I thought that I had already posted this chapter last week, but then when I went to go post a new story, I noticed that it wasn't there! Sorry guys! Well, here it is now (Sweatdrop)

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Golden eyes flew open, a scream accompanying the wildly dilated beauties, unrelenting, (and seemingly) unsurpassing.

smack "What the hell are you screaming at baka saru? Are you trying to wake the dead with that loud aggravating voice of yours?" Wake the dead?

Goku looked down, his body whole and intact. There was no blood, and his limiter was sitting firmly in place, if not a little tight. His nails were short and dirty, and his body was atop a rather comfortable and clean bed. "But, Sanzo… you're… I'm dead!"

Sanzo raised an eyebrow but said nothing. A Marlboros red rose to his lips and silence prevailed for a moment. There was a sort of look of comfort in his eyes, which was cut short by his words. "If you were dead you wouldn't be annoying the fuck out of me. Go back to bed." Sanzo stood up and glided out the door, closing the door none too gently behind him.

Hakkai had been just barely to the door when Sanzo came out. "Is he---"

"He's fine."

A groggy Gojyo opened his door, a weary, sleepy expression glued to his face and his body leaned against the door frame.

"What the fuck?" He muttered inaudibly.

"Go to sleep." Ordered Sanzo, annoyed that everyone was now awake at this most god-forsaken hour. Goku had come out of his room as well, staring at the get together outside of his room. "All of you."

And with that the monk walked perhaps five feet, turned to his room, and entered it with a final glare to the rest of his team.

Goku stared after him sadly, an obvious look of sorrow setting into his face. He cringed when he heard Sanzo's door slam, and wordlessly closed the door behind him, sliding down against the backside of it and staring into the nothingness across his room.

"What---?" Gojyo looked up with the most confused expression Hakkai had ever seen.

"Just a dream" Hakkai explained in three simple words. Just a dream. Gojyo wished that what he felt was just a dream, that or another three words had come from Hakkai's tempting lips. "We'd best be getting to bed Gojyo." Gojyo nodded, fully awake now that the odd wave of emotions and door slamming was over. He walked into his room, not bothering with the door, and sat down on his bed, gazing uncaringly out the window. He lit a Hi-Light and sighed, inhaling what should have been calm. This was not calm. He was not calm.

In his room, Hakkai shifted his back on the bed board, something uneasy sitting within his stomach. An hour passed slowly,long and difficultlike churning butter.He just couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to lose something- no- someone close to him- and soon. He got a flash back.

"But people often have a sort of sixth sense about their loved ones right?"

"Hmn?" Gojyo cocked his head at Hakkai.

"When they took Kanan, I had been playing with my students- I didn't feel a thing."

But now he was feeling something, and it was eating his stomach like Goku when he had a plate full of pork before him. Without thinking or even realizing what he was doing, he rushed into Gojyo's room, panting nearly, and searching wildly for him, to find Gojyo sitting casually on his bed, casually smoking a cigarette.

What's with everyone today? Gojyo looked quizzically at Hakkai, who had a hand on either side of his doorway, eyes large and breathing heavy. Hakkai looked up at Gojyo, who said nothing.

I must look ridiculous. What was I doing? A love--- his thoughts were cut off. "Are you going to come in or stand there all night staring at me like I'm dead?" Gojyo gestured towards a chair across from him.

Wordlessly Hakkai took the seat. Hakkai's expression was now once again that endless smile, but he was shaking his head at himself, laughing at himself. When Gojyo gave him a questioning glance he found words coming that he hadn't even thought. "I just… had a bad feeling…" Gojyo merely shrugged. "I…" but the word faltered, and Hakkai could say no more. Cherry red spread like wildfire across his face.

Embarrassed, Hakkai left, not bringing himself to look at Gojyo as he did so. Gojyo watched him leave, confused as hell, and wanting to scream what the fuck was wrong with everyone, save maybe Sanzo, who always acted like that. Well, not like that, but like that. Gojyo turned his head towards the door, the image of Hakkai burned into his mind.

In Sanzo's room, a certain blonde monk was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette and making no sound or movement but to inhale and exhale slow, steady and controlled breaths.

The Inn was silent, and one by one each member of the Sanzo-ikkou drifted off once more into a slow, uneasy and awkward sleep.

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I'm sorry this chappy is so crappy! hangs head I'm not even half way through yet, but I really needed this part in ordered to have the climax make sense, so PLEASE bare with me here! And thank you all of my reviewers, you're beautiful people! huggles everyone So the next part is coming soon, and it will be 3 or 4 times as long and at least 8 times better! I swear! ' But, it is amusing to see everyone so tense, ne? Oh yes, one last thing, Review, review, review, review, REVIEW!

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