Yahoo! I can fly! Wait a minute... I'm a monkey demon, I shouldn't be able to fly... And with that thought, I began to fall. I fell for so long that I forgot all I knew, every thing that happened in my life since I was taken from my prison disappeared from my head. How had I got here? Where was here? Hey! I'm awake! I opened my eyes slowly. Beside me there was a man with blonde hair. He looked at me and I noticed his purple eyes. Konzen! Wait, no... My memories were slow to respond. His name was... Sanzo!

I tried to call his name, but all that came out was air. What the hell was wrong with me? I tried again, but no sound escaped my mouth. I couldn't speak! Sanzo seemed to notice that something was wrong.

"Goku. What's wrong?"

I pointed to my mouth as I tried again to speak. Frowning the priest handed me a cup of water. I took a sip. The liquid burned my throat as it went down... And as it came up again. I winced as Sanzo looked into his now vomit-filled lap. I tried to apologize, I really did, but all that came out of my mouth was more vomit.

"Hakkai!" yelled Sanzo. I felt him put his hand on my head. He began to stroke my hair in an un-Sanzo like manner. He stopped when a man walked into the room.

"Goku!" The man called. He was familiar. I couldn't quite remember where I'd seen him before though. As if he read my mind, he asked. "Goku, do you know where you are?"

I shook my head.

"Hm, do you know who I am?"

Again I shook my head. I saw a hurt look in his eyes.

"Ok. Do you know who he is?" He pointed to Sanzo. I nodded my head. This confused the brown haired man. "Can you say your name?" I shook my head. I wanted to! I really did, but I couldn't.

"Ok, do you know your own name?" I nodded. "But you can't say it?" I shook my head. "Alright. What happens when you try to talk?" I pointed at Sanzo's lap. The brunette grimaced. "I see. Sanzo, why don't you go get cleaned up?" The blonde priest nodded and left.

"Ok Goku, hopefully your memories will return soon. That at least shouldn't be permanent. But I'm not sure if your voice will return. I made a distressed sound. I didn't want to not be able to talk! The man put a small chalk board and some chalk on my lap. "Until we find a better way, I'm afraid you'll have to use this to communicate. I nodded in understanding. I took the chalk and wrote with an unsteady hand.

'What is your name?' The man smiled sadly.

"Hakkai, Cho Hakkai." That struck a bell. He must have noticed that I was remembering something for he asked me. "Do you know me?"

'You were once the infamous Cho Gonou? You killed a thousand demons and turned into one yourself?'

"Yes, that's me. You remember?" I nodded.

'Hey Hakkai,"

"Yes?"

'I'm hungry.' My friend laughed.

"Then let's get you some food."