A/N sorry folks! This is the last chapter... grab a hanky coz your gonna need it. Don't worry, the rest of my stories aren't as bad if you wanna read em... anybody into roleplay?
Here's the depressing end to I didn't realize... enjoy... and review?
As Sanzo looked into the distance, I wrote a reply. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I stopped writing and looked up. There, stood at the door, was a large person. He had a gun aimed at me. My heart froze. I had a feeling that that gun was a banishing gun. It was deadly to humans, and twice as deadly to demons. I was a demon. I heard Sanzo calling for Hakkai and Gojyo.
"Die demon scum!" The man yelled and fired his gun. My breath caught in my chest as I realized that I was about to die. I waited for the bullet to penetrate my skin, to go through my chest and kill me painfully. But the bullet never came.
As quick as a flash, Sanzo jumped in front of me, shooting our enemy as the bullet went through his own chest. I tried to scream, my voice wouldn't work, even now, when all I wanted to do was call for a healer.
Sanzo fell to the ground, a pool of blood forming around his chest. Quickly I slid off my bed and hurried to his side. I lifted his head on to my lap. His eyes were closed as I placed my hands over his wound. Tears obstructed my vision as I tried desperately to heal him. I couldn't let him down. I just couldn't.
"Goku," Sanzo whispered. "Stop. You're still not healed from last time." He smiled slightly. "Stop trying to kill yourself. It's not healthy." That bastard. Didn't he know it hurt like hell to watch him die, knowing full well that there was no way that I could heal him. He tried to speak, but only a gurgle escaped his lips. He tried again, and this time managed to say three words before he went limp and died in my arms.
By the time Gojyo and Hakkai reached my room, Sanzo was dead and I was dead on the inside.
I didn't tell them what his last words were, even after we found his diary, even when my voice returned. Now, five years later, we finally come home. We had stopped Gumaou in his name and for his memory. Even now, it still hurts to talk about him, but I do, for his memory.
Now, for the first time I am ready to say what his last words were, now, as I tell the story to Gojyo's son, Koryuu.
"And then he whispered three little words before he died in my arms."
"But master Goku, what were the words he said to you?"
"I love you."
THE END
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