Title: Shining Oblivion
Author: kawaii-kirei "KK"
Rating: PG
Pairing: SanzoGoku, HakkaiGojyo, and others more to come.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gensomaden Saiyuki or any of it's characters. I only own the story. ^^' Okay, so not the whole of it since the cutting part is very old, but... yeah... *sweat drops even further*

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Shining Oblivion

I watch him. Like I always do whenever we rent a hotel room. And he always stays by the window. Mainly because I always ask him to. What? He looks beautiful under the moonlight. Even though it takes a lot to convince him, it sure is worth it all.

It's raining again. Maybe that's why he yelled such hurtful words today. Heck, I still feel the pain from the wound on my cheek where his bullet almost killed me.

Gojyo once asked me why I prefer staying with Sanzo. I could ask him the same thing about Hakkai. But why, actually? Maybe because Sanzo's my sun, my light, my guiding star, my life. He gave me freedom, so I owe him everything.

Sighing, I started to stand up. There's no more use in sulking about how much I love Sanzo. Yes, you heard me. I, Son Goku, is in love with the ever cold Genjo Sanzo. You have a problem with that?

I really don't care what you think, anyway. I jumped out of my bed as quietly as possible, then tried to reach for my neatly folded clothes in the dark. Under the shirt, was a knife. Yes, I cut myself. I got addicted to it somehow ever since Homura cut me with that damn sword of his' two weeks ago. Damn him and his evil miniature minions. What? You need a little humor in life, yah know?

Sighing once again, I left the room, left the hotel, knife in hand. I started to walk towards the farthest cliff in the town. I do this every night.

Plopping down on the grass, I roll one of my long sleeves up. See that? One, two, three, four... Heck, I can't even count the scars! As far as I remember, this is all 52. And I still have a lot of space on my upper arm, but I'll stay on the lower part for now.

Slash.

I stared as the blood dripped from the wound. I don't feel any pain. Then I continue. How many now? I'm guessing 64.

Sighing in satisfaction, I lay down on the grass. I don't know how long I've been there and I really don't care. I just wished that I could've walked away earlier.

"Goku?!"

That voice is certainly not mine.