Title: How Gojyo's Subconscious Manifests Itself (aka, Gojyo Really Needs to Get Laid)

Author: Elf Asato

Summary: Gojyo+Kanan!Sanzo drabble. Uh... Anyway, Gojyo dreams.

Disclaimer: Saiyuki obviously doesn't belong to me.

Notes: I was on a plane to Chicago when I wrote this, and apparently earaches tend to do odd things with your thinking…

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How Gojyo's Subconscious Manifests Itself

By Elf Asato

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When Gojyo dreamt, he dreamt of the journey west, of money and good food, of his mother and Jien...

But most of all, he dreamt of women.

Not all Gojyo's dreams with women were good, though. Sometimes they'd cry, wouldn't want him, did want him, some combination of the two, or... Well, those dreams were the best.

Lately, though, Gojyo had been having a bit of trouble getting a woman in real life. Something would always go wrong, it seemed; they either thought Gojyo a family man with Goku as his son, thought he was with Hakkai (the man always did treat him in a wife/motherly fashion, as he did with the rest of them), were scared off by Sanzo, or were just not be interested in him. That or Gojyo would be so desperate to get laid that he'd say something stupid or uncool. Well, for whatever the reason, it fucked up his sex life, and, therefore, his dreams.

When Gojyo dreamt that night after a hearty and delicious dinner cooked by Hakkai, it was, like many times lately, of a woman.

She was standing in front of a rather plain-looking kitchen sink washing dishes, and Gojyo could only see her back. Gorgeous, he thought in his dream, and perhaps she was. Her long, dark hair was braided and fell tantalizingly at her supple waist. Even from behind, Gojyo could tell she had quite a few curves...which he loved, of course.

The woman turned slightly to grab something - a towel perhaps? - and Gojyo caught a glimpse of her face.

Quite simply, she looked like Hakkai.

...But she wasn't for a variety of reasons. Namely, Hakkai wasn't female...but there was something else different... It just wasn't him. But that face, those eyes...

Kanan.

That's what she probably looked like, Gojyo thought. With that, the usual lust for such a looker never came. Even if it wasn't her, Kanan was still Hakkai's, and he wasn't about to steal her away - even in a dream.

So he decided to just talk to her. Talk? Yeah, Gojyo could talk to a woman normally. But damn, he still couldn't get it out of his mind how hot she was…which made him determined to just talk to her even more.

"Hey," he said as he went up beside her and put an arm around her waist - a friendly gesture.

Well, then things just got weird.

"Don't touch me, you goddamned ero kappa!" Then the woman turned to face him - her green eyes now purple and her dark hair turned light. Damn, she looked Sanzo - she had the chakra as well - and even sounded like him.

…The hell?

"Whoa, wait," Gojyo said, bewildered at the change as he backed off a bit. "What happened to Kanan?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, lecher?" Kanan-turned-Sanzo spat out. Then he got out his gun and shot him.

Well, Gojyo was so disturbed by this dream that as soon as he woke up, he went out and got laid.

Finally.

End