The Breaking Point

A Gensomaden Saiyuki Fanfiction by:

Tyner Twine

Disclaimer: Nope. Never mine.

I do, however, own Rick, Nathan and Ava in this story. Enjoy!

Chapter I : Un: The Fool's Life [Part 1] : From my Heart to Yours

"She is off to see the world, but knows not where"

Perhaps, one of the most difficult things for a writer is gaining enough strength to override the emotional barriers of one's personal life in order to sort and let the words flow freely in a piece of paper to paint a vivid picture of one's own feelings, situation and most of all, one's surroundings.

Words…they are everywhere. They're all around us. But during the times of darkness, grieving tragedy and rain, everything becomes white.

Blank... Almost... Except for the luring darkness that we 'see' when we close our eyes to cast the fake white sheet aside and fight through it in order to get back to that colorful world where everything is teeming with life. Even though there is no more life. No more reason to color the grays and blacks in which you are imprisoned with.

Imagine this. One moment, you are laughing with your friends and your lover and then the next, you find yourself in a suffocating white room where projectors beep endlessly and faceless white coated people rush in and out of it and lose their color just as the time around you stops turning and you can only see…the nothingness of him.

How does find words to describe a totally spine-tingling moment where everything just ceases to exist and even the wheels of realty couldn't invade the lone, gray world you are in with only you and him standing before the other, one living… the other…just a memory.

What was the word the doctors used? I think I lost it. Or rather, I just couldn't bear to say it for fear that I would, in all essence and without doubt, believe it.

He was my travel mate, my brother, my best friend and my lover. We both left footprints in the sands of the earth, made memories…bonded. We never really cared about the opinion of the world because they can never understand what it means to be alone in the vast world, yearning for a love you can never win and a love that you can never protect. Now that he is gone, I could do nothing more but grieve and hope and write. Form valuable, well-chosen words with my mind's power, emotional instability and my pen to describe and guide the eyes of future travelers around the world so that they, too, may share the beauty of the world to those who wish to experience its physical, spiritual and emotional gifts.

Now that I take a look at it, my pen is almost out of ink. The black mess had spilled at the opposite tip of the writing tool and the waste product of the dark junk is currently being fed upon by your eyes, consciousness, and most importantly, the desires of your soul.

This journal is dedicated to the travelers who have the same passion as I and have experienced the same joy and grief as I.

In the memory of Nathan Damien Reinhart, my dear older brother and my one and only other life.

From my heart to yours...

Always and Forever.

Normal Point of View.

*Thwak!*

A classy man in his late twenties removed his wire-framed glasses and look at the discarded entry on his office desk. Across the room sits a very quiet woman in her early twenties. She had skin that was somewhere near brown although neither too dark nor white. It was just the right shade that gave her an 'exotic' feel in her already beautiful face. Her Filipino features are still evident though she was half-American and her eyes were her best features as it could draw the most attention than any part of her lovely face. It was seductive yet innocent. Brave yet very grim and sad and although she had a pleasant smile in her face, Rick noted that its warmth didn't light up her dark brown eyes. If anything, it only added to the permafrost of an aura that she was letting on in that damned all black attire that she was sporting on her already slender frame.

As if noticing his rather slow run-through of her physical appearance, the woman across the room raised a perfectly arched brow and tilted her head to the side causing the short tendrils of her braided hazel brown hair to touch her rather small shoulders.

"Rick." She said raising the other brow this time. Her was voice silky but very quiet and controlled. He sighed and picked up the ring-bound material with his left hand, rounded his table and proceeded to sit beside her in the leather couch.

He sat beside her, unmoving at first as he gathered his strength and then looked the younger woman in the eyes.

"Ava, this..." He raised the small book-like structure in his hand. "This won't do. We cannot publish this. I'm very sorry."He whispered.

Immediately, her once still face contorted in wonder and confusion.

"Why not?" She asked icily. Rick flinched at the tone she used on him. "Nate and I worked hard for it, Rick. Nate died for it! Why are just throwing it awa-"

"Hold on, Ava. I understand where you're coming from," Rick answered lowering the book and holding the girl's hand. "Just that…this book is—how do I say it— this travelogue you and your older brother worked hard to put together is dangerous…your reputation— hold on."

He put up a hand to stop her from talking. "I know that you don't care about reputation and stuff or the like but Ava, think about it. If this were published, not only will our society turn its critical eye on you; they would also be critical of Nate's life. Speculators and columnists who write dishrag papers and print all that shit you see on the roadside vendors' stalls will never leave you alone and that's only the beginning of hell on earth. If the scandal spreads like wild fire it will implicate my firm and even I wouldn't be able to help you."

"I don't care about what will happen to me, Rick. I don't care what others will say about me and my brother at all! I already knew this from the very begin-"

Rick put his hands on her shoulders and bore into her eyes, pleading. "Please Ava. Don't do this to yourself. Don't publish this. Don't…don't hurt yourself."

Upon hearing this, the coolness of her aura disappeared and she bolted up immediately to her feet, her eyes misted with the unshed tears she was stubbornly trying to stop.

"You don't understand anything, Rick!" Ava nearly screamed. "Nate…This is Nate's—This is Nate's last wish before he died. This is the only thing he asked from me so why can't you—" She took one deep shaky breath and looked up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, trying to hold the tears at bay. The brunette stood up from where he was sitting and drew her in a hug. "Why can't you-"

"I know what it is that Nate wants, Ava." He said softly as she rested her head against his shoulder and fought for composure. Her friend stroked her hair and continued, "But then again… Revealing your relationship or his relationship with his younger sister…with you, Ava… this is nothing but a bomb waiting to go off in your hands! You'll get hurt. Save yourself Ava. You don't have to self-destruct because Nathan's gone. You don't have to put yourself down like this. You don't have to torture yourself, Ava, it wasn't your fault."

"Rick." She whispered applying pressure on the hands that lay flat against his chest. "Rick please."

"No, Ava. Even if my instinct tells me that this is a wonderful piece, I still won't do it. Even if it means you hating me for saving you from yourself." Rick answered firmly, stroking her hair very gently.

There was a long moment of silence and then he heard her say very softly, "You don't understand, Rick. Who said that I wanted to be saved?"

The shock that ebbed from his heart and then spread to his entire body flashed through his eyes as he eased her from his embrace and all but whispered her name.

"Who said that I wanted to be saved from myself, Rick?" She repeated, raising her voice this time. "Nothing is ever the same without him! So why would I choose to be saved if not being saved means being with him!?"

The brunette guy grabbed Ava's shoulders and tried to shake some sense in her. "Can you hear yourself, Ava? Do you really understand what you are saying!?" He asked. When she all but broke down in front of him, he sighed exasperatedly and forced her. "Ava-"

"I don't want to be saved Rick...I don't want to be saved..." She sobbed.

"You can't mean that-"

"I want to go down holding his name with me...I want to end it all with his name on me-"

"Goddammit to hell and back Avana!" He roared cradling her face in his hands and breaking his heart anew at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

"Even if I were saved Rick, it won't be the same. It won't be the same!" She screamed matching the tone of his voice. "You don't have to save me Rick! You don't have to do it for yourself-"

"Myself?" He asked in disbelief. "Myself!?" He repeated staring at her dubiously. "Don't you understand that the reason why I am going to great lengths to protect you from yourself is because I am goddamn in love with you!?"

Ava froze. Rick felt it along with a rather shaky gasp he elicited from her slender body. Damnation.

"I love you Ava." The older man said tightening his arms around her. She pushed again, hoping to get away from him and his ridiculous confession. He didn't let go.

"Rick, let me go."

"Let me protect you, please…."

"I don't need protecting. Now, let go."

"Ava please..."

"Like hell, Rick. I said let me go!" She screamed hysterically pounding on his chest. He abruptly released her and looked her in the eyes, hurt.

She must have seen his pain too for her face registered shock and she trembled.

"Why can't it be me, Avana?" He whispered. "…Why?"

"Stop saying my name! Stop doing anything, stop saying anything!" She whispered stumbling back onto the couch. Her eyes were wide and misted with tears. "I don't need your pity or love."

Fuck. The brunette guy cursed to himself, taking a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself. He hadn't meant to blurt it out but it had been too frustrating to contain it any longer. Especially when he sees the woman he loves mutilating herself for her dead older brother.

Sometimes he wanted to resent his best friend for doing this to her… but he too knew that the siblings had been nothing more but victims of fate and so, much as it pains him, he watched at the sidelines when the two secretly got together. From the start until the end, he did nothing but watch… But damn it, he wasn't about to do the same now that Ava lost a part of herself. He'd rather be killed protecting her than die watching her kill herself over her brother. Even if it meant breaking his heart into a million pieces over and over and, yes, bloody all over again.

For now, it's time to step back and give her space. Rick plopped down at the couch beside her and let his elbow rest on his knees, his writs dangling, and his eyes, focused on the floor.

She looked at the man beside her, unsure of what to do. She knew she hurt him with her outburst. The thought made her want to escape. Ava shook her head trying to erase his meaningful but stupid words in vain and snatched the book from the couch then stood up.

She needed to leave; if not for herself, then for Rick. God knows, she couldn't bear to show up for a while. As long as she loves Nate, she will resent herself for hurting her dearest friend. And if she goes down with Nate, she will resent herself up until she is six feet under for damaging a very important connection that was Rick in her bloody life.

Rick heard the shuffle of clothing, the zipping of her purse, her quiet, dignified footsteps fading from him.

"I know that you are still overwhelmed by...by everything. But if you need me Ava, call. Please." He whispered, not bothering to look up at the girl who was too decent to avert her eyes to a person who was talking to her.

"I know." She softly and hastily answered before shutting the door behind her and walking away from the office that was once her makeshift home. "…..but I can't. My pride won't let me."

Goodbye…Rick.

Avana Reinhart or Ava in short, headed out of the estate and was greeted by the dull, depressing, nimbus-cloud-filled sky.

Rain.

Nate had always loved the rain. They first kissed under the pouring skies because it was when the world was at a total stop. It was when the world was as gray as old memories. Like an old picture caught forever in standstill. A place where there is 'forever'.

But now, that place is gone. Her 'forever' was...is... forever gone.

It doesn't exist without Nate. And even if it did… all it was to her was a heavy gray trap where she's alone.

Ava fumbled for her folding umbrella in her black purse and pushed the button at its base to automatically unfold it.

As she stepped out into the now pouring rain, a flash of red caught her eyes. She turned to her right and saw a long haired florist adjusting a pot of red flowers in the flower shop. When she caught his gaze, she realized his eyes and hair were red too. They were in a beautiful and captivating shade of crimson which reminded her of the sunset...and the color of blood.

He looked stunned at first and then, much to her chagrin, winked at her and she, in return, tilted her head to the side and pointed to herself. The man from the other side of the glass window that was separating them nodded and made a 'come on in' signal to which she reluctantly responded to. Nate needed flowers anyway. She needed to see him again.

*Clang* Clang*

As she pushed the door open, the florist put his hair up in ponytail and then proceeded towards her.

"Welcome to the shop." He greeted and looked as though he wanted to say more but opted to close his mouth.

"Hnn."

"What can I get for a lovely miss such as you?"

When she raised her brows in skepticism, Red-head slapped a hand on his forehead and smirked cockily at her. "Like what you see?"

Is he making a pass at me? Ava thought, slightly put-off. Cocky bastard.

"I'd like half a dozen yellow roses, please." She finally said heading to the counter and digging her wallet from her bag. Red-head seemed rather not used to being by-passed as there was a long pause before he headed to the cash register with the flowers at hand.

"Will you be paying with your card, or will it be cash?" He asked looking at the rather cold woman clad in black. When she handed him a few bills, he punched in the numbers and waited until the receipt was printed before asking again.

"Would you like to put in a card, just in case?" He asked monotonously and watched more irritation creep onto the lady's already irate expression. At this, he smiled. That's payback for ignoring my god-like charm.

"Pardon?" the brunette girl asked leveling him with her iciest gaze. It didn't seem to have any effect to hot head because he beamed at her as if he were amused.

"Would you like to put in a message for the recipient? Is it a boy or a girl? I'm betting it's a boy." This time, Red didn't bother hiding his amusement and the woman bit her lip, obviously insulted.

There was a long pause and then she averted her gaze.

"Unfortunately, the recipient of the flowers is deceased." She answered very softly causing the florist to stop whatever he was about to say. Ava gave him an unwavering stare and offered her palm, ignoring his suddenly serious face.

He reached out and held her hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a joke about the flowers...my name's–"

"My change."

"Eh?"

"Do you honestly think I'm interested in your ideas to even want to know your name?" The woman asked irately pulling her hand from Red's long, warm fingers. Ava fought the smile threatening to tug at her lips when he saw his dumbfounded state. She proceeded to plunge the icy knife deeper and feigned a sullen tone as she said, " Do you think you can give me my change now? I really need to go clean his grave stone."

"Oh—" And he made an idiot of himself when he fumbled for the coins at the register. She bit her lip. He was being too cute. And though the circumstances that brought about this scene was not amusing at all, Avana had found a flicker of amusement in it , if only for a short while...

Much to her annoyance.

"Change. Hurry." She bit out just to get his ass moving.

When he handed her the flowers and her change, she immediately turned to leave but then…

"Hey." He called out from across the register. The girl turned and saw him approaching with a blue rose in his hand.

"Yes?" She answered very softly, first casting him a sidelong gaze and then fully turning to him and meeting his red, red eyes.

It should be illegal to have mesmerizing eyes such as those. Ava thought wryly, focusing her attention to the blue rose that greatly contrasted his crimson features.

"It was rude of me to say such words to a customer. This is just some kind of apology. I'd hate for a beautiful woman like you to not come by again." He replied. Then, in one, graceful movement, red-head tucked the flower in her hair; atop her left ear. Heat filled her cheeks as she moved to touch it, but he stopped her.

"Don't touch it." And she lowered her hands in response. "It's meant to stay where it belongs."

"Who determines what belongs where?" She shot back irately but made no gesture to pluck the flower off of her hair.

"Mind telling me your name?" He asked instead.

"You are awfully demanding." She countered.

"Man, whatever happened to the saying 'ladies first'? I was just asking." He complained, rolling his eyes. The brunette gave him a steady gaze and then answered:

"It's been changed by this boring black clad woman, dimwit. Now, out with it and stop wasting my time. What else do you have to say?"

"That bites. You're one feisty babe, you know. I'd hardly call you boring and if anything, the black just adds to your mysterious aura… I like it. Anyway, my name's…"

A cargo truck suddenly barreled out of nowhere, honking loudly as it lost its control on the slippery street—swallowing Red's next words in the process— and then slammed against a concrete post near the shop.

"Holy shit!" The florist exclaimed immediately heading to scene of the accident with his customer lazily trailing behind him. Her face remained calm as she dialed 11- 7* on her phone.

Red-head watched as the people in the street to gather near the now smoking truck. As he fuzzed over the injured driver and the assistant who were stuck in the front seat, the brunette observed the vehicle and noted that two of the tires were busted. Her eyes narrowed; ignoring the insistent drumming of the raindrops and wailing of a siren headed to their direction.

[11-7 How may we help you? ]

"Ah, yes. We've got an accident here at West Ave. 7th Road. It happened near a flower shop named Jien and Bro's at the right side of a publishing company building named Dragon Books Publishing Corp. Crashed against the utility pole. Both passengers, driver and passenger are injured in the front seats."

[We'll be right over in a few minutes. What's the status of the victims?]

She glanced over her shoulder and watched as the red-haired florist moved to extract the two victims from the front seat. The girl hastily moved towards him, dropping the flowers to the ground in the process.

[Hello? May we know the victims' status?]

"You dimwit, don't move them!" The brunette bit out, yanking the florist's hands away from the two injured victims, earning a startled gasp from him.

"Hey what's up with you, lady! I was only trying to help!"

The 'lady' glanced over her shoulder. As she moved and inspected the victims from her place beside the driver's seat.

"You won't be able to help them by moving them out into the rain. Don't you know that they could die of hypothermia and pneumonia before help arrives if you do that? It's better to keep them warm and unmoved to prevent more injuries." At this, Red flinched. "Do something for me and try to ask a random and useless by-stander to call for Traffic Assistance and help manage the traffic flow by parking their cars out of the main road." She commanded. Red opened his mouth to complain. "Have you checked their pulses? Are they conscious? " Ava cut in instead. Again, he opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted again when the girl practically sighed in frustration and shoved the phone to the redhead as she proceeded to climb over to the front seat to check on the victims.

[Hello?]The florist stared at the phone before putting the earpiece near his ear.

"Hey."

[Sir, may we know the current situation over there?] The florist then gave the brunette a glare.

"Red! Repeat the words over I'm about to say." The brunette said as she checked the blood circulation, airways, and breathing of the victims. "

Red? The florist thought as he parroted the brunette's words over to the other line. I thought I told her my name? After the call ended he proceeded to assign flaggers to fix the traffic flow until help and authorities arrived.

Ava missed the insistent wailing of a police car which abruptly stopped near the scene because she heard a soft rustle and the rattling of chains from within the container.

"A chained animal?" She muttered and gently tapped at the metal of the container.

The said creature in question groaned and complained verbally. Making her mutter a string of oaths that had the red-haired florist cringing at its intensity.

It was not an animal that was locked and chained inside the huge metal coffin. It's a child. She thought, baffled at such discover. But why would these bastards chain and lock a child?

Jumping from the vehicle and running towards the cargo container's locked door she thought of opening the massive metal doors herself… only to be stopped by two police officers… The sky was pouring down and drenching her while both men were dry and under the protection of black umbrellas late. One of the officers glared at her irately with his deep violet eyes while the other, smiled calculatingly at her as he gave her a once over with his beautiful green eyes. He was bleeding on the side but still plastered a smile at her.

"Had enough playing 'Good Samaritan' yet, woman?" The blond officer asked gruffly, reluctantly showing her his badge as did his companion.

" Hmm, let me see," the brunette said mockingly, scratching her forehead in thought. "The ambulance is on its way and I have managed to keep the victims warm. Traffic flow has been managed and I see that your other men are now helping the pseudo flaggers with the traffic so yes, I think I'm quite done, Mr. Grouchy." Her gaze matched his icy ones.

His violet eyes looked at her and pierced her soul with an intensity that made her freeze inside. Still, she met his gaze head on and even managed to raise her brow at his silence.

The dark-haired man who was standing beside the grouchy blonde must have sensed the tension between the two of them because he softly nodded at her and said:

"You have done well Miss—?"

"Reinhart. Avana Reinhart." Ava inclined her head as a greeting to the polite man and turned to look at Red who was running towards her with a yellow umbrella in hand.

"Thank you Reinhart-san, I see that the situation has been excellently handled."

"It's nothing." She answered, suddenly disturbed by the greenness of the man's eyes.

He gave her a solemn smile and was about to say something else but was cut in with the florists voice.

"About time you bastards arrived." The florist complained as he shared his precious umbrella space to the drenched Spartan woman beside him more out of chivalry than of amusement. Well, there was that, too, but he had been pissed at the fact that he'd been beaten by a woman in that situation. He was, after all, a sore loser.

"We are sorry for the inconvenience." The green-eyed diplomatic officer said with a slight nod to Mr. Florist. At that very moment, the ambulance arrived and the paramedics approached the victims. Eying at the scene for a while, Blondie moved past Ava and Red and then headed to the locked door of the cargo container.

"It's here am I right, Lieutenant?" He asked softly.

"Yes. I cannot be mistaken." The other man replied watching as Blondie took out the padlock and pulled the door open. "IT is definitely there."

"Have you called Social Welfare yet?"

"Yes. For now though, I am afraid we would have to put it in a warm place. It will be unfortunate to have it die of hypothermia, don't you think?"Upon saying that, he cast a look at the florist and the brunette girl who loved the color black too much for her own good.

"Then start calling Animal Control. Hey you." He said to the darkness. "You can stop acting like a damn monkey and come out now, kid …"

"Way to go dealing with a kid Blondie." Red retorted peering over the darkness, grimacing at what he saw. "What—what the hell is that thing!"

"Shut up and mind your own goddamn business, red-head."

"What did you say!"

"Oh I'm sorry, I told you to fuck off and mind your goddamn business."

"Why you droopy-eyed faggo-"

"Reinhart-san, Red-san, I believe we should leave him to deal with it." Pacified the green-eyed officer trying to usher the two from the truck. "For now, I think you two should go inside the shop and wait for me there. We need to ask you a few questions."

"What for?" Red snapped giving him a look. Green-eyes in return smiled wider, although Ava could tell it was somewhat strained.

"Standard Operating Procedure, Florist-san." He answered very softly before he saw a paramedic approaching their small group. "Now if you would excuse me for a few minutes, I shall get back to you after having this injury treated."

"About time." Ava muttered, sending him an icy glare.

"Well, I could not miss greeting the hero of the day now, could I?" He asked politely, though his eyes and body language showed signs of irritation; which, if anything, held a very well concealed amount of sarcasm, too. The thought instantly made him another man in her metal lists of dangerous males.

"Just go, green-eyes." She answered and, after another uncomfortable moment of his piercing green stare, the deputy left to have his wound treated.

"Well, there he goes. Then miss, shall we?" The florist asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. Ava walked away from him—ignoring his protests— and headed to the opened cargo door then peered inside seeing the interaction between the 'it' and the short tempered blonde. Her eyes widened. A child bounded by chains in a steel cage…like a monkey. So it is a child. He's got a gold diadem that shone amidst his brown fringes and a pair of mesmerizing golden eyes that struck a heartstrings inside of her. Human trafficking, huh? Bastards. Still...there is something that is eerily familiar about this child. Where could I have seen him?

"Were you the one calling me? Well, you can stop now and get your ass moving."

"Who are you? I wasn't calling out to anybody." Chibi answered looking up at him, adoring the radiant blonde man before him.

Such golden locks. The child thought to himself. It's so bright...As bright as the...sun...

"Stop lying monkey and I'm here now so you can stop that goddamn calling."

"But I really I wasn't! … I wasn't calling to anyone…but…" The chimp paused thoughtfully then said, "...but maybe I was."

"Speak human language, you stupid ape, I don't have much patience."

"I was locked in here for a very long time and I was very lonely." Blondie stared as if waiting for him to go on. "I tried to call out…but then I realized that there isn't a name I could call on to. So I…." The chains which bounded the poor child rattled as he put his fists to where his heart was. "I started calling for 'someone' in my heart and then you came for me…Ah." He raised his head when he saw a long haired girl in black standing in the rain, looking at him with a slight smile.

"Who's that girl?" He asked and Blondie shot Ava a glare to which she responded with another raised brow.

"Didn't I tell you to mind your own friggin' business, woman!" He snapped earning a glare from the girl.

"I don't take orders from anyone, Grouch ball. Red-san." She said to the florist behind her.

Ugh. Enough with the 'Red' already... the red-head thought before saying,"Yeah?"

"Would you mind…bringing a few blankets for the child? The kid is shivering." She said very softly, not realizing that she too was shaking. Red watched her softened gaze and guessed it must be the maternal instincts talking. He sighed. He had never been too good with such women… no matter how lovely or beautiful they are. Finally, the need to keep her warm and dry prevailed and he answered:

"Sure. But in return, you would agree to go inside the shop and warm up first."

She gave him a very grateful smile and nodded. "Thank you, Florist-san."

"You're welcome."

"By the way, Red-san..."

"What is it?"

"You can call me Ava. My full name is Avana Reinhart but Ava's fine, too."

"Avana or Ava it's a beautiful name, no doubt about that. You can call me Yujin... Red's a bit too literal."

She gave him an ethereal smile which slowly faded when she focused her attention to The Grouch.

Cold purple eyes met the equally chilling stare of woodland orbs as the brunette re-focused her attention to him and the Chibi who now eyed her with interest.

"If it's okay with you, Officer-sama, please take the child inside the shop as well. A blanket wouldn't do much for a wet body."

Blondie heard the sharp thrust of her words and found no argument to what she said. He too, after all, detests the rain. And she needn't say anything about that because right now, two morons are calling out to him although done with absolutely no words.

"What fools." He muttered then turned and offered his hand to the chained child. "Come. I'll take you with me since this is fate…"

"Let's go." Yujin said, ushering Ava into the shop. On their way inside, she met Green-eye's gaze and held it until the shop door closed between them.

"Another fool in the deck of cards…What a moron."

She whispered feeling the ache of an old wound at her side.

Nathan...why do I see him in YOU?

Author's corner! : Thank you! (EDITED!)

Hello guys! This is Tyner Twine… and this is my first entry here in . Thank you for spending your precious time in reading my entry! So, is this Good? Bad? So-so? Please review! And tell me how you feel.

I have edited this since I want to put in a strong foundation for the plot.

CREDITS to my lovely betas: Acerbus Equinomin and GHOSTSherri (Melissa)

Thanks to both of you I am able to make my story better. :D so glad to have both of you. Much love!

Will there be pairings?

I hadn't given much thought on that since this is only the start of the story. However the idea of Ava x Sanzo or Ava x Hakkai is somewhat appealing to me. Since Blondie and Green-eyes both have this…complicated touch of attitude, psyche and personality. Who do you think she should be with? Whoever you choose between the two would make one hell of ride in the story!

Will there be scenes in Togenkyou?

Yep. That will be in the next few chapters so please review!

I also need a beta reader so if anyone's interested please PM me or leave a message with your reviews haha!

*11-7 is an emergency hotline like 9-11

*-sama is an honorific used for people who have higher status of position in firms or social standing

The name 'Avana' and 'Ava' is a German or Hebrew name which means a lot of things :

*Beautiful flower

*Serpent

*Life

*Bird

I chose this name because these things pertain to the character that Ava possesses in the story.

See you in Chapter 2!

Deux: The Fool's Life Part 2: Innocence