Chapter 3

Night Two

A/N: Short one.

"This is the exact problem I have with you."

Gojyo opened his eyes to watch the ghost sitting on his bed, her arms crossed and her expression set like a wife waiting for her unfaithful husband to return home. The girl currently kissing him paid no mind and continued to moan like a dirty whore.

"And you're drunk, so you obviously couldn't give two shits less." The apparition rose form the bed and was immediately across the room.

The redhead rolled his eyes and separated from the girl, "Come on girly. Don't be such a killjoy."

"What?" the brunette girl tugged at Gojyo's shirt and whined, "Aw, I thought we were having fun."

"Not you."

It was Nai's turn to roll her eyes. A chill settled on the room and the lights flickered, "Stop fucking around Gojyo."

The redhead simply managed to make it over to the lamp and turn the light off. He and his companion were at the bed when the light flickered on again, "Dammit girly, stop!"

The brunette with him huffed and separated from him. She crossed her arms and pouted like a child, "Fine!"

"Look, this isn't about you."

"Then who are you talking to?"

He stood up with a huff and snatched the cord from the wall. The lamp went out and the girl he was with was back around him like an ugly scarf.

"Fine. We'll do this your way."

Gojyo ignored her and continued with his nightly conquest. But something was off, the kisses were different. He puled back and glared throughout he dark, willing his eyes to see clearly. Green eyes were staring back at him although earlier the girls eyes were brown. He shouted and fell backwards onto the floor. The lights turned on and Nai smirked at him, as a solid as ever and looking only a touch out of place in the girls slinky red dress.

"Surprised?"

"Girly what the hell is this?"

"Possession I think." she looked over her own, very real, caramel skin and frowned at the girls red dress. "This is not my color at all."

"This isn't funny Nai."

"I'm not being funny Gojyo." She helped him off the floor, "This is what you want right?" The dressed turned black. Much more fitting for her.

He didn't say anything right away, just stared. Then eventually reached out and touched her thick hair. "It is you." he breathed.

"Sort of."

Gojyo lunged forward to kiss her again, tearing at the zipper on her back. Nai just chuckled as he drunkenly attempted to undress her, "So sloppy of you Gojyo. It figures though, you've always been sloppy when it came to females."

The sharp pain in his lower gut was reminiscent of a knee landing there and it hurt like all hell.

"That was really uncalled for."

"I don't think so."

He stood up and brushed himself off, noticing the woman was back in her denim shorts and white tee, "And what's with calling me sloppy?"

"It's the truth. You don't think first. Like that one time…"

"What time?"

Nai pointed over his shoulder, "That time."

Gojyo recognized this bar and he recognized the red-head sitting across the room. He couldn't remember her name, but he definitely remembered that moment in their journey. Nai bumped into him as she moved past him, "You just had to try and save her sad pathetic life and she left your ass hanging in the breeze, just like I told you she would."

"But Nai."

"But what? You felt sorry for her because she's like you?" She crossed her arms and walked to join the rest of their party, shaking their heads at the table, "not every halfbreed leads a boring and pathetic life. You don't."

"What the hell is the kappa up to?"

Nai shrugged. Falling into the routine of that night, fitting snugly into Gojyo's memory of this moment in time. "What do you think he's up to?"

She sat down and put her arm over the back of Sanzo's chair and picked up her beer. She looked over her shoulder at Gojyo and nodded in the direction of the girl. He started towards her but stopped. He didn't need to relive this one. He didn't. He remembered it just fine.

Gojyo marched to the table and snatched Nai out of her chair. "What the hell!"

The rest of the ikkou hardly noticed the commotion and continued talking until they vanished into nothing. Nai and Gojyo stood alone in vast white space, just staring at each other.

"You loved me." The hanyou blurted out.

"Excuse me?!"

"You cared about me like I cared about you and you didn't say anything! You just died on me!"

The white room went black, "I died on you! Are you serious?! How do you tell a man that sleeps with every other woman that you want him for yourself! That watching him with women that could never give him anything other than sex, that could never understand him, was literally killing you anyway! If I had said something to you, Gojyo, would you have changed for me?"

"Nai-"

"Would you have stopped fucking everything on two legs for me!"

The hanyou fell silent and just looked at her, working up the nerve to ask his own question, "Would you have stopped loving Sanzo for me?"

The anger in her eyes was instantly gone. "Is that what this is about? You never said anything to me because of Sanzo?"

"Please answer the question."

She stepped closer to him, "I stopped loving Sanzo a long time ago. I couldn't keep hurting behind waiting for him. I just couldn't. He didn't love me Gojyo, not like you did… not like you do."

Gojyo's eyes burned and he felt her step even closer as he reached up to rub them with the backs of his hands. "This doesn't get us anywhere."

Nai's face was a mess of wet streaks when he lowered his hands. She shook her head, "But it does. Can you let me go now that you've told me how you felt Gojyo?"

He pulled her into his arms, suddenly a mess of sobs, "I can't!"

The woman held him back tightly, "You have to."