Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Familiar Bonds ❯ Part 5: Finale ( Chapter 5 )

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Warning: Yaoi lemon scene, bondage and mild language. Thus, you are forewarned. ^__~

Acknowledgement: This chapter of Familiar Bonds was beta-read by Remy, who has read everything that I've written. She's the best thing that can happen to a ficwriter. Many, many thanks and many, many love are the only things I can offer her in return. I don't know how else I can ever repay her kindness and support. Wuv you, Remy! ^______^

Familiar Bonds

Part 5

A fanfiction by Sumeragi Sakura

"So are you saying that Yu Men had planned all of this from the beginning?" asked Elder Wang Zhou.

"Yes. He admitted it himself."

Elder Wang Zhou walked slowly along the path that snaked through the temple's garden. I walked a few polite steps behind him. The morning air of the garden felt cool and fresh, scented with the sweet smell of dewed grass. The sun was not up too high yet and the wind was blowing in nice, little breezes. I would probably enjoy this morning walk, something I haven't done in the last few days with Elder Wang Zhou, if I hadn't had so many things going on in my head.

"But how did you know that it was him, who was responsible for all of this?"

"Well, I know for sure that it wasn't Goku who stole the food from the kitchen. Xao Yin's explanation, the kitchen monk, made me sure of it."

"How?"

"He told me that one of the ingredients of the stolen food was cucumber. And the cucumber wasn't even separated from the main meal, it was mixed in it."

"Ah, that's right, you've told me once how Goku hates cucumber. And I also remember the funny story about how you forced him to swallow it when he refused to eat the salad."

I nodded impatiently. Goku was still locked in the cell room, while I was walking outside, chatting comfortably. I would not hear the Elder repeated the story again right here, right now.

"Yes, may I continue with the report?"

"Oh, yes, please do, Sanzo."

"I started to get suspicious when I found out that Yu Men was "incidentally" being near the "crime" scene around the time the incidents happened. But I didn't have proof. That was why I followed the lead from Po Han. I visited the Kaijin temple yesterday and found out that they never asked for any supply of salt. I asked around, and …er…well, let's just say that I did everything I could do to get the information…"

Elder Wang Zhou cleared his throat, obviously pretending he wasn't hearing anything. I smirked behind his old, humped back, being inwardly grateful for his deliberate ignorance of my "methods". I didn't really care about what "methods" I would use to have my way. There was no particularly special ways I used, though. Just me and my gun, and everyone obliged………..

I'm a Sanzo, not a saint.

"Anyway, I found the Kaijin temple's courier man, who fitted Po Han's description about him so much. His name is Zhi Yi. He was getting drunk in the local tavern. It wasn't hard to get him to talk, after a few bottles of ale, and from there I set up the whole thing. Sorry I didn't tell you about this first yesterday. I had to tell Ho Tze because I needed him to be the witness, that what I say all this time is true. Goku wasn't the one who did it….."

The Elder walked to the edge of a fishpond, a few steps away from the walking path. He stood there, sighing softly while his eyes were watching the pond's water rippling calmly. The ripples were made by a group of gold fish flipping their fins on the surface of the water.

His face was solemn, betraying nothing of how he might be feeling inside. But when he turned to me slowly and smiled, I somehow knew how I should've trusted this old man the whole time. He might do stuffs that were against my will, but he only did them because his position as the head monk of the temple compelled him to do so. Perhaps, when he had to make the decision to banish Goku, I wasn't the only one feeling angry and hurt.

"This might not be something that you'll believe, Sanzo. But I'm one of the people who is very relieved to know that," he said, with a fatherly tone thick in his voice.

I pretended to watch the fish in the pond too, while I hid my blushing face away from his knowing eye.

"I should've known that," I cleared my throat. "Sorry…"

He laughed and patted me on the shoulder.

"So you've changed your decision too, then," he smiled brightly at me.

I took a moment of silence, before I turned to see him right in the eye and shook my head.

"No. I will still go."

"But Goku's banishment has been canceled. Why must you leave the temple?"

"This is not only about Goku. This is a direct order from the Three Aspects. They called me into the Three Buddhas chamber last night and explained why I have to go. There's something must be done and they think I'm the only one who's capable to do it. So, I will go as soon as possible. Tomorrow morning's the latest."

"Does this have anything to do with the vile, dark force that has been rioting over this land of late?" he gave me that knowing look again.

"I am not allowed to tell anyone about that, " I contemplated for a while. "But I guess I owe you that much. Yes, it does have something to do with that. I can't say much more, though."

"This temple will miss your service very much, Sanzo-sama. And I will miss my walking friend."

"You can take Ho Tze, though…."

"Oh, can you really imagine me walking in the garden with someone like him?"

"To tell the truth, I can't imagine him being here in the greenery, smelling the flowers and feeding the goldfish…."

The old man cracked up a healthy laugh. I smiled politely at him, before I excused myself. He nodded and turned to watch the goldfish again.

"You….come back here again in one piece, Sanzo….," said the man, without looking back at me.

"We'll see about that later."

I turned around. I walked away from the old, humped figure who had been my friend for the last few years. Not once did I stop and look back, not once did I hesitate.

Goodbye, Wang Zhou, I whispered in my heart as I set my pace toward the temple.

There was only one more thing to do, before I had to leave.

+ + + + +

He stood there. Bound by the chains around his wrists and his ankles, he stood there. Just like when I first met him, in that shabby, rocky prison in a lonely rocky mountain. Only this time, here was not inside the rocky prison. This was the cell room in the temple ground, that had been for centuries used as a solitary room to isolate the monks who breaks the temple's rule. Here in this room, I wondered how many monks had been locked up to meditate and fast from their worldly desires.

But Son Goku was not a monk.

Ho Tze went too far by using the wall chains to lock him. He was standing, with his feet sprawled and his head bent down, bound against the stone wall by the iron chains fastened on the wall.

The room itself wasn't as bad as a cell room in a prison. And he was fed with rice and vegetables, enough to keep him from dying of hunger, even though he only spent one night in this room and the possibilities of dying of hunger was actually out of the question.

But with Goku's appetite, who knows?

By the look of him, I'd say that he was fine. I figured he was probably sleeping. But with his head bent down and his face hidden from view, I couldn't really tell.

At first, I thought it was a good idea to lock him up in a room for a day, to give him the time to think about what he had done. He might almost be innocent in all of the recent incidents in the temple, but it didn't mean that I've forgotten about his usual mischiefs. On second thought, since now I've remembered every other thing that he had done, I was beginning to think that adding a few more days of his lock up would probably serve for the best. But then again, seeing him chained on the wall with his head bent down and his whole grim appearance, I felt an ache forming inside my chest.

Ch', I really did have a softspot for his suffering….. By Buddha, this was not something I'd like to have. But I was already like this when I first met him. And now, this. I massaged my temple in desperation. A spell. This must be a spell, cast by Goku to bound me with him for good. A spell cast not by magical words, but by the sparkling of his big, puppy eyes and his boyish, mischieful grin.

And I had never wanted anything else in my life now, than to touch him and hold him in my arms. Right here. Right now. I looked at him through the grated peep-hole on the door. I softly turned the key and unlocked the door, not wanting to wake him up just yet. But the door clanged loudly when I opened it. The boy jerked up and shot a glare at my direction.

He looked as if he was ready to burst something to me, something I figured wouldn't be very appropriate to hear. But after he saw that it was me who entered the room, his weary face brightened and his usual grin cracked on his face.

"Sanzoooo…..thank the Buddha you're here!!" he laughed happily.

I closed the door again and walked towards him, not caring about any other things in the room but him. I stopped right across him, close enough to reach him by my hand. But I didn't. Instead, I looked at his face and found myself feeling very glad to see him again. He looked exhausted and miserable, but he smiled so widely at me.

Goku tilted his head and stared at my hands.

"Do you bring any food? God, please tell me that you do, Sanzo! I'm sooooo hungry! Those meanie monks didn't feed me anything except stupid veggies! So, what'dya bring, ne, Sanzo, whatdy'a bring?"

A vein popped up on my temple and twitched.

"You've been dragged into this room and chained for a whole night without knowing the reason why and all you could say right now is that if I bring you any food?"

He sulked. "Well, I am hungry….. and I kinda figured that this is just a misunderstanding, but I really don't know…."

"Don't you worry, at least a little?"

He shook his head vehemently. "Why should I? I know you'll come here and help me out anyhow…."

I stared at him in disbelief. How could he do that? How could he say that after suffering for a night in chains? How could he still trust me so much? And as easily as that. Trust, for me, was something I learnt to have. It didn't come to me just like that. It was hard for me to trust others. And when I did, I'd never do it all out. I'd never trusted too much.

But this boy…..

But this boy trusted me. This boy trusted me all the way.

I strode toward him, leaning both of my hands on the wall, on both sides of his head and leant my forehead on his. He looked up, at me, with an amazed expression glued on his face.

"Baka……," I whispered softly.

"Sanzo….."

"Baka…., you shouldn't trust me so much…."

"Why not, Sanzo?"

"I might end up hurting you…."

"But you've never hurt me. And you'll never do, I know it. And I'll be fine, because you will always come to help me."

"There will be time when I won't be there anymore for you. What if someday, I won't be able to come?"

"Then, I'll wait. I've waited for hundreds of years in that rocky prison by myself. I'll wait again for you. But you better come by then, Sanzo."

"Why's that?"

He nuzzled his face against my chest. I peeked down and saw his face turned to crimson. He looked at me with those gleaming pools of eyes and a boyish shy smile.

"Because being alone just hurts too much….," he whispered.

It might sound strange, but his words rang truth in my ears. Perhaps, that was also another reason why I could never abandon him. Because I needed him. Beside me. So I wouldn't ever be alone. And he wouldn't have to be either.

I smiled, rather to myself than to him. So far, I had found so many reasons for why I took him in. And more reasons for not leaving him stranded somewhere alone. I thought I had enough. No more reasonable thinking needed to be done, when every single cell in your body was screaming, telling me to just follow what my heart said.

And I thought I should really listen to what it was going to say for now on. Despite of what I thought. Despite of what others would think. This was not a submission. This was not me, surrendering my will to my heart's weakness. This was me, bracing myself to do the most frightening thing I had ever done in my life.

Loving someone else.

Trusting him with my heart and soul.

Needing someone else's touch on me and mine on him.

This was not a submission. This was an open acceptance.

So I did what I wanted to do. Not what I had to do. I took him into my arms in silence and kissed his sufferings away. I didn't close my eyes this time. I wanted to see him, to see his face snuggled close to mine, radiating rose-colored heat from the cheeks, when I grazed my lips on his. He gave himself to me, opening his mouth to take my tongue inside. So trusting. So loving.

He hummed softly when I caressed his soft tongue in his mouth. He tried to move his hands to touch me, but the chains hampered his efforts. He growled with impatience and tried to snap his hands away from their confinements. He failed, obviously.

I chuckled, releasing his mouth from my intimate captivation. "What are you doing?"

"Open these chains, Sanzo… ," he hissed hoarsely.

"Why?"

He blinked his innocent eyes at me. When he found that I was smiling at him in amusement, he frowned. "What do you mean, 'why'? Open this chains so I can… I…"

"You can 'what'?"

"…I …can….touch you….," he ducked his flushed face away from my sight.

I took his chin with my fingers and lifted his face up to meet mine. The gorgeous blush was still there, tainting his boyish face with a hue of needy embarrassment. I smiled inwardly, highly amused of what I had in mind.

"You're still being punished. You're not allowed to touch me. Don't you know that?" asked I, fighting to keep a dead-serious expression on my face.

His eyes bulged. "WHAAT? Punished? What do you mean, Sanzo? Don't you think being chained all night here is not a punishment enough for me?"

"That's your punishment given by the temple. I haven't give you mine."

"WHAAAAT?! But….but…why would you want to punish me?"

He tried to sound so innocent, but this time he failed. Another vein popped up on my temple and both of them throbbed dangerously. He paled a little after seeing those.

"Er…Sanzo…."

"Don't play innocent with me, Boy, " I scowled. "Of all the people in this temple, I'm the one who knows ALL of your mischievous acts. But no, this is a different kind of punishment."

"What…what are you talking about?"

I grinned viciously. I pinned his body against mine, leaning my hands on the wall, to begin my raid over him. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear. He gasped audibly, squirming under my delicious attacks.

"This is for forcing me to hear your annoying whinings all the time," I whispered in his ears, sending the vibration of my words through his sensitive skin.

He winced terribly, his face was even redder than before. He squirmed harder when I traced the delicate contour of his ear with my wet tongue, in deliberate painfully slow movements.

"Sa…Sanzo…."

I knew how he couldn't stand to have his ears licked. I watched him blissfully when his expression was torn between pleasure and unbearable ticklish. I added another bite on his neck, which elicited a strained scream from his parted lips.

I put my fingers over his shoulder armor, ran them along the curvy rim of the leather plate, until it found a broken fang on the right shoulder part. I smiled. The matter had past and there was no need to remember it. I took the armor and pulled it off, up over his head and threw it somewhere in the room. Under the armor, he wore a thin, white button-down shirt.

One by one, I snapped those buttons away from his shirt. And while I was doing that, he eyed me with his eyes, which now didn't seem so innocent anymore. There was fire in them, burnt more savagely with every snap of the buttons that I did. His chest was heaving and he panted softly.

"Open these chains, Sanzo…..Gods…," he whispered.

I grinned again. "No. And shut up. I'm still punishing you here…."

Once all of the buttons had been snapped away, I spread open his shirt that gave away a delicious sight of his bare torso. I ran my hand from his belly, up to his chest and to his side. And back to his chest again. He was practically purring out loud when I did that, enjoying the exploring touch I gave him.

I deliberately found a nipple and circled it with my finger. He gasped again, louder this time.

"This is for not calling me 'Master' anymore…," I said calmly, while my finger was torturing his hardening nub.

He whimpered, biting his lips and wincing. I pinched the nipple a little and succeeded in making Goku yelp.

"Sanzo….no…open my chains…please…"

"I'm not finished yet, Goku…"

"I'll call you 'Master' again…all the time, this time…"

"Too late."

I bent over his chest and sucked his sensitized nipple with my mouth. He strained a scream and bucked his hips. I licked it, bit it and sucked it more, until he was delirious with pain and pleasure that he was no longer able to protest anymore. The only sounds coming from him were little moans and panting breaths.

Which delighted me so much. Which lead me to give him more punishments. I tortured his other nipple, ignoring his pleading, until I was happy to see both of them red and swollen from my acts.

Hot. His body was hot. I could feel the heat rising in him, radiating through his skin into my body. He was turned on faster this time. Perhaps those little chains had been working some magic in him. His mouth pleaded me to release him from those binding chains, but he didn't realize that he was actually enjoying his torture.

Ch', and I thought I was punishing him with this….

I grabbed his head and kissed him hard. Hard, until I felt him melting in my mouth with one long, arousing moan. Mixture of emotions and sensations blended in my chest, created by his moaning and squirming. I had to have him. I had to have him now. I needed to claim him again.

I ran my hands over the rim of his pants, quickly. Once I found the zipper, I ripped it open and pull the pants down to his knee, exposing his white, trembling thighs to the feast of my eyes. Still ravishing his mouth, I ran my hand down those sensitive thighs. He sighed and squirmed even more, grinding his hips against mine.

"Stay still…. If you move, even just an inch, I will stop this and leave you chained here for another night," I whispered the threat into his ear.

"But Sanzo…how can you possibly tell me not to move when you're….oh Gods…..when…you're doing…that…."

"And don't talk either."

"Sanzooo……"

"Master."

"Masteeeer……ah, Gods…."

I detached myself from him. I took a few steps backward to have a complete view of him. He was there, sprawled on the wall, with his white shirt opened and hanged loose on his body, but it barely covered anything. His legs were bare, with his pants pooling around his ankles. Besides that, I saw nothing but skin. Smooth, slightly tanned skin beautifully laid before my eyes.

His face was as red as cherry. He was obviously feeling very self-conscious right now, standing almost naked before me. His chest was still heaving slightly and his hips slowly bucking, showing off his glorious arousal, much to my heart's content.

Or it was for my groin's content, to be exact.

Seeing him like this, who could ever think that he was not as angelic as he looked? But right now, gone were all the troubles he had often caused me. It was as if they all had gone, blown away by a breeze somewhere, leaving neither traces nor trails behind.

He was just a boy now, innocent and compassionate.

And needful.

He needed me as much as I needed him. I laughed bitterly, that was wrong. I knew that was wrong. The truth was, I probably needed him more than he needed me. But he didn't know that. He didn't have to know. I was not going to mortify myself by saying anything tacky. If he wanted to know, he would have to find out by himself. But it was not going to be from my own lips.

"Why…why are you laughing?" he asked, a thin tone of worry seeped into his voice. "What's so funny about this?"

I smiled. "Nothing. It's not funny. I'm just thinking about something else."

"When are you going to release me?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I have a plan in my head about it."

He blushed. "NOT THAT! I mean, from these chains. I…I want to touch you too…"

Touched by the needful tone of his words, I even considered doing what he asked for a moment. But then I shook my head. Gods, I would not be THAT weak of heart and succumb to his every request. After all, I was the master here…. At least I should try to act like one.

"No, I won't release you from those chains," I answered.

"Oh, fine, fine, I'll call you 'Master' again,….Master…."

"That stupid lie won't work, Idiot!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" he wailed desperately.

"Just stand there and watch. This is your punishment for always disturbing my free hours in the morning."

I began to undress myself. The monk robe fell off first, along with the Holy Sutra I usually wear on my shoulder. I put them on a wooden divan near us. Then I peeled off my skin-tight gloves from both of my hands, slowly. I could hear him swallowed audibly, while his eyes followed my every move.

When I pulled off the black, leather halter-top over my head, he whimpered my name. And when I took off the skin-tight leather pants and kicked them to the ground, his eyes quickly darted to my naked groin and lingered there.

"Master….," he whispered hoarsely.

I walked towards him and stood inches away from his eager body. We were too close, but not so close that we could actually touch each other. His dazzled eyes were shot at mine and I kissed him again.

I felt drugged, every time I kissed him. As if I could lose sanity right now and I just couldn't stop. How many times have I tasted these sweet, innocent lips, I couldn't count anymore. But each time, with each passionate kiss, I became more and more addicted to him.

He must've known about how I was feeling for him through the kiss, despite of how I acted to him usually. But I didn't really care. As long as I hadn't have to say it.

"When are you going to stop torturing me?" he asked, when our kiss broke. "I don't think I've made that many mischiefs…."

I snorted and laughed. If I had my holy fan in my hand right now, I would've smacked that dense head of his with it. But on second thought, I had a better plan….

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm not finish yet with telling you what you've been doing wrong…."

I knelt in front of him. His dripping arousal stood proudly in my face, tempting me to touch it. But that was not what I intended to do. At least, not right now. I bent down and trailed little kisses along the inside of his thighs. He growled loudly from above, rolling his hips against the stone wall behind him.

"Excited, aren't we? Well, this is for giving me all the trouble to save your butt."

"Masteeeer…….Gods……."

Hearing one more moans like that, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself. But I wanted to hear more, more of those amazing sounds coming from those luscious lips. So I trailed my tongue up and down his quivering thighs, creating more groans and moans that sent a jolt of fire to my groin.

Gods, Goku….

Look at what you had done to me….

Feeling very much tortured from the riots of feelings exploding in my chest, I deliberately prolonged my ministrations on him. I wanted him to feel as tortured as I was. I wanted him to be tormented under the same heavy surges of liquid fire that torrented my groin. He choked on his own desperate sobs, wordlessly begging me to take him.

But I wouldn't. Not so soon.

Feel that desperation, Goku. At least, that would make up for all the mess you had caused in me.

I wrapped my hands around his waist, snaking down behind his body to caress his butt. I took one cheek in my hand and squeezed it. He bucked his hips, almost poking at my face with his arousal. I smirked and squeezed some more.

"Sanzo…. Master….please…"

"Please what, Goku?"

"Please….touch me…."

"I am touching you….."

"Not there….oh, Gods,…."

I spread open his cheeks and stuck a finger inside his warm body. He growled, throwing his head behind. He was so aroused that he opened up so fast for me. I didn't even have to wet my finger. In one easy thrust, I stuck my finger deeper.

"This is for doing things that forced me to tell Ho Tze and Wang Zhou that I'm sleeping with you…."

The second finger didn't really effect him any differently, except for the heavy pleasing torture I seemed to have inflicted on him. I watched his face distorted in pleasure, his lips parted, mouthing a strained scream into the empty cell room.

I really wished no one would ever come near this room. There would be some embarrassing explanations that I would have to do and I didn't plan to humiliate myself in public anymore.

When the third finger entered, he had begun to hurt. He tried to swallow the pain bravely, but he did let out a painful groan. I didn't have the heart to see him in such misery, that I bent my head down over his groin and licked at his dripping arousal.

"SANZO!!"

If his hands were free, I was sure that he would be banging my head against his groin by now. I couldn't believe I actually thanked Ho Tze inwardly for chaining Goku. But those thoughts fled out of my head when he started letting out delicious moans from his sweet mouth.

By Buddha….

This boy tasted so sweet. I had him in my mouth, and yet, yet I was still hungry for more. I licked the vein under his swollen shaft, up and down, in painfully slow motions. I knew I drove him crazy by doing that. I didn't have to see the look on his face to know that, his sounds was loud enough to alert the monks praying in the Great Hall, a block away from this room. But the problem was, while I was driving him insane, his arousing sounds was also giving me the same effect. I planned to take him slowly, to tease him until he breaks and then take him right there. But I found it hard to keep my mouth from sucking the life out of his arousal.

Gods, Goku…

"Oooh, Sanzoo! If you don't do it now, you'd better kill me instead….," growled Goku from above me, obviously being on the verge of losing his mind.

"I would do that, if I could,…," mumbled I, from between lapping his reaped head and suckling his sacs.

I struggled to keep doing this sweet torture for a long while, until I found myself almost bursting like a virgin boy on his first time. All right, that was it. I should really stop this for my own sake, before my groin exploded and killed my brain.

I raised from my knee and dug the heap of my clothes on the wooden divan. Once I found my gun, I raised it and aimed it at Goku. He bulged his eyes at me, horror smeared his sweating face.

"Sanzo, what are you doing?!" he shrieked.

"Shut up! I had enough! I can't take this anymore!" I grunted.

I pulled the trigger, twice. He ducked away his face and winced. There was a sound of exploding bullets and the breaking of metal. One, two, three seconds passed in utter silence, before he dared to open his eyes again and gingerly looked at me.

"Did you just try to kill me?" he asked in boyish fear.

"Baka. I shot your ankle chains."

I threw the gun to the divan again and leaped back to my initial place, in front of him. I pinned his body again against the wall and claimed his mouth. Our naked groins met and ground together. He forgot about his fear and started to hump his arousal against mine. We groaned into each other's mouth. I leant my weight on him, feeling my knee turned to jelly after each of his humping.

"Gods, stop that, Goku, if you don't want this to be over soon," I grunted, biting his ears in vicious lust.

"But I want this to be over….I'm going mad here, Sanzo…Master…."

He looked up and stared right into my eyes. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his face, all over his face, forgetting what effect this intimate gesture would cause.

"Sanzo….Gods, Sanzooo……Uhn……."

"Shut up, Goku, you're being too loud."

He bit his lips in a cute way of obedience, but when I teased him with a thrust against his groin, he screamed in pleasure again.

"You've….got….you've got to….do it soon….'cause I think….I might die…right about now…"

I smirked between my kisses. "That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard."

But he was right. I didn't think that none of us would be able to restrain himself if we didn't do it soon. So, I raised his chain-free legs upwards and wound them around my bare waist. I found his opening was still opened and moistened. I licked my fingers and used them to wet the tip of my shaft.

He stared at me, biting his lips in anticipation of what was about to come. His breath came uneven, even before I stuck myself into him. I looked at him closely and entered him without breaking the eye contact.

He grinned and gasped, his eyes were wincing but they were still locked on to me. I thrust deeper and we both groaned for the amazing effect we had on each other. At some point, I could sense the pain I was causing him. But he was incredibly tight and warm, I couldn't control myself anymore. I thrust and thrust and thrust, feeling his body gripping me. It molded itself to adapt to me and it felt incredibly great.

This wasn't our first intercourse, but it definitely felt like it.

I couldn't care of anything else. I didn't even care that the monks would be running to us, after hearing Goku's loud shouts. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe and I thought my legs would give up on me anytime soon. All I ever wanted in the world right now was to find that point of pleasure where nothing mattered anymore, except for the bursting sensation in my groin and Goku's hot body.

We didn't lose our eye contact. We were looking at each other, with eyes that burnt hotter than flame. Seas of emotions were extended between eyes, but with that one look of each other, we connected.

And I found that place together with him.

By then, I knew, through goodness and bad, whatever would happen, I would always be with him. I would always have him, without having to claim him. Unconditioned, unbound.

+ + + + +

"BAKA SARU!! Get your ass down here, right now! And stop eating the holy fruit, damn it!!"

"Why are you being so upset, Sanzo? It's not like it's the first time ever I do this…."

"THAT even makes me more upset, you Idiot!"

Bonk!

A Super Flying Holy Fan Boomerang Attack smacked him on the head, causing him to temporarily lose his conscious and fell like a reaped fruit to the ground with a big, thudding sound.

"ITAAAII YOO!"

Goku stroke his bumped head with a pout. He stared frightfully at the glaring me, who was standing under the tree with hands crossed across my chest and feet thumping on the ground. I must had succeeded in showing my most fearsome expression, for I could see Goku whimpered like a scared puppy. If he had a tail, it would've gone between his legs.

"I was gone for five minutes to prepare for our journey and all you can think of doing is eating the forbidden fruit? AGAIN? Didn't you learn your lesson at all? Didn't your detention in the cell room teach you anything?" I scowled.

"Not really…."

I growled upsetly. He just grinned and bit the holy fruit innocently.

"But your punishment did teach me something," he said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's a great lesson too."

"Oh yeah, what is it?"

"That I should do more mischievous things, so you will punish me again!"

A giant vein popped on my temple and exploded.

"You……little…seed…of…… satan……"

It took me another hour of scowling, beating and more scowling, before we were actually ready for our journey. There wasn't many monk who saw us leave. But Elder Wang Zhou was there. He was actually the one whose laugh was the loudest when I beat some sense into Goku's thick head.

"I will really miss both of you. I will even miss all the ruckus your little boy causes in this temple," he said with a nasty gleams sparkled in his old eyes.

My little boy? That old man. He never changed. He loved to see me mortified by my own ridiculous embarrassment. But I let it pass, hoping that he would not remember me as a weak, blush-a-lot Sanzo Houshi. Hmph. What a humiliating title to bear.

And so we left the temple, in which I've served my dharma for many years. But I left it without any hesitance. I didn't even turned back. I might not return to this temple anymore, I didn't know.

What I knew now was that I have to go through this trip. A long, journey to the west. That was what the Three Aspects of the Buddha told me to do the other night. But I would not tell the story of this journey, because that would be another different story.

This was just the beginning.

"Come on, Sanzo! Why are you being so slow?! I can't wait to see Gojyo and Hakkai again!" Goku shouted from a distance a few feet away ahead, feeling very much excited about the idea of leaving the temple, let alone to go through a long adventurous journey.

I grunted and sped my steps up. Ch', that insolent boy, he would definitely be the death of me someday.

I smiled to myself. Such a grim prophesy, yet it didn't sound impossible. If such a time should ever happen someday, I might not be so hesitant about protecting him. He was mine and mine only, as I was his and his only. So with my blood and breath shall I protect my own property, as I was certain that he would do the same for me.

But I would not care about it right now, for the future hadn't arrived yet and to worry over something that might not happen was a waste of time and energy. I would take this journey and see what was about to come my way.

This was just the beginning.

Goku bounced his way toward me. He took me in the arm and cracked a cheerful laugh.

"Come on, Sanzo! I think I saw the town of Goushu up ahead! It's famous for its meat steamed bun! I can't wait to taste it!! I'm sooooo hungry!"

Ah, nothing beat the start of a bright day with the closeness of the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, knowing that today too would be passed together….

{ owari }

Japanese Vocabulary

ITAII YOO! : IT HURTS!

Sanzo Houshi : I'm still not sure of what Houshi means, but in the anime series, Sanzo's often addressed that way by other monks.

Sumeragi Sakura' Little Scribbling:

Waaaiiii! I've finally finished this story! Yaaay! I thought I would never be able to finish this…. But I did! >______<!

Sorry, I'm just feeling highly ecstatic. Even though this story didn't come out the way I planned it to be. And even though there are too many OOC-ness in the story (and believe me, I didn't plan for this at all…),….I kinda like the ending. But that's just me. I don't know about you. So I need your opinion about it. And mostly, your critics, please, 'cause that'll help a lot. *smiles, but also winces in fear in the same time*. But please, be nice about it….I have asthma and sensitive lungs. *laughs*

(Is it just me or that last line of this chapter is just… pure tacky? ^^;; But I want it that way, so…I shouldn't be complaining…)

And one more thing, boy, that's probably longest lemon scene I've ever written for a non-PWP fic….so far…..^___~

(August 5th , 2002, 00:10 a.m.)