Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Calling ❯ Chapter 2
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Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.18.2003 | Updated On: 11.10.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 710 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.18.2003 | Updated On: 11.10.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 710 | Status: Completed
I'm always getting in trouble here, it seems. I wish I had a friend here. It sure would make things a lot more fun. Hey, what's that noise? A puppy! It looks lost. I know! I'll make it my friend. Come on, let's play! Stop that! It tickles!
"Hey! What do you think you're doing with that mutt?!" a monk asked as I ran into the temple with the puppy in my arms.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen!"
"Come back here you little wench!"
"Goku what the hell are you doing?" Sanzo screamed as he stepped out onto the covered walkway.
"Look Sanzo! Look what I found! He's my new friend! We're going to the kichen!" I cried as I ran past him.
"Goku! Get back here you ape!"
"What? What do you want Sanzo?"
"Put the dog down Goku. Dogs don't belong here."
"Why not Sanzo?"
"Goku, don't you have any sense?"
"What? Yes I do. We're going to the kitchen. Come on! Oh...I guess I need to give you a name. What should I call you?"
"Moron."
"What? That's not a good name for a dog. He doesn't look like a moron."
"I wasn't talking about the dog."
"Sanzo, why are you always picking on me? Why are you so mean? What have I done? Huh Sanzo? Huh? Huh?"
"Put the dog down or I'm banning you from the kitchen."
"Aw...all right. You know Sanzo, you could be a little nicer."
"Shut your mouth."
"Let's go! Sanzo doesn't want us in here any more. We'll play outside."
"Why are you wasting your time on a brat like that, High Priest?" a monk asked and Sanzo looked at him.
"What I waste my time on is none of your business. Are you coming, Goku?"
"Where are we going?"
"To my study. I think it's time to teach you some things."
"What kind of things, Sanzo? Huh? What kind of things?"
"First you're going to learn to shut your mouth or I'm going to shut it for you permanently."
"Why are you always so mean, Sanzo?"
"You talk too much, Goku."
The skies clouded over and I fell silent as a summer shower began to fall down around the temple. The looked sort of like tears and I glanced up at Sanzo. He had gotten a faraway look on his face and I sighed. Sanzo didn't like the rain for some reason. It always made him sad. I don't know why, but I watched him sit on the windowsill as he gazed off into a faraway time. I gently set the dog in his lap, not wanting to startle him, but to offer what little means of comfort that I had. It seemed impossible to me, that someone could stay upset when the eyes of a puppy are looking up at you.
"Goku..." Sanzo said and I looked at him.
"Yes, Sanzo?" I asked and his eyebrow twitched. That wasn't necessarily a good thing...
"Get this damned dog off of me!"
"But why Sanzo?"
"Because now I've got to change. He's obviously not housebroken, is he?"
"What's that?"
"Look, I don't have time to deal with your questions right now. Let that thing run around outside."
"But..."
"Just go."
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Why did I pick him up? What was it about him that spoke to me? I mean look at him, running around in the rain chasing that dog. He has the same mentality of an animal. Why could I hear him when he himself could not hear his own calling? One thing that I have never understood is why her was there in the first place. I've refused to inquire about that matter at the shrine because I do not know if I want to know the answer.
"Lord Sanzo!" an elderly man cried and I looked at him.
"What's he done now?" I asked. If picking that monkey up has shown me anything, it's shown me that he has an aptitude for getting into trouble.
"He's tracking mud onto my clean floors! I spent all morning washing it! Please make him stop!"
"Goku!"
"Yeah?" he asked with that same blank expression in his eyes as he set the dog on the floor. He had the same look in his eyes when I first ran into him. There was the spirit of a child in his golden eyes but there seemed to be something more...
"What's wrong, Sanzo?"
"You see that mess?"
"On the floor? Yeah. It's pretty bad. Someone should clean it up."
"Thank you for volunteering, Goku."
"Me?! But why me?"
"Because YOU made the mess."
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Stupid dog. I don't know why I'm stuck cleaning up after him. It isn't fair. Look at him, just sitting there reading his paper. It's not fair. How can he be so...stuck up? Sanzo has many different personalities, it seems, but I feel really close to him. Closer than I've ever felt with anyone before. Of course, Sanzo is the first person that I remember. No one came by my cell. The only living things I saw were animals and those were few and far apart. My yellow bird, the one that shone like the sun, had been my friend for as long as I could remember and then to see him fall over like that...
I thought that I'd be there forever. Alone, with no one around. I didn't want that, but I didn't know what I could do. I still don't know what I did to get chained up like that.
"Stop frowning. It doesn't suit you," Sanzo said and I looked at him.
"Stop dropping ashes on the floor. It's not dry yet!" I cried and Sanzo glanced at me.
"Then get me that ashtray."
I walked over to the table and picked up his ashtray. I don't see why I had to get up. He could get it just as well as me. I handed the ashtray to him and he took it and then glanced at the floor.
"You've still got a lot to do," he said and I looked at him.
"What do you mean? I'm almost done," I said and he shook his head.
"You got the dirt from your shoes all over what you just mopped. You're going to have to do it again."
"Why did you make me get that ashtray, then?"
"I didn't tell you to track dirt over your freshly mopped floor."
Why does he treat me this way? Sometimes it seems as though the animals get better treatment from him. I mean, the dog doesn't have to clean up his mess. I do. I only thought he'd like to play. Who cares about the floors anyway?
"Goku stop it."
"What did I do now, Sanzo? I'm just standing here. I'm not doing anything!"
"Maybe that's the problem. Idle hands do not get the work done."
"I don't see you doing anything."
"You talk too much."
"Well I don't, Sanzo. How come you can sit around all day and yet I've got to work so hard?"
"Maybe when you stop acting like a stupid monkey you won't have to work so hard."
"I am NOT a monkey! OW! What did I do now?!"
"Get back to work or the little mutt in the corner goes."
It just isn't fair. Why does he treat me like this? I'm just like he is. Well, aside from his height and hair and eye color...I'm just like he is. So my clothes don't look as nice as his. Hell, I wouldn't want to wear something like that anyway. I mean, it must get boring to wear that robe all the time. Not to mention hot...I know he wears that black outfit underneath. I've seen him put it on many times. That's one thing I don't understand about priests. Why do they have to wear such heavy clothes in the middle of the desert?
"Hey, where are you taking him?" I asked and Sanzo looked at me.
"You weren't working so he goes," he replied and carried the dog out of the room. This is so not fair. Why does he treat me like this? Why does he treat me like I'm some sort of pet? He's the only one I feel attached to but for him to treat me like this....
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Look at him sleeping. He can't do it like a respectable person. He has to spread himself over the entire bed. You'd think imprisonment would have taught him something.
I pulled off my black shirt and sighed. It felt good to get out of that outfit. I don't mind my position but the attire of a high priest gets pretty damned hot at times.
I envy him sometimes. He has a lot more freedom than I do, it seems. Me, I'm bound by my teachings and the scriptures. Him...he can do whatever the hell he wants and even though I try to keep him in line, he still displays his ignorance.
But, there is definitely something about him that I cannot explain. There is a deep connection between the two of us, whether I want to admit it or not. I don't know why, but is it possible that when I picked up that monkey I...?
"I'm surprised you're awake. You sleep so soundly," I said as I glanced over at the bed.
"What are you upset about, Sanzo?" he asked and I shook my head.
"I'm not upset about anything."
"I don't like when you sit like that, Sanzo. I feel bad.
"Goku..."
"Yes, Sanzo?"
"You talk too much. Come here."
He did as he was told and I embraced him. He said nothing as he gazed up at me with his yellow eyes. They were the eyes of trust as I leaned forward and placed my mouth on his. His eyes closed in content and I shook my head. Why did he do that?
"Idiotic monkey," I muttured as he drew away from me and made his way back to the bed. I watched him remove his shorts then turned my attention back to the newspaper. I knew what he wanted but I wasn't going to give it to him right then. Of course, I usually can't stand him sulking for more than five minutes anyway. He sat cross-legged on the bed and I sighed. The moron still had a lot to learn.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing with that mutt?!" a monk asked as I ran into the temple with the puppy in my arms.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen!"
"Come back here you little wench!"
"Goku what the hell are you doing?" Sanzo screamed as he stepped out onto the covered walkway.
"Look Sanzo! Look what I found! He's my new friend! We're going to the kichen!" I cried as I ran past him.
"Goku! Get back here you ape!"
"What? What do you want Sanzo?"
"Put the dog down Goku. Dogs don't belong here."
"Why not Sanzo?"
"Goku, don't you have any sense?"
"What? Yes I do. We're going to the kitchen. Come on! Oh...I guess I need to give you a name. What should I call you?"
"Moron."
"What? That's not a good name for a dog. He doesn't look like a moron."
"I wasn't talking about the dog."
"Sanzo, why are you always picking on me? Why are you so mean? What have I done? Huh Sanzo? Huh? Huh?"
"Put the dog down or I'm banning you from the kitchen."
"Aw...all right. You know Sanzo, you could be a little nicer."
"Shut your mouth."
"Let's go! Sanzo doesn't want us in here any more. We'll play outside."
"Why are you wasting your time on a brat like that, High Priest?" a monk asked and Sanzo looked at him.
"What I waste my time on is none of your business. Are you coming, Goku?"
"Where are we going?"
"To my study. I think it's time to teach you some things."
"What kind of things, Sanzo? Huh? What kind of things?"
"First you're going to learn to shut your mouth or I'm going to shut it for you permanently."
"Why are you always so mean, Sanzo?"
"You talk too much, Goku."
The skies clouded over and I fell silent as a summer shower began to fall down around the temple. The looked sort of like tears and I glanced up at Sanzo. He had gotten a faraway look on his face and I sighed. Sanzo didn't like the rain for some reason. It always made him sad. I don't know why, but I watched him sit on the windowsill as he gazed off into a faraway time. I gently set the dog in his lap, not wanting to startle him, but to offer what little means of comfort that I had. It seemed impossible to me, that someone could stay upset when the eyes of a puppy are looking up at you.
"Goku..." Sanzo said and I looked at him.
"Yes, Sanzo?" I asked and his eyebrow twitched. That wasn't necessarily a good thing...
"Get this damned dog off of me!"
"But why Sanzo?"
"Because now I've got to change. He's obviously not housebroken, is he?"
"What's that?"
"Look, I don't have time to deal with your questions right now. Let that thing run around outside."
"But..."
"Just go."
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Why did I pick him up? What was it about him that spoke to me? I mean look at him, running around in the rain chasing that dog. He has the same mentality of an animal. Why could I hear him when he himself could not hear his own calling? One thing that I have never understood is why her was there in the first place. I've refused to inquire about that matter at the shrine because I do not know if I want to know the answer.
"Lord Sanzo!" an elderly man cried and I looked at him.
"What's he done now?" I asked. If picking that monkey up has shown me anything, it's shown me that he has an aptitude for getting into trouble.
"He's tracking mud onto my clean floors! I spent all morning washing it! Please make him stop!"
"Goku!"
"Yeah?" he asked with that same blank expression in his eyes as he set the dog on the floor. He had the same look in his eyes when I first ran into him. There was the spirit of a child in his golden eyes but there seemed to be something more...
"What's wrong, Sanzo?"
"You see that mess?"
"On the floor? Yeah. It's pretty bad. Someone should clean it up."
"Thank you for volunteering, Goku."
"Me?! But why me?"
"Because YOU made the mess."
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Stupid dog. I don't know why I'm stuck cleaning up after him. It isn't fair. Look at him, just sitting there reading his paper. It's not fair. How can he be so...stuck up? Sanzo has many different personalities, it seems, but I feel really close to him. Closer than I've ever felt with anyone before. Of course, Sanzo is the first person that I remember. No one came by my cell. The only living things I saw were animals and those were few and far apart. My yellow bird, the one that shone like the sun, had been my friend for as long as I could remember and then to see him fall over like that...
I thought that I'd be there forever. Alone, with no one around. I didn't want that, but I didn't know what I could do. I still don't know what I did to get chained up like that.
"Stop frowning. It doesn't suit you," Sanzo said and I looked at him.
"Stop dropping ashes on the floor. It's not dry yet!" I cried and Sanzo glanced at me.
"Then get me that ashtray."
I walked over to the table and picked up his ashtray. I don't see why I had to get up. He could get it just as well as me. I handed the ashtray to him and he took it and then glanced at the floor.
"You've still got a lot to do," he said and I looked at him.
"What do you mean? I'm almost done," I said and he shook his head.
"You got the dirt from your shoes all over what you just mopped. You're going to have to do it again."
"Why did you make me get that ashtray, then?"
"I didn't tell you to track dirt over your freshly mopped floor."
Why does he treat me this way? Sometimes it seems as though the animals get better treatment from him. I mean, the dog doesn't have to clean up his mess. I do. I only thought he'd like to play. Who cares about the floors anyway?
"Goku stop it."
"What did I do now, Sanzo? I'm just standing here. I'm not doing anything!"
"Maybe that's the problem. Idle hands do not get the work done."
"I don't see you doing anything."
"You talk too much."
"Well I don't, Sanzo. How come you can sit around all day and yet I've got to work so hard?"
"Maybe when you stop acting like a stupid monkey you won't have to work so hard."
"I am NOT a monkey! OW! What did I do now?!"
"Get back to work or the little mutt in the corner goes."
It just isn't fair. Why does he treat me like this? I'm just like he is. Well, aside from his height and hair and eye color...I'm just like he is. So my clothes don't look as nice as his. Hell, I wouldn't want to wear something like that anyway. I mean, it must get boring to wear that robe all the time. Not to mention hot...I know he wears that black outfit underneath. I've seen him put it on many times. That's one thing I don't understand about priests. Why do they have to wear such heavy clothes in the middle of the desert?
"Hey, where are you taking him?" I asked and Sanzo looked at me.
"You weren't working so he goes," he replied and carried the dog out of the room. This is so not fair. Why does he treat me like this? Why does he treat me like I'm some sort of pet? He's the only one I feel attached to but for him to treat me like this....
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Look at him sleeping. He can't do it like a respectable person. He has to spread himself over the entire bed. You'd think imprisonment would have taught him something.
I pulled off my black shirt and sighed. It felt good to get out of that outfit. I don't mind my position but the attire of a high priest gets pretty damned hot at times.
I envy him sometimes. He has a lot more freedom than I do, it seems. Me, I'm bound by my teachings and the scriptures. Him...he can do whatever the hell he wants and even though I try to keep him in line, he still displays his ignorance.
But, there is definitely something about him that I cannot explain. There is a deep connection between the two of us, whether I want to admit it or not. I don't know why, but is it possible that when I picked up that monkey I...?
"I'm surprised you're awake. You sleep so soundly," I said as I glanced over at the bed.
"What are you upset about, Sanzo?" he asked and I shook my head.
"I'm not upset about anything."
"I don't like when you sit like that, Sanzo. I feel bad.
"Goku..."
"Yes, Sanzo?"
"You talk too much. Come here."
He did as he was told and I embraced him. He said nothing as he gazed up at me with his yellow eyes. They were the eyes of trust as I leaned forward and placed my mouth on his. His eyes closed in content and I shook my head. Why did he do that?
"Idiotic monkey," I muttured as he drew away from me and made his way back to the bed. I watched him remove his shorts then turned my attention back to the newspaper. I knew what he wanted but I wasn't going to give it to him right then. Of course, I usually can't stand him sulking for more than five minutes anyway. He sat cross-legged on the bed and I sighed. The moron still had a lot to learn.