Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ Inferiority Complex ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Navi99 
Things finally click for Gojyo. Mature content please don't read unless you are of age. m x m sexual relations (further in the story).
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.05.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 764 | Status: Work In Progress
Things finally click for Gojyo. Mature content please don't read unless you are of age. m x m sexual relations (further in the story).
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.05.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 764 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Saiyuki, nor am I making any profit from this.
A/N: Yay! Another review! Wow I was very excited about getting another one and particularly thrilled because it was from Befanini and I absolutely love her fics!! If you like GojyoxSanzo you definitely need to check out her stuff. It was thanks to that review that I was inspired to write Ch. 3, despite this being finals week - I hadn‘t planned on updating until they were over. I’m starting to detect a pattern here =) Please review to tell me what you think, whether you like the fic or not.
A big THANKS to Befanini. This chapter is for you.
Chapter 3: Inferiority Complex
“Damn, out of shampoo.” Gojyo flicked his wet hair out his face impatiently. He wished he’d realized that before getting into the shower.
He was about to get out when he noticed a small bottle sitting innocently on the tub’s rim.
Wonder if it’s Hakkai’s.
But no, Hakkai didn’t use - he stopped to sniff the bottle - strawberry scented hair products.
It took a minute before he did a double-take.
If Hakkai doesn’t own this . . . does that mean- no, it couldn’t be!
Gojyo sniggered to himself thinking about that damned nasty monk using something as pure and innocent - not to mention girly - as strawberry scented shampoo.
He’d have to remember to give that bastard hell for it later on.
Gojyo had been looking for pretty much any excuse to piss off Sanzo after their first meeting.
He remembered with a twinge of humiliation how that insufferable blonde had laughed condescendingly when Gojyo’d finally connected the dots.
+ + + + + +
“Gojyo, allow me to introduce you to Sanzo. Sanzo meet Gojyo.”
Gojyo could only stare in stunned disbelief then.
This chick - guy, he amended, had been the one to beat him up!!?
He rose angrily from his seat to tower over the slighter form of the other man.
“What’s the deal you bastard!? The only reason I’m here now is ‘cuz you fucking took advantage when I let down my guard and you got in a cheap shot. And that only happened because I thought you were a woman.”
“Oh? And I’m to blame because women are such a rarity in your life that you confuse me for one?”
“Shut your mouth! I’ll have you know my reputation with the ladies is legendary.” Gojyo announced proudly.
The blonde snorted.
“Hey it’s your fault I confused you for a woman you cross-dressing bozo. You’re wearing a freaking dress, after all”
“Are you too stupid to even recognize monk’s robes you simpleton!?” Sanzo growled, clenching his fists.
“You, a monk? That’s rich!”
“Do you wanna die?”
“Now, now you two. This isn’t the best way to-”
“Bring it on, Blondie,” Gojyo sneered, deliberately letting his gaze rove Sanzo’s body contemptuously. “Now that I know you’re not a woman I wont be pulling my punches and you wont be gettin’ off any more cheap shots either.”
“Really Gojyo, is it necessary to threaten a-”
“Yeah! Alright! Fight! Fight!”
“Goku! The last thing these two need is encouragement!”
Hakkai made a valiant attempt to interject himself between the incensed men only to have Sanzo push him out of the way. The monk stood toe-to-toe with Gojyo, violet eyes glaring defiantly into crimson.
“You really think I’ll succumb so easily? Ha! Don’t underestimate me.”
“Suck cum? I’m sure you’d like to, Blondie, but I don’t swing that way.”
Hakkai barely managed to wedge himself between them before Sanzo launched himself at Gojyo, murder in his eyes.
“Let me go! I’m going to fucking kill him!!”
“I know, Sanzo. That is precisely the catastrophe I am hoping to avert. Think of how inconvenient it would be to try to stash the body.”
“I’ll leave that to the monkey,” Sanzo growled, the fury in his eyes undiminished, “he can eat the son of bitch for all I care.”
“Hakkai! What the hell do you mean inconvenien-”
It was then that it had hit Gojyo. Squarely between the eyes. Without the benefit of a helmet. And with the force of a mule’s kick.
Hakkai was still struggling to subdue a cursing Sanzo - now with Goku’s help - and spared his friend only a temporary glare - the kind that promised retribution later.
“Gojyo I suggest you behave yourself for quite some time to come - at present I’d like nothing better than to let Sanzo do as he wishes.”
Gojyo suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to sit down and close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere pleasant. It had never worked before but there was a first time for everything right?
“Hakkai,” the redhead called faintly.
“What!?” Hakkai snapped, having received an elbow to the gut.
“What was your friend’s name again? The one who’s supposed to be moving in with us?”
Sanzo stopped struggling and turned horrified eyes to Hakkai.
The green-eyed man chuckled dryly, though Gojyo could read no amusement behind it.
“Let’s do this again shall we?” Hakkai asked, releasing the blonde and smoothing a hand down his shirt, “Gojyo, allow me to introduce you to my friends. This is Sanzo, whom I spoke to you about earlier. This,” he said turning to the kid, “is Goku. They are our new housemates.”
And with that little bombshell Hakkai left the room.
+ + + + + +
Gojyo chuckled remembering the stunned and dismayed looks he’d shared with the other two.
Well, it had stopped the fighting as nothing else probably could have.
He emptied the bottle of shampoo into his hands and happily lathered up his hair, making sure to use every last drop of the sweet-smelling soap. Sure it was a petty form of revenge but he’d work with what he was given. Besides he wouldn’t put it past that damned monk to do the same.
Monk, he nearly busted a gut laughing whenever he remembered that particular little detail.
He still could not believe that a person who gambled, drank, and swore as much as the droopy eyed priest (he‘d become acquainted with some of Sanzo’s vices) could be anything but ungodly. Hell, the so-called holy man could probably give the redhead a run for his money, and that was saying something.
The priestly life must have gone through a dramatic change in recent years. Not that Gojyo knew anything about monks really, but weren’t they supposed to be the holiest of the holy? Pious and virtuous and all that good stuff? Not to mention bald and ugly.
Whoever had let Sanzo into the order needed to be locked up in a padded room. And they needed to get their eyes checked.
Sanzo is definitely far from ugly.
The redhead resolutely decided he had not heard that tiny voice in his head - absolutely not.
* * * * * *
Gojyo glanced at the figure silhouetted against the setting sun. He’d come out to the small balcony to smoke only to find his royal pain in the ass already invading the space.
Great.
He slid the screen door open and stepped outside, filling his lungs with the crisp night air and lit up.
Sanzo had turned momentarily to face him, but seeing Gojyo he decided to go on pretending he was alone.
Bastard monk. Fucking dismissing me every time I’m anywhere near him.
“So . . . Sanzo, you doin’ anything tonight?”
“. . .”
“Really?”
“. . .”
“Nope, I didn’t catch that flick. Movies aren’t really my thing, ya know? But chicks? Now there’s a different story.”
*Twitch*
“You got a girlfriend, Sanzo? Wait - you’re a monk. Are monks even allowed to have girlfriends?”
*Scowl*
“How’d you end up as a monk anyway? You sure as hell aren’t the type to turn the other cheek - or however the hell that saying goes.”
“Idiot.”
Gojyo’s eyes narrowed, his teeth clenching until he worried he might chip one.
“Hey,” he continued casually - well as casually as he could with clenched teeth, “does that mean that the great Sanzo’s never gotten laid?”
Sanzo turned with a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t particularly feel the need to set an all-time record for the number of people bedded in order to help with an inferiority complex regarding my masculinity, no. Why do you ask?”
Gojyo’s jaw dropped. “Who’s got a masculine inferiority complex?”
Sanzo merely blinked innocently at him.
Someone really ought to tell him that look doesn’t work too well with him, Gojyo thought.
“What makes you think I was referring to you? I don’t believe I mentioned any names.”
“You damn well better not have meant me, monk!”
“Like I said, I didn’t mention names.” Sanzo crushed out his smoke and headed inside. “But if the shoe fits . . .”
“Bastard!”
Gojyo chose to ignore the strange fluttering that seemed to have erupted in his belly when Sanzo had turned to smirk at him before delivering his parting shot.
Must be indigestion.
A/N: Yay! Another review! Wow I was very excited about getting another one and particularly thrilled because it was from Befanini and I absolutely love her fics!! If you like GojyoxSanzo you definitely need to check out her stuff. It was thanks to that review that I was inspired to write Ch. 3, despite this being finals week - I hadn‘t planned on updating until they were over. I’m starting to detect a pattern here =) Please review to tell me what you think, whether you like the fic or not.
A big THANKS to Befanini. This chapter is for you.
Chapter 3: Inferiority Complex
“Damn, out of shampoo.” Gojyo flicked his wet hair out his face impatiently. He wished he’d realized that before getting into the shower.
He was about to get out when he noticed a small bottle sitting innocently on the tub’s rim.
Wonder if it’s Hakkai’s.
But no, Hakkai didn’t use - he stopped to sniff the bottle - strawberry scented hair products.
It took a minute before he did a double-take.
If Hakkai doesn’t own this . . . does that mean- no, it couldn’t be!
Gojyo sniggered to himself thinking about that damned nasty monk using something as pure and innocent - not to mention girly - as strawberry scented shampoo.
He’d have to remember to give that bastard hell for it later on.
Gojyo had been looking for pretty much any excuse to piss off Sanzo after their first meeting.
He remembered with a twinge of humiliation how that insufferable blonde had laughed condescendingly when Gojyo’d finally connected the dots.
+ + + + + +
“Gojyo, allow me to introduce you to Sanzo. Sanzo meet Gojyo.”
Gojyo could only stare in stunned disbelief then.
This chick - guy, he amended, had been the one to beat him up!!?
He rose angrily from his seat to tower over the slighter form of the other man.
“What’s the deal you bastard!? The only reason I’m here now is ‘cuz you fucking took advantage when I let down my guard and you got in a cheap shot. And that only happened because I thought you were a woman.”
“Oh? And I’m to blame because women are such a rarity in your life that you confuse me for one?”
“Shut your mouth! I’ll have you know my reputation with the ladies is legendary.” Gojyo announced proudly.
The blonde snorted.
“Hey it’s your fault I confused you for a woman you cross-dressing bozo. You’re wearing a freaking dress, after all”
“Are you too stupid to even recognize monk’s robes you simpleton!?” Sanzo growled, clenching his fists.
“You, a monk? That’s rich!”
“Do you wanna die?”
“Now, now you two. This isn’t the best way to-”
“Bring it on, Blondie,” Gojyo sneered, deliberately letting his gaze rove Sanzo’s body contemptuously. “Now that I know you’re not a woman I wont be pulling my punches and you wont be gettin’ off any more cheap shots either.”
“Really Gojyo, is it necessary to threaten a-”
“Yeah! Alright! Fight! Fight!”
“Goku! The last thing these two need is encouragement!”
Hakkai made a valiant attempt to interject himself between the incensed men only to have Sanzo push him out of the way. The monk stood toe-to-toe with Gojyo, violet eyes glaring defiantly into crimson.
“You really think I’ll succumb so easily? Ha! Don’t underestimate me.”
“Suck cum? I’m sure you’d like to, Blondie, but I don’t swing that way.”
Hakkai barely managed to wedge himself between them before Sanzo launched himself at Gojyo, murder in his eyes.
“Let me go! I’m going to fucking kill him!!”
“I know, Sanzo. That is precisely the catastrophe I am hoping to avert. Think of how inconvenient it would be to try to stash the body.”
“I’ll leave that to the monkey,” Sanzo growled, the fury in his eyes undiminished, “he can eat the son of bitch for all I care.”
“Hakkai! What the hell do you mean inconvenien-”
It was then that it had hit Gojyo. Squarely between the eyes. Without the benefit of a helmet. And with the force of a mule’s kick.
Hakkai was still struggling to subdue a cursing Sanzo - now with Goku’s help - and spared his friend only a temporary glare - the kind that promised retribution later.
“Gojyo I suggest you behave yourself for quite some time to come - at present I’d like nothing better than to let Sanzo do as he wishes.”
Gojyo suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to sit down and close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere pleasant. It had never worked before but there was a first time for everything right?
“Hakkai,” the redhead called faintly.
“What!?” Hakkai snapped, having received an elbow to the gut.
“What was your friend’s name again? The one who’s supposed to be moving in with us?”
Sanzo stopped struggling and turned horrified eyes to Hakkai.
The green-eyed man chuckled dryly, though Gojyo could read no amusement behind it.
“Let’s do this again shall we?” Hakkai asked, releasing the blonde and smoothing a hand down his shirt, “Gojyo, allow me to introduce you to my friends. This is Sanzo, whom I spoke to you about earlier. This,” he said turning to the kid, “is Goku. They are our new housemates.”
And with that little bombshell Hakkai left the room.
+ + + + + +
Gojyo chuckled remembering the stunned and dismayed looks he’d shared with the other two.
Well, it had stopped the fighting as nothing else probably could have.
He emptied the bottle of shampoo into his hands and happily lathered up his hair, making sure to use every last drop of the sweet-smelling soap. Sure it was a petty form of revenge but he’d work with what he was given. Besides he wouldn’t put it past that damned monk to do the same.
Monk, he nearly busted a gut laughing whenever he remembered that particular little detail.
He still could not believe that a person who gambled, drank, and swore as much as the droopy eyed priest (he‘d become acquainted with some of Sanzo’s vices) could be anything but ungodly. Hell, the so-called holy man could probably give the redhead a run for his money, and that was saying something.
The priestly life must have gone through a dramatic change in recent years. Not that Gojyo knew anything about monks really, but weren’t they supposed to be the holiest of the holy? Pious and virtuous and all that good stuff? Not to mention bald and ugly.
Whoever had let Sanzo into the order needed to be locked up in a padded room. And they needed to get their eyes checked.
Sanzo is definitely far from ugly.
The redhead resolutely decided he had not heard that tiny voice in his head - absolutely not.
* * * * * *
Gojyo glanced at the figure silhouetted against the setting sun. He’d come out to the small balcony to smoke only to find his royal pain in the ass already invading the space.
Great.
He slid the screen door open and stepped outside, filling his lungs with the crisp night air and lit up.
Sanzo had turned momentarily to face him, but seeing Gojyo he decided to go on pretending he was alone.
Bastard monk. Fucking dismissing me every time I’m anywhere near him.
“So . . . Sanzo, you doin’ anything tonight?”
“. . .”
“Really?”
“. . .”
“Nope, I didn’t catch that flick. Movies aren’t really my thing, ya know? But chicks? Now there’s a different story.”
*Twitch*
“You got a girlfriend, Sanzo? Wait - you’re a monk. Are monks even allowed to have girlfriends?”
*Scowl*
“How’d you end up as a monk anyway? You sure as hell aren’t the type to turn the other cheek - or however the hell that saying goes.”
“Idiot.”
Gojyo’s eyes narrowed, his teeth clenching until he worried he might chip one.
“Hey,” he continued casually - well as casually as he could with clenched teeth, “does that mean that the great Sanzo’s never gotten laid?”
Sanzo turned with a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t particularly feel the need to set an all-time record for the number of people bedded in order to help with an inferiority complex regarding my masculinity, no. Why do you ask?”
Gojyo’s jaw dropped. “Who’s got a masculine inferiority complex?”
Sanzo merely blinked innocently at him.
Someone really ought to tell him that look doesn’t work too well with him, Gojyo thought.
“What makes you think I was referring to you? I don’t believe I mentioned any names.”
“You damn well better not have meant me, monk!”
“Like I said, I didn’t mention names.” Sanzo crushed out his smoke and headed inside. “But if the shoe fits . . .”
“Bastard!”
Gojyo chose to ignore the strange fluttering that seemed to have erupted in his belly when Sanzo had turned to smirk at him before delivering his parting shot.
Must be indigestion.