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Cold Beer, Cold Rain(Chapter 2)

By, AmethystGleam

Purple met gold and the world stood still.

The monk was dumbfounded, starring at the drenched monkey in front of him, face just as grim as it had been when he had first looked out the window, but eyes slightly betraying this nature.

Sanzo didn't know weather to hit the monkey or to thank him, and Goku obviously didn't know which was going to happen, either, judging by the brunette's silence.

Opting that he could blame the actions on lack of harisen later, Sanzo's free hand moved to rest atop Goku's head, in unspoken thanks for the smaller boy's previous actions. The monk's eyes narrowed, however, when he noticed the boy looked uneasy for a moment, just before his eyes caught glimpse of an object that had formerly been discarded to the side. Curiously, amethyst orbs followed Goku's train of vision, and landed just as well upon the harisen: a thought which reminded Sanzo that the last time he'd placed his hand upon Goku's head like he was doing now, he had immediately followed up with the harisen-bashing of Goku's life.

To be honest, Sanzo was half-tempted to reach for the harisen, as not to disappoint the monkey, but the thought was interrupted as the blonde felt the baka saru loosen after realizing the threat was slightly out of reach. With a heavy sigh, the monkey's master removed his hand and turned away, once more glancing out the window as he popped his beer open. The monk nearly spilled the beer, however, when he felt a hard tug on his sleeve, which seemed to be demanding he turn around. Eye twitching once, his patience suddenly at its end, Sanzo swept up the harisen in his free hand, taking it upside Goku's spiky-brown haired head.

"ITAI! Damnit, Sanzo, that hurt!" complained the wet animal, rubbing his head with an annoyed look. "I was just trying to make sure you wouldn't zone out again!"

Another whap from the harisen followed, despite the fact Sanzo saw nobility in Goku's words," Stupid wet monkey!"

"OW!" wailed the brunette in reply, jumping a clear foot back from his master in reflex. "I'm only wet because I had to get YOU a beer, you freaking jerk!"

At Goku's counter to his words, Sanzo moved in pure reflex, knowing he had to remind the monkey of his place...

*BANG!*

Goku spun to stare at the hole in the wall that was now laying a centimeter from his head, before his wide golden eyes flickered back to the smoking banishing-gun held perfectly level in Sanzo's hand.

Clicking the gun back into a ready position, Sanzo moved the weapon a centimeter to the right," This time, I won't miss."

The sound of running footsteps filtered in through the door to the room, and the monk mentally grinned, cockily happy he'd been right in thinking the innkeeper would come running before he could get off another bullet. At the sound of fists frantically slamming against the door, Sanzo lowered his gun and narrowed his eyes at Goku in an unspoken order. The monkey, understanding nothing more than that he would be shot if he didn't do -something-, unconsciously moved towards the door and opened it.

The innkeeper, a potbellied man in his 60s, with a shocking-white head of hair, instantly bolted past Goku and into the room, frantically looking to Sanzo-houshi, "Sanzo-sama! Are you allright!? I heard shots!"

"It was A shot," the monk corrected, motioning to the hole in the wall with the hand that was not grasping the gun, but rather his beer. "And I don't recall saying you could come in; the door was simply opened for you."

In a bumbling sort of gracelessness that humans tended to adapt upon when they felt they'd offended a figure of high-authority, the innkeeper took double his steps backwards, until he managed to be standing just outside the doorway to Sanzo's room.

Inwardly rolling his eyes, Sanzo returned his gun to its keeping place, and removed the cigarette he had been smoking from his mouth, putting it out in a nearby ashtray. He hated how people fawned over him because of his title, but if it got them to leave him alone, then what the fuck, right?

"So, is everything allright, Sanzo-sama?" inquired the innkeeper, a jittering tone invading his tone as he finally took notice of the drenched monkey near his side.

"Fine," Sanzo replied sourly, glancing at Goku out of the corner of his eyes, completely ignoring the innkeeper's sudden splurge of 'good night's and 'sorry for the interruption's, as the man backed firmly away from the door, which Goku then shut in his face.

As the door shut, Sanzo finally glanced down to the beer in his hand," Ch.' It's warm now."