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This story will be about Sanzo's past, some of it from the pieces I found in the Manga, but most of the events will be made up. Hopefully Sanzo will not be too OOC and I hope that you shall enjoy this story. Sanzo started his journey at age 13 years old.

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Poem made up by me.

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Those pretty violet eyes terrify some of the people,

For those eyes were void of any emotion,

Eyes that looked so empty, dead, and lifeless,

Pretty and dead looking violet eyes that belong to a child.

A child who does not believe in deities,

For deities have never saved him,

They did not save his Master.

A child who believes only in himself,

A child that keeps on having the same nightmare,

Failure of protecting his Master.

A child who has seen the worst of both humans and Youkai,

A child who lost someone very precious to him,

A child who is on a journey by himself.

This child is Genjo Sanzo.

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Sanzo formally known as Kouryu was making his way down the mountain and he was in a hurry, but made sure to be careful. However in the woods he was caught by human bandits and Sanzo felt a cold shiver running down his back. The bandits smirked at Sanzo and he was frozen in fear. His banishing gun was behind his back and Sanzo has not ever killed anyone.

He barely heard the bandits crude comments 'Heh, looks pretty like a girl.', 'Heh, you have some odd hobbies, but you're right he sure is pretty', 'Let's have some fun with him', 'Hold him down', and 'Heh, he looks so scared. How cute.'.

Sanzo felt pure horror and fear that froze him to the ground he was sitting on. Then one of the bandits had a hand on his leg and Sanzo unfroze. He fired his banishing gun and killed for the first time. The other two bandit tried to get the gun away from Sanzo, but then they too were killed by his gun. Sanzo could only stare blankly and thought 'I killed them. I really did kill them. I had to kill them or else they would have killed me.'

He glanced down and noticed the blood that was not his own. Sanzo looked down at his hands that were red with blood and then he went to the ground slowly.

"I killed three people. I shot them and now my hands are stained with their blood." Sanzo whispered softly and he moved his hands onto the dirt to cover up the redness. Then he went on to put dirt on the red stain of blood that was on his robes and there were no tears in his eyes. All of his tears were dried up from crying silently about his Master's death on the night he has died and he had vowed not to cry again. For no amount of tears will make the dead become alive and no way to turn back time. "My hands are stained with blood, but now it is covered by the dirtiness of the earth for no one can see these red hands because of this dirt."

Sanzo slowly stood up and went on his way down the mountain with the banishing gun firmly in his right hand. He did not allow himself to relax and kept a close eye on his surroundings.

"No one will save me." Sanzo muttered to himself as he went down the mountain. "I can only save myself."

Then two Youkai appeared before Sanzo and smirked at him. He heard them saying 'Oh, it is a little bitty Monk', 'Heh, it should be easy to kill him then eat him for a snack' and 'A mere child will not be able to defeat us'. Sanzo braced himself and fired his banishing gun. It only took a mere two bullets for Sanzo had a good aim. Sanzo went on his way down the mountain and lost count of the humans along with Youkai that he had to kill in order to stay alive along with protecting the Maten Sutra. His violet eyes were weary and looked slightly dead. He put dirty all over his robe and covered up the blood.

Sanzo found a small stream and walked towards it. He cleaned his blood stained and dirty hands in the pure stream. Sanzo looked at his hands and then smiled slightly for all of the blood and dirt was gone now. He cleaned off the blood and dirt from his hair using one hand while the other hand had his banishing gun.

"Blood and dirt can always be washed away." Sanzo whispered quietly and stared at his hands for a little while longer. He glanced up and watched the sun slowly rising up. Sanzo clenched the banishing gun in his hand and it was a comfort to him. He can use the banishing gun to protect the Maten Sutra and himself. Sanzo stood up slowly and walked to the village that was close by the mountains.

"I have to find the Seiten Sutra. I will keep on protecting the Maten Sutra." Sanzo muttered softly. "I have to keep on being strong even if I feel so damn weak."

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I have to keep on going,

I have to keep on being strong,

I have to find the Seiten Sutra,

I have to protect the Maten Sutra.

Even if my hands are stained with blood,

Even if I can smell the horrible scent of death,

Even if I have to kill in order to protect the Maten Sutra.

The Maten Sutra is the only thing I have left of my Master,

I have to protect it with my life,

I have to kill in order to protect it.

The journey down the Mountains was just a start,

The journey onward will be more difficult,

This journey to find the Seiten Sutra might just break me into pieces.

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