Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Perplexed Heart. ❯ Prologue
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jessie-chan 
The beginning...
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.29.2003 | Updated On: 07.29.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 740 | Visits: 938 | Status: Work In Progress
The beginning...
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.29.2003 | Updated On: 07.29.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 740 | Visits: 938 | Status: Work In Progress
Ne Sanzohe looked up at me with those adoring, golden eyes of his. I couldnt stand them; they made me feel so different . Sanzo!
I blinked. What is it, bakasaru?
He grinned delightedly. Look ! and he promptly thrust a bouquet of lotus into my hands.
I blinked again, looking down at them, as a foreign and downright strange feeling grew in my chest. What was this feeling, I wondered. What is this stupid boy doing to me?
But he wasnt a boy any longer. We defeated out enemies nearly four years ago. Back when he was 18... Now he was to be turning 22 any day
As for me, I would be 27 in a few months. Not that I was looking forward to it. Not in the least. Another year meant youth was becoming more and more distant.
Flowers? I asked.
He nodded enthusiastically. Flowers! he chirped.
I blinked. What for?
He smiled at me, knowledge of something I couldnt comprehend shinning in his eyes. For you, Sanzo! he replied as if it were the most obvious thing. But he didnt make me feel like a fool for my ignorance on such a matter.
Why? I questioned. He was still smiling his goofy smile, leaving me to wonder if he was alright upstairs. Which, of course, I knew he wasnt. At least to some degree.
Because. You give flowers to people you love. Its to make them feel special.
My chest ached and I couldnt think correctly. You give flowers to someone you love. Goku gave flowers to me. He loves me? He wants me to feel special? I felt dizzy. Maybe there was no subliminal message there and I was just reading into things.
I see For once, I has no sarcastic or insensitive comment to throw back at him. I hadnt been nasty to Goku for a while now, actually. He had stopped his childish behavior and had become more mature. I glanced at the flowers before looking back at him.
He had indeed matured, both mentally and physically. His round, boyish face had become thinner and longer, his little curved nose became more prominent and adult, and his round eyes had become more slanted.
My eyes trailed down his body, which, had gone from being 54 to 58. He also had become more muscular and Im sure that things had grown
Goku was no longer the boy he had been, but was now a mature, young man. How had this development escape me for so long? Was I blind to not notice?
Do you like them, Sanzo? he questioned, his golden eyes piercing through me. I had known this boy since he was 12... Now he was nearly 22... 10 yearsA small, scrawny bakasaru had become an extremely attractive, mature man. There was something so delightfully surprising about this.
I looked at the lotus flowers, their scent invading my sense of smell. They were very lovely and fragrant. I dont even know why, but they made me feel so good. Warm.
A small smile touched my lips. Yes, I do. he smiled ecstatically, happy he had pleased me. Thank you Goku.
He placed his calloused hands on my desk, looking hopeful. Tomorrow, can we go out for lunch? his golden gaze pierced me again.
Lunch?
He nodded. Yes, lunch. We could go on a picnic of sorts
Any special reason? I inquired.
He shrugged. I dont know. Just because. he replied pure heartedly.
What harm could a picnic do? Very well, now leave, I have work to finish.
He nodded obediently and turned, but then glanced back at me, as if expecting something, or maybe he had something to say.
Thank you, Sanzo. and he left.
I sat at my desk for a long while, not completing any of my work, only wondering what had gotten into him. He normally left me alone to my own devices. We usually ate dinner together and occasionally would go visit Gojyo and Hakkai together. He never brought me flowers or asked me to picnic with him.
I gently touched the mentioned flowers, feeling their silken petals kiss my fingertips. What could Goku be up to? He had been behaving so strangely these past few days. When I looked into those heart-stopping eyes of his, I saw no plotting, no planning, no devious intentions. Only his sweet, childlike innocence. So, I dismissed the flowers and invitation as a friendly gesture. Little did I know, it was hardly friendly.
I blinked. What is it, bakasaru?
He grinned delightedly. Look ! and he promptly thrust a bouquet of lotus into my hands.
I blinked again, looking down at them, as a foreign and downright strange feeling grew in my chest. What was this feeling, I wondered. What is this stupid boy doing to me?
But he wasnt a boy any longer. We defeated out enemies nearly four years ago. Back when he was 18... Now he was to be turning 22 any day
As for me, I would be 27 in a few months. Not that I was looking forward to it. Not in the least. Another year meant youth was becoming more and more distant.
Flowers? I asked.
He nodded enthusiastically. Flowers! he chirped.
I blinked. What for?
He smiled at me, knowledge of something I couldnt comprehend shinning in his eyes. For you, Sanzo! he replied as if it were the most obvious thing. But he didnt make me feel like a fool for my ignorance on such a matter.
Why? I questioned. He was still smiling his goofy smile, leaving me to wonder if he was alright upstairs. Which, of course, I knew he wasnt. At least to some degree.
Because. You give flowers to people you love. Its to make them feel special.
My chest ached and I couldnt think correctly. You give flowers to someone you love. Goku gave flowers to me. He loves me? He wants me to feel special? I felt dizzy. Maybe there was no subliminal message there and I was just reading into things.
I see For once, I has no sarcastic or insensitive comment to throw back at him. I hadnt been nasty to Goku for a while now, actually. He had stopped his childish behavior and had become more mature. I glanced at the flowers before looking back at him.
He had indeed matured, both mentally and physically. His round, boyish face had become thinner and longer, his little curved nose became more prominent and adult, and his round eyes had become more slanted.
My eyes trailed down his body, which, had gone from being 54 to 58. He also had become more muscular and Im sure that things had grown
Goku was no longer the boy he had been, but was now a mature, young man. How had this development escape me for so long? Was I blind to not notice?
Do you like them, Sanzo? he questioned, his golden eyes piercing through me. I had known this boy since he was 12... Now he was nearly 22... 10 yearsA small, scrawny bakasaru had become an extremely attractive, mature man. There was something so delightfully surprising about this.
I looked at the lotus flowers, their scent invading my sense of smell. They were very lovely and fragrant. I dont even know why, but they made me feel so good. Warm.
A small smile touched my lips. Yes, I do. he smiled ecstatically, happy he had pleased me. Thank you Goku.
He placed his calloused hands on my desk, looking hopeful. Tomorrow, can we go out for lunch? his golden gaze pierced me again.
Lunch?
He nodded. Yes, lunch. We could go on a picnic of sorts
Any special reason? I inquired.
He shrugged. I dont know. Just because. he replied pure heartedly.
What harm could a picnic do? Very well, now leave, I have work to finish.
He nodded obediently and turned, but then glanced back at me, as if expecting something, or maybe he had something to say.
Thank you, Sanzo. and he left.
I sat at my desk for a long while, not completing any of my work, only wondering what had gotten into him. He normally left me alone to my own devices. We usually ate dinner together and occasionally would go visit Gojyo and Hakkai together. He never brought me flowers or asked me to picnic with him.
I gently touched the mentioned flowers, feeling their silken petals kiss my fingertips. What could Goku be up to? He had been behaving so strangely these past few days. When I looked into those heart-stopping eyes of his, I saw no plotting, no planning, no devious intentions. Only his sweet, childlike innocence. So, I dismissed the flowers and invitation as a friendly gesture. Little did I know, it was hardly friendly.