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An inhuman human	By : TheFelnore Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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!Warnings: language, violence, YAOI, spoilers for manga, anime...yeah and I made Goku grow up a bit physically and mentally.

It's the last chapter of this story!!!

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As Sanzo sat on the windowsill, he thought of the results of the last battle. After the recent fiasco with that shit Ukoku all of them saw the proof that he cared. Especially with the stunt he pulled. Did it really hurt so much to watch Goku bleed to the point of dying? Tch, yes it did. Damn. He really - really - wanted to keep those troublesome emotions somewhere deep down inside, away from prying eyes.

Perhaps, Hakkai and Goku understood to a degree what had driven him to leave them, or they, along with Gojyo, simply thought of it as one of his selfish acts. Admittedly, it was both, but that was only for him to know. He hated explaining his actions with passion. Fuck, he hated communication as a whole. Almost as much as he hated touch. Words led to physical contact - handshake, hug, slap on the back, reassuring touch - which led to attachment and loss and pain, things that he was trying his damnedest best to avoid.

Sometimes he wondered what he had done in his previous life to warrant any sort of attachments to the morons in this life. Though if he were given a choice between not knowing jack shit or trusting Kanzeon's words...he'd most certainly tell her - him? - to get lost. That hag would never tell him the whole truth, at least just to get a laugh at his expense.

The conversation with the three morons deemed finished, he shrugged the top of his robe off, letting the breeze caress the multi-colored skin of his arms and shoulders. He hadn't let Hakkai heal the bruises and small cuts, ordering him to concentrate on broken bones and internal injuries. And as such his tender skin had yet to heal.

The blonde leaned his head on the window, trying to forget about the recent conversation. Those morons would definitely be the death of him, whether they were aware of it or not. At moments like these he felt like a 60 year old gramps, with a luggage of life experience and problems on his shoulders. He wasn't even at fault there. He was born with the fucking karma dropping down on him like a load of shit.

Sanzo flicked off the fag end and remained sitting on the window sill, deep in his musings.

Suddenly a desperate sound resonated in his head, bringing the blonde out of his dark thoughts. He blinked and concentrated on the room behind him. The idiots were awake but silent, each having something to think over. The sound grew in volume and in a few seconds turned into his name being repeated over and over. He knew that voice. Fucking monkey craved inwardly for his attention, crying over the words he had said. Goku had never called out to him so loudly, not even when imprisoned in the mountain.

The monk gritted his teeth, determined to ignore the hurt voice and bright golden eyes that flashed in his mind. A few minutes later Sanzo felt ready to combust: the headache he got made him want to bang his head on the wall next to the window. Perhaps that would beat the voice out of it.

A moment or two later the monk tensed again. That was definitely something different from all the times Goku, and even Kougaiji, had called out to him. He could feel slight echoing resonating in his skull. The blonde focused on the echo only to reel back in surprise.

Oh fuck no!

How in the fucking world had Hakkai and Gojyo managed to get inside his head? It was definitely a sick joke Kanzeon Bosatsu played on him. Nobody else had the gall or need to mess with him.

His Master had really been lucky to hear only him, while his luck sucked ass. Why the fuck would he be able to hear stupid overly emotional youkai in his head? Goku was more than enough, but now...what was he supposed to do now? Hakkai's and Gojyo's voices were like shadows of the monkey's: not very loud, more controlled, but still hurt and desperate. Besides, drowning Goku's voice was nigh impossible. The little shit always ached with all his heart without any reservations and knowledge that Sanzo could hear it. Though he doubted it could have helped the situation any if the monkey knew.

Apparently, even without that special connection he shared with the monkey, if a youkai had an emotional break down the bastard's voice could worm its way into his already full to the brim head. That bitch Kanzeon would word it differently, he was sure of it: 'You hear those that are in need of your help, Konzen.' Sanzo grimaced, even the tone of her voice seemed real in his mind: patronizing but amused.

The blonde frowned, he was not going to succumb to their joined whining!

As minutes passed, the pressure in his head only increased, the voices sounding so desperate he could almost feel it. Sanzo's hands shook as he tried to light another cigarette. His head swam from being mentally ambushed by three persons simultaneously. For how long would he be able to tolerate the voices without going insane? Concentrating in battle would almost be impossible, which could kill him. Obviously.

The blond bit the fag in his mouth unable to finish it. The pressure became so much that it pushed on his eyeballs, making them burn and water. Something wet slowly streamed down his nose. The monk brought up a hand to wipe it, only to snort at the red smudge on his fingers. Sanzo stifled a sigh. If the damn divine beings wanted him to save the world from Gyumaoh, battle hundreds of youkai, host enough energy to manipulate sutras and hear voices in his head, they could have at least given him a more durable body. He wiped the blood again, wishing he could gauge his eyes out - they hurt so much.

Finally he spat out the ruined cigarette and swirled around to face his future murderers. So innocent and unsuspecting they were. He took in the sight of the bodies resting on different beds: Goku curled in on himself, facing the wall; Gojyo stared at the ceiling puffing out smoke; Hakkai lay on his side, back to the window and the monk. None of them looked at him or said a word, but he could hear them clearly in his head and it was driving him crazy. A particularly loud whine from Goku made him snap.

"Shut the hell up! All of you!"

The monkey turned around so fast he nearly rolled out of the bed, the taller men bolting up on their beds. Violet eyes rolled upwards. Great, they were already looking at him as if he had lost his mind.

Hakkai frowned as he saw blood smeared on the pale face, more dribbling down.

"Sanzo, are you hurt? You have blood~"

"Just shut the fuck up already and it'll stop!"

"You're not making any sense, you corrupted monk. Maybe you should wash your ears once in a while, because we weren't talking now."

"Sanzo, do you mean..."

Angry violet eyes snapped to the wide golden orbs, shining with wonder and recognition. The blonde nearly sighed, at least someone understood him.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean." The monk turned to the other two that watched the short conversation with confusion written all over their faces. "Listen here, and listen well. Stop fucking moping around, self-pitying and sulking. Get it through your thick skulls that nothing will happen. Ever. Accept it like you do everything else and go to sleep, morons."

Sanzo saw the signs of comprehension dawning on Hakkai, delicate features contorting in shock. Before he could warn the man that he would better not think anything funny because he could read his emotions if he concentrated hard enough - thus getting another killer headache - Hakkai's lips curled into a small smug smile. The bastard. Sanzo felt a tug on his sleeve, his eyes shifting to stop on the worried monkey.

"What?"

Ah, there it was - the signs of the boy he had known for years: slight nervousness, hesitation, worry, all written painfully clear on the tanned face.

"I...I thought you...that I was special..."

The sentence wasn't even whole and the boy - man, damnit, man! - swallowed the last part, so it was barely audible, but the monk understood the meaning clearly. Goku didn't need to speak for him to know the meaning of all the inquiries. He should have ignored those hurt eyes, the downcast expression and the crying voice in his head, but...he should have been used by now that there was always the 'but', no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

Sanzo closed his eyes for a moment, freeing his sleeve and placing his hand on top of the thick brown mop. He refused to think that any of them noticed the slight shake in his limb. Something in the golden orbs shifted, but he decided not to dwell on it.

"Tch. You're the loudest idiot. No matter how hard I try your voice gives me fucking headaches every day."

Fuck, he said too much. Should have stopped after the first sentence, because Hakkai wasn't the one smug now. The little shit had the gall to grin at him and then give the other two a sly look. He had a sinking feeling that this sex-crazed marathon of theirs targeted his sanity, which was in a precarious condition already.

As Sanzo retracted his hand and turned back to watch the night sky, he felt a bitter chuckle rise in his throat and die instantly. He knew without a doubt that he would try to protect the monkey as long as he lived. He didn't worry so much about Gojyo and Hakkai because they could take care of themselves now that they had finally stopped moping about the past; they knew what life was like. Goku, on the other hand, while incredibly strong and mentally maturing, was still too trusting, too emotional and a bit on naïve side. Stabbing him in the back offered no problems.

If the monkey was ever killed after he passed on...he didn't need a Merciful Goddess to know that he'd crawl out of whatever pit his soul would be thrown into upon his death to hunt that person down and murder them in the most gruesome way possible. He sometimes wondered how could that possibly happen: him becoming dangerously attached to the idiot monkey. Goku was always hyper, hungry, loud, annoying, clingy, emotional - everything he detested in a person. In spite of it all, when the moron's voice in his head kept silent, Sanzo felt uneasy and...empty.

A blonde eyebrow twitched. It was at times like these that he hated having such an active mind as his. It wouldn't stop working until it reached a solution to a problem and it just so happened that he had a huge ass problem on his hands. What to do with the three idiots? Sanzo suspected he'd have grey hair by the end of the year with the way things were going. Given that he survived until that time.

Sanzo's musings were interrupted as two warm hands wound themselves around his slim waist. The blonde froze instantly, every muscle in his body tensing at the unwelcome contact, ready to leap into action any moment. It was too close, too intimate. The monk controlled his voice, not letting anything into it, keeping it carefully devoid of any other emotion but anger. He trusted his companions enough, but such a position left him immobile and vulnerable - one of the most hated feelings. Yeah, he hated a lot of things.

"What is the meaning of this, monkey?"

A forehead covered by the heavy limiter rested on the back of his neck, soft puffs of air warming the leather over his skin. Sanzo thought sullenly that the position ruled out the possibility of a headbutt. And even if he tried he'd fracture his skull on the limiter sooner than gain any positive result.

"C'mon, Sanzo, relax. I just need to hold you for a bit."

The monk couldn't relax his body even if he wanted to. As it was he had no intention to give the moron behind him the pleasure of giving into his touch. The hands around him squeezed a little tighter, pinning his arms to the body harder, restraining any movements. Sanzo balked at being immobile. He could feel muscles in his arms and back tensing to the point of cramping.

"Let me go."

"But Sanzooo~"

"I said LET. ME. GO."

"Nah not yet. You feel so warm, though you're so tense that it feels like 'm hugging a board."

"Then DON'T. Whatever the fuck gave you the idea that you can touch me?"

Sanzo's senses battled with themselves. On one hand he knew he could lower his guard a bit, because it was only Goku for fuck's sake and the kid - 'A man times and times older and stronger than you could ever hope to be,' he had to remind himself again - wouldn't ever harm him intentionally. The monkey would rather rip apart anyone who dared to so much as touch him with an ill intent. Though the moron was more often than not blind to such things, missing the lustful glances and gropes his beloved Sun received. And it was definitely alright with Sanzo, for he would better deal with it himself than have ape shit to sort out later.

On the other hand, that same monkey was indeed times and times stronger than him and it was only because Seiten Taisei hesitated to finish him off that Sanzo could restore the golden diadem on him. So it was a given that Goku could snap him in half with little effort. While he wouldn't bother much with being disturbed by his charge's actions any other day, the idiot's undeniable loyalty to him, the current situation tested that same loyalty and self-control. In addition, he had never liked to have his back turned towards anyone, but he did anyway, though always prepared to put a bullet through a stupid enough head that thought the action to be careless.

Now, being restrained and having his back towards someone superior to him in strength and, well, simply dangerous depending on circumstances, made him edgy. Though playing it down had never posed a problem, anger always opened a way out of situations where the monk needed to cover up his thoughts and inner reactions.

At the question the tanned arms held him even tighter. The blonde could feel the pressure on his bones, but refused to show any signs of pain. A heavy sigh behind him caught his attention. If he were in a different predicament he would have found it amusing that Goku - Goku of all people! - sounded exasperated. The fuck? Sanzo was the one being sexually harassed, threatened to be raped, not the idiot monkey. Like hell he owed them anything, especially in a bed department.

"Sanzo, can't you just relax?"

The nerve of the brat! The monk felt his anger boil anew washing the exhaustion away for the time being.

"How can I possibly relax when I have three shitheads after my ass? And you haven't answered my question, you little shit: who the fuck gave you the right to touch me?"

"Ah c'mon, stop being so testy, Your Holiness. You know you like it."

The saucy wink would have made him stiffen even more, but right now Sanzo was extremely tense. He ground his teeth.

"Shut the fuck up, you waste of space. Why would I like it? What gave you the idea that I would want to get involved into your homosexual shit? Solve the fucking problem between yourselves, fuck each other, but don't get me involved! I neither have any attraction to nor want any of you. And never will. So stop it this instant you fucking morons."

The last words barely left his mouth when Goku's arms tightened even further almost making his bones crack and lungs get squeezed. Shit, the idiot was obviously upset if not angry. But he wouldn't just put his bare ass in front of them, no matter the danger for his life. He would go out of his way to help the idiots in the worst kind of situation, but not this. The longer Goku held on to him the more difficult became breathing for him. Apparently, an upset monkey didn't give a shit who he was trying to murder.

The red-head jumped off the bed and sauntered to the window, all the while wearing a sly grin, making the scars on his cheek distort. The tall man stopped just a step away from the monk and his pet, leaning on the other side of the window frame.

"You see, Saaanzo-sama, if you want this mission to be continued we have to so something pretty soon. Look at the poor monkey, he barely controls himself."

Violet eyes promised death to the kappa. A very painful one. Gojyo had to take a few seconds to remember that the blonde was restrained and couldn't hit or shoot him. The grin broadened showing off perfectly white teeth with canines more distinct than a human's.

Enough was enough. The monk gulped as much air as he could.

"Goku..."

Sanzo was getting dizzy and it took almost everything he had to control his voice, keeping the breathiness out of it.

It took the shorter brunette a couple of seconds to understand that he had been spoken to. The fog in his mind lifted, leaving him horrified at his own actions. He almost tried to choke Sanzo, his Sun, to death. He could feel muscles straining under his arms and bones almost giving way. As if burnt he jerked away from the blonde, golden eyes trained on the still form, searching it for any sign of pain or discomfort.

Before Sanzo said those awful - to Goku at least - words, the brunette became aware of his senses going into overload from the smell of his Sun and the feel of that warm, hard body in his arms. Both sides of him battled each other: one suggesting he just take the blonde right then and there, since he had already had his arms on the man; the other insisting upon waiting for the monk's permission. Well, at least while he had some control over himself.

But those words made him upset, mind clouding with anger and sadness. He knew that Sanzo understood that if he refused to cooperate, he'd be taken violently. Did his Sun really want that? Did he really dare them to violate him and give more reason to hate? The sheer possibility of the blonde having such a reason in mind hurt Goku. He wanted Sanzo to understand their feelings, to enjoy everything they could give him, to trust in them, to let them help him move forward. Alas, for some unfathomable reason the blonde refused to have any sort of intimate contact with them.

The blonde had to push the urge to gulp the air away, his freshly healed body groaning in pain. The damn monkey didn't even need to put much effort to kill him off. Sanzo turned to keep all three men in his line of vision, he didn't need any more unpleasant surprises. Goku was torn between looking like a deer caught in the headlights and immense sadness, Gojyo still leering at him. What bothered the monk was that Hakkai hadn't uttered a sound and didn't move all this time. The taller brunette sat on the bed, strange glint in his only eye, teeth gritted. A realization as heavy as Hontou castle fell on Sanzo's shoulders: the healer was barely controlling himself, holding onto the last threads of his sanity.

Sanzo was so absorbed in keeping his companions away from him, that he noticed a second too late a presence behind him. As he reached for the gun, two strong hands grabbed him from behind and pulled, the force unbalancing the monk, his gun rattling on the floor. He didn't even feel surprised when instead of falling to the ground he found himself in the air being carried by a huge, winged youkai through the night. And fuck he was fast. The dingy hotel they were staying at, grew further and further away, dozens of youkai surrounding it.

The monk snorted. The morons would deal with them in less than a minute. Though that was definitely a diversion to buy this winged demon enough time to take him away. His lips shifted into a bitter smirk. The sutra was left on the bed under his pillow. So instead of celebrating the success of their mission, this group of youkai is going to have Sanzo stew for supper tonight.

In a matter of seconds they entered thick forest, drawing out a curse out of the blonde. Those youkai were so predictable. They could have taken him straight to Gyoukumen or Kougaiji and let them deal with him, torture the whereabouts of the sutra out of him, but no...they had to make the mistake of taking the initiative and pry the information themselves. They had yet to learn that he wasn't afraid of them, no matter what they did. He tried to lift his hands to give the fucker a piece of his mind by ripping his wing off, but they barely moved, pain shooting through them.

'Fucking monkey!'

Mere moments before his head hit the closest tree, Sanzo remembered his master and the words that usually came to his mind in such situations: "Be strong, Priest Genjo Sanzo." Tch, as if dumping all his responsibilities on a 13-year old boy was a deed worthy of a strong man. Right then the blonde head met a tree and Sanzo's world turned black.

...

As Goku came out of his stupor and realized that his Sun had been kidnapped, nothing could stop him. The youkai surrounding the hotel were dead in a few seconds. Among the mangled heaps of dead bodies Goku watched as Hakkai and Gojyo ran to him, eyes darting around frantically searching for their leader. The monkey nearly lost it when the mental connection he had with the monk suddenly died. He was ready to run in the direction he could still smell Sanzo, but waited for the rest of the guys so they could move together.

"Goku, where is Sanzo?"

Hakkai saw the shorter man's face lose its tan, growing paler, golden eyes glued in the south direction.

"They took him. We need to hurry up, because I can't hear him!"

"What? They took the shitty monk?"

"Don't call him that, perverted kappa! Yes, they did! And we have to go after them now, his scent is getting weaker!"

"Oi oi I'm not the only pervert here, you know."

"Gojyo, stop baiting Goku. Goku, can you smell him if we go by Jeep?"

"Of course! I can smell Sanzo anywhere. Come on, Hakkai, let's go already!"

No more words were needed for the group to jump into the car and hurry in the direction Goku pointed at.

...

Silent groan left Sanzo's mouth as he woke up. Meeting with a tree left a painful throbbing in his poor head. Sometimes it seemed that it was a part of his body that suffered the most whether from physical injuries or some moron's whining. Realizing he was sprawled and restrained on something soft, the monk lifted his head. While the being tied up started looking pretty repetitive, the manner in which he was being held on the king-sized bed was rather disturbing: legs spread wide, leather belts holding them immobile, connected with bed posts; arms were shackled together at the wrists, the chain leading to the headboard. Thankfully he was fully clothed.

Well, wasn't that just fucking peachy?

From one group of perverts to another. At least he knew those three and that they weren't planning on eating him alive.

Taking a look around the room Sanzo came to a conclusion that he was kept in some shit old house with only one window in the room. Judging from the light streaming inside, he had been unconscious well over 12 hours. He knew he was weak, being human and all that, but that was just fucking ridiculous. Just how hard had he hit his head?

Heavy footsteps diverted his attention from the window, violet eyes snapping to the doorway, mouth ready to open and cuss out any shithead that dared to come into view. Despite his readiness to explode he kept silent. Sanzo felt intimidated awfully rarely. He could count those times on fingers of a single hand.

Hazel and Gat looked like little kids compared to the youkai that stood before his eyes. The creep would easily tower over Gojyo who was the tallest of their small group, probably surpassing the mark 6'7*. Black bat wings were half folded behind the broad back. Mahogany-colored leather hugged the broad muscular body like second skin, sculptured arms crossed on the chest. Pure white hair framed the tanned handsome face, long ears peeking through them and red eyes watching him with something all too familiar shining in them. This something that he saw every time no matter where he went, something that Hakkai had troubles hiding the last time he saw the healer - unadulterated lust.

Fuck him ten times over...by the look of things he wouldn't be eaten in a literal way. He didn't know whether he wanted to laugh hysterically or cuss out every deity he knew and not.

Assessing the situation took him under 20 seconds, so it was time to revert back to being Genjo Sanzo and not some cornered rabbit. Violet eyes narrowed and glared death at the youkai.

"I don't have the sutra, so fuck off."

Full lips stretched in a grin, showing off pure white teeth and sharp canines, typical for youkai. The low voice rumbled throughout the room and Sanzo would have betted his sutra, he was so sure the youkai purred.

"I do not care. What I care about is the fact that the High Priest Genjo Sanzo sacrificed his precious time to visit my humble abode."

The monk snorted. The guy was definitely high on something, but aside form that he looked like he had more brain than all the scum they had met before, except for Kougaiji and his gang. Why the fuck did he always get the smarter morons to deal with?

"Tch, you could have just faced me in the hotel and I would have 'sacrificed my precious time' to shoot you in your fucking snot."

His kidnapper watched him not even trying to conceal his amusement.

"I take it you are not satisfied with my looks. It is understandable though, since you, Genjo Sanzo, have astounding appearance yourself, I would even go as far as to describe it as otherworldly. It is impossible to be compared to you."

Sanzo nearly gaged. He didn't want to be complimented. Ever. His looks were one of the main sources of all his problems. He had long ago lost count how many people he had killed for being stupid enough to think they would get away with molestation attempts. Though sometimes enemies who were ordered to kill him made an idiotic mistake of admiring his face for far too long, thus giving him the chance to kill them first.

In spite of that, Sanzo couldn't see what was so good about his face. He knew that many considered him beautiful, but he couldn't understand what they saw in him. He had never been the one to care about looks, deeming it pointless. Besides, a pretty face often hid a disgusting personality. Like his. He knew himself perfectly well: he wasn't a kind, compassionate, tolerant, caring person. The many things he did that others categorized as 'kind' were just results of his view on the world and irritation. If something felt wrong then he changed it, so that the nagging feeling that scratched the back of his mind vanished. He didn't care about humans or youkai, he lived his life as he saw fit.

Even his position as Sanzo seemed meaningless to him. Only because his Master - the only one he cared willingly about - wished for him to take such a huge ass responsibility had he still not left the temple. Not to mention the fact that he had no other place to go to. The three morons he travelled with were the only living beings he gave a fuck about, although that was forced on him: no thanks to the past life.

So yeah, he wasn't a nice person and he didn't try to hide it. Still, many ignored it and looked at him with pure, unconcealed lust.

"I don't give a flying fuck about how you look. I'm not satisfied with you being alive in the first place. Go and die, you shithead."

The huge youkai took slow steps towards the bed, large hands undoing the leather vest.

"Ah yes, that infamous manner of speech of yours. It is a wonder that such a corrupted man like you could become the High Priest. You know, Genjo Sanzo, I have heard a lot a bout you and your beauty. I became so intrigued that I had to see you personally. When I caught a glimpse of your eyes, I knew that I had to have you! And now you are here, laid in front of my eyes, completely at my mercy. I am going to play with you and make you beg to become mine and end the torture. Be prepared, my beautiful toy."

Sanzo gave his captor a dark smile.

"Like hell I'm your toy, you fucking moron. You're not the first to threaten me, so what makes you think you're special? Do your worst, scum."

The monk didn't flinch as the heavy body climbed on the bed and the sick grin, long canines and bright red eyes obscured everything else around him. He would not bend to the will of some horny and twisted youkai. Even if he was weak, he had his pride. He would never show any weakness or fear in front of enemy or friend. Never. His stubbornness may kill him this time, but he would never grovel or beg for his life to be spared. His sutra and companions were safe and that's all he needed to know. They may die later some day, but he would not be the cause.

...

They sun begun to rise above the horizon and they still were in search of Sanzo. It had been hours since he was taken away and the atmosphere in Jeep was tense. Aside from Goku pointing out the way from time to time, no one uttered a word, all of them in their own worlds.

Goku blamed himself for everything that happened. If only he had better control over his youkai urges, he would have known enemies were approaching. He had distracted Sanzo. The man had such a high intuition that he felt most of the time when they were about to be ambushed. In addition, the monk was always on guard, ready to draw out his gun and kill anyone that got into the shooting range.

He was indeed an idiot for forgetting the dangerous situation they had been in for more than a year. And now, Sanzo, his Sun, payed for his recklessness. He prayed that the blonde was alive. After meeting the scorpion woman they got to know about the superstition among youkai about eating a Sanzo Priest and gaining immortality. He knew it was a load of crap, but many didn't. Besides, nothing stopped them from trying. Sanzo was a human and with the Minus Wave spreading insanity took over most of youkai, making them see humans as food.

Goku became painfully aware of it in the youkai village they stayed at, when they separated from Sanzo. While many of them killed humans for the fun of it and ate them afterwards, Sanzo was a different story, being the most wanted man. Knowing his Sun's personality Goku had no doubts that he would aggravate his situation, angering his captors. Sanzo was simply not a man who would sit back placidly and wait for his verdict. He was too proud and stubborn to admit defeat. But that was what made him the Sanzo Priest they loved and cherished.

The shorter brunette swallowed past a lump in his throat, his hold around the banishing gun tightening. They had to save Sanzo by any means necessary.

Baiting Goku didn't even occur to Gojyo as a way to alleviate his worry. Chewing a cigarette didn't help either. They were so preoccupied with convincing the monk to accept their feelings and desires that they didn't notice the commotion outside the hotel. That was so fucking careless of them that the red-head couldn't even begin to understand from which point of their journey had they started acting this stupid and lowering their guard, having their minds clouded with want for the blonde.

They had obviously given him the wrong impression and changing it with Sanzo's stubbornness seemed almost impossible. So that irritated them further, angering the monkey so much that he forced physical contact on the monk. In normal circumstances Goku wouldn't dare to do something like this, but neither was the situation nor them normal. And now because of their utter stupidity Sanzo was caught and Buddha knew what was done to him. He refused to think that the man had already been killed or eaten alive. At the mere thought of it slipping through his brain, his stomach churned. They would not allow that to happen. He secretly hoped that Kanzeon was watching over their prissy monk, like she did when he nearly died the first time since the beginning of the journey.

Hakkai didn't care that his fingers were cramping from the tight grip he had on the steering wheel. They had to hurry, or they would regret it for the rest of their lives. He couldn't let another person he loved die. If he could turn into a youkai for the second time, he would do it without further thought if it meant saving Sanzo. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if they arrived to the monk's corpse, or worse, only bones. Youkai under influence of the Minus Wave were cruel. But the smarter they were the more cruel and twisted they got.

The healer ground his teeth. If - IF! - by a sick twist of fate Sanzo was dead when they found him he didn't need to guess to know that Goku would go berserk, letting Seiten Taisei annihilate everyone and everything in his path. And with a grim smile Hakkai thought that he wouldn't even try to stop the Sage from destroying everything, but, most probably, would even lend a hand. If Sanzo was not with them, then he didn't care about the resurrection of Gyumaoh or the world. Everything could just disappear.

Hakkai pressed the shirt closer to his body, feeling the sutra restlessly humming against his body. He didn't know what the thing was and what it reacted to. But he supposed it was either wanting to get used against him as a youkai, or searching for its master. He had no idea if it played any role which Sanzo used it. But the roll still felt alive to him. The healer wondered if it felt the same way for Sanzo when he wore it on his shoulders.

...

The group reached its destination in the evening, as sun began to set. Among thick, old trees stood a pretty small wooden house. Hakkai and Gojyo had to restrain Goku from rushing in. The aura surrounding this particular part of the forest was dark and promised a tough fight. No one guarded the only entrance and that spoke volumes about the person having Sanzo in their hold. The captor was definitely confident in their fighting skills and had no need for help.

They carefully crept through the door, entering a small dark room with only one other door in it. Hakkai built up his chi, ready to blast anyone to smithereens; Goku and Gojyo had their weapons out, prepared to fight. The healer reached for the door, not trusting their shorter friend. When it came to Sanzo being injured, Goku had almost no control over himself. The wooden door creaked slightly as Hakkai opened it. Gojyo and Goku had to push him, when the green-eyed man stopped still in his tracks. As three pairs of eyes peeked into the room, they stared unblinkingly.

Sanzo was sprawled out on the bed, legs and arms chained to it, his torn clothes on the floor. The pale body was covered with numerous wounds and claw scratches, some deep, the others barely damaging thin skin, blue and purple bruises decorating the tied up man. Violet eyes were closed and only after watching him intently for a few seconds did they notice the slight heaving of the bloodied chest. Blonde hair was soiled with red, formerly silky strands sticking together. Bed covers were soaked in blood, red liquid streaming onto the floor. There were barely noticeable splatters on the walls, giving wood an appearance of being painted on.

Gojyo, who had a hand on Goku's shoulder, felt the smaller male tremble. He gripped the shaking shoulder tighter, whether trying to reassure himself or Goku - he wasn't sure, that Sanzo was alive. They arrived late, but the monk was breathing.

With his sharp eye Hakkai took notice of the pale left arm resting in an unnatural angle, obviously broken; long deep wounds down the sides, bones peeking through; puncture wounds on the long neck and shoulders - definitely left there by teeth; a long scratch going from the right eye to the jawline, painting the side of the face dark red; a big bruise on the left side of the face and blood leaking from the corner of pale lips, not to mention other, more shallow cuts and scratches. Sanzo was breathing and that was good news, but he appeared to be unconscious.

Low rumbling laughter brought them out of their shocked stupor, three heads swiveling to the darkest corner of the room, when a huge shadow moved slowly into the fading light.

"The look on your faces was priceless. Rest assured, I took great care of your beloved monk. Sadly, he had not cried out even once when we played. Though that shed light on why he was chosen as a High Priest. This human's willpower is truly admirable. So, you must be 'the morons'?"

As no one answered the youkai, he grinned.

"Thought so. Genjo Sanzo mentioned, his words: 'You're stupider than the morons if you think you can make me submit.' I have yet to prove that lovely Priest wrong, so I am afraid I cannot return him back to you."

"Like hell we need you to give him back, we'll take him ourselves after killing you!"

No one could hold Goku back - and no one intended to do so - as he leaped at the huge enemy, golden eyes burning with rage. His Nyoi bo smashed into youkai with such force that the massive body flew through the wall, the short brunette vanishing into the hole in a blink of an eye. Gojyo wasn't about to sit back and watch, so he followed, leaving Hakkai to take care of their leader.

As sounds of a fight broke the stillness of the forest, the green-eyed man darted to Sanzo. Without much effort he snapped the shackles, freeing lifeless limbs. The sutra inside his shirt hummed more intensely, almost burning his skin. Hastily Hakkai took it out and placed near the unconscious man. As the healer pushed his chi into the unresponsive body, he searched for internal injuries. Had they been an hour or so later, Sanzo would have died from bloodloss. As he searched more for injuries he breathed a sigh of relief upon not finding any traces of rape. Obviously Sanzo was molested, but there was no penetration involved.

He found a rib puncturing one lung and hurried to put it back in place and make the tissues grow together, easing the blonde's breathing. A few seconds into healing the damaged sides, two bodies smashed through the wall. The green eye snapped to the intruders, only to find Goku and Gojyo slowly rising to their feet, breathing heavily, both already battered. Hakkai paled a little. Just what kind of monster were they fighting if it managed to deal with both men so fast, leaving them breathless.

Gojyo finally got to his feet.

"What's wrong with this bastard? It feels like a completely one-sided fight."

Goku, slightly unstable on his feet, rushed forward.

"I don't care! I'm gonna kill him!"

"Don't hog him all for yourself, stupid monkey! I want a piece of that shithead too!"

When Hakkai was left alone with Sanzo again, he evaluated his options. He could either go and help those two, or heal the monk as properly as he could. Pondering for a few seconds, he decided on the first course of action. If Goku and Gojyo wouldn't be able to defeat the youkai, then no matter how much he healed Sanzo, the man would catch them, kill him and continue torturing the blonde. They had a better chance of survival if they combined their power to defeat the youkai and then head back. He had healed the monk enough to breathe properly and not to die of bloodloss.

Anyway, they had to finish it as fast as they could, or Sanzo could go into coma. With that in mind Hakkai ran outside, chi prepared for a blast.

...

They had been fighting for who knows how long and only managed to injure the youkai a couple of times. With the ability to fly and tremendous power, the white-haired youkai either avoided the attacks or blocked them without much effort. Even though Goku and Gojyo managed to distract him enough for Hakkai to blast his wing off, the bastard didn't seem to be at a disadvantage even one-winged.

As they stood panting and contemplating their further actions, the enemy laughed at them.

"And this is the famous Sanzo Ikkou? It is not surprising that with such weaklings guarding him, stealing Genjo Sanzo was not a challenge at all."

Goku growled.

"We're not guarding him! Sanzo doesn't need to be guarded, he is strong enough on his own! We are helping him to avoid needless fighting!"

Gojyo grinned.

"Yes. If our Cherry-chan could hear you right now, he would shoot your ass on the spot for assuming such a foolish thing."

While his companions bickered with the tall youkai, Hakkai tried to gather as much chi as possible to make the next blast fatal. If he failed now, only taking off their limiters could help them win the battle. But in that case there was no guarantee that they would be able to suppress Seiten Taisei, his and Gojyo's powers combined. They were already worn out and even with his limiters off, Hakkai needed to be in top shape and help to put the diadem back on their shorter friend. Aside from that Goku wouldn't stand for him releasing his form and taking away his prey, that turned Sanzo into a bloodied heap.

"MAKAI TENJOU!"

The hoarse voice boomed throughout the place and white ribbons flew through the air, holding the youkai in a steel grip. Four men stared in disbelief as the slim blonde, dressed in torn, bloodied robes slowly made his way barefooted out of the hole in a wooden house. Breathing heavily, but with sure steps Sanzo approached his captor.

"My gun."

Acting reflexively on the command, Goku silently handed his Sun the banishing gun, golden eyes wide in shock, not comprehending the sight in front of him. No one moved, even the captured youkai, that stared at his 'toy' in a mix of shock and awe. As Sanzo closed the distance between them, the white-haired man grinned.

"Once again you live up to the High Priest Sanzo title."

The blonde only snored, long fingers caressing the gun in his hold.

"Of course. Fucking imbeciles like yourself should know better than to underestimate me. I could have left those morons to deal with you themselves, but they were taking too fucking long. Trust my words when I say you would be dead a long time ago if those idiots stopped playing around."

"Oh really? It didn't look that way when I had them panting on their knees."

Sanzo lifted a fine brow at the grinning bastard.

"Tch. They are just too fucking stupid to complete an easy task right, before bleeding to death. Now, if my memory serves me right, you wanted me to 'sacrifice my precious time' on you. Do you remember what I said to that?"

Watching as the grin faded from the tanned face, Sanzo cocked the gun and aimed it between red eyes, giving his target a satisfied smirk.

"That's right, that I would do so to shoot you in your fucking snot. A few words of holy teachings for you to dwell on in hell: don't play with toys you know jack shit about, scum."

The familiar clear sound of the gun going off resounded in the forest, the huge body falling on the grass, as blood leaked from the gaping hole between wide open eyes. Sanzo turned around from the dead body, sutra resting on his shoulders, calming him with its presence and strode towards the house.

"Give me a change of clothes and we're getting out of this shithole."

No one moved, eyes blinking to be sure they were not seeing a dream.

"Sanzo...Sanzo...SANZOOOOOO!"

Goku rushed to his Sun, eyes giving an impression of liquid gold with unshed tears. Sanzo slowly turned around, watching his charge run to him. A few steps before reaching the monk, Goku skidded to a halt, hesitant about what to do further. He wanted to touch Sanzo so badly, to assure himself he was alive. But he was afraid of the reaction it would cause and mindful of injures still not healed. The blonde sighed, taking a step towards the monkey and placed a hand on the mop of soft brown. It was amazing how he had no problems lifting it to shoot the brains out of the bastard, but now that it was over, he barely had the energy to move.

Tanned face lifted to stare at him in surprise, a moment later a flow of tears wetting it. Shaking hands came up to lightly wrap around slim waist, careful not to aggravate his injuries even more. Sanzo sighed once more, allowing the contact, hearing in his head Goku weeping. He didn't anticipate more hands make physical contact. From the left side Hakkai rested a hand on his back, laying his forehead on the bony shoulder, the other hand holding Goku. On his right, Gojyo placed one hand on his hip, the other on Sanzo's unoccupied shoulder.

The blonde felt as three bodies sagged against him in relief. His wounds still hurt and apparently he reopened one on his side that Hakkai tried to heal, but he didn't move. He was dead tired, whole body groaning in protest, though his mind was crystal clear. He could feel his robes getting wet from Goku's tears, but he didn't want to see his pained face yet; or Hakkai's relieved, kind stare; or Gojyo's playful but sad expression, so he let them stay like that for a while...

"Enough with this ridiculous group shit. I need to change the robes and we have a journey to continue."

Sanzo untangled himself from the web of hands and turned around without looking back. He knew they would follow.

...

One more night under the stars and while the blonde had to sleep to gain back his strength, his mind couldn't rest. Before getting into Jeep Hakkai insisted on healing him, so Sanzo let him take care of the worst wounds, once again refusing the treatment of the shallow cuts, scratches and bruises. With his sides, lung and arm healed the rest didn't matter, he could easily lift his gun and engage in a physical combat if needed. Maybe people would finally stop staring at his face as it was decorated with cuts and bruises.

When they set up a camp, the morons insisted he slept closer to them, but no matter how much they whined, he stubbornly dragged his sleeping bag further away from them, enjoying peace and quiet. That way he didn't feel as keenly the red eyes staring at him, as Gojyo kept watch. Those ruby orbs were too intense, burning with something he couldn't name.

Sanzo stared straight ahead, lifting a cigarette to his mouth. One more day wasted on dealing with meaningless shit. He knew the reasons that caused the detour and he had to do something about it, otherwise that wouldn't be the last time. He bit on the fag. Things weren't ever easy for him, were they? During the day, worried and relieved stares slowly changed into those burning, determined ones, that the kappa had been shooting at him for the last hour.

As he puffed out the smoke he remembered the time he spent shackled in the woods. Only his stubbornness, pride and reciting mantras in his head helped him endure the pain and disgusting feeling of those huge hands and tongue caressing him in places he refused to let others touch. It felt the same as when he was a teen, in search for his Master's second sutra: the gang trying to rape him in the forest.

No one ever learned that if one postponed killing Genjo Sanzo they died sooner or later by his own hand.

So, in the end, knowing that he wouldn't be able to escape Sanzo withdrew into his inner world, thinking of nothing but mantras. It helped build his inner strength, the reason he was able to use sutra on the bastard. Its presence right beside him drew him out into reality.

He lit another cigarette and cursed inwardly as he felt the monkey crawling to him. Goku stopped right at his side, almost touching the monk.

"Sanzooo..."

"Hm?"

He didn't need three guesses to know why his charge bothered him in the middle of the night.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"What do you want?"

Honestly, he wasn't in the mood to argue. He just wanted to be left alone, though there was nothing new in that. He didn't want to be disturbed. But things never turned out the way he wanted them to. He watched from the corner of his eye as golden eyes shone brighter, as if illuminated from the inside, at his acceptance of the monkey's presence. Idiot. As if Goku ever listened when he tried to send the boy - a maturing man - away. He had always stayed at his side.

"Can I...can I hug you?"

Well, that's new...and very straightforward.

"No."

"But why?"

"Because I said so."

"Sanzo, pleaaaase?"

"No."

"Sanzoooo..."

"Shut the fuck up. No means no. Now, fuck off."

"NO! Why~"

"Goku."

The short brunette stilled as his name came from his Sun's mouth. Every time Sanzo stopped using the insulting nicknames, Goku felt deliriously happy.

"Yes, Sanzo?"

"It's exactly because of this insolent behavior we have wasted a whole day. Do you want a repetition of that? I don't. We have no time to waste. And fucking stop saying my name as if it's some mantra. It won't get you anywhere, moron."

"I won't. I want to say it and I will."

Only years of dealing with unexpected shit kept the blonde from choking on the smoke. So maturing Goku had no qualms disobeying him, huh? Well, wasn't that fucking great? Were he a normal guardian he would have mused on how fast his charge had grown. Alas, the only thing he thought about was how annoying it was and that dealing with it would be a pain in the ass. His shitty life was one huge complication in itself.

"Don't be so cheeky, you little shit. I don't have any patience to deal with you now."

Goku bristled.

"I'm not little! And you never have any patience! If you had we could have solved this problem already!"

Now, the monkey was pushing his luck. He didn't want to argue, but the moron just had to get all emotional and persistent.

"Listen here, you idiot. I don't need patience to deal with your bullshit. If you're not happy with the way I'm treating you, you can go wherever the fuck you want. I don't care. Just shut up and leave me the hell alone, for fuck's sake!"

His charge stubbornly sat unmoving, glaring defyingly at his Sun.

"I won't leave you, Sanzo. I can promise you that!"

Sanzo gave an exhausted sigh, cursing the monkey's resoluteness.

"Goku, one day we'll be separated no matter what you think. It's the way life goes. Even if you decide to stay at the temple after we finish the damn journey, humans' lifespan is shorter than an average youkai's. I'm not even talking about yours. You're already over 500 years old. So don't make promises you won't be able to keep."

"I will keep my promise! Even if I have to ask Kanzeon for help."

Ah fuck it. His charge wasn't listening a word Sanzo was saying. If the moron didn't want to understand something simple as that, then to hell with it. He tried to be patient and collected, but that would be as far as it went.

"Tch, whatever. It's not my fucking problem."

He neither had time, nor strength for arguing with the stupid monkey. The last detour cost his body more than it should have under normal circumstances. As it was, every such unpleasant event that ended with him a bloody mess, took more of his body strength. With the way things were going, he might not have the time to return back to Chang'An. His fretting companions didn't make it easier for him. The morons got so attached, that his premature death would definitely hurt them.

Out of them all, he was the most controlled when it came to outward appearance and holding emotions in check. Well, alright, the one time when Goku almost died didn't count. It was so sudden, right in the middle of their conversation. But he knew he could control his facial muscles perfectly and hide whatever thoughts ran through his never sleeping mind. If, by chance, he died in front of them...well, he knew there were going to be tears and grief.

He didn't revel in this knowledge though. It simply reminded him of Koumyo Sanzo's death and the pain and emptiness he felt back then. Not to say it had gone away, no. He just learned to block it most of the time, for it not to be a distraction. If he, a cold-hearted person, suffered that much, what would it feel like for someone as emotional as Goku? For Hakkai and Gojyo, who had tasted loss already? He didn't want to know. If he knew, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Suddenly a warm body latched on him. The monk stiffened, his temper rising. Violet eyes glared at the brown head, tanned face pressed to his chest. Grounding his teeth, Sanzo reacher for harissen, which he hadn't used for quite some time. His hand just itched for it. Well, it itched for a gun, but...he snorted inwardly, there was this 'but' again.

Four more arms clang to his body, restricting his movements. Fuck, he was careless. And what with people not letting him move for who knows which time? Was it so much fun to see him vulnerable?

"What the fuck?"

One artificial and one real green eyes smiled at him.

"You are just being too stubborn, Sanzo. It's clear that unless you agree with us, what happened earlier that day will repeat itself. Besides, I don't think you want to drag it out until we snap. Then, I can't guarantee your safety. You know what I mean."

"Fuck you!"

A deep chuckle right in his ear from his other side almost startled the blonde.

"You wish, Princess. But it'll be the other way around. Just relax and let us pleasure you."

A soft kiss on the angled jaw came as a surprise for Sanzo. He had never indulged in such actions. When someone tried to force him, it felt disgusting, but here was Gojyo handling him with strange tenderness, that he would have never thought the man to have. An unexpected flow of chi to his lower back, where someone's hand rested, made him stiffen even further, even though it spread warmth through his whole body.

"What the hell are you doing, Hakkai?"

As he waited for an answer, arms started roaming all over him, untying his robe. Sullenly he wondered why the fuck he wasn't resisting. With a heavy sigh he consented. If it helps those morons to continue the journey without any delays, then so be it. Though it didn't mean he would give them the pleasure of seeing his reactions. It was unsightly for a High Priest Genjo Sanzo to be involved in shit like this. So chanting mantras it was.

Light kisses on the sides of his neck ruined his concentration.

"I'm healing the rest of your wounds. You need to take better care of yourself."

Tanned hands went to his leather shirt and stopped there, golden eyes watching him pleadingly.

"Sanzo, will you let us take care of you? Can we hold you?"

"Can we fu~"

"Shut up, stupid kappa!"

Goku stopped the red-head from demolishing the mood, afraid that Sanzo might snap at them. The monk snorted.

"Tch, as if you, idiots, would listen to me. Only this once, do whatever the fuck you want. If I ever see that you are even thinking of it, your heads will get ventilated."

As Sanzo regarded the three pairs of eyes, taking notice of a strange glint there, he cursed himself. He shouldn't have said the last part.

...

"Konzen! Are you done with the papers yet?"

"You'll get them when I'm done."

"You are so mean to your dear aunt."

"Shove it, old hag."

It took Sanzo quite some time to stop bitching and get used to his original name, even after he regained all his memories of his life in Heaven. The first few days he sat locked in his room, refusing to let anyone in, trying to stomach the information overload. He remembered his anger rise at the failed attempt to escape and, most of all, at how weak he was back then. A powerless high ranking god. What a joke.

"Mou, your temper has worsened in the days you spent in the world below."

"Tch. Whose fault do you think it is?"

Konzen stomped away from Kanzeon Bosatsu, returning back to his office.

It had been 15 years since the beginning of the journey West and 12 since they stopped the Gyumaoh's resurrection and returned the sutras. It took their small group another two years to come back to Chang'An. Two years later he died.

The red-head and the healer settled in Gojyo's old place, visiting temple practically every day. Sanzo tried to get rid of Goku and send him off to the two morons, but the monkey stubbornly refused, staying at his side. During the years Goku turned into a fine man, standing as tall as the kappa. His mind sharpened but a bit of naïveté still remained. Whenever the monkey accompanied him into the town, the idiot attracted most of the female population's attention, while Sanzo ignored lustful stares from the males. It often irked him that he was seen as a piece of meat.

Despite stopping the destructive effect of the Minus Wave, relationship between humans and youkai had yet to change. It was only logical, since so much blood was shed between the races. But in general, the fighting ceased, bringing more peaceful times.

Approximately at the same time Hakuryuu vanished without a trace, leaving Hakkai worried.

The relationship between the members of their group changed. After that first time, when all three of them claimed Sanzo as their own, Hakkai kindly healed him, happily humming a tune under his nose. They didn't make any serious damage to the blonde per se, but three youkai-ish men having their way with a human proved to be too much for Sanzo. He had slept for 12 hours straight, unbothered by the usual nightmares.

Even though he threatened them and argued that there would be no next time, the morons behaved like insolent brats, more often than not having it their own way. When a person neared Sanzo, they had their weapons on the ready, prepared to kill anyone who dared to lay their hands on the blonde. It irritated the shit out of the monk, but no matter how much he hit them with the paper fan, or shot at them - Hakkai joined Goku and Gojyo in being orally or physically abused for their stupidity - they didn't listen to him. Finally, Sanzo learned to ignore their possessive behavior completely. The few times the morons dared to call him their lover ended with gun wounds in almost fatal places.

Upon returning back to the temple, Sanzo felt restless, old wounds starting to bother him. He hid it behind his usual bouts of anger and irritation, maintaining his image of an unshakeable High Priest Genjo Sanzo. No one ever questioned why dark bags appeared under his violet eyes, skin looking paler than normal. He kept everything to himself: that his body was finally giving out and that he almost couldn't sleep due to pain. Having no strength to deal with his companions and their physical 'craving' for him, the monk distanced himself from the former journey companions, covering it with having a lot of work to do.

One day, he collapsed in his own room, where no one could see him. His body just stopped functioning.

The next time he opened his eyes and saw Merciful Goddess hovering above him, the blonde cussed her with every foul word he knew. When he dealt with the memories he repeated the same process, inventing new words along the way.

When he saw Goujun, the Dragon King of the West - fully intact and healthier than a dog, it didn't take him long to realize by the look in the dragon's eyes that he was the Hakuryuu that Hakkai babied for years. He stared into those intense red orbs for some time, before uttering a barely audible thank you, leaving the stunned man watching his back. Since then, whenever the Dragon King had the time he followed Konzen like a lost puppy. The blonde snapped at him a few times, but couldn't even punch the strong warrior in the face. The stupid gratefulness preventing him from doing it.

Though there was a huge scandal when he gave Nataku a black eye. Giving him a long speech - by Konzen's terms - about how he had to use his head and 'fucking think with his own retarded brain every so often'. He was glad to find out that his reflexes from years of fighting were ingrained in his soul, when guards came at him with the intention of restraining the newly arrived god. Kanzeon took care of the situation, punishing her - his? - nephew with tons of paperwork.

She often offered him to take a look at what was happening to his companions, but he flat out refused. He didn't need or want to know anything about them.

As he sat at the table pondering about the last 10 years in Heaven, pushing his long hair out of the way, a loud knock on the door diverted his attention away from the paper he was staring at for the last half an hour. Growling under his breath, he stomped to the door, shouting all the while.

"Who the hell is it and what the fuck do you need from me?"

Throwing the door open, he stopped dead on the spot. Three grinning faces and six sparkling eyes greeted him. As seconds ticked by in silence, Konzen came back to his senses and slammed the door close right into the happy mugs. He counted to ten, when insistent fists started pounding on the door.

"Sanzo...errm...Konzen! Open the door!"

"Konzen, you know we can break it."

"C'mon, Princess! Don't be so cold towards your lovers!"

Oh fuck. He didn't need the whole population of Heaven know what exactly did they do in the world below. He hastily opened the door and strode back to his table, taking a seat on its edge.

"Shut the fuck up, morons! What the hell do you want?"

Konzen watched his guest with indifference written all over his sour face. Tenpou, Kenren and Goku looked exactly the same as the last time he had seen them, their appearance not changing according to their former lives in Heaven. He guessed it was easier for him, since he looked almost the same, in addition letting his hair grow.

Goku, golden eyes bright, carefully came up to stand in front of the blonde, taking a few strands of golden hair in his calloused hand.

"You shining...like the sun."

For a fleeting moment Konzen was taken by the memories, but the amusing spark he saw in golden orbs made him groan. The moron remembered everything.

"Oh for the love of...! Stop fucking flirting, you ape!"

"Ehhh? What happened to 'monkey'?"

"Look at yourself! You're a full-grown gorilla!"

Laughing, Tenpou and Kenren closed in on the blonde, holding him from different sides.

"What do you say, Cherry-chan, isn't it good to be together again?"

"Like fuck it is!"

Kenren only gave a mischievous smile, as the red-head winked at the slim god.

"Oooh so honest! We'll make you moan this time around."

"Tch, not a chance in hell."

"We'll try our best!"

Sullenly - or perhaps not so - Konzen thought that nothing had changed in those centuries since the time they had met for the first time in Heaven. Those three always were, and by the look of things, always would be the obstinate brats he, for some strange reason, cared too much about.

A/N: *for those of you who don't know, 6'7 is a bit over 200cm.
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