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Real Good Man	By : NekoMegamichan Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hello! This is actually my first Gensomaden Saiyuki fic. I’ve only read up to manga number six, and seen up to anime episode 32, so please forgive any mistakes as to timeline continuity. However, this story could take place at almost any point up until then (or after then, I suppose, from the summaries I’ve seen).

In any case, when I heard this song on the radio, I couldn’t stop thinking how fitting it was for Gojyo. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Song + Series = NOT MINE! I’m a college student so suing me is kind of pointless, seeing as how I have to save pennies for gas money some weeks.

Warning: Smoking causes cancer. Unless you are a corrupt, gorgeous, high-ranking monk or a tall, sexy hanyo with crimson hair and eyes- you will die from it. As such, I don’t advise smoking. Also, this is rated R for language and sexual content, though neither are explicit.

Note: Lyrics are in italics, but watch out, they appear as dialogue!
Real Good Man

By Nekomegami_chan

Nekomegami_chan@hotmail.com
The inn was filled to overflowing with merrymakers. Rounds of alcohol were being served with amazing efficiency by laughing barmaids whose giggles increased with every generous tip. Bright light and loud music spilled out into the warm night, the din growing louder even as the beer supply grew thin.

The eldest daughter of the wealthiest merchant in the town had been married earlier in the day. When the proud father found that the famous Genjo Sanzo had rented a room at the inn, he had offered the recalcitrant monk large sums of money to perform the ceremony. Of course, Sanzo had only lit a cigaretnd tnd turned the man down flat.

Now it was nearing midnight, yet the party showed no signs of slowing. The bride and groom had long since disappeared, flushed with passion and rice wine. Hardly anyone noticed that they had gone.

Goku was joyfully helping himself to his fourth dinner in as many hours. He had ordered several of everything on the menu, and then some. And for once he didn’t have to fight the ero-kappa for every delicious morsel. Sighing contentedly Goku stuffed another bun into his mouth.

Hakkai sat on his right, politely declining dancing invitations from half-drunk girls. He played a few hands of poker, all of which he won. He tired quickly of the gambling however, finding it unusually distasteful during such a special occasion as this. Even though the wedding was not his, there was something sacred about the joining of one to another. Hakkai smiled to himself and cleared his mind. Such thoughts as those were reserved for rainy nights. Instead he turned his attentions to the white dragon, sleeping like a leathery cat in his lap.

Sanzo sipped sake and read the local newspaper, his glasses glinting and obscuring his violet eyes. He knew that sleep would be impossible given the current noise level, so he saw no real reason to go to his room. Read and smoke here or upstairs, it didn’t matter. The idiots weren’t bothering him right now anyway.

Gojyo appeared out of the mass of bodies and sat back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table. He swept long red hair out of his face and reached for a drink. He had danced with almost every pretty girl in the place, and several of them twice. Gojyo laughed, amused with his own sex appeal. Just for fun, he popped the monkey on the head. “Watch out, monkey, you’re gonna get fat!”

“Ow!” Goku shouted, dropping his chopsticks. He cheered heartily as Sanzo’s fan connected with Gojyo’s skull a split second later.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” Sanzo asked, glaring at the hanyou from over the rims of his glasses.

Hakkai leaned over the table. “That’s right. I haven’t seen you with that girl yet,” he joked, pointing to the bride’s younger sister. She was a willowy beauty with gray eyes and hair the color of dark chocolate. She was dressed in a sapphire yakuta with a shimmering silver obi. She intelligent features were partially obscured by a mask of polite boredom.

“Is that a challenge?” Gojyo asked, rising to the bait.

Sanzo, who had gone back to his newspaper, reached into some hidden pocket of his robe and placed a 5,000 yen note on the table. “This says he won’t last five minutes with her.”

“I’ll meet that, and raise you another 5,000.” Hakkai replied cheerfully. His earlier disinclination to gamble lost beneath the weight of such an opportunity. “I say it’ll take a minimum of seven!”

His pride now on the line, Gojyo gracefully regained his feet. “You think so? Some friend you are, Hakkai! Seriously,” he put on what he knew was his best pout, “betting on me like this. I’d expect it from the corrupted monk but…”

“Maa maa! You would do the same, Gojyo. Besides, it’s just a little bit of fun, after all.” Hakkai smiled amiably.

Speaking messily around a mouthful of food, Goku wished him the worst of luck. It would be worth dealing with the kappa’s bad moods tomorrow just to watch him get turned down by the most beautiful woman in the town. He swallowed then grinned from ear to ear in anticipation.

Gojyo tugged his pants straight and smoothed his hair. He peeled off his vest and draped it over the back of the chair where he had been sitting. “Might as well show the rich girl the goods, ne?” Not waiting for an answer he sauntered off, attempting to look uninterested in the world.

Gojyo took his time, imagining himself as a tiger stalking his prey. Hell, he had enough scars that he supposed they could be counted as stripes. He paused once in full view of the girl. Confident that he had caught her attention amongst the swirling mass of bodies, he casually stared in another direction, one slender hip cocked at a jaunty angle. He ran his tongue across his lower lip and slowly turned to face her, smiling when their eyes met, as if he were only seeing her for the first time.

She didn’t blush and look away as he had expected she might. Nor did she make any indication to invite him over. Then again, she didn’t motion for him to get lost, either. Obviously the coy act wasn’t going to impress her. Gojyo decided to switch strategies; perhaps the direct approach would be best. There was no way he was going to let anyone get the best of him – damn tight-assed monk.

He sidled up to the main table where she sat, situated upon a low dais. Leaning on a forearm he pushed back his hair, purposely letting it slide back into his face. “Hello, beautiful. I didn’t get to talk to your sister, but I hope you’ll pass on my congratulations.”

“Thanks, I will,” she replied. Her tone was guarded, as were her eyes. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Sha Gojyo. I’m just passing through on my way west,” he volunteered. Gojyo felt himself drawn to her, her mysterious elegance and veiled words. Maybe this was how the monkey felt about noodle stands. “I’m with those guys over there,” he waved a hand back the way he had come.

“I know,” she said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t think that this is really about my sister,” she finally cracked a smile and Gojyo found himself obsessing about what it would be like to touch her. “I’m Kaoru.”

Gojyo leaned further over the table until his nose was mere inches from hers. “You’re exquisite. There’s something unique about you; you’re like no woman I’ve ever met before…Kaoru,” he spoke her name with a husky gentleness, drawing it through his mouth like a fine wine. She was his; he was sure of it. That line never failed – and this time, it was actually true!

Again, there was no flush to her cheeks. Yet there was a softening to her features, a new warmness which made parts of Gojyo other than his face feel hot.

Kaoru dropped to a whisper to match his. “I know what you want, Sha Gojyo. Now tell me why I should give it to you. Make it worth my while.”

Gojyo was dumbstruck. One eyelid twitched uncontrollably, a nervous tick, before he was able to regain his composure. He hadn’t been playing her, she’d been playing him! He chuckled to himself. At least she was interested. He pushed himself up on the table and swung his long legs over it before landing lightly on the other side.

“Girl you've never known no one like me,” he said, offering her his hand, “up there in your high society.”

Kaoru took it, and let him escort her off the dais. “I can see that.” She waved to her parents across the room, a childish wiggling of her fingers that seemed somewhat out of place with her.

Gojyo followed her gaze and waved as well, but continued seamlessly. “They might tell you I'm no good. Girl they need to understand just who I am.”

“I don’t think it’s hard to understand you at all. You’re just a typical, sexy “bad boy.’” She placed a finger to her lips

as deep in thought, then looked him square in the eyes. “Or at least, that’s what you want everyone to think.”

Drawing her around into a firm embrace, Gojyo caught Kaoru in a steamy kiss. Instantly she molded her body against his and gripped his shoulders. After several long moments, Gojyo put his tongue back in his own mouth and whispered playfully against her dampened lips. “I may be a real bad boy. But baby I'm a real good man.”

Kaoru laughed aat aat and, still gripping his hand, pulled him towards where Sanzo, Hakkai and Goku watched with disbelief dawning on their faces. In an instant it was gone however, Sanzo and Hakki’s usual expressions snapping firmly back into place. Goku only offered Kaoru a half-eaten plate of food and an enthusiastic, “Hi, I’m Goku!”

“Uh…I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Kaoru,” the tall beauty introduced herself and somewhat awkwardly, took the plate.

“Stupid monkey! She doesn’t want your leftovers!” Gojyo snapped, grabbing the food and shoving back into Goku’s hands.

“That wasn’t very nice of you!” Hakkai admonished. “Hello Mrs. Kaoru, my name is Cho Hakkai. Congratulations on your sister’s marriage. I hope that she will be very happy.”

Sanzo only grunted a greeting, not wanting to get involved. With all luck, the next moronic thing that came out of Gojyo’s big mouth would earn him a slap, and Sanzo would win both money and satisfaction. He glanced at his pocket watch; fifty-two seconds and counting.

Kaoru inclined her head to Hakkai. “Thank you, I’ll do that.” As the great Sanzo seemed less than inclined to talk she reached down and picked up a beer bottle with a folded card stuffed into the neck. “Is it like this everywhere you go, Gojyo? Maybe you are more of a bad boy than I thought?”

“Yeah,” Gojyo didn’t see any reason to lie to her. “I may drink too much and play too loud; hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd. That don't mean I don't respect my Mama,” he said with a pointed stare aimed at Hakkai. Gojyo smiled evilly and inclined his head towards Sanzo, “Or my Uncle Sam.”

“You ass!” Sanzo practically growled as he whipped his fan around to beat Gojyo over the head with it.

Gojyo only sneered back, “Yes sir!” he sang mockingly. And for good measure, he winked at Hakkai. “Yes ma’am!” Revenge was indeed sweet, though far from cold, judging from the flame in Sanzo’s dark eyes. Gojyo tugged Kaoru towards the stairs to the second floor, but he couldn’t resist a last line thrown over his shoulder at his brooding companions. “I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a real good man.”

* * *

When the couple had disappeared into the shadowed stairwell, Hakkai quietly raked up his winnings and excused himself. He didn’t go to his room, however. Instead he picked up his drink and simply walked out into the night, Hakuryuu on his shoulder. Sanzo had the distinct impression that the other man intended to spend the evening dozing on the patio; Hakkai very rarely went anywhere without letting him know.

Not having heard anything from Goku in several minutes, Sanzo pushed his glasses on top of his head and looked over to where his charge sat. The boy was asleep on folded arms, one lock of his brown hair dangerously close to a congealing bowl of cold curry.

Sanzo messily folded his paper up and tossed it aside. He snubbed out the half-finished cigarette he had been sucking on and got out of his chair. Not bothering to be gentle he picked Goku up, balancing the smaller, snoring body against his chest. He promptly resisted the urge to drop him when, not two steps later, Goku knotted one hand into the front of Sanzo’s robes and threw his other arm around the irate monk’s neck.

* * *

Kaoru laughed lightly as they walked down the hall. Music floated up from the floor so that Gojyo had to listen closely to hear her words. “Your one friend, the Sanzo, he didn’t seem like the kind of person you should tease
Go
Gojyo shrugged. “He’s not.”

“Then you must either be very brave, or have a death wish,” she said, slipping an arm around his waist.

“I might have a reckless streak at least a country-mile wild,” Gojyo admitted, unlocking his room and drawing Kaoru inside. “But if you're gonna run with me, it's gonna be a wild ride.”

She let him shut the door and kiss her again, his white teeth grazing her lips. When they paused for breath, Kaoru carefully created a few inches of distance between their eager bodies. “You win. You’ve convinced me. Though I have to tell you, that’s not an easy thing to do. I’m very selective about who I share a bed with.”

“That’s good,” Gojyo murmured, grasping her by the hips and bending down to nuzzle her ear. “I don’t sleep with sluts.”

“Ah,” Kaoru nodded, though it sounded little like the affirmation that she had intended it to be.

As light as the flutter of a dove’s wings, Gojyo ran his fingers over her slim body. Her flesh was warm and firm. “When it comes to loviou Iou I've got velvet hands,” he whispered into her neck. “I'll show you how a real bad boy can be a real good man.”

With a groan, Kaoru grabbed Gojyo by the hair and pulled his lips back up to hers. “I should never have put that thought in your head,” she gasped in between kisses. “But you’re cute.” Gojyo only grunted in response, but Kaoru continued unfazed. “My only regret it that you’ll be gone in the morning.”

Now it was Gojyo’s turn to groan. “And fuckin’ early, too. Damn monk…” he mumbled. There was no real force in his voice, however, only the low purr of passion.

“Too bad,” Kaoru smiled, her mouth damp and trembling as she pulled his tank top over his head. She traced the long, thin scars that mapped his lean torso. “Looks like you’ve had some hard times, Gojyo.”

He pulled her hair loose from its clips and shook it loose. “Yeah. That’s why I take all the good times I can get. I'm too young for growing up just yet.”

Moments later they were reclining on the bed and Gojyo was licking her shimmering white throat. “There ain't much I can promise you, 'cept to do the best I can.”

“That’s all I’m asking for,” Kaoru assured him as he pulled the last of her clothing free, throwing it off the creaky mattress.

Gojyo sighed in appreciation as the fullness of her beauty was revealed to him. “I'll be damned!” he exclaimed quietly. His hands shook as he reverently touched her perfect skin. She was so different from all his other one-night stands. She was gorgeous, yes. But he’d lain with prettier girls. There was something in her self-contained and teasing tones and quick wit which made the few minutes they had shared seem impossibly meaningful. As his hands revealed her body to him he had the strange sensation that he was a boy making love for the first time. Caught up in the moment, he made a boy’s promise. “I’ll come back for you. If I live through this mission, and provided that pissy Sanzo doesn’t kill me on the way back…I promise I’ll come back for you.”

“I’d like to believe you,” Kaoru murmured as she nibbled on his shoulder. “Let’s not talk about that. Tonight is enough and then we’ll both go our separate ways.”

Gojyo stroked her cheek, finally colored the faintest rose. “I don’t expect you to believe me. I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a real good man.”

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A.N. Well, I’m not sure what exactly that story was supposed to accomplish, but it was fun to write. It’s also fun to review! I know, I’m shameless.
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