Fields of Gold by Elvaron

Index

Chapter 1: When the West Wind Moves
Chapter 2: And I Swear in the Days Still Left

Chapter 1: When the West Wind Moves

Setting : Post Journey. Sanzo/Hakkai. Title pending change.

There’s no real plot for this, except that writers sometimes write things to make themselves feel better.

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That night, he dreamt of the sky.

He dreamt of the endless blue dome overhead, on one of those crystal clear days, when one could just look up, and up, and up, until one was blinded by the sun.

He dreamt of the night sky too, perhaps the night of that same crystal clear day, when one could just look up, and up, and up, until the stars dazzled the eyes and made one dizzy.

He dreamt of murky darkness, the solid gray of an overcast sky, grayness stretching from one end of the horizon to the other.

He dreamt of the sudden stinging cold of rain, bitter and freezing.

When he awoke on the clap of thunder, the ringing of the raindrops persisted in his ears. He rose and walked to the windows, fully intending to shut them.

And ended up standing in front of them instead, hands on the sill, the wind whipping through his hair and the water flying into his face.

His fingers itched for a cigarette. But there weren’t any cigarettes... there hadn’t been any cigarettes since he’d returned to Chou An. He hadn’t wanted any cigarettes since.

And now he did. Perhaps it was habit, that sleepless, rainy nights went hand in hand with cigarettes and beer. Those had been reliable companions, at least, good enough to pass the hours with. Reliable, except when they were miles away from civilization, in the middle of a wretched thunderstorm. And when the cigarettes had run out and the beer was gone, counting the hours become one wretched, soggy, miserable business.

Until, of course, someone had come along and quietly weaseled his way into his life. Irony of ironies -- he had been sent to find a man, and in the deepest of one of those rainy nights, it was that man who had found him instead, standing by the entrance of the cave they’d taken shelter in and glaring at the rain.

And with his quiet words and astute understanding, and, most of all, his common dislike for the rain, he’d come to be a companion on rainy nights. A companion along with the cigarettes and the beer, until his companionship became better than either and both.

And when he’d developed a tolerance for his presence, then a liking, and finally, a reliance, he’d slipped out of his life as quietly as he’d entered.

Sanzo closed the window.

*

He wasn’t deaf -- he heard their remarks about how ‘Sanzo-sama looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks’ about how ‘He’d changed so much after the journey’, especially those comments about ‘How much more pious’ he’d become.

It made him sneer.

They’d condemned him once for carrying a gun, for the human and youkai blood that had stained his robes the day he’d arrived, for the desperate indulgences supposedly forbidden to those of their order.

Now, with Gyuumao dead and the threat to Togenkyou’s peace and prosperity dead, they worshipped the ground he walked on, willing to overlook all the little oddities. Of course, now that he didn’t smoke, it wasn’t even an issue any more.

Oh, he’d tried, some months back, but the smoke had tasted like bitter ash and the smell that had once soothed nerves now drew up memories to agitate them. He’d ground out the cigarette long before it had burned down.

And food and drink, which had never rated very highly on his list of priorities before, was now little more than a bothersome chore. He went for days without eating, until the monks pressed food onto him. And then he couldn’t taste any of it, no matter how well prepared, no matter how fine the cuisine supposedly was.

He swore that he didn’t miss that man. He hadn’t even thought of him since their return. Except when it rained.

Except when it rained.

Sanzo bent over his work and tried to ignore the rain outside.

*

"Hey, Sanzo..."

His brush trailed purposelessly over the paper. There had been something he’d been trying to write, some thought he’d been trying to hold on to, but it had somehow skittered away. It was the rain, he swore, the storm that had barely relented for days. There were floods for miles around, but still the rain poured, as if the gods were trying to wash all of them away.

He couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d slept. The brief hour of rest a few nights ago barely counted.

"San-zo..."

He flung the brush onto the table, not particularly caring if the ink splashed.

"Hey Sanzo, are you okay?" a shadow fell over the table. He glanced up, blinking slightly because his eyes refused to focus.

Goku blanched slightly. "You look terrible!"

"I’m fine," he muttered, feeling a slight flash of irritation through the haze that seemed to be the only emotion he felt these days.

"Oh..." Goku paused for all of a split second, then perked up again. "Hey, do you know what day it is?"

Sanzo rubbed his eyes wearily. He didn’t. He had completely lost track of the days since their return. The passing of time had simply failed to register. "No."

"It’s 8th day of the 3rd month!" Goku crowed.

"So what about it?"

"Don’t you remember? It’s the anniversary of the day we got back! The whole town is trying to celebrate, but it’s kinda soggy out there. But they’re selling tons and tons of food down at the market, and they gave me some free!"

"It’s the anniversary?" Sanzo demanded.

"Yeah," Goku replied happily. "One whole year since we got back. Can you imagine? Hakkai and Gojyo said they’d come down, but it’s raining so hard that I’m not sure-- Sanzo?"

Sanzo had pushed his chair back and strode over to the window. He yanked the curtains back and stared balefully at the rain for a moment, then shut them again.

"Sanzo?"

"Why don’t you go and enjoy the celebrations, then?" Sanzo said.

"Er... I was wondering if you’d like to come along," Goku replied. "They were hoping that you’d put in an appearance..."

"They can go hang. I’m not in the mood for this nonsense," Sanzo shot back. "Go ahead. If the food’s free, all the better."

"All right... I’ll bring back some for you!" Goku waved a cheerful goodbye and headed out the door.

He turned and collapsed back into the chair. So it was a whole year already. He could have said that the time had flown, but there had been times where it had crawled, and times where it had simply stood still.

So it was a whole year already since they’d parted ways. If he could hardly remember the past year, then at least this stood out in brilliant clarity in memory’s eye...

But that was long after he came to me, his thoughts said. And the little nagging voice of doubt : Did something go wrong?

"The monkey would eat you out of house and home." Which was simply another way of saying We’d -- I’d -- be in the way.

And there are some things that I’d simply rather not know about.

But, the mind insisted, But, he came to me first.

And, of course, he’d survived. If surviving meant watching the days go by, one by one, not even noticing as the year turned and the seasons changed.

He hadn’t gone to see them, and they hadn’t come around either. There had simply been too much work to do, for his part -- the Three Aspects had been delighted at his decision to stay -- and he neither knew nor cared about Hakkai’s reasons.

He... simply did not want to know.

*

The room was dark. He stared questioningly at it. It hadn’t been dark a moment ago.

Little things gave the secret away. The ink was dry. The single candle had burned down. And the rain had finally stopped.

He swiped at his eyes. The short nap had simply served to make them sting.

He retrieved a new candle from the drawer and lit it with his lighter. Then he picked up the manuscript he’d been working on and tried to read.

There was a footstep in the darkness.

He drew the gun in a flash. That particular reflex had never left, no matter how dull his senses had been rendered by fatigue, no matter how long it had been since he’d last needed...

...No matter how long...

He stared. "You’re not supposed to be here."

"You did extend an invitation, even if it was a year back," Hakkai replied.

He dropped the gun onto the table, and retrieved the manuscript from where it had fallen onto the floor. Some part of him was tempted to try for a more dramatic response. Yelling, for starters. Punching Hakkai, for another. Shooting him.

But he calmly leaned back instead, as if there was nothing between them, as if there had never been anything between them.

"Coffee," Hakkai said, smiling, but the smile never reached his eyes. "It’s the least you could do if you don’t sleep."

He vaguely wondered if he was dreaming. But the coffee cup when he took it was pleasantly warm, and the flavor more real than anything he’d tasted in a long time.

"Did you see Goku?" he asked.

"Of course. He’s exchanging stories with Gojyo downstairs. Apparently our little saru has been busy finding out about the Birds and the Bees. He’ll be bringing home girls soon." Hakkai caught the surprised look in Sanzo’s eyes. "You didn’t know, did you?"

"No."

"Sanzo..." Hakkai sighed, and there was a scrape as he sat. "I trusted you to look after yourself."

"I’m still alive," Sanzo retorted.

"Barely. When was the last time you ate? Or slept? Or saw daylight, for that matter?"

He honestly didn’t remember. Except for that dream, about the blue sky...

"It would have been terribly irresponsible of you to die before I had a chance to come down," Hakkai told him.

"I didn’t expect you to return."

"Really, Sanzo. I thought you had more faith in me than that."

"Never trust anyone but yourself."

Hakkai chuckled, and the sound seemed to tear open some old wound inside him. "You never change, Sanzo."

"And you do?" He resisted the urge to clutch his chest and claw that hurt out. It wasn’t real. It didn’t exist. It was simply a projection of the mind.

Hakkai paused a while, as if deciding what to say. "The rain’s stopped. Let’s go out. Enjoy the festival in your honor."

"I have no time for festivals," Sanzo retorted.

"Ah, but surely you have time for an old friend?" Hakkai asked, all innocence.

Sanzo glared at him.

"We can even leave the other two behind, if you wish. The last I checked, they were very absorbed in their conversation."

And how could he turn down an offer like that? No, half the mind said, Don’t fall into that trap again. Don’t go down that road knowing that it leads to nowhere. Don’t even step foot upon that path...

But he was already standing, draining the coffee cup down to the dregs, pocketing the pistol and, as a side thought, the Three Aspects’ card.

"Hakuryuu’s already done a lot of travelling," he pointed out, almost a last ditch attempt to find an excuse. "In bad weather, I might add."

"That’s all right," Hakkai replied. "We’ll walk."

Then there was nothing for it but to join Hakkai as they wandered down the corridors towards the gates of the temple. And he still wasn’t quite sure why he doing it, could think of a dozen reasons to excuse himself, but chose, instead, to ignore them.

And if the blank, gray lassitude that surrounded his thoughts and feelings had not lifted, then at least it seemed more peaceful now.

***
To be completed
***

Part 1 of 2-3.

And in the background, the radio plays : "Two a.m., and the rain is falling..."

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Chapter 2: And I Swear in the Days Still Left

Dedicated to Fall : Happy birthday! May you have lots and lots of inspiration for your fics!

II : But I Swear in the Days Still Left

There were people. There were crowds of people. The streets were packed with them. Adults haggled at stalls and children raced through the puddles carrying latterns. The noise of their chatter edged its way through the haze of exhaustion to give him the beginnings of a headache.

"Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea," he said to Hakkai.

It was as if he had shouted an incantation. Silence cut through the crowd as heads turned. Then the whispers started.

"Oh shit," Sanzo muttered. "Let’s get out of here."

"Excuse me," Hakkai said, raising his voice. "But we’d like to pass through." He took a step forward.

The crowd parted swiftly. "See?" Hakkai murmured in Sanzo’s ear. "All you had to do was ask."

"Hn."

"But isn’t it wonderful?"

"What is?"

"They’re happy. They’re celebrating." Hakkai smiled at several passersby. "Your doing, Sanzo."

"I don’t save anyone."

"No, but you just saved everyone. And if nothing else, it’s worth getting a few free meals for. Let’s get you something to eat."

And before he could protest, Hakkai had launched himself down the street, accepting gifts left and right. Sanzo sighed in exasperation and followed.

"Really..." Sanzo eyed the armful that Hakkai had managed to collect. "How do you expect us to eat all of that?"

"I don’t," Hakkai replied. "We’ll save some to bring back to Goku and Gojyo, and donate some to the poor and needy."

"The poor and needy." Sanzo shot him a wry look. "Since when, Hakkai?"

"Since there was extra joy to hand out." He turned, still smiling. "Surely there were times when you had to rely on a friendly soul?"

Sanzo shook his head. "Those are memories best left untouched."

"Understood. My apologies. I know somewhere where we can go, though. Hakuryuu?"

With a cheep, the dragon launched itself off Hakkai’s shoulder in a flash of light. Hakkai loaded their acquisitions into the back, and climbed into the driver’s seat. "Coming, Sanzo?"

"Where are we going?" Sanzo asked. The Jeep brought back memories... far too many memories.

Over, the mind said. Long past and buried.

But Hakkai was there, smiling gently at him. Waiting for him. And even if it wasn’t forever, he could try to enjoy the moment. Even if it wasn’t real, for a little while it might be. But his feet refused to budge.

One year. One year since I stepped out of Jiipu, walked through the gates, and never looked back.

Goku had been distressed, he remembered. Goku had pestered him to go and visit, but he’d been too busy, and each time, the kid had gone on his own. Until he stopped even asking him to go along.

And Goku would come back, sometimes a few days later, happily relating their latest exploits. How happy Hakkai and Gojyo were. How well they’d settled down. And Sanzo would sit at his desk, nodding at appropriate intervals, letting the chatter fly by his ears without ever registering the words.

"Truth to be told, I’m a little tired of the crowds too," Hakkai said. "Are you sitting down, or shall I pull you into the back seat? It would look terribly inappropriate."

Sanzo raised an eyebrow, and climbed into the jeep.

"Excellent. Let’s go."

*

The drive was quiet by the time they reached the outskirts of the city. It always was, without Gojyo and Goku in the back seat. Hakkai rather missed their chatter. He rather missed those days the travelling, in fact, living from one day to the next. Then, every day had been brilliantly new, as if the world had been destroyed and rebuilt in the night.

Of course, what with the strange things and people they’d encountered, that had very nearly come to pass.

But it hadn’t, and those who would have destroyed this world for another, literally and figuratively, had thwarted. And this world moved on, with all its wonders... and all its problems.

Unthinkingly, he glanced over at the passenger seat. A small smile touched his features.

Sanzo was sleeping, head down and arms folded across his chest.

And some things never change, Hakkai reflected. But some do. He returned his eyes to the road, but his mind wandered. He remembered a darkened, almost airless room, illuminated by a single candle, and Sanzo slumped over his table -- not so much sleeping as unconscious.

He had been genuinely surprised when the monks apprised him of the situation. Yet it had not been unentirely unexpected, not with the persistent silence from Chou An during the course of the year, not with Goku’s too cheerful and evasive assurances that everything was alright... not with the flash of -- something -- he’d seen in Sanzo’s eyes the night they’d said their goodbyes.

Fool, an inner voice chastised him. You knew that you would drive him to this state.

And yet he had stubbornly hoped otherwise. He had clung onto that hope in the face all of the subtle warnings and danger signs, relied on a strength that he knew Sanzo possessed and prayed for a miracle.

His train of thought derailed when Hakuryuu turned on the high beams of his own accord, then became aware of Sanzo’s gaze. Hakkai made sure that he was smiling before he turned. "You’re awake."

It might have been a trick of the failing light, but the amethyst eyes seemed just a little clearer than they’d been before.

"Just where are we going?" Sanzo asked.

"It’s going to be a beautiful night," Hakkai said, looking up. The sky was cloudless after the rain. "Let’s go and watch the stars."

His smile faded instantly when Sanzo sighed quietly. "What’s wrong?"

"If there’s something on your mind, spit it out." The priest looked away. "Don’t waste my time."

"Very well." Hakkai allowed Jiipu to rumble to a stop and engaged the handbrake. He leaned back, and returned to staring at the sky. "Some time back... I found out that I could get drunk."

That caught his companion by surprise.

"Unfortunately, I need the Three Aspects’ Bank Account to do that," Hakkai continued.

Sanzo was staring at him as if he’d gone out of his mind.

"Well, I didn’t actually get drunk that round... I didn’t have enough money on hand. But I was a little tipsy, so I figured that, with a few more bottles... or maybe quite a few more..." He glanced in the back. "I picked up a few bottles. Shall we give it a try? It’s not quite sufficient, but it’ll do for--"

He was interrupted as Sanzo leaned back and flung an arm over his eyes. "And I never thought you, of all people, would succumb to idiocity."

"What makes you say that?"

"The only way you’d get drunk was if you sincerely wanted to do so."

"I--"

"Was a rainy night?"

Words died on his tongue. He’d vaguely hoped that the conversation would turn to this point... eventually and preferably while he wasn’t sober. Trust Sanzo to pinpoint the heart of the matter and put a bullet through it.

The arm came down, as if he’d physically spoken. Sanzo didn’t face him, but his eyes narrowed. "If that moron can’t even do a decent job of making you happy... I’m going to kick his sorry butt."

"I don’t think that will be quite necessary," Hakkai said, as calmly as he could.

"Oh?" Sanzo raised an eyebrow and glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. "And pray... tell me what you’re doing getting yourself drunk into happy oblivion? It couldn’t have been a celebration. Goku would have said."

This wasn’t the way he’d imagined the conversation would turn out. Perhaps he’d been living with Gojyo for too long. Gojyo didn’t quite need a hint to be dropped from orbital height -- that would be Goku -- but sometimes...

But Sanzo’s words put a genuine smile on his face and a vise around his heart.

"I guess I should just... spit it out, as you said." He took a deep breath. "It’s still in the planning stages, but Gojyo intends to get married in fall."

Sanzo hadn’t exactly been fidgetting before, but there now was a sudden stillness, a silence so taut that the air was brittle with it.

"Her name... is Suzuki."

Sanzo’s head snapped up to stare incredulously at him, purple eyes roving across his face and trying to read his thoughts. "...What?"

"I suspect that it started sometime after we came back. We were immensely popular, after all. I didn’t find out until somewhat later."

"I’ll kill the bastard!"

"Sanzo..." and the other’s reaction honestly made him want to laugh, except that the memory of it still made some other part hurt. "Misunderstandings happen. And sometimes, when our world opens up, we find that there are better things waiting out there."

"The idiot sleeps around entirely too much for his own good," Sanzo snapped. "Today it’ll be ... Suzuki. Tomorrow it’ll be Sakura. The day after that it’ll be ... Satoo or something."

"And one day it’ll be Sanzo?" Hakkai couldn’t resist adding.

"Never."

"It’s rather different, this time," Hakkai explained.

"Really."

"She’s a half breed."

"...Really." Sanzo slumped back into his seat, the anger dissipating in favor of sheer exhaustion.

"It seems to me... that we’re all looking for something. And sometimes, no matter how close the friend or good the intention, they can’t give us what we want."

There was a resounding silence.

Of course, the nagging little voice said. What did you expect? Said like this... it sounds as if you’ve come running back because Gojyo dumped you.

But it’s not like that, he argued. For some time... for quite a long time...

His life stretched out behind him, a series of wrong decision after wrong decision. A betrayal of one person after another. He’d thought that it was over with Kanan’s death. But it had simply been a new chapter.

And perhaps he was making the wrong decision, even now. Perhaps he’d let down Gojyo the same way he’d let down Sanzo... perhaps the right thing to do was to turn around, go back, and try to save something he’d thought lost beyond recall...

Gojyo had tried to break the news as gently as possible. Just friends, he said, that was what they’d been -- very good friends, but friends all the same. I really thought there was something there, Gojyo had said.

But, Hakkai had added for him.

And they were still friends. Very good friends, but just that -- friends.

He’d understood, of course. Perhaps he’d even known it on some subconscious level. Perhaps he’d gotten so used to the idea of having someone in his life that he’d automatically assumed that it was Gojyo. They’d shared a house, a room, and a life, or part of it.

For what it was worth, it had been a very good life.

There was a rustle of movement to his left. Hakkai opened eyes that he hadn’t realized were closed, in time to see Sanzo reach into the back and pull out a bottle.

"Sanzo?"

"Good stuff," the priest pronounced, inspecting the label. "I haven’t had sake in forever." He slid a sidelong glance at Hakkai. "Shall we test that hypothesis of yours?"

Just like Sanzo, Hakkai thought. Just like him to demand that you get to point then fail to address it at all.

He felt a cup being shoved in his hand. He closed his fingers around it, and was about to voice his thanks, when Sanzo’s hand came to rest briefly upon his.

"Hindsight is always perfect," the priest said quietly. "But it is a beautiful night."

I’m sorry came to mind, but the words stuck in his throat. I messed up entirely. I’m sorry... as if sorry is enough, and even if I were to go and do it again, I’m not sure I would have done it differently...

But Sanzo had return to contemplating the bottle. "Corkscrew."

The thought shattered. The words disappeared, unsaid.

"Here." Hakkai retrieved it from the side compartment.

"The sake won’t be warm any more."

"That’s all right." Hakkai watched as Sanzo popped the cork with expert ease, then turned to fill their cups.

Quite a different person from the Sanzo we knew, back at the start. But was it a change... or was it simply a reversion?

"That bakazaru?" Sanzo snorted, and Hakkai realized that his last sentence had been voiced. "Credit me for having better taste than that."

"But he adores you," Hakkai pointed out.

"In the way a kid might adore his guardian, perhaps. And kids grow up." Sanzo placed the bottle back on the seat. "As you pointed out, he’s been talking entirely too much to the kappa."

Hakkai stared at the ripples in the wine. "So you’re just friends?"

"I don’t have friends," Sanzo replied wryly.

A sudden surge of doubt hit Hakkai. It had been a year, after all... and arguably, he’d been the one who’d chosen to walk a different path. Yet he’d assumed, selfishly, that Sanzo would still be waiting when he returned to Chou An.

"But I have drinking partners," Sanzo said, looking down at his cup. He looked up, and his expression was weary. "Hakkai, you know I don’t like talking about this friendship crap."

The coiled spring in his chest unwound with a snap. He exhaled the breath that he’d unconsciously been holding, and a low chuckle grew at the back of his throat. "I’m sorry."

"Idiot," Sanzo said.

Hakkai raised his glass. "To the anniversary of our return, then."

Sanzo mirrored his gesture. "To a better year."

***

The sun was rising by the time they left the bar. It was the seventh, or possibly the eighth... Sanzo had lost count somewhere along the line. But it didn’t matter. He was still walking in a straight line with ease, while Hakkai...

He glanced over at the man leaning gently on his shoulder. Hakkai was probably faking it, the sneaky bastard.

"So this Suzuki," Sanzo said, "Is she pretty?"

Hakkai jerked back in surprise, and Sanzo noted that his balance was perfect.

Sanzo stared back blandly. "It determines whether or I decide to shoot him."

Hakkai cracked a smile. "Oh, she is pretty. Very much so, I might venture to add. Smart and understanding too."

"Ah. Perhaps I’ll spare his miserable kappa life, then."

"I’d have to intercede on his behalf if you decided otherwise."

An eyebrow rose. "You actually think him worth saving?"

"It’s not as if he has to plead his case with the gods after killing half his village and a thousand youkai. And even then, someone evidently thought such a life was worth saving."

Sanzo stared at him. The eyebrow went down, and drew close to the other in a frown.

"What I meant was: Thank you. For that and the drinks."

"Ah."

They stood in the middle of the street, barely able to see each other’s faces in the first light of dawn. The morning was misty from the rain the day before, and Sanzo suddenly realized how cold it was.

I have drinking partners. His own words came abruptly back to haunt him. Was that just it? A night of drunken revelation to blunt raw nerves?

It suddenly felt as if the clock had turned back a year and a day.

That was the problem. There was never anything said. There were never any words to bind anything between them. Their relationship had been built on unspoken promises, and those unspoken promises had come round to stab him in the back in the end.

And that, presumably, had never been Gojyo’s problem. The kappa would have been rather vocal about his feelings and preferences. Rather vocal when it came to persuading Hakkai to return with him.

I trust you to look after yourself.

And how the question had haunted him, for a few months afterwards -- What if I had said something? What if I’d told him that his trust was badly misplaced? What if... I’d tried to change his mind instead of simply watching him go?

"I’ll drive you back," Hakkai offered.

Stay, the heart cried, against the better judgment of the mind, but somehow, he simply couldn’t give voice to that word. Unattached enough not to ask him to stay; attached enough not to be able to let him walk away a second time.

"What’s wrong?" Hakkai asked.

"Nothing." Everything. Caught in the very trap I tried to avoid.

There was concern on those green eyes, concern that made him want to scream and lash out.

"Sanzo--"

He turned away. "You’re supposed to be drunk. I’ll walk." He forced his feet to start moving. Don’t call me back. Don’t say a word, because I know I’ll never be able to walk away if you did. Don’t--

"Sanzo."

His foot came down on the road and refused to move another step.

"Sanzo..." and Hakkai’s hand on was his shoulder, tugging him gently back.

Let go.

"You’re going the wrong way."

He glanced up. The temple somewhere ahead, shimmering in the distance. "I don’t think so."

"Whoever said that we’re going back to the temple?"

"You can’t be serious." He half turned. "I’m not living with the kappa."

"We don’t have to. You can always afford to buy a house. A better house, I might add." Hakkai’s voice dropped. "I saw one for sale the other day. It’s not far from here."

Unconsciously, his hand came up to grasp the one on his shoulder. "Hakkai... what is it you’re trying to say?"

"Isn’t it clear enough?" Hakkai moved around to enter his field of vision. "Chou An’s terrible for you. No air. No coffee, beer or cigarettes. There won’t be any space at Gojyo’s place when Suzuki moves in. And if you’re asking... I’m not letting you walk off a second time."

Something skipped. His balance went. Hakkai’s balance went. They ended up in an untidy sprawl on the road.

"Shit," Sanzo muttered. "I can’t deal with this when I’m drunk."

"So much for a romantic moment," Hakkai said.

Sanzo shot him a glare as they sat up.

"So... shall we check the place out?"

"You bastard," Sanzo scowled. "You actually led me to think..."

"You jumped to conclusions. You always jump to conclusions," Hakkai rebuked him. "When it comes to matters of intellect, you’re uncannily accurate. When it comes to emotions, you’re hopelessly erroneous."

"I never did get the hang of this emotion junk."

"Neither did I, actually," Hakkai said. "I think, between the two of us, we messed up gloriously."

"Screw that," Sanzo mumbled.

"We should make a move," Hakkai pointed out. "We don’t want people seeing Sanzo Houshi sama sprawled out in the middle of the street, dead drunk."

Sanzo cast him a wry look. "I’m not the only one who’s drunk."

"Tipsy," Hakkai corrected him.

"Then we’ll walk."

***

III : As the sun goes down

"You’re moving out?" Goku said in shock. "But where are you going?"

Sanzo glanced at Hakkai, who slipped a piece of paper across the table. "Nearby. This is the address. Feel free to visit."

"But... but... what about me?"

"When you find a place to move into with that girl... what’s her name... Lin... you can ask the Three Aspects for a place. They’ll be more than happy to sponsor you," Sanzo said.

Goku’s eyes lit up. "Really? Really? We were--"

"Don’t tell me all about it now," Sanzo broke in. "We’re in a hurry."

"’We’re’?" Goku glanced at them both. "Oh... you mean... but I thought Hakkai was living with Gojyo!"

"Gojyo will need space after his marriage," Hakkai replied.

Goku glanced at them again. "But... both of you..."

"Let’s go." Sanzo rose, pushing back the chair. "Lots of preparations to be made."

"True," Hakkai agreed. "The furniture should be arriving soon, and we need to get the curtains up..."

"And get your things from Gojyo’s..."

"...And your things from here..."

"...There’s nothing to bring."

"How about those documents you’re so fond of?"

"I burned them last night."

"Really."

Goku stared at their retreating backs as they left the room. Abruptly, he sprang up from his chair and raced to the doorway.

*

Sanzo spun at the sound of running footsteps, and saw Goku stick his head out of the doorway.

"So there is something between you two!" Goku yelled, loud enough that they had to hear it back in Tenjiku.

"Here’s something I don’t need to take with me!" Sanzo roared, grabbing the paper fan and flinging it with deadly accuracy across the corridor. It slammed into Goku’s forehead, sending him sprawling backwards.

Hakkai chuckled. "You certainly have been getting more sleep."

"You should have seen the faces of the Three Aspects when I told them I was going. It gave me a warm feeling for days." He flung the wide doors of the temple open, drew a deep breath, and stepped out.

And looked up, and up, and up, until he was dazzled by the sun in its endless blue dome.

***
The. End.
***

A/N
:O
I want more Sanzo angst!fic.

(Rushed. Too tired to vet. Have work to be done.)

To the two people who gave me the material with which to write this fic : I love you and miss you dearly.

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