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Author's Note
Hi all~ this is a first saiyuki fic written by me coz I just adore the characters of Saiyuki ~ I have another pen name which is Kaisuki~ Please feel free to e-mail me as to regards to this fic.~ Special thanks to Ameko and Shazaluca for your kind support and help~
Enjoy~
Little Devil Doll ^_^
Malice Valentine
Chapter 1-Introduction {In the Kitchen}
"What the hell happened to the both of you!!! " Sanzo shouted at the two dishevelled flour-faced Goku and Gojyo. (Hakkai smiling sweetly as ever at the side, holding groceries in his hands).
"He started it!" both pointing at each other. At a moment later, Goku looking more guilt-stricken than ever, hanging his head in shame and embarrassment. (So Kawaii)
Sanzo's big white fan slashed out like a lighting bolt and landed heavily on Goku's flour-covered head, causing a puff of white cloud to form. Sanzo coughed and was soon covered with a layer of flour. (Everyone with a sweat drop)
"BAKA.. Stupid Monkey. what were you thinking about wearing that disgraceful, lacy apron and..OH MY GOD!!!!"
Wisps of burning smells engulfed the room as all eyes turned to the stove. The pot on the stove was on fire!!! Everyone, in a moment of stunned reaction, all suddenly raced to put out the fire.
"Dammit monkey, what were you thinking!!! This is not your house. Damn! Damn! Damn! We'll have to compensate the villagers now for that burnt stove" Sanzo clenched his teeth in anger, pointing wildly and hitting with his parched "used-to-be-white" fan at the bowed patchy brown-white-black head with each 'Damn'.
All four were coated with soot and flour after putting out the fire (Hakkai still smiling and Gojyo smoking a cigarette, looking innocent).
"Gomen, Sanzo . Gomen, "
"Clean up the mess and throw away that 'burnt-whatever thing' you were cooking and get me some bathing water.." With that, Sanzo stormed out of the kitchen in anger, leaving the tiny, bent figure convulsing in silent sobs and tears.
(To be continued)
Author's Note
Hi all~ this is a first saiyuki fic written by me coz I just adore the characters of Saiyuki ~ I have another pen name which is Kaisuki~ Please feel free to e-mail me as to regards to this fic.~ Special thanks to Ameko and Shazaluca for your kind support and help~
Enjoy~
Little Devil Doll ^_^
Malice Valentine
Chapter 1-Introduction {In the Kitchen}
"What the hell happened to the both of you!!! " Sanzo shouted at the two dishevelled flour-faced Goku and Gojyo. (Hakkai smiling sweetly as ever at the side, holding groceries in his hands).
"He started it!" both pointing at each other. At a moment later, Goku looking more guilt-stricken than ever, hanging his head in shame and embarrassment. (So Kawaii)
Sanzo's big white fan slashed out like a lighting bolt and landed heavily on Goku's flour-covered head, causing a puff of white cloud to form. Sanzo coughed and was soon covered with a layer of flour. (Everyone with a sweat drop)
"BAKA.. Stupid Monkey. what were you thinking about wearing that disgraceful, lacy apron and..OH MY GOD!!!!"
Wisps of burning smells engulfed the room as all eyes turned to the stove. The pot on the stove was on fire!!! Everyone, in a moment of stunned reaction, all suddenly raced to put out the fire.
"Dammit monkey, what were you thinking!!! This is not your house. Damn! Damn! Damn! We'll have to compensate the villagers now for that burnt stove" Sanzo clenched his teeth in anger, pointing wildly and hitting with his parched "used-to-be-white" fan at the bowed patchy brown-white-black head with each 'Damn'.
All four were coated with soot and flour after putting out the fire (Hakkai still smiling and Gojyo smoking a cigarette, looking innocent).
"Gomen, Sanzo . Gomen, "
"Clean up the mess and throw away that 'burnt-whatever thing' you were cooking and get me some bathing water.." With that, Sanzo stormed out of the kitchen in anger, leaving the tiny, bent figure convulsing in silent sobs and tears.
(To be continued)