Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of the Recalled Souls ❯ Monkey Stay, Monkey Do ( Chapter 2 )

 

The Story of the Recalled Souls

 

Chapter 2: Monkey Stay, Monkey Do

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki or Journey to the West.

 

=Bang=

 

Goku bounced up and down merrily on the motel's dingy bed. “NOW THE WAR IS OVER, MUSSOLINI'S DEAD, HE WANT'S TO GO TO HEAVEN WITH A CROWN UPON HIS HEAD! BUT THE LORD SAYS `NO.' HE'S GOT TO STAY BELOW! HE'S ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO GO!” she sang loud enough for Sanzo to hear in the shower, from where Sanzo smirked lightly.

 

He had been slightly concerned the child would behave like an untamed animal, lash out when they tried to get her into the motel room. But instead she had just clung to Sanzo like glue, refusing to room with Hakkai or Gojyo. He couldn't really understand why she had refused to room with Hakkai, because he was as good as they come. (maybe) Refusing to room with Joe, on the other hand Sanzo could understand, that was just common sense. Joe was a fucking perv. “Or…Gojyo now.” He corrected himself mentally.

 

“The new names fit us better than the others did.” He smirked again, for some reason the new names seemed somehow familiar. He turned off the shower and stepped out onto the dirty floor, grabbing his towel he quickly dried himself off and put his clothes on, leaving his ruby rosary for last.

 

It was one two things he still kept of the past, his memories being the second. Once he had been San Marcus Koumyou: the adopted son of the high-esteemed Catholic Priest Koumyou. Sanzo opened the bathroom door and walked out, followed by a thick wave of steam. Goku smiled gleefully at him, though Sanzo was frowning slightly.

 

“Stop jumping on the bed.” Goku stopped immediately and plopped on the bed. “That worked well.”

 

“Hey Sanzo…” Goku whined lightly “I'm hungry.” Sanzo cocked a golden brow and dug through his bag, the girl watched with interest and then was thrown a large box of Cheezits crackers. Goku squealed and opened the box “Thank you thank you thank you!”

 

“They're yours.”

 

“Yay!” Sanzo smirked again and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. He watched as Goku stuffed crackers into her mouth with a fervency he had never seen before in his entire life, even when he had gone on mission trips as a kid. None of those starving children had eaten like the monkey girl before him who was surprisingly not wasted-skinny. Despite the fact she had been living on the streets (or under a street) by herself for four months.

 

She was in fact a lean and healthy looking child that stood a short four foot and eleven inches tall, she was tan (possibly of Hispanic race, though they had yet to ask) with honey-colored eyes and dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in a layered style. Goku was as interesting as her name sounded.

 

Sanzo glanced at the clock, it was three a.m. but Goku was acting as if it were three in the afternoon. Sanzo didn't feel tired either, the girl's enthusiasm and energy had to be contagious. He rubbed the back of his neck and searched for an ashtray when he found none he used the empty coffee pot, Goku stared at him quizzically but said nothing.

 

A soft knock on the door averted her attention from Sanzo, Hakkai poked his head in and smiled “Mar…Sanzo, could Gojyo and I speak with you?” he glanced at Goku “Privately?”

 

“I don't like secrets, just so ya know!” Goku informed with a small pout, Sanzo tapped the top of her head.

 

“Just a pow-wow. I'll be back in a few minutes.” He replied smoothly before following Hakkai out the door. He stopped after he closed it pressed an ear to the door, the springs of the mattress groaned as the girl began to jump on the bed again. “I told her…” he would have opened the door and snapped at her had Hakkai not beckoned him into the room he and Gojyo were sharing.

 

Gojyo sat on the bed shirtless, smoking a cigarette and watching some hard-core porno-flick, Sanzo grimaced in disgust. “Turn that filth off.”

 

“Aw, why?” Gojyo teased, blowing his cigarette smoke out in a lovely little circle while grinning shrewdly “Is the choir-boy afraid of the group afraid of a little carnal pleasure?” Sanzo sneered and flicked his spent cigarette at the red-haired man who hissed in pain as it came into contact with his bare chest “That hurts, fucker!”

 

Sanzo ignored him and turned to Hakkai, he smiled at the blonde haired man with that “Ahaha, now, now.” smile that always seemed to grate Sanzo's nerves. Setting most of his peevishness aside he asked the reason he was called. “Oh, well…” Hakkai started, clearing his throat “We, meaning Gojyo and I, were wondering what it is that you have planned to do with Goku?” Sanzo's eyes traveled from Hakkai to Gojyo and back again quickly.

 

“I'm not going to fuck her if that's what you mean.” Gojyo snorted but Sanzo ignored him “She's a kid who refuses to go home, she's to stay with us.”

 

“I see. You don't think we should send her home?” Hakkai inquired “She's only a child, if we were to be caught with her…the law here, Sanzo, isn't so lenient.”

 

“People still get the chair here.” Gojyo put in “Texas is fucking nuts. I am not going to have some faggot weave his way in and out of my Hershey highway in prison because some choir-boy decided to get his kicks from some little girl.”

 

“Fuck you!” Sanzo snarled “First off-the chair is not legal here, you fucking ass-wipe. And secondly, nobody would be `weaving' anywhere near your ass. It'd be like throwing a hotdog down a fucking hallway anyway.” Gojyo opened his mouth in retort but Hakkai cut him off.

 

“Sanzo,” he said in that surprisingly patient tone that was now becoming more familiar “I am more than sure that your reasons for wanting to keep Goku with us have absolutely nothing to do with carnality,” he glanced at Gojyo warningly “But you have to understand our concern, I'm positive that there are people out looking for her and to keep her would be a form of kidnapping. You see my point, don't you?”

 

Sanzo bit his tongue, yes he did see their point. He understood what the consequences would be should they be caught with an underage runaway, but for some reason…he really didn't care. For years Sanzo had been tormented with a constant nagging buzz in the back of his mind, but it was more than a buzz. It was almost like…a voice. And though it sounded insane, even to him, the voice seemed to stop when they happened upon Goku.

 

It was like Goku was the voice in the back of his mind that was constantly calling him, constantly asking for someone to find her. Through the voice Sanzo could depict emotions, mainly happiness and every now and again loneliness. Sometimes images would get through as well, though they were most often in Sanzo's dreams, but they were images none the less.

 

When Sanzo had first heard the voice it had been in the middle of mass at church, when he was fourteen, several months after his father's death. It had scared the shit out of him. He could never forget that day.

 

It was the midnight mass, the night before Christmas, he was standing behind the new priest along side the other alter boys when he heard a small whisper behind him. It was fleeting and brief but nonetheless there. He'd turned around and found no one, he glanced at the other boys who were all staring intently at the priest.

 

He had frowned and settled back into his bubble that blocked the priest's droning. The voice spoke again, louder this time making Sanzo hiss out loud “Shut up.” The other boys frowned at him.

 

The voice called out again in an extremely frightened tone, so frightened was the voice that it sent torrents of shivers down his spine. Then someone was shaking Sanzo, it was the bishop frowning and handing him a large candle “Walk, boy, walk!”

 

Sanzo had blinked rapidly and nodded curtly, giving the bishop a slight sneer for touching him. The voice did not remain silent. It continued to blabber even more than the priest, never pausing and growing ever louder. It had made Sanzo's concentration on the task at hand become much more difficult than it should have been. He was to lead the other Alter-boys down the long walkway, out the large oak doors and into the antechamber, simple as that.

 

But to Sanzo it hadn't been that simple with the voice screaming in his head, sweat trickled down the boy's neck and he found the temperature in the room unbearable. And then suddenly the voice screamed shrilly and an image of a large, fear-provoking Minotaur flashed across Sanzo's sight, blinding him from everything around him.

 

He screamed and dropped the large candle he had been holding to cover his ears, trying to block out the sound. “NO!” he had screamed “Go away, go away, go away, GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT THIS! DAD! DAD!” He had fallen to the floor, the people in the church were screaming and pointing, someone yelled that he was possessed and someone else tried to touch him but he lashed out.

 

“DON'T TOUCH ME!” He continue to shriek and writhe even after one of the bishops had carried him out of the chapel, and he didn't stop until the voice quieted down, becoming a continuous low buzz.

 

That had been the first time Sanzo had come into contact with the voice but it certainly wasn't the last time he'd reacted to it. The last time had been a few months ago, four months ago, to be exact. The voice had been excited and bubbly and altogether nervous and Sanzo had almost gouged out his eyes at the images. They weren't painful or frightening, but they had been overwhelming.

 

However all of that stopped when they found Goku only a few hours before. The voice wasn't just quiet, it was gone. It had to be, because the lowest the voice ever got was a whispering buzz. Now, however, there was nothing but silence.

 

Beautiful, blissful, orgasmic silence.

 

“Sanzo?” Hakkai's voice snapped Sanzo from his thoughts (when was the last time he had even been able to have clear thoughts?)

 

“She's staying with us.” Sanzo confirmed flatly, lighting up another cigarette “There's nothing you can say or do that will make me change my mind. You can leave if you want, but the kid is staying with me.”

 

Gojyo and Hakkai exchanged glances before either of them spoke “Well, Sanzo, if that's what you truly want…” Hakkai replied gently “I'll stay with you.”

 

“Yeah, I guess I'll stay, too.” Gojyo put in “Nothin' much to do back home anyway.” He grinned “How old is Goku anyway?”

 

“Seventeen.” Sanzo replied “Stay the fuck away from her. I find your cock exposed to her and I'll rip it off.” And with that he walked out, slamming the door behind him. Gojyo and Hakkai remained silent and then they heard Sanzo's voice from the room next to them.

 

“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP JUMPING ON THE BED?!”

 

 

=Bang, bang, That awful sound…bang bang.=

 

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