[A/N] Hello again! Here's the next chappie of this fic of mine. Once again, I'm so sorry for the delay. I couldn't avoid school, one of my childhood's living nightmares. ( ); Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SAIYUKI!

Time and Time Again

Chapter 1

By Crimson Devil

"I'm home." A blonde young man said as he removed his shoes at the entrance like he always did and went into the kitchen where his mom greeted him. "Hello dear. So how was your first day of school?" she asked while she washed her hands to prepare dinner. "Hmm…not much…" he replied in his usual monotone voice, taking out a can of soda out of the fridge. "Oh yeah. There's a new teacher on the campus. And a goofball at that." He said finally, rolling his eyes a bit before taking a sip from his soda can. "Now, now Sanzo. It's not right to say bad things about your superiors. You should respect them." She told him kindly but firmly. "Yeah, well…he's kinda weird though, teacher or not." The blonde 14 year old said with a slight shrug of the shoulders before he got his backpack and headed toward his room at the top of the stairs. As he was about to enter his room, a man stepped into the entrance door. "I'm home." He said removing his own footwear. "Hi dad." Sanzo called to him in the same monotone voice as he always did. "Aa" his father simply replied. Somehow, there was this odd feeling that Sanzo got and it didn't feel quite right. But he didn't pay much attention to it remembering that he had to organize his things for the next day and maybe a bit of advanced studying after taking a nice warm bath.

He was in the middle of fixing his school bag and his night clothes when he heard shouting coming from somewhere in the house. A deep sinking feeling started to settle in the pit of his stomach as he set down his things and opened the door. In doing so, the shouting became louder than ever as it seemed to pound in his ears. Looking at the bottom of the stairs, he saw his parents fighting, his father's hands clenched and holding a luggage bag and his mother crying. "Why are you doing this? Why…?" his mother wailed as she held onto his father's jacket. "I've already told you and I don't want to repeat it. I just…don't know what to do here anymore. I don't think it was right for me to be committed…to you." He said as his eyebrows furrowed the longer he lingered. "I thought…I thought you loved me…" her voice quivered. "I thought you loved me!" she repeated, her voice becoming louder, filled with desperation and sorrow…pain. "…I thought so too. I guess it was a spur of the moment kind of thing; a moment that lasted too long for me to realize my mistake." He looked away, knowing that his words would hurt her so badly. "I gave up everything for you! I made an oath that I would spend all my days till the day I die with you! I loved you and had a son, the best gift I could ever receive! And now you want to leave me…for another woman??" she cried out as she pounded her white fists against his chest. "I know that I am hurting you now…but just because I'm leaving you doesn't mean that I don't care for you. I did…but at a different level." He caught her hands and lowered them down. "If you really do care, then stay with me! Stay with us!" her voice was hard for him to bear and her tears were hard to watch as they trickled along her cheeks. "Listen to me. You deserve someone better. I know that an apology won't cut it…but what else can I do. I have to leave…for all of us. I made a mistake and I had been lying to the both of us all along. And staying with you would just cause you more pain. I'm sorry."

With that, she dropped herself to the floor before his feet and wept. He turned to leave but then heard a voice that called out to him by a name that he wouldn't hear from him again if he were to choose so.

"Dad!" Sanzo called and hurried down the steps, his white button shirt slightly opened from the first three buttons. The older man turned around and saw his only son standing tall before him. A small, sad smile crept to his lips as he sighed. "Aa Sanzo. I know that you've been standing there long enough to hear everything and I don't blame you. It would hurt me for you to hate your old man, but I can't stop you. And I won't." Sanzo stared at him, a swirl of emotions within his deep amethyst eyes. "No…you can't do this!" he lunged forward and planted his fist into his father's larger hand, for he taught him what all the moves that he knew and was therefore faster than he was. Arms wound around his shoulders and pulled him into an embrace and the most painful words came to his ear. "Sanzo, you've grown to be a strong young man. I want you to take care of your mother for me. Take it as a last request from your old man."

Ruffling up his son's hair for one last time and giving his wife one last embrace, he walked out the door. Silence was all that there was in the house, all except for his mother's cries. He embraced her tightly and helped her up, bringing her up into her room. When he himself shut his door, he stared the blank wall ahead. He walked over to it and placed a quivering hand on the dark blue surface for a brief caress before he punched a clenched hand into to the wall. "Damnit!" he cursed under his breath. "What kind of father are you?!" he shouted as he pounded again with both fists. "Some father you are!" he shouted again as if he could be heard by the man he used to call so. Regaining what was left of his composure, he remembered the older man's request: to stay strong. Picking up the rest of his things, he placed them in his backpack and headed to the shower, knowing fully well that his life would never be the same again.

[A/N] WAAA! I pity Sanzo! (ToT) Oh well, it'll all be alright in the end! Don't worry! (o) Ohohohoho! Please read and review! I look forward to your reviews. (v)