Nov 22, 2008 00:45
Sanzo waited until Goku regained consciousness to give him hell, there in the room Kougaiji had set aside for the injured. Just to be sporting.
“Sanzo?” Goku croaked blearily as he opened his eyes to see the priest hovering above him with a grim expression.
His paper fan had gotten lost somewhere during all the fighting, so the situation called for some ‘creative punishment.’
“This,” Sanzo told him as he jerked the pillow out from under the brunet’s head, “is for getting carried away and almost killing yourself.”
“Wha-?”
The pillow held firmly over his face, Goku flailed, his legs caught in the bed sheet as he shoved at Sanzo’s hands weakly. Sanzo finally pulled the pillow away to stare down at him impassively.
“What...the hell?” Goku demanded, gasping for breath. Sanzo made another threatening lift of the pillow, and Goku ripped it from his hands to fling it towards the opposite side of the room. The blond made a reach for Goku’s second pillow, but Goku beat him to it, and hugged it tightly to his chest.
“But we won, didn’t we?” the younger man protested. “No one...” He swallowed thickly, paling slightly. “No one’s dead, right?”
“No one who’s not supposed to be,” Sanzo agreed, and Goku heaved a visible sigh of relief. He watched the monk pull his Marlboros from his sleeve, watched as he fingered the pack absently, then put it away again, unopened.
“Um,” Goku stammered, avoiding his gaze. “About earlier...”
“Going to recant while you’ve still got the chance, in hopes of leniency?” Sanzo suggested, his voice casually neutral.
Goku’s head shot up. “No,” he retorted stubbornly, “I’m not gonna take it back. You’re my most important person, and I want...” Sanzo watched him struggle to find the right words for what he was feeling, words that would assure Sanzo he knew what he was talking about, and wasn’t misinterpreting a deep filial affection for something else. “I want us to be like Gojyo and Hakkai,” he mumbled under his breath, his face coloring.
“Ugh.” Sanzo grimaced. “Become like those two? I’d sooner shoot the both of us.”
“You jerk!” Goku complained as he hurled the pillow at his face. “You know what I meant!”
His brow furrowed, Sanzo took a deep breath; the type he usually took when he was preparing to let Goku know, in no uncertain terms, why whatever he wanted was a Really Idiotic Idea. “You--”
“Tell me ‘no.’” Pushing himself up to kneel on the mattress, Goku stretched out a hand to catch the fabric of the blond’s sleeve. “Tell me ‘no,’ Sanzo, and I won’t bring it up again.”
“Tch!” With a scowl, Sanzo yanked his arm away, flushing indignantly. “Are you really that much of a masochist?” he demanded.
“Tell me no,” Goku goaded, his chin thrust out defiantly.
There were a million ways in which anything more between them would invite disaster, Sanzo was sure. All of them escaped him at the moment, but that was beside the point. What stuck out foremost in his mind was the feeling that had seared through his whole body when Ni stood there, smirking at Goku’s attack, and he had drawn back his hand to...
“Gonna kiss you now,” the brunet informed him resolutely.
“We’ll never be like those two,” Sanzo insisted mulishly, feeling as if he had to get the last word in somehow. Goku leaned in, his eyes half-lidded and his lips parted just so--moron probably didn’t even realize he was doing it--but contrary to his initial instincts, Sanzo remained where he was.
Goku was an idiot, but he was his idiot, and Sanzo wouldn’t hand him over to anyone else.
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