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My lust for Genjo Sanzo turned into obsession, as difficult as it is for me to admit that sort of thing. Sha Gojyo doesn't obsess for others; others obsess for Sha Gojyo. However, I've been known to make an exception or two, during my lifespan.
The next week or so, I kept with my heavy inneundos and started taking every opportunity to invade Sanzo's personal space. I nearly took a bullet for my efforts more times than I care to count and I'm fairly certain that he gave me a concussion, at one point.
Not only was I having to nurse injuries that Sanzo gave to me, I suffered being wounded at the hands of a youkai attack, just so I could grab a handful of Sanzo's ass. . .

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There were less than a dozen youkai left and Gojyo felt rather confident in taking the chance to molest Sanzo, while the blonde was reloading his gun (safely behind one of Hakkai's chi shields).
He'd play it off as an accidental thing, of course; one had to be careful while Sanzo was firing bullets during a battle (the monk could always say that he'd killed him by /accident/, as well).

Gojyo sent the blade of his shokujou into the small group of crazed demons as he took the time to move into position, touching his back against Sanzo's.
The blond fired his pistol several times before acknowledging the kappa.

'Hakkai and I are fine. Go help Goku'

As Gojyo's chain whipped through the air, sending the blade through several youkai skulls, Gojyo shot a glance to Goku.

'He's fine, himself, princess'

'Ch'

As the blade of the shokujou found its way back into place, with a loud metallic clang, Gojyo turned his head until Sanzo's hair brushed against his face. He lowered one arm, took a deep breath, /It's now or never/, and filled his hand full of Sanzo's ass.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!

'Fuck!'

Gojyo's eyes widened.

The bastard fucking shot me!

So stunned was Gojyo (at this thought), that he didn't realize he was on the ground, a snarling youkai above him and ready to send its long claws into his body a second time.

Bang!

Click!

The youkai fell to the ground, a bullet hole, dead-center, in its forehead.

'That's the last of them' Hakkai said in relief, while dropping his chi-made shield. Then, taking notice of his half-demon friend, he went to his knees, at Gojyo's side.

'Gojyo! Are you alright?'

Gojyo struggled to an upright position, wincing as his arm took his weight upon it.

'Fucking peachy' he growled, examining the long gash marring his bicep.

'What happened?' Hakkai asked before attempting to heal his best friend.

'Yes, Gojyo, that's something I'd like to know for myself'

The redhead's heart stilled at Sanzo's low, suspicious tone. Swallowing hard, Gojyo worked to push the guilt from his gaze before he lifted his head.

'What happened?' he sneered, improvising a white lie on the spot, 'What happened, /Sanzo/, is that I just saved your sorry ass'

Sanzo's jaw dropped slightly and his (quickly repressed) look of shock turned into a skeptical glare.

'Excuse me? While I'm sure that my ass was on your mind, I have my doubts that you were thinking of saving it'

'I took that youkai's strike for you, you ungrateful bastard and you stand there accusing me?(!)'

'Gojyo, please be still. I used so much of my energy in the battle that I could only close the wound, superfically. You'll open it again, if you're not careful'

'You guys are even' Goku's words broke the glaring contest betwixt Sanzo and Gojyo.

'What are you talking about, monkey?'

'You say that the youkai was going after Sanzo and you stepped in front of him. Sanzo shot the youkai and kept him from hurting you, anymore. You're even'. Then, 'I'm hungry, guys. When can we eat?'

Hakkai took Goku by the shoulders, cast a look over his (own) shoulder at the monk and the kappa, and led the boy away, 'I think we can find you something to snack on, in our packs, Goku'.

A brief silence fell, when Hakkai and Goku had gone.
Sanzo's lighting of a cigarette broke the said silence.

'That youkai'

Gojyo fixed the monk with a wary expression.

'He was really coming after me, was he?'

The half-breed lit his own smoke, 'That's what I said, wasn't it?'

Sanzo gazed thoughtfully into the distance, 'Hn'.

Gojyo chewed upon the filter of his Hi-Lite, not enjoying his thoughts. Truth was, if Sanzo hadn't shot that youkai, Gojyo would be wearing more than a barely healed wound, at best. And he had found himself telling one hell of a lie to keep Sanzo's suspicions at bay, to top things. The guilt ate at his insides, yet for all that, his next words were (still) difficult to say.

'Thank you, Sanzo'

The blond's hand stilled in its travel to his mouth, briefly, before completing the motion. Sanzo took a deep drag and allowed the smoke to curl from his lips before he made his reply.

'Hn. You're lucky there were no more youkai to put my last bullet into'

Gojyo snorted softly as the priest swept by him, his dusty robes hitting against Gojyo's arm, as he went.

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After that little incident, I was back to making perverted suggestions and asking questions that would get me shot at ('Are you a virgin, Sanzo?'). Then, I thought it high time to try a little reverse psychology. I stopped all communication with Sanzo, unless it was completely needed. Yes, I backed off, if you can believe that. Even bought myself a journal, as part of the ploy. . .

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'Hakkai, how do you spell -unresponsive-?'

'That's the eighth time that you've asked him to spell a word. Since when, Gojyo, do you care how any word is spelled?'

'Forget it, 'Kai; -laid there like a dead fish- works better'

Gojyo barely surpressed his laughter as he felt Sanzo's frustration (at being ignored) settle in the air like a thick blanket.

'What is he writing?' That was Sanzo, endeavoring to sound bored (enough) to the point of making conversation for the lack of having anything better to do.

'He's started a dream journal, I believe' That was Hakkai, endeavoring to sound just casual (enough) so that Sanzo wouldn't gain a clue as to his being part of some crazy scheme hatched by the kappa.

'Ch. That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Figures that it would come from that idiot's poor excuse for a brain'.

Gojyo bit his lower lip to keep from grinning. He knew what it was doing to Sanzo as he continued to ignore the monk (especially his insults).

'Hakkai, how do you spell -flaccid-?'

Hakkai snorted into his sake, 'What? Gojyo!'

'I'm surprised he even knows a word of that size'

Gojyo caught himself, just in time, to keep from recognizing Sanzo's comment, 'That means you can't get it up, right, /Hakkai/?'

Hakkai flushed bright red and was so very thankful that Goku had decided to invade the inn's kitchen, earlier.

'Um, well, yes. Um, flaccid does mean that something is lacking firmness. I suppose that, well, yes, it could be used to describe. .er-'

Gojyo cut him off, 'That's good enough, /teach/. Thanks'

A moment passed where Gojyo's pencil scratching paper and Hakkai's sipping sake were the only noises to be heard.

'Hakkai, how do you spell -naïve-?'

'That's it!' Sanzo exploded from his seat and snatched Gojyo's journal from his hands, 'What the fuck kind of dreams are you having, you perverted water sprite?'

Gojyo jumped up, as well and tore the book away from Sanzo, 'That's private, asshole!'

Sanzo folded his arms over his chest and watched as Gojyo lovingly soothed the pages of his journal.

'Ch. Obviously not that private. You don't think anyone can construe the details of your dream by the words you're asking Hakkai to spell out?'

Gojyo rolled his eyes, 'Hakkai already knows about the dream. I told him about it' he smirked.

Sanzo grit his teeth, 'I was talking about me/, dumbass. /I can figure it out'.

The redhead snickered, 'Yeah right, princess' he gathered his pencil and Hi-Lites, 'I'm going out for a beer, ladies. There's nothing here to keep me interested for very long'.

'Like I honestly care about what you are dreaming' Sanzo mumbled, taking his seat and fixing a stony expression on his face.

Gojyo smiled to himself as he opened the door.

'The dream was about you/, Sanzo-/sama'

The kappa dodged the bullet just in the knick of time and laughed to himself, as he strode down the hall.

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He is so damn sexy when he's angry.