Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Calling ❯ Chapter 5
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Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.30.2003 | Updated On: 11.10.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.30.2003 | Updated On: 11.10.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
"You're awake?" I asked and the stranger looked at me.
"Yeah. I thank you for bringing me in although I'm sorry for putting through all this trouble," he said and I waved my hand.
"Don't worry about it. It's not uncommon for me to go after a pretty face."
"What?"
I smiled and lit a cigarette.
"The doctor said not to smoke in here, but I don't think you're gonna mind all that much. If you were gonna die, you would have done it by now."
"Yeah. I suppose you're right. I'm sorry for all this. Um... you don't have any food?"
"I do. Hang on and I'll get you something."
"Let me get something. I'm a pretty good cook. I'll make you extra."
"You sure you should be up and around? I mean, you're the one that almost got killed."
"I'll be okay but thanks."
"All right. Just trying' to be hospitable."
"You know, you haven't asked me any questions," he said as he sat up. "About who I am or why I was out there..."
"It ain't any of my business. I was just bein' a good Samaritan in savin' you, that's all."
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All right!!! FOOD! I KNEW my nose was right. I put on my most hungered and dying look and walked over to the group of people that sat eating around a fire.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help but smell that wonderful cooking. I'm afraid I haven't eaten in...over a week. Can you spare some food?" I asked and coughed a little to further prove how weak I was.
"Get outta here," the man said and bent over to pick up a gun. Damn. I sure picked this wrong. Looks like I'm gonna have to use my feet to get out of this one. The woman laid a hand on the man's shoulder and shook her head.
"Where do you get off treating a poor child like that? Look at him. Not eating anything must have stunted his growth. We can spare some food for a poor soul, can't we?"
Hey....there's nothing wrong with my height. Where does she get off calling me short? Man, so I'm not as tall as Sanzo. I don't care. I can reach everything important. Of course, he has to lean forward to kiss me at night but I don't think that really matters because we're usually on the bed and height really doesn't have anything to do with the bed. Length though....that's a different matter. Length is something I lack but I think that has something to do with my height. Maybe not eating for five hundred years had something to do with it. I sure wish I knew what I did to get stuck there for so long...
"See what you did?" the woman asked and I turned my attention back to the present. "You frightened him."
"I'm sorry boy," the man mumbled as he lowered his gun. "Here's a bowl for you. We can't be too careful. Not with the way things have gotten lately."
"What things?" I asked as I sat down.
"Those damned demons. I don't know what's gotten into them but they've been committing murders left and right."
"Shh. Look at the way he eats. It looks like he's been starving for more than a week," the woman said.
I'd tell them that this was normal for me...but...man this is good. I wonder what it is. But....I don't want to get shot with that man's gun. I've already got Sanzo to worry about. Of course, he threatens me a lot more with his fan then with his gun. I should be glad about that. I really don't want to come into contact with his gun. I've seen what it can do to others. I don't want the same thing to happen to me. Boy this stuff is good. I wish I could make something like this myself. I'm not a good cook. I can't wait for anything to cook. I eat it before it even gets into the pot.
"This stuff is really good! Can I have some more?" I asked as I held up my empty bowl. The man made a move to protest but the woman stopped him.
"Of course you can. You poor thing. By the way you eat, it looks like you haven't had a decent meal for at least a month," the woman said.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" the man asked and I looked at him. Doing out here? Damn. I never thought I'd get asked that question. Great. Now I've got to come up with something. That's not always my strong point.
"I'm looking for my friend. He said he was going to the temple or shrine or something but he hasn't come back. I'm afraid that I got lost looking for him. I don't know how long I've been in these woods," I said, hoping that the man would believe my story.
"Yes, these woods are confusing for someone not familiar to them. We used to live near the shrine but were forced out of our home when the demons attacked. We're on our way to a safe village," he said.
"Oh. I hope you find one."
"And I hope you find your friend," the old woman said.
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Where is he, damn it? I TOLD him to stay in one spot. Now I've got to go looking for his sorry ass. Why can't he listen? The moron was probably hungry and went in search of food. I bet he's lost too.
I'm going to have to find him. Maybe he should sleep on the floor tonight. I'm certainly not going to let him have anything of mine. Especially not from there. The moron is probably stuck somewhere, calling for help. Again.
I can't forget how pathetic he looked in that prison sitting there staring out at me.
"Let's go," I had said as I held my hand out to him.
"Go where?" he had asked.
"All right Goku. I'm not in the mood to play games. Where the hell are you?"
There was a noise in the brush and I aimed my gun. Goku stepped out and blinked his eyes. I sighed in relief then smacked him across the head with my fan.
"OW! What the hell was that for?" Goku demanded and I folded my arms.
"For disobeying me. I told you to stay put," I said.
"Hey it's not my fault the floating heads got done early."
"You were supposed to stay here."
"But Sanzo, I was really hungry and I smelled something cooking...."
"No excuses. You disobeyed me. Let's go."
"Where are we going, huh?"
"Shut up."
"But I wanna know where are we going?"
"Goku, you've already annoyed me once today. Don't try for a second time."
"What's got you pissed off? Aw....c'mon...it's not a secret is it? I don't like secrets."
"We're going back to see Gojyo."
"Gojyo? Why?"
"Because I think he's hiding more than he's letting on."
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Why do we have to go back and speak to the cockroach again? That's what he looks like. Especially with his hair. He looks like a giant cockroach. It I were taller, I'd probably step on him. I wonder if that'd be bad....Doesn't Sanzo tell me not to take lives? Of course that doesn't make sense. Why does he tell me one thing then go off and kill people with his gun? He says it's got some sort of "divine influence". What the hell is that?
"Stop Goku," Sanzo said and I looked at him.
"What?" I asked. He pushed me against a tree and brought his face close to mine. What was wrong with him? He leaned closer to me and I opened my mouth. He kissed me as I felt his hands lower on my body. What was he trying to do? He drew away and took a rope from his robe. I watched him tie my hands together then stared at him.
"What did I do?" I asked and he grinned.
"Nothing. At least not yet. We don't have to go back and speak to Gojyo straight away. We can stay right here and have some...fun," he said.
"How the hell is this having fun? I can't move my arms."
"You aren't supposed to. I'm the one in control. Now shut up. You're talking too much."
I watched him untuck my shirt. He ran a hand up underneath it and placed the other hand in my pants. Was this a new ritual he was trying? Wait...I could feel my face grow warm as I felt pressure on my skin. I know what he's doing. I wonder why I couldn't tell earlier. I guess it's because I trust him so much.
"Sanzo..."
"You talk too much Goku."
He kissed me again and I watched that shine in his eyes as he drew away. I don't know what it is, but it seems to be only there when he does this to me. I watched his face for a moment then drew away. I smelled danger. Sanzo must have sensed the same thing that I had because he drew away and pulled out his gun. He scanned the area as I took out my nyribuu. Something definitely bad was out there and Sanzo was really pissed. I guess it had to do with being interrupted. He really wanted to do what he was doing to me and it got cut short. I feel bad about that....What am I thinking about? Something bad is out there and I'm thinking about Sanzo. I've got to change my thinking.
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"So...what are you gonna do once you're healed?" I asked and the stranger looked at me.
"There are some things that I must take care of," he replied as he drew another card. I looked at my hand and then at him, trying to figure out what he was holding. I mean, he's pretty damned good for an invalid. Not to sound mean or anything but hell, I make a living out of gambling and he's beaten me five times now. How does he do it?
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm just trying to figure out how you keep beating me," I said and he apologetically lowered his head.
"I'm sorry. I've always had a knack for this," he said and I waved a hand.
"Don't worry about it. I guess you've got more luck then I have skill. Hold on. That's the door. I wonder who's coming by at this time of night. If it's a woman, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Huh? Oh. Of course."
I stood up and lit a cigarette and walked to the door. I opened it and stepped outside. Damn. What stood in front of me was a blonde with intriguing violet eyes. But, there was one problem. Those eyes belonged to none other than that high priest Sanzang or whatever. Yup. He brought his monkey along too. Great. What did I do to deserve this visit?
"Hey there Mr. Monk. I thought you and your playmate were long gone from here," I said and made a slight face at the double meaning of "playmate". I pray to all things sacred that the second meaning wasn't true. For a priest and a monkey to be....
"This isn't a pleasure call," he said as I leaned against the door of my house.
"Really? Let's see, what are you selling? Scriptures? Holy cookies?"
"What the hell is he talking about, Sanzo?" the kid asked and the priest looked at him.
"Quiet Goku. All right, we've heard that you have someone staying in your house," the priest said and I looked at him.
"Later maybe. My libido is running pretty high tonight," I said and the priest glared at me.
"You're starting to piss me off so you'd better answer my questions or else you'll regret it. Now, we have information that a man by the name of Cho Gonou, a man who has murdered an entire demon clan was seen around this area. We also know that you've taken in an injured man. All I want to know is if that man is Cho Gonou."
"And what will you do if it is?"
"Take him to be punished. Murder is a serious crime."
"Sorry. I don't know who you're talking about. There hasn't been anyone else around here for awhile."
"All right then. If you want death so much, I'll give it to you."
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Man this stinks. I don't know why but it does. Well, I'm pretty sure I know why. Before it was just me and him. Now we've got that stupid bug guy and we've got to do what those floating heads say. I miss the days when it was just me and Sanzo.
Yeah that monestary we were at was boring as hell but the food was good. It you were a rabbit. I mean, I didn't mind the food, but I wish we could have had meat once in awhile. I don't see how vegetarians survive. I guess that's why Sanzo would leave and take me to a place that served meat at least a couple times a month. Now what was the reason again? Why couldn't there be meat in the monestary? I know there's some reason why Bhuddists aren't supposed to eat meat but I can't remember why.
Let's see...Bhuddists can't eat meat because....it has something to do with flowers. Little pink flowers. What did Sanzo call them? Carnations. Meat has something to do with carnations which is why we're not suposed to eat any. Hey...that makes no sense at all. In any case, I like my meat. Especially when it's been cooked well. Not really well, though. I don't like when it's all black and hard. That kind of meat is just gross.
But that's not the most important reason why I miss the old days. I miss just being with him. Sure I get my time with him now but it's not like it once was. There was more to it in the past. I would say hotter but I don't know if that's right. I mean, sure I got hot when he did it, but I figured that was because of the fire or the blankets or something. Heat can't be a...feeling can it? I mean, my hands start to sweat when he does it, just like they sweat when I'm too close to the fire but....Hey why is Sanzo looking at me like that? I haven't done a damned thing wrong. Of course, that might be the problem.
"Yeah. I thank you for bringing me in although I'm sorry for putting through all this trouble," he said and I waved my hand.
"Don't worry about it. It's not uncommon for me to go after a pretty face."
"What?"
I smiled and lit a cigarette.
"The doctor said not to smoke in here, but I don't think you're gonna mind all that much. If you were gonna die, you would have done it by now."
"Yeah. I suppose you're right. I'm sorry for all this. Um... you don't have any food?"
"I do. Hang on and I'll get you something."
"Let me get something. I'm a pretty good cook. I'll make you extra."
"You sure you should be up and around? I mean, you're the one that almost got killed."
"I'll be okay but thanks."
"All right. Just trying' to be hospitable."
"You know, you haven't asked me any questions," he said as he sat up. "About who I am or why I was out there..."
"It ain't any of my business. I was just bein' a good Samaritan in savin' you, that's all."
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All right!!! FOOD! I KNEW my nose was right. I put on my most hungered and dying look and walked over to the group of people that sat eating around a fire.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help but smell that wonderful cooking. I'm afraid I haven't eaten in...over a week. Can you spare some food?" I asked and coughed a little to further prove how weak I was.
"Get outta here," the man said and bent over to pick up a gun. Damn. I sure picked this wrong. Looks like I'm gonna have to use my feet to get out of this one. The woman laid a hand on the man's shoulder and shook her head.
"Where do you get off treating a poor child like that? Look at him. Not eating anything must have stunted his growth. We can spare some food for a poor soul, can't we?"
Hey....there's nothing wrong with my height. Where does she get off calling me short? Man, so I'm not as tall as Sanzo. I don't care. I can reach everything important. Of course, he has to lean forward to kiss me at night but I don't think that really matters because we're usually on the bed and height really doesn't have anything to do with the bed. Length though....that's a different matter. Length is something I lack but I think that has something to do with my height. Maybe not eating for five hundred years had something to do with it. I sure wish I knew what I did to get stuck there for so long...
"See what you did?" the woman asked and I turned my attention back to the present. "You frightened him."
"I'm sorry boy," the man mumbled as he lowered his gun. "Here's a bowl for you. We can't be too careful. Not with the way things have gotten lately."
"What things?" I asked as I sat down.
"Those damned demons. I don't know what's gotten into them but they've been committing murders left and right."
"Shh. Look at the way he eats. It looks like he's been starving for more than a week," the woman said.
I'd tell them that this was normal for me...but...man this is good. I wonder what it is. But....I don't want to get shot with that man's gun. I've already got Sanzo to worry about. Of course, he threatens me a lot more with his fan then with his gun. I should be glad about that. I really don't want to come into contact with his gun. I've seen what it can do to others. I don't want the same thing to happen to me. Boy this stuff is good. I wish I could make something like this myself. I'm not a good cook. I can't wait for anything to cook. I eat it before it even gets into the pot.
"This stuff is really good! Can I have some more?" I asked as I held up my empty bowl. The man made a move to protest but the woman stopped him.
"Of course you can. You poor thing. By the way you eat, it looks like you haven't had a decent meal for at least a month," the woman said.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" the man asked and I looked at him. Doing out here? Damn. I never thought I'd get asked that question. Great. Now I've got to come up with something. That's not always my strong point.
"I'm looking for my friend. He said he was going to the temple or shrine or something but he hasn't come back. I'm afraid that I got lost looking for him. I don't know how long I've been in these woods," I said, hoping that the man would believe my story.
"Yes, these woods are confusing for someone not familiar to them. We used to live near the shrine but were forced out of our home when the demons attacked. We're on our way to a safe village," he said.
"Oh. I hope you find one."
"And I hope you find your friend," the old woman said.
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Where is he, damn it? I TOLD him to stay in one spot. Now I've got to go looking for his sorry ass. Why can't he listen? The moron was probably hungry and went in search of food. I bet he's lost too.
I'm going to have to find him. Maybe he should sleep on the floor tonight. I'm certainly not going to let him have anything of mine. Especially not from there. The moron is probably stuck somewhere, calling for help. Again.
I can't forget how pathetic he looked in that prison sitting there staring out at me.
"Let's go," I had said as I held my hand out to him.
"Go where?" he had asked.
"All right Goku. I'm not in the mood to play games. Where the hell are you?"
There was a noise in the brush and I aimed my gun. Goku stepped out and blinked his eyes. I sighed in relief then smacked him across the head with my fan.
"OW! What the hell was that for?" Goku demanded and I folded my arms.
"For disobeying me. I told you to stay put," I said.
"Hey it's not my fault the floating heads got done early."
"You were supposed to stay here."
"But Sanzo, I was really hungry and I smelled something cooking...."
"No excuses. You disobeyed me. Let's go."
"Where are we going, huh?"
"Shut up."
"But I wanna know where are we going?"
"Goku, you've already annoyed me once today. Don't try for a second time."
"What's got you pissed off? Aw....c'mon...it's not a secret is it? I don't like secrets."
"We're going back to see Gojyo."
"Gojyo? Why?"
"Because I think he's hiding more than he's letting on."
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Why do we have to go back and speak to the cockroach again? That's what he looks like. Especially with his hair. He looks like a giant cockroach. It I were taller, I'd probably step on him. I wonder if that'd be bad....Doesn't Sanzo tell me not to take lives? Of course that doesn't make sense. Why does he tell me one thing then go off and kill people with his gun? He says it's got some sort of "divine influence". What the hell is that?
"Stop Goku," Sanzo said and I looked at him.
"What?" I asked. He pushed me against a tree and brought his face close to mine. What was wrong with him? He leaned closer to me and I opened my mouth. He kissed me as I felt his hands lower on my body. What was he trying to do? He drew away and took a rope from his robe. I watched him tie my hands together then stared at him.
"What did I do?" I asked and he grinned.
"Nothing. At least not yet. We don't have to go back and speak to Gojyo straight away. We can stay right here and have some...fun," he said.
"How the hell is this having fun? I can't move my arms."
"You aren't supposed to. I'm the one in control. Now shut up. You're talking too much."
I watched him untuck my shirt. He ran a hand up underneath it and placed the other hand in my pants. Was this a new ritual he was trying? Wait...I could feel my face grow warm as I felt pressure on my skin. I know what he's doing. I wonder why I couldn't tell earlier. I guess it's because I trust him so much.
"Sanzo..."
"You talk too much Goku."
He kissed me again and I watched that shine in his eyes as he drew away. I don't know what it is, but it seems to be only there when he does this to me. I watched his face for a moment then drew away. I smelled danger. Sanzo must have sensed the same thing that I had because he drew away and pulled out his gun. He scanned the area as I took out my nyribuu. Something definitely bad was out there and Sanzo was really pissed. I guess it had to do with being interrupted. He really wanted to do what he was doing to me and it got cut short. I feel bad about that....What am I thinking about? Something bad is out there and I'm thinking about Sanzo. I've got to change my thinking.
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"So...what are you gonna do once you're healed?" I asked and the stranger looked at me.
"There are some things that I must take care of," he replied as he drew another card. I looked at my hand and then at him, trying to figure out what he was holding. I mean, he's pretty damned good for an invalid. Not to sound mean or anything but hell, I make a living out of gambling and he's beaten me five times now. How does he do it?
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm just trying to figure out how you keep beating me," I said and he apologetically lowered his head.
"I'm sorry. I've always had a knack for this," he said and I waved a hand.
"Don't worry about it. I guess you've got more luck then I have skill. Hold on. That's the door. I wonder who's coming by at this time of night. If it's a woman, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Huh? Oh. Of course."
I stood up and lit a cigarette and walked to the door. I opened it and stepped outside. Damn. What stood in front of me was a blonde with intriguing violet eyes. But, there was one problem. Those eyes belonged to none other than that high priest Sanzang or whatever. Yup. He brought his monkey along too. Great. What did I do to deserve this visit?
"Hey there Mr. Monk. I thought you and your playmate were long gone from here," I said and made a slight face at the double meaning of "playmate". I pray to all things sacred that the second meaning wasn't true. For a priest and a monkey to be....
"This isn't a pleasure call," he said as I leaned against the door of my house.
"Really? Let's see, what are you selling? Scriptures? Holy cookies?"
"What the hell is he talking about, Sanzo?" the kid asked and the priest looked at him.
"Quiet Goku. All right, we've heard that you have someone staying in your house," the priest said and I looked at him.
"Later maybe. My libido is running pretty high tonight," I said and the priest glared at me.
"You're starting to piss me off so you'd better answer my questions or else you'll regret it. Now, we have information that a man by the name of Cho Gonou, a man who has murdered an entire demon clan was seen around this area. We also know that you've taken in an injured man. All I want to know is if that man is Cho Gonou."
"And what will you do if it is?"
"Take him to be punished. Murder is a serious crime."
"Sorry. I don't know who you're talking about. There hasn't been anyone else around here for awhile."
"All right then. If you want death so much, I'll give it to you."
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Man this stinks. I don't know why but it does. Well, I'm pretty sure I know why. Before it was just me and him. Now we've got that stupid bug guy and we've got to do what those floating heads say. I miss the days when it was just me and Sanzo.
Yeah that monestary we were at was boring as hell but the food was good. It you were a rabbit. I mean, I didn't mind the food, but I wish we could have had meat once in awhile. I don't see how vegetarians survive. I guess that's why Sanzo would leave and take me to a place that served meat at least a couple times a month. Now what was the reason again? Why couldn't there be meat in the monestary? I know there's some reason why Bhuddists aren't supposed to eat meat but I can't remember why.
Let's see...Bhuddists can't eat meat because....it has something to do with flowers. Little pink flowers. What did Sanzo call them? Carnations. Meat has something to do with carnations which is why we're not suposed to eat any. Hey...that makes no sense at all. In any case, I like my meat. Especially when it's been cooked well. Not really well, though. I don't like when it's all black and hard. That kind of meat is just gross.
But that's not the most important reason why I miss the old days. I miss just being with him. Sure I get my time with him now but it's not like it once was. There was more to it in the past. I would say hotter but I don't know if that's right. I mean, sure I got hot when he did it, but I figured that was because of the fire or the blankets or something. Heat can't be a...feeling can it? I mean, my hands start to sweat when he does it, just like they sweat when I'm too close to the fire but....Hey why is Sanzo looking at me like that? I haven't done a damned thing wrong. Of course, that might be the problem.