A/N: I don't know if this should have ever made its way into existence, but here it is. Another part. (Looks around frightened) Now do not blame me for this cracked-out update, because I might have not been in right mind when I wrote this.

He woke up with the sun warm on his face and the sounds of a spoon stirring somewhere off to his right. The smell of a hot meal and tea making him chance opening his sensitive eyes to the bright, sunlit room. He squinted, rubbed his eyelids, felt them flicker and close despite his wanting to see where the delicious food smells were coming from, and then he was lying back down again. His head was hurting him, felt like it was splitting open and the only thing keeping that from happening was the coronet on his head. He wondered if this ache was what Gojyo always complained about when he woke up with a hang over. It could be, but Sanzo would never allow him to drink, so he crossed that right off his list of causes for this strange headache. Maybe he had been hit really hard in the head. Who did they fight yesterday? Did they fight anybody today? Wait. What time was it?

Goku, groaning and rolling around on the bed nearly fell of said bed, when he strayed too close to the edge. He stayed there, not really caring, and clutching his head with both hands to try and stop the incessant stomping in his forehead.

"Goku? Are you all right? Goku?"

Hakkai? That was definitely Hakkai's voice, somewhere to his right. Without opening his eyes, he flung a hand out in the hope that it would connect with the older man. It did connect with Hakkai, however it connected with his stomach.

"Ouff." He heard Hakkai's step backwards, followed by some coughing.

Opps.

"Sorry Hakkai. I didn't mean to hit you. I just"- Goku with his hand still dangling off the bed and trying to find his friend without opening his eyes, continued to blindly reach out. "…Where are you?"

Hakkai, recovering walked right within reach of the boy. Goku latched his fingers around his shirtsleeve and Hakkai, sitting down on the edge of the bed waited for the young man to relax back on the bed.

"Where are we?"

"An inn. I had to change to this inn after what happened yesterday." Goku felt the back of the healer's hand on his forehead. "I was so worried after we couldn't find you. Thank goodness nothing happened to you." Hakkai, to Goku's surprise was now embracing him, and feeling both confused and comforted by Hakkai's actions hugged him back.

"I'm okay Hakkai." Goku breathed in. Hakkai smelled like mints. "I think I'm okay. I just can't remember what happened yesterday." He tried to open his eyes, but the dull pain in his head flared up again. "I feel like Jeep hit me…and then backed up."

Hakkai chuckled, "If only. You might have a slight concussion, but I can't find the bump." He passed his hand over Goku's sleep-mussed hair, the worry in his voice coming back. "We'd been told that Homura had taken you by Shien and Zenon. I can't tell you how worried you had all of us yesterday. We had no idea how to find you, or if you were still alive." Hakkai patted him on the shoulder. "And then I had Gojyo and my own injuries to take care off. I passed out yesterday and when I woke up, I found you sleeping here." He heard Hakkai take a breath, "Sanzo didn't even tell us anything, but I'm just thankful you've been returned to us."

Goku, nodding along made a move to get up, but the pain in his back and ass had him suddenly hitting the mattress.

Hakkai was up from his seat and moving over to help the boy, the noise of other footsteps sounding from behind the door.

Gojyo, cigarette in hand was the first to walk through, having heard the noise the saru was making and curious to what the hell was going on. "I see the monkey finally woke up. Oi, you have a nice nap there sleeping beauty?" Gojyo, walking to the side of the bed was a little worried when he didn't get an answering insult. He turned to Hakkai. "What's wrong with him?"

Hakkai, who was now helping Goku sit up leaned him against the headboard.

"I don't know." Hakkai placed his hand gently on Goku's back, his hand lifting his shirt and clinically checking to see if there was any bruising. He found none, but something else had caught his eye as he checked the boy for signs of injuries.

There was blood on the bed, not to mention on the back of Goku's pants. Gojyo noticed it too and raising an eyebrow said, "Oi saru, you not telling us something here." He wagged a finger at the mess on the bed, "Like if you're having your period." He cracked a wry smile at the younger boy and Goku, opening his eyes to see what all the fuss was about looked down.

"Ahh, I'm bleeding. Hakkai! What the hell? I'm gonna die." There was much unnecessary shifting on the bed and then Hakkai had to place another hand on the boy's shoulder to steady him.

"If you're so energetic, I don't think we have to worry about a funeral in the near future." Goku paled at Hakkai's morbid joke and Gojyo, shaking his head and placing a hand on his friend's shoulder told him he had the weirdest sense of humor.

Hakkai blinked at them.

Sanzo, who was still by the door watching the processions of said idiots, as they flailed about and cracked bad jokes didn't think he had it in him to join in on the "fun."

"Gojyo can you go get some…ah bandages or something for Goku."

"You mean tampons." Gojyo didn't know it yet, but Sanzo—who was still averse to joining the idiots in the room—had snuck up behind him and was readying his fan.

Twack!

"What the fucking hell!"

Now he knew.

Sanzo, sidestepping the moron and coming up to Goku's bedside looked the boy over. He was still squinting and had dark circles under his eyes and there was a bruise near his bottom lip, but other than that he looked…healthy. Sort of.

With Gojyo no longer in the room and Goku trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed, Hakkai stepped up quietly next to the monk.

"Sanzo, may I ask you something?"

The priest looked at him blankly, "Not if it's stupid."

"Well no. It's just that…Goku's injuries are…how do I put this?" Hakkai made a gesture with his hands that Sanzo couldn't even begin to grasp. "It's telling."

Sanzo readied himself for the inevitable question, because yes, the bleeding was very telling and Hakkai was much quicker than most—all—people.

"Did something happen to Goku?" And the way he was saying the word something meant that Hakkai wanted to fit in another word in its place. Maybe something that was right up there with: rape, or underage sex, or bad touch, or get the hell away from him you perverted god with a shouta complex!

Sanzo didn't feel like explaining what that something was exactly, because that something also involved him and the words: He was practically unconscious, drugged, and knowing that you went right ahead and felt him up like a whore.

So yes. He was going to avoid that question until Hakkai went bald and Gojyo grew a brain and so, hence the reason for the following lame excuse. "He probably fell down some stairs or something."

Hakkai looked at him like he couldn't have possibly just fed him such garbage and expected him to swallow it. Sanzo stared back with a hard conviction that said back quite plainly, if the healer didn't want to be faced with…hmm DEATH! He was going to open his mouth, chew the garbage, make happy crunching noises, swallow it and damn well like it!

"I see." Hakkai said icily. "Well, I'll just help make Goku comfortable and when Gojyo comes back, maybe I'll have a chat with him."

Normal harmless dictionary: Chat-v. (chatted, chatting) 1. talk in an informal way.

Hakkai's cracked out terminology: Chat- synonymous w/ the n. spite. 1. to run to n. (Gojyo) and blabber about things one does not understand. 2. to enrage n. (Genjyo Sanzo) and his n. (Weston and Smith) and unleash the burning, unholy anger of thirty-one generations of priests. 3. to meet an early grave.

When Gojyo walked in and met the two of them still staring each other down, bandage in hand and disinfectant—he laughed for a good minute on how much this was going to burn Goku—he walked past them and chucked the bandages at Goku.

"Brrr…it's cold in here. What's up with the funky faces?" Gojyo, training his eyes on Hakkai and Sanzo waited for an explanation.

Hakkai opened his mouth and then closed it when he caught the light—a light that can only be described as some form of hellfire—glint and narrow in Sanzo's eyes.

Sanzo smirked at his victory.

Hakkai, not liking the smirk that followed blabbed anyway. "I was just asking Sanzo what would make Goku get…such an injury on his…"

"Backside." Gojyo finished, looking also intrigued and somewhat grossed out at the same time. "Fell down some stairs?"

Sanzo held back the laughter at Gojyo's assumption and Hakkai tried to remain patient, because obviously that was not the answer.

"Wild butt sex." Gojyo laughed and Goku, having been listening to the conversation turned red and indignant. "Shut up. I…" Then there was a pause. "I remember!" Then there was a blush and a dazed look on his face. "I remember."

Hakkai quick on the uptake, swooped down like some kind of bird of prey on the boy, his arms around his shoulders so he was focusing on him and him alone—and not Sanzo, whose eyes were now burning with enough force to wipe out a small planet.

"How did you get that injur"- but before he could even get the word out, a pillow hit in the face.

Sanzo was still holding onto the evidence and when Hakkai, and Gojyo, and Goku turned to look at the monk, pillow in hand and serious look on face, nobody said anything for a few seconds.

"Did you just hit Hakkai with a pillow?" Gojyo asked skeptically, because that kind of thing…Sanzo wouldn't do that? Right?

Sanzo, not really believing himself shrugged his shoulders. Hakkai, eyeing the priest carefully before resuming his questioning was again dealt the same faith as the pillow hit him square on the back of the head. He turned back to stare incredulously at the priest who, looking a bit guilt when again Hakkai's eyes weren't the only ones on him, pointed at Gojyo to the side of him. "He did it."

"Oh for the love of preschoolers everywhere." Gojyo, snatching the pillow from Sanzo knew he should have thought better when a gun was jammed in his face.

"Would you rather the lead to feathers?"

Gojyo mid-snatch dropped the pillow. "We all know who the favorite is now."

Sanzo answered back, "Well learn to cook and drive properly and then I might like you too." He then waved his hand at Gojyo, "That's very unlikely though."

Hakkai, standing up and kicking the pillow out of the way—because he didn't want to give himself the chance to use it against the two—shouted, "Oh for goodness sake. Would everyone just shut up?" He then tacked on a "Please" because without it that was just plain rude.

Goku, raising his hand to get the attention of the older—but in no way maturer—men waited politely, until everyone stopped yelling at each other.

Sanzo was the first to notice. "The hell is your problem now?"

"Is he bleeding out of his ears now because," Gojyo held up the disinfectant, "I could probably help him out with that."

Goku, forgetting what point he was about to make upon the interference of said disinfectant—Gojyo, would have to pick rubbing alcohol, wouldn't he? Probably figured out after a couple of tries that he couldn't drink it—screeched and in his hurry to get away from Gojyo fell off the bed bringing the covers and pillows with him.

He landed right on his ass and the yell following made Sanzo wince, made Gojyo stop shaking the bottle of rubbing alcohol at Goku menacingly, and made Hakkai rush forward to help Goku off the floor.

Goku ended up lying on his stomach on the ground with his ass in the air.

Sanzo, sitting at the table tried to look everywhere but at Goku—Goku's ass in particular—and Gojyo, smoking like a chimney made several references to Goku's position and the fact that he was no longer wearing pants.

Did he mention Goku wasn't wearing any pants?

Thankfully, Gojyo thought, he was still in his underwear.

"Dear Budda," Sanzo ignored Gojyo's stupidity in favor of smoking and looking up innocently up at the ceiling. Gojyo was now also looking up at the ceiling, his hands clasped together in prayer as he asked the Gods to hear him. "Please give me some of your luck and send a divine wind through here and remove Hakkai of his pants too."

Gojyo leered at Hakkai as the man was currently trying to heal Goku of his "special" injury. A task, that was actually quite difficult to perform with Goku's clothing in the way.

Gojyo, upon the completion of his wish, then clapped his hands twice and Sanzo was brought out of his determined staring to contemplate what the hell the kappa had just done, because one: the kappa was not standing in front of a shrine, ringing a bell, and offering up prayer for the new year and two: they weren't frickin' Japanese!

"I should ask for a camera next."

And Sanzo should ask for a fucking boulder to come crashing down from the sky.

"Ohh, a lot of pornos start this way, you know?" Gojyo was now nudging him with his elbow and nodding over at Hakkai and Goku. Sanzo tried not to picture it, but goddamn kappa had already set the picture in his mind with his incessant chortling.

Gojyo whistled low, "A guy could get a nosebleed from this." Cocking his head to one side, Gojyo watched Hakkai, on his hands and knees, at Goku's side as he gently pressed his hand on the boy's lower back and asked him if it hurt.

"I'm fine. Keep going." Goku said a little breathlessly.

Gojyo kicked Sanzo's leg under the table because that bit of dialogue was going to have a staring role in somebody's wet dreams later tonight and it sure as hell wasn't Gojyo's.

"Okay, I'm moving my hand lower." Hakkai said—Gojyo's imagination suddenly providing the pink blush staining Hakkai's cheeks because no good fantasy was without it.

Gojyo made a funny giggling noise that scared Sanzo more than it disturbed him. Then with a completely straight face that had been no where in sight during his ogling session seconds before, Gojyo turned to Sanzo and asked him, "So, was it you or Homura who devirginized Goku? Because if it was you. I'd have to say kudos to you. You big, big sicko."

Gojyo spun his cigarette over his knuckles, "And if it was the oh mighty war god, then I'd have to say I'm not surprised."

Sanzo continued to ignore Gojyo. It seemed safer. Although it would probably make the kappa's heart stop dead in his chest if he knew that it was both of them, at practically the same time that had done the "divirginizing." And fuck it, if the kappa had just made him think up a word that wasn't really a word.

He couldn't say he was surprised that Gojyo knew. The man was dense about certain things, but not when certain things dealt with sex. That was Gojyo's forte and Sanzo couldn't say he cared any more, not when Goku made a noise that was a cross between a hum and a moan.

He spilled some of the beer he was drinking on his pants.

"That feels good."

"Does it?"

"Can you move harder?"

"Here?"

"Yeah."

Gojyo, grinning like an idiot at Goku and Hakkai's stimulating conversation put his hand up. "High-five Sanzo."

There was no way in hell he would ever "high-five" Gojyo out in public or indoors for that matter. Right now if he was going to high-five anyone, he'd high five himself because those two were making seemingly innocent conversation and touches pornographic.

"You think if I shouted I'm a dirty, dirty boy Hakkai would pay attention to me?"

This was the most asinine conversation Sanzo had ever had with Gojyo, and that was saying a lot, considering this was…Gojyo.

"Fantasy Nurse Hakkai. The chronicle returns."

Gojyo was still holding out his hand for that high-five, and Sanzo wondered if he wouldn't mind if he used his gun to "high-five" him instead.

Goku giggled. "That tickles Hakkai."

Sanzo slapped his hand to his forehead.

Gojyo slapped one of his own hands to the one currently in the air for a successful high-five maneuver.

"I want to yell out Pillow Fight! But I don't know if they'd go for it right now."

Sanzo, getting up from his seat and putting distance between himself and the idiot went to go sit by the window. It was just safer that way.

Although, when he realized that his new seating arrangement gave him the perfect view of Goku sprawled out on the floor, he decided he was no longer in the safety zone. The safety zone, disturbingly enough, was probably where Gojyo was seated, smoking and coughing up his nonsense. It was certainly far away enough to discourage him from getting close ups and bird's eye views—zooming features—on certain…things.

The irony killed him. It really did. So much that he didn't want to retreat back to the safety zone, but stay here and continue to cater to his ego.

It had come to his attention that he—Genjyo Sanzo, Kouryuu the river rat, the "decoration" piece of temples and monasteries alike, pick whatever title—had had sex with Goku. And that, it was okay if he wanted to stare a little because he had seen more nose bleeding worthy things yesterday. Certainly things no one else but him—And HOMURA!—had been privy to.

So, keeping that in mind, he had every right to watch. He had every right to think his thoughts and form his own opinions and want…certain things.

It wasn't his fault. No one could blame him, and if they did, he'd ask them--the stupid assholes-- if they ever saw his charge, and then he'd ask them if they ever saw him naked. As in, with absolutely no clothes on. And panting! Did he forget to mention the panting, because if he did, then let him correct it now, by saying that a panting, submissive Goku was the ultimate temptation. You could try to resist it, but you'd only end up getting frustrated and a—little—crazy. And he'd had enough of those two emotions without Goku instilling them within him. This journey was enough to send him to the mad house.

Goku was now dropping his underwear and preparing to put on clean ones.

And Sanzo, without a reasonable excuse had cleared his throat and asked both Hakkai and Gojyo if they could leave the room.

Upon his request, he was met with an "I knew it!" from Hakkai, whose usual tact and manner had been flung out the window—possibly the one Sanzo was seated at—in favor of annoying the fuck out of him.

Hakkai was spending way too much time with Gojyo.

He would probably need to put an end to that in the near future.

He still kept his cool. Reminding them that they had supplies to get.

They left with Hakkai calling out that food was finished and Goku should get something in his system.

Gojyo said, smirking that something better not be Sanzo, and then the sick fucks closed the door behind them, as Gojyo cackled himself stupid—errr—while Hakkai called out "polite" farewells.

Goku, staring at the door and turning to him asked him if something was wrong with Gojyo and Hakkai.

"You now figuring that out."

Goku was still in his underwear and not making any moves to fix that. He sat on the bed and Sanzo, moving from his window seat came to his side.

"Are you okay?" He asked. It sounded really strange coming from him. He felt himself cringe at his attempt and then felt kind of annoyed that he couldn't just be normal about this.

Goku, upon his inquire, looked liked someone had told him he was a new race of bunny rabbit that could breath fire and only eat nothing but dirt.

And so the gaping hadn't stopped, even when Sanzo had rolled his eyes at his charge's exaggerated reaction—dammit he could be concerned. Why the hell was it such a fucking shock?—and restrained the urge to punch him. Fuck, using the fan. Too soft.

Goku, then catching his glare, shook himself out of his staring and collected his wits enough to offer him a nod. He smiled a little at him. "I'm okay." He said rubbing his sore behind. Sanzo felt guilty about that because he was the one—well half of the equation—that was responsible for Goku's "condition."

"I remember, you know." Goku said suddenly. His face serious and a little lost looking in the sunlight from the window.

Sanzo didn't say anything.

"I remember everything."

Sanzo continued to not say anything.

Goku, biting his lip and coming up to him, pulled on his robes. "Both of you were really nice to me."

And Sanzo didn't know why, but suddenly he was really angry. And really hurt. It stung. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He should have been relieved that Goku wasn't angry with him, or disgusted.

"I thought it was a dream."

He didn't know how it had happened but he currently had the front of Goku's shirt in both his hands, lifting him slightly so he was on his toes and facing him.

Goku gasped, taken by surprise by his sudden strength and quickness. The boy never having to go through this experience on the fact that he was strong, and no enemy, however tough had ever grabbed his like this.

"Let's get this straight, Goku." Another gasp came from him, because Sanzo never called him Goku, only when he was really serious. "I don't intend to play around with you anymore. If you like…Homura so damn much then you can run after him. But I'm not going to comfort you when he turns his back on you." He knew it was unfair, the things that he was saying, because if he knew Homura, the god would do no such thing. He was lying. He was trying to manipulate Goku's feelings. Make the boy not so much as choose between them, but choose him. Give him no choice in the matter.

"He doesn't love you." Not like I do.

"He doesn't care for you." Not like I've done and will continue to do.

"He doesn't understand you." Not like I have.

"He doesn't deserve you." I do! I deserve you more than anyone on this shithole of a planet. Me. Only me.

Goku's eyes are wide, the gold color shimmering with leashed tears.

Call him an asshole, but he couldn't help but do this to Goku. He couldn't help but break him of his feelings for the god, couldn't help but tear those emotions away by force and roughly.

He wasn't going to be gentle. It wasn't him. And he was trying to make a point.

"If you hang onto him, he's going to use you and toss you away."

He heard Goku sniffle. Felt the boy tense up in his arms and then go lax as the tears rolled down his face. Sanzo released him then, watched him cry and then sat on the bed and pulled Goku into his arms, so he could comfort him. Not Homura. But him.

He was being the biggest creep for using this method on Goku.

Make him cry, and then comfort him.

Fuck, when had he become so fucking cruel? So fucking demented?

Goku cried and hugged him tighter.

And suddenly, he felt every bit justified for his actions.

A/N: This chapter is really just a bi-polar mess. It has more mood swings that a bus load of pregnant women. I'd like to both congratulate and boo myself for doing that. It's a conflicted feeling. I might add on another chapter, because this just ended wherever. It will be considerably shorter though, and straighter to the point.