Author: Mosh
Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Sans Monkey
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Rating: PG
Summary: Sanzo freezes his arse off.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Kazuya Minekura. No money being made, no copyright infringement intended.
A/N: Just a little something I wrote to cheer myself up on a rainy day. With thanks and love to Su and Em for the beta duties! 450 words. :)

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It was with an uncontrollable shiver that Sanzo woke up. He silently damned himself for not putting his clothes back on before he had gone to sleep the previous night; the temperature had plummeted drastically at some point. With a groan of discomfort, he reached out and curled his arm around the nearest object, pulling it tight against him for warmth.

However, the lump he held was far from warm.

He grumbled sleepily, still not fully awake enough to open his eyes, and idly wondered if perhaps the monkey had snored himself to death during the night and that was why he was so damn cold.

Ugh. Sanzo cracked his eyes open and looked down to where he was clutching a thin, empty bundle of blankets.

The fuck?

A piercing shriek rose through the window of the inn room and Sanzo sat up sharply, reaching down to where his crumpled robes lay on the floor. He drew his gun, just as another yell rang loudly from outside, closely followed by a thumping noise that brought to mind the image of a broomhandle hitting bare skin.

What the hell was going on?

Sanzo pulled the sheets and blankets back and immediately regretted it. Another, more violent shiver ran through his body and goosebumps spread like a wave across his skin. He hissed through his teeth and pulled his arms in to hug himself, feeling his nipples hard and over-sensitised, the hair on his neck and arms standing up. The heat of his breath turned to a faint mist in the air as he cursed colourfully.

He clearly remembered closing the window before he'd turned in the night before, but now he noticed it was hanging wide open. Swearing again, he quickly draped his creased robes around himself and did a hop-skip across the icy floorboards to the offending window.

"Ahh! I got you!" cried an all too familiar voice that was decidedly not in distress.

Sanzo looked out with a grumpy frown, his gun at the ready. He soon realised why he was so cold and why the bed had been sans one warm, naked monkey.

"Shit," Sanzo cursed with exasperation. He shook his head and pulled the window closed, then the shutters. The room was suddenly drowned in deep grey shadows, chasing away the glare of sunlight reflected off snow.

Damn Goku and his newfound love for the stuff, and damn the village children for tempting him out to play in it so goddamned early in the morning.

As Sanzo got back into bed, he reminded himself to whack Goku with his fan for leaving the window open.

And maybe he'd give Goku an extra whack for leaving him all alone in bed, too.