Fic: Tripitaka (Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku)
Title: Tripitaka
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Author: greed-san aka icedark_elf
Recipient: Northern Star
Rating: PG-13 for cranky Sanzo
Warnings: Pissy Sanzo. Should always warn for that.
Summary: When a traveling monk pops in for a few day, Sanzo isn't sure what to think.
A/N: Cookies if you get the joke.
They had returned, all of them. Had survived the stupid mission west and made it back without too much damage to themselves or others. Sanzo didn't count the mental damage Gojyo and Goku claimed. They were alive, and had all their limbs intact.
Now that they were back, it seemed like things were going to settle back to normal, with a few more sutras and an older monkey to feed.
That wasn't quite what happened.
It had been odd when the lower level monk, Tripitaka, had stopped at the temple asking for a place to rest and to gather his thoughts. Sanzo hadn’t even dealt with the man, which was the job of people who had far more time of their hands.
That’s what he told them, at least. Mostly so he didn’t have to deal with situations like dealing with people unless absolutely necessary. What was the use of being able to have others do that for him if he didn’t use it? He had enough to deal with just dealing with the monkey.
Only the monkey hadn’t been around so much anymore.
It had taken a bit, but Sanzo had finally tracked him down to the visitor, the monk Tripitaka. The fact that he distracted Goku so much from Sanzo had a few of the others muttering he must have a way with animals. Mutterings that quickly stopped around Sanzo, who found himself in more and more a foul tempter over that kind of talk.
It wasn’t like he missed the boy or anything, but when most of the conversations involved the traveler in some way, Sanzo found himself going through his cigarette allotment a great deal faster.
He simply could not see what fascinated Goku so much about the man. He was so…ordinary. He followed all the rules set down before him. He didn’t drink, he didn’t smoke, and he didn’t eat meat. He -meditated- and meant it, and he was just…just…. Irritating.
And it was even more irritating that he made Sanzo feel that way. He didn’t even know this man, and Tripitaka had found a way to get under his skin. Sanzo had though only Gojyo had possessed that talent, and made a mental note to shoot him for teaching it to others. It was the only explanation. Somewhere, the man had opened a “How to piss of Sanzo” school. Shooting was too good for him. He’d send a hungry Goku to stay with him instead.
If he could get Goku away from the man.
And if one more person asked him if he was all right, there was going to be bloodshed. He could pretend he was still heading west. Maybe claim it was a relapse from the stress or something.
“Saaaanzo!”
Ah, that was a familiar cry. He wondered what Goku wanted now.
“Sanzo,” Goku grinned as he yelled and attached himself to Sanzo, ignoring the swats, hugging the man tight. “Tripitaka and I are going to go eat in the gardens. You want to come with us?”
Tripitaka again. Scowling, Sanzo pried Goku off. “No. I have important things to do.”
Goku gave him a look. “You don’t do anything important. That’s why you say you have other people around is so they do the work and leave you alone.”
It was a knowing look, at that was just as bad as the fact that the boy was right. Growling a bit, he moved away from him. “No. Go enjoy your picnic with your new friend. I have work to do.”
With that, he stalked off and shut the door to his rooms with a firm hand. Some might have called it a slam, but Sanzo didn’t slam doors. He was too fucking serene for that, so he shut it with a firm hand.
Grabbing a newspaper, and a full pack of cigarettes, Sanzo set about killing the breathable air around him for the night.
Or that was the plan, anyway.
He had forgotten that little things like shut doors failed to keep Goku out, and he followed right in. Eyes bright, he frowned at Sanzo. “What’s wrong with you? You’re even more pissy than normal.” He scowled at Sanzo, and Sanzo scowled back.
“Why are you here? Go play with your new friend.”
Goku continued to stare, and it was starting to make Sanzo a bit less than comfortable. The demon was getting far too good at reading Sanzo’s moods, and making amazing leaps of logic that were getting more and more on target. Frightening really, especially when it was focused on him. Sanzo hated when other people could read him easily.
“You’re jealous….” There was a bit of awe in Goku’s voice. “You’re jealous I don’t hang out with you so much anymore!”
The smug pleased tone made Sanzo’s teeth grind. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Stupid monkey, go play with your friend.”
“You haven’t called me that in a while,” Goku said, grinning and bouncing in place. “It’s been a while. I kinda missed it.” He shifted closer. “Why are you jealous, Sanzo?”
A question in such an innocent voice and so not very innocent eyes. Now Sanzo was back to wanting to shoot Gojyo, as he was sure the man was the cause of this. Teaching things that Goku was too young to know.
“I’m not jealous of anyone, least of all over you.”
Goku brightened even more. “You’re jealous over me? That’s awesome.” Some how he got even bouncier. Sanzo was going to have to find out who had given him sugar. Or peaches. Peaches made him bouncy as well.
“Why would anyone be jealous over you?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
Sanzo’s hand was already going for his weapon of choice when dealing with Goku, and even the rustle of paper was a bit soothing. “I am not jealous over you.”
A moment of quiet, then Goku grinned and darted forward with that damn demon speed of his.
It was just a peck, really, not even a real kiss, but Sanzo felt his cheeks warm even as he saw the blush on Goku’s face as the boy retreated for the door. “Love you too, Sanzo.” Then he was gone.
“I’m,” Sanzo said quietly, “going to kill that monkey.”
Even as he said it, weapons were tucked away, and he pulled out a new cigarette.
He had a long night of thinking ahead of him. Damn Goku for the kiss and for being right. How was the world supposed to function like that?
Stupid world ending events.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Author: greed-san aka icedark_elf
Recipient: Northern Star
Rating: PG-13 for cranky Sanzo
Warnings: Pissy Sanzo. Should always warn for that.
Summary: When a traveling monk pops in for a few day, Sanzo isn't sure what to think.
A/N: Cookies if you get the joke.
They had returned, all of them. Had survived the stupid mission west and made it back without too much damage to themselves or others. Sanzo didn't count the mental damage Gojyo and Goku claimed. They were alive, and had all their limbs intact.
Now that they were back, it seemed like things were going to settle back to normal, with a few more sutras and an older monkey to feed.
That wasn't quite what happened.
It had been odd when the lower level monk, Tripitaka, had stopped at the temple asking for a place to rest and to gather his thoughts. Sanzo hadn’t even dealt with the man, which was the job of people who had far more time of their hands.
That’s what he told them, at least. Mostly so he didn’t have to deal with situations like dealing with people unless absolutely necessary. What was the use of being able to have others do that for him if he didn’t use it? He had enough to deal with just dealing with the monkey.
Only the monkey hadn’t been around so much anymore.
It had taken a bit, but Sanzo had finally tracked him down to the visitor, the monk Tripitaka. The fact that he distracted Goku so much from Sanzo had a few of the others muttering he must have a way with animals. Mutterings that quickly stopped around Sanzo, who found himself in more and more a foul tempter over that kind of talk.
It wasn’t like he missed the boy or anything, but when most of the conversations involved the traveler in some way, Sanzo found himself going through his cigarette allotment a great deal faster.
He simply could not see what fascinated Goku so much about the man. He was so…ordinary. He followed all the rules set down before him. He didn’t drink, he didn’t smoke, and he didn’t eat meat. He -meditated- and meant it, and he was just…just…. Irritating.
And it was even more irritating that he made Sanzo feel that way. He didn’t even know this man, and Tripitaka had found a way to get under his skin. Sanzo had though only Gojyo had possessed that talent, and made a mental note to shoot him for teaching it to others. It was the only explanation. Somewhere, the man had opened a “How to piss of Sanzo” school. Shooting was too good for him. He’d send a hungry Goku to stay with him instead.
If he could get Goku away from the man.
And if one more person asked him if he was all right, there was going to be bloodshed. He could pretend he was still heading west. Maybe claim it was a relapse from the stress or something.
“Saaaanzo!”
Ah, that was a familiar cry. He wondered what Goku wanted now.
“Sanzo,” Goku grinned as he yelled and attached himself to Sanzo, ignoring the swats, hugging the man tight. “Tripitaka and I are going to go eat in the gardens. You want to come with us?”
Tripitaka again. Scowling, Sanzo pried Goku off. “No. I have important things to do.”
Goku gave him a look. “You don’t do anything important. That’s why you say you have other people around is so they do the work and leave you alone.”
It was a knowing look, at that was just as bad as the fact that the boy was right. Growling a bit, he moved away from him. “No. Go enjoy your picnic with your new friend. I have work to do.”
With that, he stalked off and shut the door to his rooms with a firm hand. Some might have called it a slam, but Sanzo didn’t slam doors. He was too fucking serene for that, so he shut it with a firm hand.
Grabbing a newspaper, and a full pack of cigarettes, Sanzo set about killing the breathable air around him for the night.
Or that was the plan, anyway.
He had forgotten that little things like shut doors failed to keep Goku out, and he followed right in. Eyes bright, he frowned at Sanzo. “What’s wrong with you? You’re even more pissy than normal.” He scowled at Sanzo, and Sanzo scowled back.
“Why are you here? Go play with your new friend.”
Goku continued to stare, and it was starting to make Sanzo a bit less than comfortable. The demon was getting far too good at reading Sanzo’s moods, and making amazing leaps of logic that were getting more and more on target. Frightening really, especially when it was focused on him. Sanzo hated when other people could read him easily.
“You’re jealous….” There was a bit of awe in Goku’s voice. “You’re jealous I don’t hang out with you so much anymore!”
The smug pleased tone made Sanzo’s teeth grind. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Stupid monkey, go play with your friend.”
“You haven’t called me that in a while,” Goku said, grinning and bouncing in place. “It’s been a while. I kinda missed it.” He shifted closer. “Why are you jealous, Sanzo?”
A question in such an innocent voice and so not very innocent eyes. Now Sanzo was back to wanting to shoot Gojyo, as he was sure the man was the cause of this. Teaching things that Goku was too young to know.
“I’m not jealous of anyone, least of all over you.”
Goku brightened even more. “You’re jealous over me? That’s awesome.” Some how he got even bouncier. Sanzo was going to have to find out who had given him sugar. Or peaches. Peaches made him bouncy as well.
“Why would anyone be jealous over you?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
Sanzo’s hand was already going for his weapon of choice when dealing with Goku, and even the rustle of paper was a bit soothing. “I am not jealous over you.”
A moment of quiet, then Goku grinned and darted forward with that damn demon speed of his.
It was just a peck, really, not even a real kiss, but Sanzo felt his cheeks warm even as he saw the blush on Goku’s face as the boy retreated for the door. “Love you too, Sanzo.” Then he was gone.
“I’m,” Sanzo said quietly, “going to kill that monkey.”
Even as he said it, weapons were tucked away, and he pulled out a new cigarette.
He had a long night of thinking ahead of him. Damn Goku for the kiss and for being right. How was the world supposed to function like that?
Stupid world ending events.