It's just an idea I had I thought wouldn't it be great if one of the saiyuki guys got to find love or have a child. I got the idea for the killer guy from FMA I know it's very unoriginal but please tell me what you think cos I kind of like the idea.

If I could turn back time

Going north

"Hakkai" She whispered to the motionless body. "Hakkai… Uncle Hakkai!" The last was a shout that frightened the near by crows into a loud flight. She knew he wouldn't wake up, she knew his heart had stopped minutes before she had even noticed. The forty-two year old lay slumped against the oak tree blood dripping from his head, the tell tail sign that he had been here, that beast, that man. He hadn't wanted Hakkai he had wanted to kill her just as he killed her father just as he killed all of her kind. A few meters away beautiful red hair lay scattered across the ground from the half demons fight, the blood was also mixed into the hair, his body… well his body was everywhere and nowhere, he had died a warrior and that is what Gojyo had wanted… Right?

"Angel," The man jumped down from his watchtower just above her head and was looking about for an escape root. His golden eyes locked onto a few trees to the right of them, which would surely slow the pursuer down. Goku was supposed to be a thirty-eight year old demon now but, well his growth slowed when he got to the age of twenty-two and he hadn't changed a bit since then. Angel's dad used to tell her scary stories about how Goku was really a vampire but uncle Hakkai used to tell him off when he did and uncle Gojyo would just laugh at Goku and call him a stupid vampire monkey. How she missed uncle Hakkai and uncle Gojyo.

"Angel" Goku shook her out of her trance "we have to go. Now!" He nudged his head towards the trees to let her know which way they were going. She was so tired of running, so tired of hiding and so tired of losing everyone she loved in the process.

"We can't leave uncle Hakkai." She protested. The mans' resolve shone in his eyes at that moment. He swung her over his shoulder and bounded off towards the trees.

"We'll get him later." Goku said as he headed towards the ash tree, her old playground. When she first came to live with her dad, after her mother had died the people in her dads house had been mean to her, she was only six at the time, she didn't understand why she was forbidden. Uncle Hakkai had found her here and asked her to come home but she said no she didn't like those bald people at her dad's house. After that her uncles had requested that she live with them where the nasty bald men couldn't upset her. This became their weekly place to come and play football or hide and seek.

She could feel it now the blood gushing from her shoulder was making her feel nauseous and dizzy. Goku looked at her worry in those big beautiful eyes. She was so glad he had stopped changing at the age of twenty-two it made their relationship seem so much more pure, innocent. The truth was that he had never really found her attractive more like a friend or a sister. Until the day she turned sixteen and lost her virginity to an ass hole in her high school. Goku being as pure as he was had walked into her room at that time and found himself bitten by the jealous bug, that day they both lost their innocence, Angel lost it physically and well Goku lost it mentally.

"He's coming" Goku whispered to her, she was seeing double, she had to protect him but she couldn't, she wouldn't be able to. "Angel get ready" It was time, it was the moment of truth right here, right now she would show all of Shangri-la what she was made of, she would show them that Angel Sanzo, daughter of Genjyo Sanzo was no push over! Well she hoped so any way. She lay out the Maten and Saten scriptures so that the centre markings crossed then began to chant.

"…Evolution, destruction too. Help me call upon you both. Call upon the dark and light, call upon heavens might, take me to my DESTINATION!" The light streamed through what Angel liked to call the backwaters of place. Anywhere she or the scriptures thought she should go she would be taken to.

"Goku!" She shouted to the man who was getting ready to pounce. "Hurry it's done." The man didn't turn to her he just allowed his voice to be raised higher than his usual calm and tranquil voice.

"You go I'll catch up." She would have protested but the man who had been killing all the Sanzo priests chose that moment to make his appearance. That cruel ugly man, he had such a strange face like a creased material all rippled like the waves, an eye was hidden beneath a fold of skin and his nose was slightly too far right like a badly drawn picture.

"Go!" The man shouted. "I'll find you." As if that weren't enough he then added, in his usual voice "I promise." Angel found that this suited her. As she jumped into the light she called to her beloved boyfriend

"I- I love you." She was sure that this would be the last time that they saw each other, she hoped with all her heart that it was she who died and not him.

Perhaps she had gotten her wish as when she got further into the backwater of places, still following the light stream she felt something shift, an important component, something she had no doubt forgotten to do. I wonder, she thought as she slipped into unconsciousness the blood still falling from her shoulder, what death is really like.

She remembered that day when he had become unbearably jealous and told her that her boyfriend was cheating on her. He is not Angel had said angrily at the stupid chimp. Then why does he smell of perfume whenever he comes here? Face it Angie (Her nickname) he's just using you. Angel had shouted and told him that she would never speak to him ever again until he apologised, but the next day she found out the truth, he was using her for sex and fame, imagine being able to go out with the most famous of all Sanzo's daughters and then also imagine that the Sanzo in question was not allowed children (then again no Sanzo is allowed children). He had told her he had his fame now and he no longer needed her. It was like having her heart ripped from her chest by blunt objects. Uncle Hakkai had asked if it would be okay for him to see the boy but she had said no, he would probably torcher him with that ever present hollow smile on his face. Uncle Gojyo per usual didn't even bother trying to hide the fact that he wanted to strangle the guy and her dad well he looked somewhat happy, if someone only knew him for a couple of years they wouldn't even realise but sometimes when he was feeling what Angel supposed was happiness (although Goku argued that it was probably gas) his mouth would turn up into an invisible smile the sides of his mouth would be slightly higher than usual and his eyes slightly brighter than usual, it would only last about three or four minutes then his face would return to normal as if nothing had ever happened. Angel remembered how her elders had reacted when she had excused herself from the table walking as calmly from the room as possible then in her desperate attempt at appearing unfazed walked straight into one of the monks who was bringing food to his precious master Sanzo, he had fallen over dropping food everywhere. Uncle Hakkai had leapt up to help her, uncle Gojyo was trying not to laugh and her dad as usual was trying not to but in with the whole it's none of my business crap. The only reason he said that was because he couldn't be bothered acting like a father and once again it was up to uncle Hakkai to help her. She had refused her uncles help this time and said she was simply a bit shocked when the monk rounded the corner. She had run to her room where Goku had been sitting looking lonely, playing with a ribbon she had on her desk.

"What are you doing in my room? Get out! GET OUT!" She had screamed trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape her emotionless eyes. Goku had then done something, well something not Goku. He had understood, he had looked through her words and into her soul for once. He grabbed her hand pulling her towards him and hugged her kissing her forehead and telling her things would be okay.

"He's just one guy." He had said and she had replied that stupid remark that girls sometimes do: But I loved him. She knew that she didn't at first she was attracted to him she would admit that but after the sex that was all she wanted, a physical relationship.

"You are so special." He had said to her (the typical dad speech, well the typical everyone else's dad speech) "One day you will meet someone who will think that you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world, inside and out and when that day comes, you will be the luckiest girl in the whole world." Great she'd thought when that day comes? When will that be? How was she supposed to know that the man he was talking about was a five hundred and thirty eight year old demon?

"Angel you're so beautiful."

"Hey guys isn't she beautiful" Hey Angel thought to herself that's not part of my memory, these memories usually replayed themselves after using the Saten scripture it brought back good and bad memories from the past, fears and hopes, dreams and nightmares. She opened her eyes a little bit letting the light come through the slit then turned over. I'm not getting up; I'm not getting up.

"Hey guys she's awake!" Said the same cheerful voice. Damn. There was a sound of banging which she assumed was the person or demon bouncing about as she could feel the thing she was on moving too. If I pretend to be dead she thought maybe they'll leave me alone. Just lay really still. After a few minutes the voice chirped.

"Hey get up" Damn. She decided that playing dead wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Okay time for plan B… The noise.

"Mmmmmmmm…." She said in a whiney voice as she rolled away from the excitable voice. Luck however was not on Angel's side, not that it ever was. The item that she was lying on ended where she had been lying previously plan B had forced her off the side of this unknown item and straight into a soft silky pillow on the floor. Okay so maybe Luck was on her side this was much more comfortable. So much so that she just had to rub her head on the soft silky pillow. Come to think of it her Sanzo robe passed down from her father felt like this, but it was getting a bit bobbly now four or five generations down the line things get like that. The Pillow began to move.

"No" she groaned as the pillow moved and shouted

"You stupid monkey" That voice Angel thought as she opened up one eye it can't be… no it can't be. Her eyes focused on the "pillow" Who was actually a blond man with a white robe on that ran down to his feet where two black socks stuck out of the end, a scripture lay draped across his neck, Angels scripture, the Maten scripture.

"Am I… Dead?" She asked as the four men turned around to face her with an amused look in their eyes.