Love?

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I saw the monk and the saru coming towards my house.

Ding Dong.

“Mhm, come in.” I called.

“YAY!! FREE FOOD!” yelled Goku.

“ACK! Baka saru!”

Sanzo frowned as he came into the kitchen.

“Hn, you’ve been drinking.” he commented.

“Yeah...” I put my feet up on the table. “Drinking to forget my worries.”

Silence for a while, except for Goku shouting out the names of food.

“By the way, where’s Gonou?” I asked, as casually as I could.

“He’s dead.”

I froze, then turned around slowly.

“What the fuck...what the hell did you say?!”

“You heard me.” said Sanzo calmly, lighting a cig.

I grabbed the collar of his robes.

“You’re the bastard who told him to live!”

“I thought I told you. God doesn’t save anyone.”

“THIS DOESN’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH GOD!”

I let go of Sanzo’s robes.

“You were close to that guy weren’t you.”

“Maybe.”

I covered my face with my hand. Then, unexpectedly, I began to laugh.

“Heh... heh...”

“What’s funny?” said Sanzo.

“How ironic...I never thought this would be happening...”

“Hey.”

Sanzo put his hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry.”

I was surprised at the monk’s tone. It was full of sympathy.

“You don’t get it at all, Sanzo.”

I left the table and lay down in my bed.

I could hear Sanzo saying “Come on, Goku. This isn’t a good time for Gojyo.”

Chapter 2

I guess it was kinda weird, picking a guy up off the road like that.

But when he looked at me, it was like a smile.

I still dunno what made me do that.

~ “Too bad...that this isn’t hell...” ~

~ “This is the first and last time I’m gonna carry a guy to bed.” ~

Aww. How sweet of me. Doing that for a complete stranger.

And he kicked my ass in poker! He apologised for being so good at the game and everything.

Normally it would’ve pissed me off. I don’t really give a shit about politeness.

But I didn’t mind him.

~ “I had killed many people.” ~

That’s what he said.

~ “I used the blade of ego by borrowing the name of revenge. After I have finished something I had left undone, I’m ready to take any punishment for atonement. Thank you for saving me. This might’ve been a penitence though...”

“Penitence?”

“To me, your hair and eyes seem like... blood.”

I was shocked. Blood? I mean, it wasn’t like the kinda ‘AHHH! BLOOD!’ shock but it was like ‘Muh? Blood?’ kinda shock.

“The crimson red that dyed my hand was the only thing that tied me down to reality when I tried to escape from the gravity of the pain. Those hair and eyes of yours are a warning meant for me, Gojyo-san.”

Silence for a while.

“I see...”

“I’ll be going now.”

“Yeah.” ~

Maybe I wanted to meet someone like him, a person who can see my hair and eyes as blood.

A person like me...

~ We were talking about his lover. His dead lover.

“Reality is like that.” I was saying. “Cuz of reality, if you didn’t think you had enough love or something, it wouldn’t be a reason to blame yourself. Well, I can’t say anything. I don’t really have anything precious...”

I turned back to look at him. He was smiling.

“Nothing to love...” ~

Chapter 3

~ Gentle hands, caressing my face.

“G-Gonou...”

“Gojyo-san...”

I understood why he had smiled like that.

He felt for me.

And I guess I felt for him too.

It was understandable, he lost his only loved one and I’m, well, a guy who basically lives off one night stands.

I kissed him tenderly and he returned my kiss.

“Do you love me?” I whispered.

He smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

Beautiful green eyes penetrating my soul.

That moment was ...umm...strange?

I buried my hand in his hair and kissed him passionately. My other rubbed his back, which allowed moans of pleasure to escape from his mouth.

I licked the nape of his neck and tasted the sweetness of his skin.

“I love you, Gojyo-san.”

“Mhm. I love you too Gonou.” ~

Yeah, I love him.

And now he was gone. Thanks to that fucking monk.

Dammit. I can still hear his voice.

Chapter 4

So this is what it came to in the end.

I cut off my hair. But that scar was still there.

And my eyes.

I mean, it’s not like I can change the colour of my eyes, right?

So anyway, I was walking around in the market and the girls at the bar spotted me.

Damn.

They asked me what was with my hair.

I told them I had my reasons.

Too bad.

If I cut off my hair, it’ll still grow back.

I grabbed an apple from a nearby stall.

“Lady, I’ll take this one.”

Then some punk bumped into me.

I resisted the urge to beat the shit out of them.

So I opened my mouth to say something bad instead.

“It’s a beautiful red, isn’t it?” the guy said.

He turned to look at me. Those green eyes and that unforgettable smile.

Gonou.

“Gojyo-san.”

I smiled. “Yeah. Lady, I’ll take four of these.”

“Hey, you tricked me you fake monk!”

We stopped by at Sanzo’s temple for a friendly hello. Goku was being as annoying as ever.

“What are you talking about?” asked Sanzo. “Buddhism prohibits any killing. If you thought a little, you would’ve realised that!”

I seriously wanna kill him.

“So you’re free?” the saru asked Gonou.

“Yes. The Sanbutshin told me to throw away the name Gonou and walk a new path of life.”

“So what’s your name now?”

“Hakkai.”

“Hakkai...it suits you better than your old one!”

“Really?”

“Ha! I bet you wouldn’t be able to memorise it with your lack of brain cells, saru!” I teased.

“Don’t mock me! Hakkai, Hakkai, Hakkai, Hakkai, Hakkai, Hakkai, Hakkai, Hakkai!” shouted Goku.

Above all the noise, I heard Sanzo say to Hakkai “How's the eye?”

“Good, thank you. Oh, and I’ve decided to live at Gojyo-san’s place.”

Hakkai shot me a smile. I grinned back.

I guess...everything turned out ok.

I took a puff from my cig and leaned back.

Yeah.

We were gonna be ok.

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