Hello. I'm Rema and this is my fanfiction. It takes place during the Hazel era and does have some OC's. No romance. All friendship!
Currently, this story is going through editing. So bare with the lameness.
Only OC's belong to me. Saiyuki boys are Minekura's.
Kill All The Demons You Want,
If They Deserve It.
But it's A Sin,
To Kill An Angel.
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"DAMNIT, can't we get separate rooms?"
"Sure, if ya want to go and buy it yourself!"
"Calm down you two! Others can hear us."
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"Nah! Are we there yet?" A whiny voice rang out from a moving jeep in a desert.
"Chill, monkey boy. We'll get food in the next town." An older voice retorted.
"I never said I was hungry!" The young boy replied, his golden eyes shining in frustration and tiredness. His brown short hair ruffled.
"Sure ya are. You always think with your stomach, Goku." The crimson eyed and haired man sat back and teased the younger one. Flicking away a finished cigarette bud, he smirked.
"No, I don't Gojyo!!"
"Fine fine…." There was a long pause of silence before he added, "Want a banana?"
"Hell yea, I d- HEY!"
The two were off. Squabbles in the backseat won over the blowing wind. Insults that grow old fast were thrown back and forth…
"Bean monkey!"
"Roach kappa!"
"Gluttony chimp!"
"Perverted sprite!"
Until a rather loud gun shot interrupted, the bullet barely passing their heads. In the front seat a blonde haired monk readied to fire again. "Shut the hell up. Damn you idiots are so annoying." His anger flared as purple droopy eyes went back to the road.
"Now, now, Sanzo" the driver said. "No need to get violent. We're nearing a town now. We'll be there before the sun is down." He repositioned his monocles over his right emerald eye. Him never interfering more than with words to his three companions.
"Hey, Hakkai," Goku started, "Can we get some food?" His head right beside Hakkai's, hair almost identical color if not for the older being darker.
"Yes, Goku. We'll go shopping when we reach town." He assured him, being rewarded with a yelp of excitement.
"Jeez, you really do think with your stomach," Gojyo sighed.
"Shut up, kappa!"
"Bottomless pit!"
The argument started up once more as they reached the town. Another shot was fired soon after.
"Urasai!"
AS they made their way into town, the four travelers pulled up beside a building. It's tan color, just lighter than the dirt, adding another shade to the town's simple color scheme. A warm vibe of orange and red from the sun sank against it all, giving off a comfortable feeling of welcome. The people living there merely passed by, minding their own business, not causing any trouble. They kept content and happy expressions. Only one thing could've not happened: youkai. None were spotted, nor heard.
When the guys piled out of the jeep, a bright light glowed. In an instant the automobile had turned into a small white dragon. With a soft 'coo', it flew straight for Hakkai and sat upon his shoulder.
"You did well, Hakuryu." The emerald eyed one commented, gently patting it's head.
"Alright, lets go!" Goku rushed inside with the others following.
When they went to the front desk to rent a room, a great disappointment occurred.
"What do ya mean only one room left?!" Gojyo and Goku shouted in unison.
"Are you positive that's all the boarding?" Hakkai asked.
"Yes, I'm deeply sorry, but I can bring extra blankets up for you." The young girl said.
Sighing a bit, "Thank you," Hakkai bowed and started towards the stairs.
"I call dibs on a bed!" The monkey king rushed forth, only to have a paper fan painfully swapped on his head.
"No, you get the floor. I paid, I get a bed." Sanzo stated, no questions asked.
"Well, shall we go?" The dragon-owner led the way, pulling on Gojyo's sleeve, away from the girl he was flirting with. Since one bed was left, they all knew Cho Hakkai would receive it. Even if calm and polite, anger was something no one dared provoke onto him.
Though, before the four could make a step, loud noises came from the top. A crash and tumble, then a yelp and beats of feet rushing down the hall. In a flash of dark blurriness, a girl had stepped on her brakes. Stopping just in time to not hit anyone, she leaned against the wall, head peeking from behind. A flushed face and heavy breathing of a pony-tailed brunette stood before them. Her flaxen eyes barely visible from behind concealing curtains of hair. Bare feet twiddled from under baggy blue jeans, the rest covered by a jacket.
"You may hear some cries and shouts from our room; please disregard it and carry on with your life…Oh, and we will clean any mess we make, so don't worry." And with that, the girl sped back up the stair, black coat fluttering right behind her.
The gang stood in minor surprise. Though that quickly wore off when Gojyo snickered, "For a moment, she kinda reminded me of monkey boy, here." He commented, heading up the stairs.
"Oh my, two Gokus?" Hakkai thought of it, following in suet.
"What's that mean?" The young boy asked, offended by their tone yet confused of why it was said.
"Hurry up," Sanzo ordered, Goku complying quickly.
"Ow, take it out! Take it out!" A female voice came from a room down the hall. "It hurts!" Another whine.
"Ooooh, sounds like someone is gettin' some," the red-haired half breed suggested, a smirk rising.
"Gettin' what?" Golden eyes looked up, confused and hoping for an answer.
"Nothing Goku. It's nothing," Hakkai interfered hastily. Saying it as to not have their young friend tainted by lustful information. He walked over and opened their door.
"I'll tell you when you're older." Gojyo said, following in. "Man, I feel sorry for those next to them."
Looking hopefully up to Sanzo, Goku waited for an answer. The blonde monk simply walked by and inside, though. Not taking a glance towards the curious monkey. Knowing no one would explain, Goku gloomily followed, plopping himself in a chair.
It had been but a few hours since they arrived. Sanzo sat quietly in bed as the other three went shopping. Glasses hitched on his nose and newspaper in his hands, the blonde leaned against the wall. Silence dwelling peacefully from the room, though he couldn't say the same about the room next door. What happened behind the wall behind him was anything but peaceful. Quite frankly, it bothered him beyond all patience.
Of course being the polite gentlemen of a monk he was, Sanzo would ask his neighbors to tone down their actions and volume…by threatening them with his gun. Throwing down his paper frustratingly, he stomped out of their room. The last kick to the wall was the last straw. He silently wanted to shoot Gojyo for his earlier comment; they were the lucky ones to be there. Standing in front of the door a few feet from theirs, Sanzo knocked, no regard to its volume. An answer to his knock was replied by hushes and giggles as well as rummaging of furniture. A minute later the door opened.
A head was slightly turned away, cheek scarlet and hair ebony. The boy's shirt was torn at the shoulders, though bandages covered his right arm as baggy pants did his legs. A full toothy grin complete with a laugh finally faced Sanzo. With that, crimson eyes looked up, laughter gone.
"Yea?" His tone was of boredom and disrespectful attitude.
Glaring at the boy, as he did everyone, the monk responded, "Shut the hell up in there." A demand, that should be obeyed, was barked.
It was as if the kid was suppressing a giggle-snort when he replied, "Right-o."
"Tch, you better." He hardened his gaze, sobering the boy up.
"Don't worry, sir." A female voice called from inside. She came up, rubbing her head and holding a brush full of dirty blonde hair. "We'll try to lessen our volume, and sorry for the earlier noise." Her emerald eyes, full of apologetic and mischievous emotions, reminded Sanzo of Hakkai.
The boy rolled his red eyes, so much like Gojyo's, and crossed his arms, "Yea." He strolled back inside, pushing past the girl whose clothing looked native, but matched her eye scheme.
"Hn." Sanzo turned away, door closed behind him. He leisurely walked to his room, though not before hearing the boy snickering an insult about him, giggles responded back. After that, a shriek came from the opposite direction of the hall.
"Look what we brought, Sanzo!" The excited tone of Goku only meant food. Sighing, the blonde walked inside their room.
"OW, take it out! Take it out!" The girl wailed. She was sitting on the floor as her head was pulled back once more. "It hurts!"
"Oh, stop whining! Jeez, Kayko, ya wimp!" Another girl dropped the brush onto her lap, dirty blonde strands still in it.
"Well, you practically ripped my hair out!" Emerald eyes looked fiercely up at her companion.
"Blah, blah, blah. Whatever." She replied, yellow eyes rolled.
"Quit your fightin' and lets start. I already shuffled th' cards," a boy called irritatingly.
"Alright," the brunette female sighed, taking a seat at the table as well as Kayko.
"Spoons is the game and since we couldn't find spoons, we'll use-"
"Don't we need more people for Spoons?" Flaxen eyes raised an eyebrow.
"Well…fine, we'll play Blackjack."
"Stakes?"
"Anything. No give backs either, unless ya won it back."
"I'm okay with that."
Grins were quickly spreading with the thoughts of winning.
As the cards were passed and disposed, hits were made, bluffs were called out, but also passed, and items found their way to new owners. Hollering, hooting, groaning, fists to the table, cards to the floor, and much more was displayed during the game. In the hours of Blackjack, many things were lost as well as gained. Partings were made, but in the rare occurrence some were brought back. In the end, when all three players sat around their room and scattered into comfortable positions, they were finally at peace.
"I thought we said no give backs," the boy mumbled.
"Yea, well, since when do we obey the rules, Shad? Even if our own," the brunette held a smile as she lay on her bed against the wall. "We're born rebels, my good man."
"Man?" Kayko questioned with a chuckled, "Since when was Shadow a man?" With that the girls began to giggle.
"I am so a man!" He retorted bravely. "Age difference aside."
"Pfft. He sounds squeaky to me."
"Shut it, Rema!" He scowled, throwing a pillow at the laughing girl.
"Oh So tough," Kayko mocked, a pillow reaching her as well.
"Shut up!"
"Squeaky McSqueakers!"
"Brat!"
"Wenches!"
The boy lunged off his spot of the bed and to the girl on the floor. The one positioned on the other bed rolled herself around, hands to her sides to keep the fits of giggles from exploding. Faces were quickly turning red and a table found itself on its side. Pillows were thrown to scarlet cheeks, laughs escaped into the air, and in the mist of it all a knock had barely been heard, despite its own volume.
"Okay, okay. Someone get the door," Rema panted between laughs.
Having trouble standing, a wobbly Shadow reached the door. Opening it, he was faced with a pissed off blonde man. Trying to sober up to sane, Shadow took care of what was to be dealt with. That is, until Kayko had to intervene and save his laughing ass.
Rema merely laid on her bed, out of view from the visitor as she took in breaths of air. It would take awhile for the sobering to begin, so in the mean time she rested lazily.
The door closed and Kayko quickly reverted back to being hyper. Shadow's snickering beginning to grow into a full laugh.
"Man, what a scowl-y tight ass." This caused the rest to once again respond with uncontrollable giggles.
END CHAPTER 1. The beginning stanzas are inspired by 'To Kill A Mocking Bird'. LAME I KNOW.