Just Some Random Saiyuki
One of Those Days
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, m'kay?
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Newspaper of worldly crap? Check.
Daily nicotine? Check.
Easing tea? Check.
Reading glasses? Check.
Everything was in order and yet Sanzo felt something was missing. The weather was just the way he liked it—he wasn't sweating his ass off, nor was he experiencing what it's like to live in Antarctica. The lighting was just right—the sun was not shining its rays of hell in his eyes or paper, nor was it getting mobbed by dark clouds of doom.
Sanzo simply chose to ignore his uneasy feeling and proceeded to continue reading his newspaper, puffing on his cancer stick and occasionally sipping tea. The world was just the way he liked it everyday but why not today of all days wasn't it?
He began tapping his foot rhythmically to distract himself and help him focus on his comfort zone.
That definitely didn't work.
Next he tried to just focus all of his attention on the distinct flavor of Marlboro and the way the certain article he was reading was written.
That, too, helped in no way.
He sighed in defeat and decided today was just one of days. He'll figure out what his damned body really wanted probably later on in the day.
Sanzo folded his newspaper in a perfect square and rose from his chair, but was stopped midway by an obnoxious "Sanzo!" and the door being pushed open with a strong force that made it bang against the wall and possibly cracked it.
"You damned monkey! Get back here!" Gojyo furiously yelled from some distance away.
Goku shrieked and ran behind Sanzo. "Sanzo, help me!"
"I found you and now I'm going to beat you senseless." The villainous cockroach smirked and quickly stampeded over to his prey. Just as he was moments away, a white fan slammed down on his head and stopped him in his tracks. Next the white contraption of hell hit the monkey.
"What was that for?" They cried in unison through tears.
"Take your pointless squabbles somewhere else!"
"… Squabbles?" Goku repeated confused on why anyone would use that word.
"Only old people use that word," Gojyo snickered.
Sanzo once again smacked them with his fan and made them scurry out of his room.
"Tch," he took out a cigarette and got back to what he was doing. He felt comfortable this time as he read as if a heavy pile labeled 'stress' had been lifted off of him and he soon realized why.
Those two…? he thought. He ducked his head and covered his eyes with his bangs as he smiled softly.
Today was just one of those days.
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So, yeah, Sanzo… surprisingly, this was much easier than I thought and I had much fun writing this. Everyone knows Sanzo secretly appreciates Gojyo's and Goku's arguments!
Review and make me happy, please!