attracted to you. Maybe it's because I yearned for a life like yours, so carefree and laid-back. Or maybe it's because I just needed someone to love me and help me carry the burdens on my shoulders. I myself am uncertain. All I know for sure is that, every time I'm near you, I'd feel my heart start racing. Not only that but you'd always leave me out of breath and my cheeks as red as your crimson locks that make you stand out in a crowd. At first, I dismissed this only as a mere infatuation, nothing more than a trivial case of "puppy love" or as some would like to say. So I tried forgetting about it and about you. I tired immersing myself in my studies, hoping that maybe Newton's Laws of Motion would drown my mind and its thoughts revolving around you. But I found that, the more I try to resist this feeling, the more it grew deeper and the more I tried to deny and disillusion myself, the more it hurt me. And honestly, I cannot take the pain anymore, Gojyo. That's why I'm telling you all this. I don't really expect you to understand, nor do I expect you to return these feelings of mine. I guess you can say that all I wanted is to get things over with and just tell you how I really feel. Though I don't expect a miracle to happen, I do hope that someday, I'll have enough courage to walk up to you and tell you that it was I who address this letter to you. And maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to make some room for me in your heart.

With much love,

Your Secret Admirer

I sighed. After a few moments of silence, I pulled myself into a sitting position and reached for my cordless phone that I had carelessly left on the floor beside my bed. As I got ready to punch in the telephone number I had in mind, I hesitated.

'Should I really do this…?' I asked myself.

Sanzo's POV

I parked the car and turned off the engine. As I got out of the driver's seat, I noticed the dark clouds looming above in the reddening sky.

"Shit…" I cursed, under my breath. It was probably going to rain tonight and heaven knows I hate the rain. I bet the gods must be trying to torment me or something like that.

"Go ahead and enjoy yourselves while you can, you idiots!" I muttered, "then we'll see who's laughing then…"

"Sanzo…"

I turned my attention to the occupant at the backseat. I shook my head in frustration. I was extremely hoping he was awake so that I wouldn't have to carry him again but it looks like he was just talking in his sleep.

"Baka saru…" I grumbled, taking the boy into my arms, again almost falling from the weight, "you owe me big time for this…"

I carried the heavy lad, encountering no problem at all. That is until I reached the front door that is. "Damn it…"

How was I supposed to open the damned door? Seeing no other way, I pushed Goku's weight against the front door, hoping it would provide enough leverage for me to at least fish out my house keys and open the door. I carefully withdrew my right hand which was supporting Goku's legs, but before I can even slip my hand into my pocket, my left arm started growing wearing because of the weight and Goku was starting to slip. So I did the first thing that came into my mind. I brought up my right thigh hoping it would support Goku's weight. Wrong move, because it seemed that, due to Goku slipping down a few moments ago, I had miscalculated and instead of my thigh supporting Goku's legs like I thought it would, it landed right under Goku's behind. I pushed up my thigh, all the while cursing the gods for placing me in this situation, propping Goku into place so that he would not fall or slip again. (1)

'Come on Sanzo…' I told myself, 'the sooner you find the damn keys and open the door, the sooner you'll get out of this compromising position of yours.'

I immediately fished for my house keys and as I was about to open the door, Goku had fidgeted causing his right arm to slip down from his chest when it had been previously resting and was now swaying limply, lightly brushing against my inner thigh.

I suppressed a moan that was threatening to escape my lips and hurriedly unlocked the front door. I immediately slipped back my keys into my pocket, replaced my propped leg with my right arm and let myself into my house, thankful that I had gotten out of that compromising situation alive.

Hakkai's POV

I was reading one of my favorite books, "The Da Vinci Code"(2), for the nth time. It was really amazing how this writer can write in such a way that he bends the facts and yet, his version of it seems more believable than the truth can and will ever be. I was on the part when the main character was at Galileo's grave and was piecing the riddle together when a shrill ring from the telephone pulled me out of the depths of my imagination.

I inserted my bookmark on the page I was at and answered the phone. "Hello, good evening. Hakkai speaking," I said almost automatically.

"Hello Hakkai…" a quiet voice came form the other line.

"Gojyo?"

"Yeah, its me… Umm… Do you mind if we talk…?"

" Well, we're talking now…"

"I mean, like personally, you know. It's sort of important."

"Now?"

"Yeah, if it's not much of a hassle…" his voice trailed off.

"Uh… Sure! How about at the park near the school? Is that okay with you?"

"It's fine… Thanks Hakkai… I'll see you there in 15 minutes…"

"See you… Good-bye…" And with that Gojyo had put down the phone, ending our conversation. Gojyo seemed rather troubled. 'I wonder what this is about,' I pondered, 'well, I better go then…'

I grabbed my jacket and my house keys then headed out the front door. As I walked along the sidewalk, the dark night only illuminated by the flickering glow of street lamps, I felt a cold wind breezing past. I shivered and hugged myself, my jacket providing only little warmth.

'How'd I wish there was someone to hold me in cold nights like these…' I mused, 'then again, there's only one person in this world who I wish would hug me and offer me warmth…'

I smiled at that though and imagined the man of my affection, the foul-mouthed man that had won my heart, wrapping his tan arms around me, protecting me from the harsh cold, his crimson locks tickling the back of my neck. Just the mere thought of it almost made me feel somewhat warmer. But that's how it'll only ever be. Only in dreams shall he hug me like that. Only in dreams shall he be mine.

Goku's POV

I opened my eyes and instantly, the first thing I noticed was the white ceiling that I was currently staring at. 'When did mom repaint the ceiling of the house?' I wondered, my mind still a bit fuzzy, 'too bad, I liked it better when it was peach…' I brought my hand up to brush away my brown locks when suddenly, I felt something wrapped around my head. I also noticed this on my right wrist. "What the-? Bandages?" (3)

My eyes traveled across the room I was in. It was only then that I realized that not only was the ceiling a different color, the entire house looked different. It was sparsely furnished and most of the furniture was white which was a great contrast to the colorful chattels that adorned our home. I tried to ease myself into a comfortable sitting position to get a better view of the place where I was, ignoring how sore I was all over.

"What happened here? Where am I?" I wondered aloud.

"You're at my house baka…" a voice answered.

I turned to see who it was and almost fell off the couch when I saw that it was none other than Sanzo, emerging from what I think is the kitchen, carrying a mug. Then, I felt my face heat up when I saw his choice of clothing. He was wearing a closed-neck, black spandex sleeveless leather shirt that showed off his well-toned abs and muscles, and baggy khaki pants that only came down to until below his knees, revealing much off his pale, porcelain skin. (4)

I gulped, trying hard not to drool. He must've noticed my excessive staring for at the next moment, I felt something hard hit me on my head.

"Itai…" I yelped, nursing the forming lump on my head. "What did you do that for?" I demanded, glaring at the said blond.

"You were looking at me as if you were ready to pounce, saru!" He retorted, taking a seat at one of the armchairs beside the couch.

"Not that I wouldn't mind pouncing at you and pinning you down in the bed or at the floor…" I muttered, my mind filling up with all sorts of mental images.

"Hmmm…?"

"Uh, nothing, Sanzo!" I exclaimed, hoping he did not hear what I just said.

For a while, there was a taut silence between us. I would look at Sanzo, then quickly direct my gaze to the floor when he would turn his eyes to me. "Uh… Sanzo?" I began.

He said nothing so I took it as a sign to continue. "Do you mind telling me why I'm here in your house?" I inquired, not that I minded of course, though I'd rather be with him on his bed in his bedroom… Ah! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts, Goku!

"Don't you remember?" he asked, sounding slightly surprised, though his face not showing it even at the slightest

"Ummm… no?" I answered sheepishly.

"Baka saru," he remarked, venom lacing into those two words, before taking a sip from his mug.

His insult stung, but I tried my best not to show it. Damn, I know he's insulted me lots of times but I till find that every time he did, it would hurt more and more at each offense. Maybe if he meant nothing to me, if I did not love him this much, it wouldn't hurt as bad as it does now.

"You were hit by a car, for your information…" he stated, breaking my train of thought.

Suddenly I remembered. Yes, I came from another horrifying detention with Homura practically molesting me in public. Then, I rushed out of the main building only to be hit by a car. But something was not right here, something was amiss.

"Why?" I blurted out.

"Why what?" Sanzo asked, his tone still as icy and as cold as ever.

"Why did you help me? I mean, I know I was hit by a car but what did you have to do with it? " I said in a rush. These questions lingered in my mind. Maybe he did care about me only he's afraid to show it. Maybe he's not as cold hearted as he seems to be. Maybe…

"I only picked you up because you were such an eye sore, laying there sprawled across the ground, your blood staining the concrete," he retorted, interrupting my musings. "Not to mention, you were blocking the middle of the road and I wouldn't able to get home without my car trampling over you in the process. So don't you ever stop and consider that I helped you because I cared or felt sorry for you." He paused. "Wait let me rephrase that," he added, "don't you ever stop to consider that I picked you up because I felt any compassion for someone like you."

At that moment, I felt as if a dagger had pierced my heart. I could feel myself shaking and tears were threatening to fall. I tried controlling myself. I tried mustering up another one of my fake smiles that people so often see, only failing miserably. But this time, it had hit too deep.

"If you hate me that much, then you shouldn't have just helped me at all," I exclaimed, my gaze intent on the amethyst eyed man before me, tears now freely running down my cheeks.

"Goku…" I heard him whisper, surprised, standing up and taking a step towards me.

"Leave me alone," I exclaimed, standing up, backing away from him. And then I fled, I ran out of the front door, ignoring his calls, ignoring the rain that is slowly pouring down the city. So be it, if he made it clear that he hated me. I give up. I have no more reason to love him.

TBC

(1) Did you get that? Or was it too vague?

Not mine. Great book though.

As for the accident, I am not too sure about what injuries you'll sustain. But remember, Goku was running when he was hit by a car that was under the speed limit. So I figured, since he was on a side position, he would be hit, land a few feet behind. His head would probably hit the pavement first, followed by his wrist/arm(because he was in a side position), then his body. Thus, I conclude that his head and wrist/arm would most likely have the most serious injury. If you want to prove me wrong, try getting hit by a car under the same circumstances first before contracting me. Joke! Anyway, I tried my best to make it as believable as possible. If anything about the accident part seems wrong, tell me, okay?

A/N: Okay, the last part was… crappy. I wrote it all in a rush actually. I hope it's still okay. I hope it made up for the crappier 4th chapter. The next chapter will be the last, btw. Happy holidays!