Disclaimer: I...um...
Hakkai (gently): Just say it.
Me: I...I...
Hakkai: You can do it! Come on!
Me: I...I DON'T OWN SAIYUKI!! :takes deep breath:
Hakkai: Feel better now?
Me: No...
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Sanzo woke, and instantly regretted it. The events of yesterday crashed upon him like a waterfall, effectively rooting him in place. Slowly he turned his head to stare at the wall.
"Stupid monkey," he muttered.
In the next room, Goku sneezed and looked around in alarm.
There was a knock at Sanzo's door. "Sanzo? Are you ready?" came Hakkai's voice. "Breakfast."
Sanzo settled the Maten Scripture over his shoulders and opened the door. Hakkai smiled – or, well, was smiling. "Good morning, Sanzo! How did you sleep?"
Terrible. Night had been filled with strange thoughts and horrible visions of Gojyo, Hakkai, and, most importantly, Goku. He was bound to spill the secret of that rainy night, the stupid monkey. The question wasn't if, it was when.
After that, what would happen? It didn't seem like Goku hated him, but…
Sanzo finally answered with a simple "Fine." And Hakkai accepted that with a nod.
I've always been good at lying, Sanzo thought tiredly. Masking my emotions is child's play. At this point, I'm not sure if it's a blessing or a curse…
After breakfast was eaten and paid for, the four had packed into the jeep, and they were headed once more to the west, Gojyo broached the subject that Sanzo had dreaded since waking.
"So, Goku," hinted Gojyo, "about that kiss…"
Goku, too (contrary to the monk's belief) had been thinking last night as well. His sleepless, night, however, had been filled with the unending question: did he love Sanzo?
He had never had love defined to him before. What was it, exactly? Was it just a feeling? Or was it something more, a yearning, a longing, an urge? Goku wasn't sure. Was love even definable?
Having no answers to these questions, Goku's train of thought ploughed on ahead. How did he feel about Sanzo? He wanted Sanzo, he knew that much. No, it wasn't that. He needed Sanzo. How could he possibly live without his sun? Even is his sun smoked, yelled at him, and beat him with the fan, he still needed him. And all those things made Sanzo who he was, anyway. Without those, he wouldn't be Sanzo. Goku needed him, and all his smoking, and yelling, and fan beating. It wasn't something that occurred to him, or that needed to be thought about. It simply…was.
So did he love Sanzo? Was love simply another need, like food and water (but mostly food), except a need for the person you loved? If it was, Goku was fairly sure he loved Sanzo.
But admitting it inside his mind was a far cry from telling Sanzo. While it was true that it was Sanzo who had started the kiss – Goku shivered in pleasure at the memory - he seemed to regret doing so, and hadn't spoken to Goku all morning (although that in itself wasn't that unusual). Should he just come out and say it? "I love you, Sanzo!"
Goku remembered the glare Sanzo had so pointedly aimed at him last night. Now wasn't the best time, he decided wisely. But what was he supposed to tell Gojyo?
Luckily he was saved from answering by another of the now common demon attacks, beginning with the usual shouts of "Give us the scripture, Sanzo party!" With three resigned sighs and an irritated 'tch' they climbed out of the jeep.
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Sanzo exhaled slowly, watching the smoke gently curl around his fingers and cigarette dangling between them before drifting lazily into the cloudy sky. It didn't look like rain, but the clouds still covered the sky with a blanket of grey. The sun, having finally given up and realizing its golden rays were not going to pierce the thickness of clouds, had settled itself moodily behind the clouds and was very occasionally seen. This had caused the town to be cloaked in a gentle dusk that was growing steadily darker as sunset approached. Sanzo sighed, releasing another plume of smoke. During dinner he had shoved all thoughts of Goku out of his mind. (Well, not all thoughts of him. that'd be impossible for Sanzo.) Glaring out the window, Sanzo wished he could avoid all his problems, especially the ones with Goku (which seemed to be all of them). He sighed once again. If wishes were wings… (pigs would fly, is the end to that saying, in case you were wondering -Pennatus)
There came a knock at the door and a tentative voice. "Ah…Sanzo…"
The stupid chibi saru! What was he doing here? Didn't he realize he was the root of his problems? Tch. He was so stupid he probably didn't realize that. Sanzo resolutely forced down any feelings that Goku might've roused. No, he was not happy that Goku had come to see him, nor was he afraid of this confrontation. Dammit all, he wasn't!
"Sanzo?"
"What do you want?" he snapped, surprised at the harshness of his own voice.
There was a pause, a long one, and then the door creaked open and there stood Goku, in all his chocolate haired, golden eyed, breathtakingly beautiful innocence. Sweet Goddess, just looking at this stupid monkey aroused feelings somehow foreign and yet delightful inside him. How could one person make him feel so confused?
Goku took a deep breath and blinked furiously as though he was about to dive off a high cliff.
"Um, Sanzo…about last night, and the kiss…"
Well, here it was. The moment Sanzo had dreaded since Goku had caused his skin to spark just by touch. Heck, since he had met Goku. He braced himself for tears, for dismissal, for refusal, rejection, and the imminent pain the monk would wallow in for weeks to come. He braced himself for every response – except for the one he got.
"I…I love you Sanzo!" And Goku hunched his shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut, as though preparing to be hit.
But Sanzo could do nothing but stare. What? The monkey…had confessed his love to him? Did the idiot even know what love was?
Sanzo couldn't contain the feeling clawing its way up inside his chest. Joy. Pure, sparkling joy. It definitely wasn't a feeling he was used to, but he could recognize it. He was so euphorically happy the monkey loved him he was disgusted with himself. But relieved, too. Relieved beyond reason.
Sanzo felt himself take a step closer, lessening the distance between them. "Do you know what you're talking about, monkey? Do you really know?"
Goku swallowed, nervous but eager. Eager for another kiss, if Sanzo would relent. Nervous of Sanzo's reaction. "I know what I feel, Sanzo. And if love is the feeling of wanting something really, really bad…then I love you!"
Sanzo took another stride closer. Their faces were inches apart. Sanzo could feel his skin tingling in eager anticipation. He was fairly sure that even if he wanted to stop (which he didn't) he wouldn't have been able to. He slammed his palm onto the wood behind Goku's head. Goku flinched, but didn't look away from those hypnotizing violet eyes.
"I love you, Sanzo," Goku repeated, his voice now lower than a whisper.
Sanzo brought his left hand to Goku's chin and lifted Goku's head, little flashes of heat coursing through his body. Goku's eyes were half-closed in solicitous suspense, his lips parted slightly. Sanzo didn't disappoint him.
They kissed.
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So? How was that? Longer, no? Yes? I think so. And with that, I believe I shall end Electrifying Touch. I know, I know, it's a terrible ending, but…well…see, I wrote this lemon for a friend of mine as the end of the story, but it was reeeaaaaaally bad, and she described it as more of a half lemon. You'd understand if you read it…but I don't think I'm going to post it. Sorry, I guess. Seriously, though, it's so bad. Getting off the subject of my hapless writing…what do you think? This story is kind of like an extended one-shot, isn't it? Huh…well. REVIEW PLEASE! I love everyone who reviews, and I always try to reply! Your faithful writer…
