A servant in the temple Sanzo resided as a kid, she was forbidden, but the priest took her in due to her rough past of thieft and orphanage.
Her name was Tamika, and she had done horrible things.
She'd keep herself hidden, her hypnotizing silver eyes flecked with sapphire earned her the name, "Myka" from the occupants, who chuckled and ribbed eachother when she would blush and run away, her sun streaked uneven hair waving behind her.
There was a time, while she was running, she ran into Sanzo, who looked her over curiously.
"I-I..." She stuttered, a bit panicked. The priest had told her to keep hidden, and as of late, she wasn't the best at it. His violet eyes flickered in slight amusement, and he started walking, and beckoned her to follow.
"But..."
"Hurry up, Myka."
Silently, he led her outside, to a sakura tree in full bloom. Beginning to doubt his sanity, she followed him beneath it, where he set himself down with anything but grace. Carefully, she sat a few feet away, twisting her hands and looking quickly at him, then as if she had been burned, snapped her eyes away."Why did you bring me here?" She asked quietly, her eyes fixated on a blossom falling to the ground. He snickered quietly,
"I've noticed you around the temple..."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. This Buddist stuff is shit." He spat, but then shook his head, his golden hair shimmering. "I think you should be able to live here like anyone else."
"Really?" She whispered, locking eyes with him.
"See, you shouldn't even have that attitude, of 'I'm not worthy', it'll get you killed."
"But I'm not...I stole, I...I even hurt others..."
"You haven't hurt me." Sanzo moved closer, not taking his calm gaze off of her. "This place is a living hell, so far, your only one of few who hasn't hurt me." Myka blinked, her eyes rimming dangerously with tears.
"Why...?"
"Who cares."
"Myka! Clean the empty room floors, now!!" The priests voice boomed, and Myka tore her gaze from his, and yelled,
"Coming!!!" She looked back at Sanzo, who scowled, and she took off running, sakura blossoms in her wake. Myka smiled and skipped a step as she prepared to do back breaking labor all night.
From that day forward, Sanzo and Myka met under that tree whenever they could, and ever so slowly, his facade began to melt to Myka's naiveness and kindess towards him.
Until one night, she left, just dissapeared. Sanzo was furious, she didn't even say good-bye.
"I HATE YOU MYKA!!! BURN IN HELL!! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN"T LEAVE ME!" He screamed until his voice grew hoarse, admist a thunder storm that raged, the rain mixing with his own tears. Thunder clapped and lightning flashed, but the boy was oblivious to it all. "I'm never doing that again..." He promised, soaking wet under the tree, sakura blooms pressed against the ground with mud choking it's beautiful petals.
A girl had shown Sanzo love and hate.
Her name was Tamika, and she had done horrible things.
"So, what are you gonna do when you leave this place?" Myka asked, trying to ignore her blush heating her face. It was the only thing warm in the November frost which coated the lawn.
"Who cares." He replied, looking away. "Are you going to leave?"
"Someday...I'm sick of cleaning..."
"Are you..." He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"No, I won't leave you. I promise." She replied truthfully, then laughed, her tone changing immeadiately. "Are you blushing?!"
"No, don't flatter yourself." He hissed, even though, he tried to hide his face from her, for the obvious.
"Touche." She giggled, but stopped abruptly when she felt his fingers weave between hers. "S-Sanzo..." He looked back at her, and smirked.
"Are you afraid?"
"I-I..." Her eyes went ablaze. "I'm not scared of anything! What are you getting at?"
"Oh, touche." He grinned, and sat closer to her. He sighed, his eyes turning wistful. "I'm afraid... you'll leave me."
"I would never..." She swore, and squeezed his hand tighter. "I would never..."
Past's Future
Scroll One: Meaningless Sympathy
Sanzo, now twenty three, took a heavy drag on his cigarrete before taking a large swig of his beer dangling loosely in his other hand. Leaning unto the balcony railing, he failed to hear Goku's observation.
"Sanzo sure is loading himself up, huh?" The youkai said, leaning back in his chair. Goyjo's scarlet eyes flicked thoughtfully to the window, where the priest's head was just visible.
"You got a point there, monkey. But maybe you should focus more on the game." He advised, laying down a royal suit primely. Goku growled,
"No fair! You must've cheated you perverted kappa!"
"You just can't accept the fact that I beat you-"
"Now, now, lets not get hasty." Hakkai chimed in, his cheerful voice matching his smile. Jeep chirmed in agreement. Gojyo and Goku just gaped at him, and glared at eachother and slumped back into their chairs, heads tilted the opposite ways, arms crossed childishly. A rapping came at the door.
"Who's that?" Gojyo asked intellgently, cocking an eyebrow.
"I'll see." Hakkai rose and with a steady gate opened the door, to find a female about his age standing there.
"Is Sanzo here?" She asked despretally, standing on her tip toes to look past Hakkai.
"Yes but-" She shoved past him, and stood in the room, her eyes frantically darting this way and that. Gojyo whistled, taking a liking to her looks. Goku was about to say something when she rushed out unto the balcony, crying in delight when she found who she was looking for.
Sanzo turned around, his tongue too thick with alchohol to say anything at first, his tired eyes sweeping over her body.
She looked the same, but somehow, different. Myka was very much a woman, her cleverage practically spilling out of her strapless shirt with a belt on the top and bottom of it, nothing but curves and turns all the way down. She was clad in ripped cargo pants and a leather belt slung across her waist, gloves that were too big covered her hands, scars snaking their way up her arms. Four swords were packed neatly in their sheaths along her upper back, interrupting her same sun streaked hair rippling unevenly down her back.
Jagged bangs almost concealed her same beautiful eyes, silver as the morning mist and flecked with ocean blue, and still had that naive quality.
"Sanzo...I've-" She whispered, and then gasped as he clicked his gun and aimed it at her, it's silver surface gleaming cruelly.
Goku, Hakkai, and Gojyo appeared behind her, looking as confused as ever.
"What's going on?!" Goku demanded, reaching for his weapon. Hakkai stopped him, holding unto his arm for restraint.
"Leave." Sanzo said, no emotions crossing his face. "Or else I'll kill you."
"No..." She kept the tears at bay as she shook her head strongly, "I might as well die if I can't talk to you again."
Sanzo's finger slowly pulled the trigger, when Hakkai stepped in, creating a force field.
"It's not wise, Sanzo. The bullet will bounce off and kill you. Atleast give this girl a chance." He turned toward her and smiled, "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
"Myka."
"What a beautiful name-" Gojyo started, but Goku clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Now is not the time, perv."
"Myka, I want you to tell me what's going on, we must leave Sanzo alone." Hakkai took her unwilling arm and pulled her inside, furious Gojyo and curious Goku in tow.
Sanzo finished his drink and started on another one, popping off the cap with grim relish as he chugged it down.
Myka sat down shakily, and explained everything, ending in tears as she kept glancing back at Sanzo's dark figure only siluetted by the balcony light that hung over head.
Hakkai brought her tea, handing the warm cup to her with a smile.
"You've had a long day, I think this will help."
"Thank you, sir." She said polietely with a bow of her head. He chuckled,
"Oh, onegai, Hakkai is fine."
Gojyo frowned across the table; she was already taken. He could see it in her eyes.
"All of the hot ones, damnit!" He threw up his hands dramatically. Everyone looked at him questionably,
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, don't mind him, he's one of those...you know, 'special-ed' crowd." Goku explained, as Gojyo promptly pounded him to a pulp.
The tea slipped down her throat, soothing her rapid beating of her heart and raspy breaths. Her vision blurred as she felt herself nodding off, and just before she was succumed to slumber, she felt warm arms, safe arms, enclose her.
"Sanzo...?" She murmered into Hakkai's chest as he heaved her over to the bed, and laid her down. The youkai frowned as he threw some covers over her, and glanced out the window at the one being called, who was leaned over a rickety railing with alchohol in hand.
"She went to sleep pretty fast." Goku commented, nursing a tender spot on his head. He threw a look at Gojyo, who had his hands behind his head contently.
"You gave her a sleeping spell, didn't you?"
"Yes, only a small one." Hakkai replied, as Jeep arced around his shoulder comfortably.
"I feel kind of bad for her..." Gojyo looked over at her, "Sanzo wants to kill her, and she practically is already in love with him, I mean..." He scowled as he met Hakkai's emerald eyes.
"I know, I know." He replied non-chalantly, propping his head up with one arm.
"She spent her whole life lookin' for him, and not once, I dun think he even thought of her." Goku supplied, ending with a large yawn. "Why did she waste her time on Sanzo?"
"You'll understand when your older."
"Bleah. You guys suck." Goku stuck out his his tongue, and Gojyo smirked,
"Much later, monkey."
"Quit calling me that!!!"
"Oh? Do you like-"
"Please, we don't want to wake Miss Myka up." Hakkai advised.
"God forbid we do that." Came a familar voice behind them, Sanzo shut the door without care and did a drunken stride over to the table, where he set all fifteen beer bottles unto it, clanking in protest as some rollled off of it's oak surface.
Without another word he walked over and collasped unto his futon, pulling the blanket over his head somewhat forcefully.
"I suppose we should get to bed."
"Not until I beat Gojyo at a round of poker."
"Dream on, Monkey ass-"
"What did you call me?!"
"Your scent."
A gun shot rang loud and clear as the three youkai's heads jerked towards Sanzo, who's blood shot eyes bore into theirs.
"Go. To. Sleep." Was his final words as he trudged over to his futon, not even having the grace to look at Myka, who's shoulder was skinned by the bullet.
A/N: What'd you think? Please give me all comments, good and bad, via review, and I promise I'll make the next chapter longer. Arigato gozimasu for reading, ja ne.