MY BOUNTY
DC: ok so here is the deal. I have started this fiction over but there should be an improvement in my spelling, grammar, and the way I put my sentences. Basically, I change the story around to make it sound better but the plot is still the same. ENEJOY! And don't forget to REVIEW!"You do understand that failure is unacceptable and you will be punished if even the slightest thing gets out of hand. If you are heard, smelt, or seen you will be punished. "
"Yes, sir."
"Good."
The room was darkly lit and there were no windows. Hung on the wall were pictures of people dressed in dark outfits, a plague, rewards, and a picture of two men sanding shoulder to shoulder in front of a wall decorated with all kinds of weapons. One man was tall, pail skinned, and slim, dark blue hair reaching past his shoulder blades and dressed in a business suit. The other had darker skin and markings, demonic features as clear as day showed on him. His hair was of a rusty red color and he dressed like some down town punk biker.
A desk was placed against the west wall, papers littering the top and vials of a strange liquid, changing from green to purple and back again, sat in the top corners. A man, unseen in the darkness behind the desk, slid a picture face down across the desk.
"These are your targets. According to our trackers they were last seen in a town near the wood and drawing nearer. I want a nice clean happening here. No witnesses, no survivors, and no evidence of the happening. You have a week. 5 days to catch up with them and 2 to isolate them and take care of then. Tardiness is unacceptable. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"I understand that this is the most difficult thing you have ever done with us and it is a chance to prove to the others that you were worthy of your place. You have been the best this place has ever seen and you better keep it that way. I wish you luck. Now go."
The dark figure did as he was told and left the room, not making a sound in his wake. The whole corridor was dark, nothing clear in the darkness, but the figure moved down the hall with no problems of bumping into anything. A sound like a cloak snapping in the wind floated to his ears and he stopped. A taller darker figure loomed over the smaller one from behind. He turned as fast as lightning and hit the newcomer square in the place a normal humans stomach would be.
"Ouch, ok…that really hurt that time. You're getting good at this seeing in the dark thing."
"You should have seen it coming in the first place. And besides, you we're the one who taught me."
"Yeah I know. Here I got this for you from the blossom tree out on the training fields. A good luck gift from me to you."
The small figure took the pink blossom from his and held it for a second. Then cupping his hands over it, he chanted in an old dead tongue. Light shone from gaps between his fingers. He opened his hands again and instead of a pink blossom resting in his palm, was a small red apple. The small figure tossed the apple to the taller figure.
"I don't need luck.""So it begins…" Sanzo muttered as Goku and Gojyo started up another argument.
"Give that back you perverted cockroach!"
"It was mine first! You stole it from me, stupid monkey!"
"I'm not a MONKEY!!!"
The sound of a gunshot echoed though the dense trees causing the two to freeze.
"I swear if you fuckin' arguing doesn't attract something that can kill you then I will."
Sanzo's gun was pointed in their direction, smoke rising from the barrel. A vein twitched on his brow, eyes holding no emotion. Goku had been so startled that he had jumped into the half-breeds arms. Gojyo looked like he was about to faint. Putting the gun away in a hidden holster beneath his robes, the priest turned on his heals and continued to walk in a western direction. Gojyo and Goku both let out sighs of relief, not even knowing that they had been holding their breaths. Gojyo took one look at Goku, closed his eyes in annoyance and dropped him on the ground.
"OUCH! Why'd you have to go and do that for?"
"Your not exactly my type."
"EW!"
Hakkia smiled, turning his head to face Sanzo and so that he didn't wake the sleeping little white dragon currently draping across his shoulders. He gave a soft chuckle. They had driven a good few hours into the forest that day once they left the last village but they eventually had to travel on foot do to the density of the trees and the fact the Hakuryuu was becoming tired really quick every now-and-then. Gojyo thought it would be a lot cooler in the woods then it is in the desert, with the trees providing shade but he was mistaken. The priest had the top half of his robes off and hanging at his waist, black tack top with matching sleeves showing, and the scripture he carried placed on his shoulders like that's where it was meant to be. Gojyo had taken his white shirt off and wore his vest instead. Goku simply tagged along behind the whole group panting. Hakkia wasn't even breaking a sweat.
"I'm hungry!"
Gojyo and Sanzo sighed in annoyance.
"Well then monkey," Gojyo said his voice full of malice. "Then how about a knuckle sandwich!" And with that he slammed his fist into the youth's jaw.
"You ass whip! That hurt!"
"Well it's not supposed to tickle!"
A vein throbbed again on Sanzo's temple and finally their arguing had struck his last nerve.
"SHUT UP!!!"DC: ok I hoped that you liked the improvements! Please review, flames are acceptable.