Disclaimer: I don't own the characters
in this story. ; P The lyrics in the beginning are sung by Lorna Vallings.
I wasn't going to write a Valentine's Day fic, but I guess Kracken's
GW Valentine fic inspired me. So I tried to write a GW one myself
(it *is* my biggest and favourite fandom after all) but it turned
out to be very similar to all the other Gundam Wing Valentine ficlets
out there. So I decided to try a Saiyuki one instead. And since my
favourite pairing is Sanzo/Goku, I wanted to write one of those.
..........and then my mind went blank.
Instead, an idea for a Homura/Goku fic appeared in my mind. Blame
it on the wonderful D chan, for writing such amazing Homura/Goku stories.
Taste
by Maaya
'If
I could have just a breath of you, would you, could you infect me?'
- Taste by Lorna Vallings
They would be leaving the inn early this morning,
a fact Goku wished didn't exist. But he had still, for reasons unknown,
woken up before any of the other members of the party and was now
wandering around aimlessly, bored without anyone to talk with. The
sun had only just risen above the mountains surrounding the village
and the light was refreshed, not at all like the orange/red light
that had been the night before. There were not many people around
at this time of the morning either, so the place was strangely quiet.
Not lonely-quiet, but peacefully quiet. Goku found that he enjoyed
it quite a lot. Maybe he should rise early more often?
On second thoughts…Nah. How much he would ever
enjoy this peace, he enjoyed sleeping even more.
He was growing hungry, but Sanzo wasn't around with
his golden card to buy food. Oh well, he was used to having to wait
for food anyway. Without being able to eat, he somehow ended up in
his hotel room again, and he flopped down on his bed, staring at the
ceiling, feeling bored to death.
A knock on the door was heard.
Goku blinked. Someone was knocking on his door? Who
could it be? Not Sanzo, because the monk would never search out Goku’s
company other than if the boy had overslept and the other was waiting
in the jeep. But now he hadn't overslept, and Sanzo's knocks were
usually loud and annoyed anyway. It couldn't be Gojyo either, because
the red-haired water sprite never knocked; only rushed inside uninvited.
And Hakkai...well, Hakkai knocked politely once or twice before announcing
that it was he, and that he was going to enter.
So who could be knocking now? It was a firm knock,
firm and steady, but strangely anonymous.
"Who is it?" Goku called and sat up.
The knocking stopped.
Shrugging, the boy stood up and walked over to the
door. He opened it cautiously and peeked around, but was surprised
to find there was no one there. Geez. Then, his eyes fell onto the
floor, where one stray red rose was laying. Goku blinked and picked
it up, scrutinizing it carefully. It was one of those roses that were
either without thorns, or had had them removed, and the red colour
was so dark it was almost black. Around the stem was a white card
tied with a golden thread. He read it curiously.
'Happy Valentines Day, Son Goku', it said in elegant
hand-writing. The boy turned it over, but couldn’t see the sender’s
name anywhere.
As he was standing there, staring at the rose stupidly,
a door further down the hallway opened and a certain water spirit
stepped out. He yawned widely and scratched his head, before he spotted
Goku. "Oy, monkey! What have you got there?"
"None of your business!" The younger boy
snapped, embarrassedly doing a half-hearted attempt at hiding the
rose behind his back though he knew that the kappa had already seen
it. But Gojyo came up to him and snatched it.
"Happy Valentine's Day..." He read aloud
and laughed. "Hey, you got a Valentine present, monkey! Who would
ever considering to give *you* one?"
"I don't know!" Goku made an attempt to
grab it, but Gojyo held it up higher, out of his reach. Damn that
idiot for being taller than him, anyway! "Hey, give it here!"
"I didn't know you knew anyone around here."
Gojyo continued to muse aloud, deliberately teasing him. "We
arrived late yesterday night and went to bed...and none of us would
write 'Son Goku' on a card. Also, no one of the guys would ever consider
giving you a card and besides, Sanzo and Hakkai don't write like that...ooof!"
The last statement was more from the hit Goku had
suddenly given his stomach, than from his annoying musings. The shorter
boy used the moment of his older comrade's pain to snatch the rose
out of his loosened grip, and he disappeared into his room again,
locking the door behind him.
In safety, he leaned against the door with a sigh
and wondered, who in hell had given him that rose?
***
"So, Goku, Gojyo told me someone gave you a rose.
Any idea who it was?" Hakkai smiled.
They were in the jeep. Sanzo was sleeping away in
the front, and Goku and Gojyo had, for once taken a pause in their
fighting. At the mere mention of the rose, Goku grew annoyed.
"No - I have no idea!" He kicked Gojyo's
shin as the older man began to sing in a low voice about secret girlfrie~nds.
What could have been the start of yet another argument, though, was
interrupted when Hakuryu suddenly stopped, sending the two back-seat
occupant flying forwards and grabbing the back of the front-seats
to keep from falling off. Sanzo was rudely thrown into the land of
the living by hitting his head against the front.
“Shit!”
"Ouch." The monkey boy grabbed his head
he had unfortunately hit against Gojyo's. "What happened? Why
did we stop?"
Hakkai rubbed his chest where he had hit the steering
wheel, wincing. "There's something on the road."
"Eh? What?" Gojyo raised his throbbing head
to look out.
There, on the road, stood a lone package, shaped like
a pink heart. A single card was lying on it, and written on it was
a text, which he could read even from this distance.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Son Goku."
***
Goku was in a bad mood. The water sprite's constant
teasing didn't help to ease his mood one bit. Throughout the day,
they had encountered no less than *seven* Valentine presents, all
addressed to him, sent by an anonymous person. Finally, when they
drove through a town, Sanzo called the day to an end, saying he was
tired of finding gifts everywhere. He had prayed for four rooms at
an inn, and isolated himself in one of them for the rest of the evening.
The monkey boy supposed the should be a little flattered
at the obvious attention he got from...whoever it now was, but all
he could really feel was frustration. So, someone liked him. Someone
who was sending him gifts. He could live with that. But why in hell
did this someone give him such...girly gifts!? A rose, a heart-shaped
box with even more heart-shaped chocolates (those had been kind of
good by the way), a card with cheesy love poems....nothing useful,
only embarrassingly, overly romantic stuff Goku didn't like. He was
a boy, for goddess' sake - and a teenage boy on top of that! Teenage
boys did *not* receive hearts and roses.
He stomped up to his room and opened the door....
...and immediately stopped. And blinked. Just for
the sake of it, he closed the door and opened it again, begging to
whatever god listening that he was dreaming. But no, he wasn't.
Some heart-shaped, red-coloured candles were lit in
the room, (which smelled faintly by incense, by the way) and rose-petals
were strategically spread around on the floor to give it a romantic
appearance. On the bed (which had a bedspread with hearts on it) lay
yet another box with his name on it.
"...the hell." Goku muttered, braced himself
for another sickeningly sweet present, and went to open the box. Logic
said he should just throw it away, but he was too curious (though
disgusted) to do that. It was smaller than the other presents so far,
he noted when he unwrapped it and opened the box. Inside was a small,
heart shaped diamond on a golden necklace. He had to admit, it *was*
kind of beautiful, but he growled in frustration none the less.
"Don't you like it?" A smooth voice from
behind asked suddenly, teasing. The boy turned around quickly, and
was met by the sight of...Homura standing in the doorway, smirking
in that self-assured way he often did.
"It's...you." Goku stated flatly, but recovered
quickly. "You! What do you mean by sending me all those things!?"
He emphasised 'things' by waving around with the newly received necklace
in one hand.
"I thought you might need a little attention,
Son Goku." Homura was clearly amused. No, more than amused. Goku
could bet he saw how the god had to bite his lip to keep himself from
outright laughing.
"Let me tell you this once-" Goku snapped.
"I. Am. Not. A. Girl. I do not like all this romantic stuff.
I do not like roses. I do not like pink. I do not like hearts..."
"But you like chocolate." Homura quipped
in between the words.
"...chocolate maybe, but I do still not...mmph!"
The boy was silenced by a pair of lips that suddenly
covered his, demanding an entry. He allowed Homura’s tongue
into his mouth dazedly, absently noting that the older man had eaten
chocolate sometime before, because he tasted of mint and plain chocolate.
He...liked it.
When Homura broke removed his lips, Goku was breathing
heavily, face warm and lips swollen.
"But you liked that, didn't you?" Homura
asked, still amused. Goku nodded mutely.
Someone knocked on the door. "Goku?" It
was Hakkai.
"Well." Homura smirked, not betraying any
emotions other than a slight disappointment and even more amusement.
"I guess we'll have to continue this later, Son Goku. I'll see
you when that time comes."
And with that, he disappeared.
Behind Goku, who was staring into nowhere, Hakkai
entered.
"Goku...oh my."
Great. Now he had to explain not only his red cheeks
and swollen lips, but also the state his room was in.
- The End -
Silly, yes. I've drunk chocolate coffee and eaten
muffins. OOC, yup. It's a parody, it's allowed to be. Crappy, yeah.
Have no excuse for that. But if you liked/disliked it, please review?
I am amazingly bad at writing lemons, so don’t expect me to
write a sequel. Though, if you are somewhat good at writing smut and
are interested in writing a Homura/Goku lemon for the story, please
mail me?
Cheers
Maaya
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