This was written because it's five am, and I am officially insane.
Once upon a time, there were four men going West. Well, one of them was a boy really, but he was technically 500 years old and so should've been able to get into any bar of his choosing. He couldn't, and still had crap for tolerance.
Nevertheless.
Once upon a time, there were three men and an ancient boy going West. Well, One man and two youkai and an ancient boy, only one of the youkai was technically a halfbreed, whereas the other youkai used to be a man. So really it was one-and-a-half-men, half a youkai, plus one quasi-youkai. Plus an ancient boy. Going West.
So, once upon a time, there were one-and-a-half-men, half a youkai, another quasi-youkai, plus an ancient boy, only technically the boy was a youkai too, only a different kind on account of having been born from the earth and capable of destroying probably the world. Certainly capable of eating it. And they were all going West, in a Jeep that was actually a Dragon. To fight bad guys, who were actually their friends. On the orders of Three Talking Heads that were actually taking cues from a God, who was actually the first man's aunt.
Once upon a time, there were four really hot and well-drawn males. They looked at each other, decided that going West was for the birds (who normally only went North and South, but none of them was an ornithologist so nobody complained), and made up their minds to screw each other silly instead.
It took a while to sort themselves out into couples with neat little "x"s in between, mostly because everyone was fighting over the blonde. But eventually the monkey won, due to the overwhelming forces of shota and canon. And the red-head screwed the green-eyes silly to prove that his sister was a silly bitch and not worth angsting over every time it rained, and also because the fanfic author wanted them to.
And everyone was happy, especially the fanfic author, and forgot about the resurrection of Gyoumaou. Which never took place, as the budget was cut before season 3.
The end.
Once upon a time, there were four men going West. Well, one of them was a boy really, but he was technically 500 years old and so should've been able to get into any bar of his choosing. He couldn't, and still had crap for tolerance.
Nevertheless.
Once upon a time, there were three men and an ancient boy going West. Well, One man and two youkai and an ancient boy, only one of the youkai was technically a halfbreed, whereas the other youkai used to be a man. So really it was one-and-a-half-men, half a youkai, plus one quasi-youkai. Plus an ancient boy. Going West.
So, once upon a time, there were one-and-a-half-men, half a youkai, another quasi-youkai, plus an ancient boy, only technically the boy was a youkai too, only a different kind on account of having been born from the earth and capable of destroying probably the world. Certainly capable of eating it. And they were all going West, in a Jeep that was actually a Dragon. To fight bad guys, who were actually their friends. On the orders of Three Talking Heads that were actually taking cues from a God, who was actually the first man's aunt.
Once upon a time, there were four really hot and well-drawn males. They looked at each other, decided that going West was for the birds (who normally only went North and South, but none of them was an ornithologist so nobody complained), and made up their minds to screw each other silly instead.
It took a while to sort themselves out into couples with neat little "x"s in between, mostly because everyone was fighting over the blonde. But eventually the monkey won, due to the overwhelming forces of shota and canon. And the red-head screwed the green-eyes silly to prove that his sister was a silly bitch and not worth angsting over every time it rained, and also because the fanfic author wanted them to.
And everyone was happy, especially the fanfic author, and forgot about the resurrection of Gyoumaou. Which never took place, as the budget was cut before season 3.
The end.
