Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Gunlock Fan Fiction ❯ Enough is Enough ❯ Recall ( Chapter 2 )

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Recall

 

I walked almost the whole morning off, sweat beading on my forehead and my stomach was grumbling like hell. I'm barely surviving walking with an empty stomach as it is but having to be reminded of Sanzo where ever I go is double the hell I'm going through. Just a while ago, the sound of crushing paper beneath my feet made me stop only to find out that I had stepped on a crumpled pack of Marlboros, the tobacco scent wafting through the air and embracing me like a cold wind.

 

Sanzo always smelled like that, smoky but sweet at the same time. Damn it! Just stop thinking about the guy and move on, if I continue this I'll be crying again in no time.

 

But I couldn't stop thinking about him, about the blond demi-god that took me in years ago. I couldn't stop remembering the times we were together. I have to admit those times were great. In our `alone' time, he was pretty nice and sweet to me. He'd comb my hair and rub my shoulders because I was too tired from all the playing around I usually did. He told me he wanted to rest his mind from all the reading his been doing all day. He'd take me out to small restaurants and order meat buns of different flavors and sizes. He was nice to me, maybe he even loved me.

 

Well maybe he just got bored of little ole me. Maybe he'd go find himself a clean new monkey with new neat tricks, one that didn't blabber like me.

 

Crap, why do I always have to cry when I remember that bastard?! I wiped the newly sprung tears in my eyes, trying harder to focus on the road I was taking. Half-way down the road, my stomach grumbled for the nth time and I just had to sit down and rest. For some strange reason, I shielded my head from an attack. But the harisen never landed on my head and I realized that I was unconsciously protecting myself from Sanzo's beating. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not but it was a sure sign that I had gotten accustomed to it. Again, if that's a positive thing I'm not quite sure. Back at the temple, Sanzo would let me play around him in the office. He'd give me scraps of paper and I'd fold it into paper airplanes. He'd stop and watch me, gather up the paper planes and fly some himself. He told me that they only fly on a blue sky. I nodded and said that it looks prettier that way because you get to see how wide the sky really is. He stared at me, yes he did and I think he smiled or something.

 

But that was before, before, before! This is now, Goku! Now as in the reality of all things is now! There's no use in drawing back to before. What you should do is pick yourself up and continue walking.

 

Continue walking to where? I stood up and looked around. Behind me was the town we had stopped over for a few days but before me was an endless horizon of dirt. Traveling on Hakuryu made the ride seem long but on foot it would be impossible. And besides, even if I did survive walking down the path of hell, where will I go? Work, I guess would be the answer to the question I had just asked. I'll probably work as a helper in some kitchen so I could get free food. I could always sleep under some tree and survive. Satisfied that I had a plan, I continued walking.

 

After a few minutes of walking, I could feel the sun beating down on me mercilessly. How ironic, even at night my sun would beat down at me mercilessly. I stifled a sob when I remembered the first time I saw that beautiful sun. He had his arms outstretched towards me, his fingers slender and firm around mine and slowly he hoisted me out of the walls of the prison. His warm embrace as he carried me down the mountain felt like the sunrise, warm and sweet and mind you tingly all over. And as he tucked me in that night to sleep, I promised myself I'd never let the sun out of my sight.

 

Yeah right. *sniff* what a half-thought lame-assed promise that was. Shit. I'm so not cool at the moment.

 

To Be Continued…