Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki or any of its characters, sadly.
Title: Issues With Females
Summary: When resting in a small town, Gojyo encounters a strange woman. Somehow a spell is cast on him turning him into a woman. He only has until the next full moon to reverse the curse before it becomes permanent.
A/N: Hey. I hope you enjoy this fanfic. I don't really know what is going to happen in it. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Other chapter probably won't be as long as this one, but I will try to make them long and update fast. The sooner and more reviews I get, the faster and longer my chapters will be updated. '---' represents thoughts. I'll try to keep the characters as true to their personalities as I can. Any suggestions for upcoming events or anything you would like to see happen would be awesome. Thanks.
Chapter 1: The Woman With The Green Eyes
A jeep rumbled through the desert toward a distant town. It's tires kicked up sand and dirt behind them, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. The sun was high in the sky, not allowing anyone to hide from the intense heat it emanated that day. Even the four strange men occupying the jeep seemed to be affected; they weren't arguing as much that afternoon as they usually did. They had just finished vanquishing a few demons that had gotten in their paths at a small ranch, which was now miles behind them. Unfortunately for a fuchsia haired water sprite, there hadn't been a gorgeous woman for him to hit on. Luckily for a little monkey there had been plenty of food as reward for their services. Although he had consumed everyone's share of the profit, it was most unlikely that he was content. In fact, at that very moment his stomach chose to growl.
"Man, I'm hungry. Are we there yet?" the monkey boy grumbled, patting his growling stomach.
"Shut up. You just ate less than an hour ago," a monk in the front seat called back to his companion.
"I know, but I'm hungry again," he muttered, almost inaudibly. His stomach growled again.
The four men were very odd traveling companions. There was one human among all of them, which happened to be the monk, Sanzo Genjyo. The other three, Cho Hakkai, Son Goku, and Sha Gojyo, were all demons. Sha Gojyo was actually in fact half-demon, but that detail isn't too important. They all had been summoned on a quest in order to save their land of Shangri-La from the resurrection of a great and powerful demon. This meant that they had to travel to the opposite side of the land in order to carry out their duty. Unfortunately, they had to travel this route together. Putting a very brutal, worldly priest (Sanzo), a brave, cheerful monkey king (Goku), a lecherous kappa (Gojyo), and a pleasant, rather absent-minded young man (Hakkai) together and sending them across the desert in order to save the world wasn't exactly a good combination. In fact, it was trouble waiting to happen, and the trouble occurred each day.
"Monkey boy. Get your stomach to shut up before I do it myself. Believe me, you won't like my methods," Gojyo said through clenched teeth.
"If I got some food to eat then there wouldn't be a problem. And don't call me monkey boy!" Goku retorted.
"I'll call you whatever the hell I feel like calling you," the kappa growled.
"Yeah? Just try it you perverted water pixie!"
"What did you call me!?"
Hakkai smiled, listening to Gojyo and Goku's bickering in the back seat. "Seems they're at it again," he said to Sanzo. "I wonder if the heat is going to have any additional affect on it."
"I wouldn't doubt it," Sanzo grumbled.
"Don't touch me you little fag! I'm not a damn fish you can eat!"
Sanzo's eye twitched in annoyance, and he growled softly. He spun around to face Gojyo and Goku, pulling out his handgun and pointing it at their heads. "Both of you shut the hell up before I kill you!"
The water sprite and the monkey king stopped what they were doing and stared down the barrel of the priest's gun. The only sound was that of the jeep tires treading over the hot sand and small rocks. Sanzo sighed and turned around, placing his gun back into its holster. He leaned back in his seat and watched the town ahead of them getting closer and closer. Hakkai continued to drive the car with a kind smile on his face. The two in the back settled down and leaned against the frame of the car, waiting to arrive at the civilization.
The town was like a desert itself. The streets were sand or sand colored rock. There were small shops set up around the small adobe-like buildings, selling mainly rugs, food, jewelry, or other small artifacts. The women were dressed in long dresses and sandals and the men were in t- shirts, cut-off's, and sandals, and despite the heat, the streets were bustling with people. A large well stood in the middle of the town where the villagers would gather to talk and get however much water they needed. Buildings were basically scattered around the circular stone water pit. There were hand woven blankets used as curtains over the windows. The town wasn't rich, and it seemed to be ruled by a dictator.
Hakkai parked the jeep outside the village and, once everyone had exited the vehicle, it transformed back into Hakuryuu, Hakkai's little white dragon. It perched itself on it's masters shoulder as the four men walked into the city. Talk was thick through the streets, the hot weather adding to topics of conversation. The people were used to it, being secluded in the desert and all. The group passed by a couple shops on their way to the well. Gojyo looked at the little trinkets made out of glass, ivory, metal, and other fine substances lain out on the wooden tables.
"This isn't a very prosperous town. The people must make their money selling these artifacts," he said to Sanzo, who was walking next to him.
"This place is rather desolate and without proper leadership," Sanzo replied. "I think whomever runs this town likes to hoard most of the food and money for himself."
"I hear ya," the water sprite muttered.
The strange companions continued toward the well in the middle of the city. Most people stopped to stare at the odd outsiders. Others walked quickly away. Some people who were peering out of their windows drew down the curtain. Goku glanced at passersby with his eyes, noticing the reaction they were causing. He tugged lightly on Sanzo's robes to get his attention.
"What is it?" the priest asked a bit irritated.
"Sanzo have you noticed how people keep staring at us?" Goku followed another person with his eyes. "It's like they're afraid of us or something."
"Maybe they aren't used to outsiders, did you ever think of that? Their city is very desolate. Just keep on walking. We'll be away from here soon."
Eventually they reached the well, and everyone who had been socializing around it backed away. Gojyo and Sanzo leaned against the stone, while Hakkai proceeded to pull up the bucket. Goku was still looking around at all the people, who were whispering quietly to one another and staring at them. They began to slowly fill their canteens when the bucket finally surfaced. Goku kept gazing back at the crowd while he waited for his turn at the well. Something wasn't right here. His eyes went wide as something hit him. There were barely any men in this village!
"Hey guys. Did you notice that most of these people are women? Don't you think that is a little strange?" he whispered.
Gojyo stopped what he was doing and looked around. The monkey king was right. "You're right. How did I not see this before? I must be getting rusty. Well, can't let that happen." Gojyo was about to walk off toward a group of women when Sanzo put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"Don't wander off. We are going to be leaving soon, and I don't want to waste anymore time here than we already have."
"There was no hot chick at the last place we stopped at, give me a break here."
"I'm sure a few more minutes here wouldn't do any harm," Hakkai said, smiling.
"That's what I'm talking about." Gojyo grinned.
Sanzo growled in frustration quietly. Why couldn't this have just been an 'in and out' trip? Something was going to happen now. He could feel it.
"Who are those men?" a porky fellow asked, staring out a window at the Sanzo group standing at the well. "They are outsiders. I don't like outsiders. Can't be trusted." He gorged himself with a large chicken leg, making disgusting slurping noises of tasteful approval.
"Shall I take care of them?" a woman's voice asked at his side.
"Yes, yes. Do what you want. Just get them out of my town," he replied through bites.
"As you command." The woman bowed and slid away from his side and toward a door.
"Oh, and get me some more food!" he called after her.
The woman nodded and left the room. She could still hear his slobbering as she walked down the hall. Disgusting humans. Filthy males. Always stuffing their faces and lazing about. Their kind shouldn't be allowed to liter the streets. They never clean up after themselves. They always expect a female to be responsible for picking up the trash that they leave. It was always the same. Wherever you went. Whoever you met. It was never going to end.
"Damn fools," the woman commented out loud. "I'll make them pay, make them all pay." She smirked cynically as she made her way outside.
Gojyo searched the crowd for the first lucky lady he would bestow his smoothness and charm on. Sanzo, Goku, and Hakkai were busy finishing filling their canteens and discussing, or more like arguing, where to go next on the trip. There seemed to be talk of a town, miles away, with a demon problem. The demons seemed to be controlling the humans through violent and threatening methods. Apparently they had rebelled like all the other demons, though they seemed less brutal. Normally the demons would have most likely already killed everyone. Nevertheless, the demons would have to be taken care of.
Gojyo tuned them out, though, continuing to look through the crowd at all the women. 'Hmm, too old, too young, too underdeveloped, too ugly...' He stopped. His gaze was stuck on a pair of bright, clear green eyes. They were greener than emeralds. The rest of her face and her hair were covered with a navy blue cloth. Her long dress was the same color with long sleeves. She was able to wear it easily and pull it off nicely despite the heat. Gojyo didn't care that she wasn't wearing anything revealing or that he couldn't see her face. Her eyes were what caught him and had him ensnared. This was the girl. He had to meet her.