Dad, there's a youkai under my bed.
By: Murasaki_Honou
Disclaimers: Gensoumaden Saiyuki is NOT mine! As we all know, it belongs to the brilliant mind of Kazuya Minekura. But these three other women are mine, however. Are they Mary Sue's? I don't know - I really hate writing in Mary Sue's but - I had to get this fic off my chest. Sorry for the incredible cheesiness.
***
It's been more that eight hundred fifty years since the ressurrection project of Gyumao in Tenjiku. Heaven had sent it's advisary, Genjo Sanzo and his companions Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojyo and Son Goku to the west where the location of the ox demon is. It's also been that long since the whole thing has been put to an end. After the Sanzo-ikkou survive, tattered but alive, they go back into living their own lives until their deaths. (It must have taken a LONG time for that to happen, too, knowing these tough bastards.)
Now, we move to the present and modern times. Japan circa 2004. The Sanzo- ikkou have once again gone through reincarnation, since obviously they weren't as hell ready to give up the materialistic life. (Old Souls, is what they would call it.) They've once again been born as your - erm -everyday people.
But what they're about to discover is a link to their pasts. Something they were better off forgetting. But some unlikely force just seems to keep pulling them back into.
***
Chapter One: The Genjo Household
Genjo Sanzo read through the morning paper that day. With a cup of hot coffee by his side of the table and an astray with cigarette remains clogging it. He quietly scanned through the daily events, looking up at the clock once in a while making sure that he'd leave before nine o' clock. If he had left any later, there would be traffic which would last of an eternity and that would be the last thing he needed right now.
He had his job as one of the most respected and well-known professors in Tokyo University. He was teaching Philosophy and Asian History. Not that this reputation of his made him one of the most approachable teachers in the faculty. The professors often watched theirselves around him. And especially the students - they were careful what they did and said around him. They were never late for class, not that he really cared if they were. But they preffered not to, fearing his wrath and whatever it lead to.
Life was normal. It was good enough, a lot of annoying things. But there were some things he was even a little thankful for.
His reading was disturbed as there were stomping footsteps heard upstairs. He frowned and set the newspaper down a bit as they got louder. But then after a few moments faded out again, he turned back to his paper and flipped another page. There wasn't a sound except for the cat by the side of the kitchen, purring. (The cat was in the very corner since he was alergic to the thing) And the clock ticking away as another minute passed by eight o' clock.
Until finally the door of one of the rooms burst open.
''What the hell did you call me?!''
''I said you were a senile old man! And it's unfortunate considering the fact that you're fourteen!''
''I'm going to kill you!''
''Try me!''
Sanzo scowled, a vein ticking by the side of his head.
''Will you two shut-up?!'' he called, looking up from his paper. It was only then when a young girl who looked as if she were twelve came marching down the stairs. She had blonde hair kept in two braids which looked like they were pulled from their neat condition and magenta colored eyes which glared upstairs as she stopped and yelled in her loud and angry voice.
'' That's it, I'm going to kick your sorry ass, ni-chan!''
Sanzo scowled and looked up as there were angry footsteps walking down the stairs, more like stomping. A young made who looked around he was fourteen with shoulder length violet hair with shades of black kept in a ponytail (which was also a mess) and amethyst colored eyes came down grumbling, fixing his crumpled uniform. He stared back at the threatening glare of his sister.
Both of the resumed to beating each other up. '' Kono baka doobutsu! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!''
''Who the hell are you threatening?! Kono jiji! I'll pull your hair off your skull and then skin you alive!''
''Try me!''
''Fine!''
A book was flung towards their direction.
''I said both of you shut-up!'' Sanzo was now annoyed at the two who had stopped as they were in the middle of pinching each other's faces. ''Don't make me have to kick BOTH of you.''
''Dad! He's being a moron again!''
''She's being annoying.''
''What was that?!''
''I said you were being annoying!''
''You're both being annoying! Shut-up!''
Both of them fell silent, one glance from their father was enough. Sanzo paused for a few moments to make sure nothing else would ensue, before he nodded and turned back to his paper.
''Now both of you sit down and have breakfast. We're leaving in a few minutes.''
The two glared at each other again. Before sitting down quietly, they proceeded to eating.
''Eiri.'' Sanzo called the boy. ''Take your sister home later.''
''Nande ore da?'' Eiri asked, annoyed as he poured juice into his glass. The young girl frowned at him and started to murder her pancakes with the knife, taking her anger out on them.
''Your mother said so. If you have a problem, talk to her about it.'' He answered plainly, not looking up from his paper.
''Where is she anyway?'' Eiri asked.
''She went out. She'll be back in a few minutes.''
The girl rolled her eyes and looked at her father. ''Dad, I'm fine. I don't need a senile old man to take me home. I can walk by myself.''
''Miori. I told you, if you have a problem with it. It's not my problem anymore.'' Miori frowned at Sanzo's answer. His practicality can be quite irritating sometimes.
''Who the HELL are you calling senile, stupid brat?'' Eiri said, a vein throbbing at the side of his head.
''Who the hell do you think you're calling a stupid brat?'' Miori said shooting a glare right back.
Within an instant, Eiri was pulling Miori's hair again who was screaming as she pushed her older brother's face back. Sanzo scowled and then shortly gritted his teeth as they went on.
''What's going on here?'' a stern and yet gentle voice asked from the doorway, Eiri and Miori stopped from their current argument and looked up to see their mother.
''Okasama!'' Miori called pulling away from her brother's grip.
A woman with long plum colored hair gracefully draped over her shoulders and extending down to her waist in a straight manner. Her eyes were the same shade of magenta as her daughter's. Her skin was fair - and it somehow almost made her look porcelain. She exhibited intimidating grace and beauty, having a very stern and yet kind neutral expression as she looked at her children in her long-sleeved dress that reached up to her ankles but had slits at each side and exposed her elegant curves. From the way she carried herself and they way she looked. You could never have guessed that she was over twenty-two nor that she had given birth to two children.
''Oi, Mika.'' Sanzo called in a low and annoyed voice. ''Tell your children to shut the hell up, will you?''
''Why is it that they're my children everytime they do something wrong?'' Mika answered in a calm tone as she smirked slightly and walked past her husband. Taking out a small fan out of nowhere, she patted both her children firmly on their heads. She frowned slightly and shook her head.
''Ii kageni shinasai yo, Miori, Eiri.''
Genjo Sanzo was contentedly married to this woman formerly known as Shinozaki Mika. They had met in the university since that's where she taught and worked as well as a World Literature professor. As everyone saw that Genjo-sensei was not the marrying type, they were proven wrong after the corrupt and brutal professor met up with his compliment. Mika was a very patient, calm, gentle and stern woman. She was the type of woman with strength and wasn't afraid to take charge if needed, nor was she the type to say what she thinks and what she means. But she was also very understanding and would often be the one to stop Sanzo from his temper flares. Soon after their marriage, their first born Genjo Eiri and then his younger sister who was more likely her father only LOUDER, Genjo Miori.
''Gomen ne, okasama.'' Miori answered softly and politely. She really did look up to her mother, though she didn't act like the regular mother's baby girl.
They both sat back down and Sanzo took a sip of his coffee, Mika soon walked to the counter and poured some coffee into her own mug. She looked up.
''What time does your lecture start?'' she asked Sanzo.
''Not until ten, what about you?'' he answered casually.
''Same as you. I heard you'd be staying a little later than usual, later.'' Mika looked at him and took a sip of his coffee. ''Tanaka-sensei called.''
''Aa, Aa.'' Sanzo looked irritated at the mention of the name. ''He wants to talk to me about a compilation work of the papers I submitted over.''
Mika looked at him and smiled slightly. ''Uhm. I think I know what that might be.''
''Don't remind me.'' Sanzo said flipping his newspaper. ''Something about turning the compilation into a book, they do it every year.''
''Sou ne..'' she walked over to her husband and put a hand on his shoulder. ''Gambarimasu ne.'' she said teasingly and softly. Sanzo only glanced at her and she only smiled and sat down.
''Mom. Do I really have to walk home with her?''
''Yes.''
Miori looked out the window and leaned back. ''They said we were getting a new teacher today. Morota-sensei got into an accident and they replaced him for the time being.''
''Who did they get?'' Eiri asked looking up from his coffee.
''I think her name was Kasahara Emiko or something.'' Miori answered.
Mika looked at her daughter, but then looked up as Sanzo stood up, picking up the keys of the car from his side of the table.
''Iku sou, or I'll leave you behind.'' he said turning to walk off.
Mika followed him after glancing at her children who continued to argue as they picked up their stuff. She walked beside Sanzo and they were quiet for a few moments.
''Is something wrong?'' she could always tell if something was bothering him. Most of the time she would get a straight answer, even if she didn't - she could find out sometime - but this time it was something different.
Sanzo paused. ''No.'' he walked on. ''Nothing really.''
***
A woman with long greenish-blue hair smirked and leaned back as she crossed her legs, filing her nails. She looked up and sighed.
''Ara, ra. It's been such a long time - it's about time to get things moving.'' she said as she looked up. ''Nii. are they here?'' A man with unruly black hair and glasses, dressed in a lab coat and suit which wasn't the most arranged way of wearing it either. He laughed, holding a stuffed bunny with him.
''They've arrived. and I'm sure that these women have something interesting planned for our old friends.'' He looked up. ''Of course it'll be easier this time around.''
Nii clutched the bunny and nodded as he smirked again.
''You should keep important things close after all.''
~TSUZUKU~
Author's note: That's it for a while. Got to get back to school work. I'll update sometime, comments, flames, suggestions. e-mail and review me.
By: Murasaki_Honou
Disclaimers: Gensoumaden Saiyuki is NOT mine! As we all know, it belongs to the brilliant mind of Kazuya Minekura. But these three other women are mine, however. Are they Mary Sue's? I don't know - I really hate writing in Mary Sue's but - I had to get this fic off my chest. Sorry for the incredible cheesiness.
***
It's been more that eight hundred fifty years since the ressurrection project of Gyumao in Tenjiku. Heaven had sent it's advisary, Genjo Sanzo and his companions Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojyo and Son Goku to the west where the location of the ox demon is. It's also been that long since the whole thing has been put to an end. After the Sanzo-ikkou survive, tattered but alive, they go back into living their own lives until their deaths. (It must have taken a LONG time for that to happen, too, knowing these tough bastards.)
Now, we move to the present and modern times. Japan circa 2004. The Sanzo- ikkou have once again gone through reincarnation, since obviously they weren't as hell ready to give up the materialistic life. (Old Souls, is what they would call it.) They've once again been born as your - erm -everyday people.
But what they're about to discover is a link to their pasts. Something they were better off forgetting. But some unlikely force just seems to keep pulling them back into.
***
Chapter One: The Genjo Household
Genjo Sanzo read through the morning paper that day. With a cup of hot coffee by his side of the table and an astray with cigarette remains clogging it. He quietly scanned through the daily events, looking up at the clock once in a while making sure that he'd leave before nine o' clock. If he had left any later, there would be traffic which would last of an eternity and that would be the last thing he needed right now.
He had his job as one of the most respected and well-known professors in Tokyo University. He was teaching Philosophy and Asian History. Not that this reputation of his made him one of the most approachable teachers in the faculty. The professors often watched theirselves around him. And especially the students - they were careful what they did and said around him. They were never late for class, not that he really cared if they were. But they preffered not to, fearing his wrath and whatever it lead to.
Life was normal. It was good enough, a lot of annoying things. But there were some things he was even a little thankful for.
His reading was disturbed as there were stomping footsteps heard upstairs. He frowned and set the newspaper down a bit as they got louder. But then after a few moments faded out again, he turned back to his paper and flipped another page. There wasn't a sound except for the cat by the side of the kitchen, purring. (The cat was in the very corner since he was alergic to the thing) And the clock ticking away as another minute passed by eight o' clock.
Until finally the door of one of the rooms burst open.
''What the hell did you call me?!''
''I said you were a senile old man! And it's unfortunate considering the fact that you're fourteen!''
''I'm going to kill you!''
''Try me!''
Sanzo scowled, a vein ticking by the side of his head.
''Will you two shut-up?!'' he called, looking up from his paper. It was only then when a young girl who looked as if she were twelve came marching down the stairs. She had blonde hair kept in two braids which looked like they were pulled from their neat condition and magenta colored eyes which glared upstairs as she stopped and yelled in her loud and angry voice.
'' That's it, I'm going to kick your sorry ass, ni-chan!''
Sanzo scowled and looked up as there were angry footsteps walking down the stairs, more like stomping. A young made who looked around he was fourteen with shoulder length violet hair with shades of black kept in a ponytail (which was also a mess) and amethyst colored eyes came down grumbling, fixing his crumpled uniform. He stared back at the threatening glare of his sister.
Both of the resumed to beating each other up. '' Kono baka doobutsu! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!''
''Who the hell are you threatening?! Kono jiji! I'll pull your hair off your skull and then skin you alive!''
''Try me!''
''Fine!''
A book was flung towards their direction.
''I said both of you shut-up!'' Sanzo was now annoyed at the two who had stopped as they were in the middle of pinching each other's faces. ''Don't make me have to kick BOTH of you.''
''Dad! He's being a moron again!''
''She's being annoying.''
''What was that?!''
''I said you were being annoying!''
''You're both being annoying! Shut-up!''
Both of them fell silent, one glance from their father was enough. Sanzo paused for a few moments to make sure nothing else would ensue, before he nodded and turned back to his paper.
''Now both of you sit down and have breakfast. We're leaving in a few minutes.''
The two glared at each other again. Before sitting down quietly, they proceeded to eating.
''Eiri.'' Sanzo called the boy. ''Take your sister home later.''
''Nande ore da?'' Eiri asked, annoyed as he poured juice into his glass. The young girl frowned at him and started to murder her pancakes with the knife, taking her anger out on them.
''Your mother said so. If you have a problem, talk to her about it.'' He answered plainly, not looking up from his paper.
''Where is she anyway?'' Eiri asked.
''She went out. She'll be back in a few minutes.''
The girl rolled her eyes and looked at her father. ''Dad, I'm fine. I don't need a senile old man to take me home. I can walk by myself.''
''Miori. I told you, if you have a problem with it. It's not my problem anymore.'' Miori frowned at Sanzo's answer. His practicality can be quite irritating sometimes.
''Who the HELL are you calling senile, stupid brat?'' Eiri said, a vein throbbing at the side of his head.
''Who the hell do you think you're calling a stupid brat?'' Miori said shooting a glare right back.
Within an instant, Eiri was pulling Miori's hair again who was screaming as she pushed her older brother's face back. Sanzo scowled and then shortly gritted his teeth as they went on.
''What's going on here?'' a stern and yet gentle voice asked from the doorway, Eiri and Miori stopped from their current argument and looked up to see their mother.
''Okasama!'' Miori called pulling away from her brother's grip.
A woman with long plum colored hair gracefully draped over her shoulders and extending down to her waist in a straight manner. Her eyes were the same shade of magenta as her daughter's. Her skin was fair - and it somehow almost made her look porcelain. She exhibited intimidating grace and beauty, having a very stern and yet kind neutral expression as she looked at her children in her long-sleeved dress that reached up to her ankles but had slits at each side and exposed her elegant curves. From the way she carried herself and they way she looked. You could never have guessed that she was over twenty-two nor that she had given birth to two children.
''Oi, Mika.'' Sanzo called in a low and annoyed voice. ''Tell your children to shut the hell up, will you?''
''Why is it that they're my children everytime they do something wrong?'' Mika answered in a calm tone as she smirked slightly and walked past her husband. Taking out a small fan out of nowhere, she patted both her children firmly on their heads. She frowned slightly and shook her head.
''Ii kageni shinasai yo, Miori, Eiri.''
Genjo Sanzo was contentedly married to this woman formerly known as Shinozaki Mika. They had met in the university since that's where she taught and worked as well as a World Literature professor. As everyone saw that Genjo-sensei was not the marrying type, they were proven wrong after the corrupt and brutal professor met up with his compliment. Mika was a very patient, calm, gentle and stern woman. She was the type of woman with strength and wasn't afraid to take charge if needed, nor was she the type to say what she thinks and what she means. But she was also very understanding and would often be the one to stop Sanzo from his temper flares. Soon after their marriage, their first born Genjo Eiri and then his younger sister who was more likely her father only LOUDER, Genjo Miori.
''Gomen ne, okasama.'' Miori answered softly and politely. She really did look up to her mother, though she didn't act like the regular mother's baby girl.
They both sat back down and Sanzo took a sip of his coffee, Mika soon walked to the counter and poured some coffee into her own mug. She looked up.
''What time does your lecture start?'' she asked Sanzo.
''Not until ten, what about you?'' he answered casually.
''Same as you. I heard you'd be staying a little later than usual, later.'' Mika looked at him and took a sip of his coffee. ''Tanaka-sensei called.''
''Aa, Aa.'' Sanzo looked irritated at the mention of the name. ''He wants to talk to me about a compilation work of the papers I submitted over.''
Mika looked at him and smiled slightly. ''Uhm. I think I know what that might be.''
''Don't remind me.'' Sanzo said flipping his newspaper. ''Something about turning the compilation into a book, they do it every year.''
''Sou ne..'' she walked over to her husband and put a hand on his shoulder. ''Gambarimasu ne.'' she said teasingly and softly. Sanzo only glanced at her and she only smiled and sat down.
''Mom. Do I really have to walk home with her?''
''Yes.''
Miori looked out the window and leaned back. ''They said we were getting a new teacher today. Morota-sensei got into an accident and they replaced him for the time being.''
''Who did they get?'' Eiri asked looking up from his coffee.
''I think her name was Kasahara Emiko or something.'' Miori answered.
Mika looked at her daughter, but then looked up as Sanzo stood up, picking up the keys of the car from his side of the table.
''Iku sou, or I'll leave you behind.'' he said turning to walk off.
Mika followed him after glancing at her children who continued to argue as they picked up their stuff. She walked beside Sanzo and they were quiet for a few moments.
''Is something wrong?'' she could always tell if something was bothering him. Most of the time she would get a straight answer, even if she didn't - she could find out sometime - but this time it was something different.
Sanzo paused. ''No.'' he walked on. ''Nothing really.''
***
A woman with long greenish-blue hair smirked and leaned back as she crossed her legs, filing her nails. She looked up and sighed.
''Ara, ra. It's been such a long time - it's about time to get things moving.'' she said as she looked up. ''Nii. are they here?'' A man with unruly black hair and glasses, dressed in a lab coat and suit which wasn't the most arranged way of wearing it either. He laughed, holding a stuffed bunny with him.
''They've arrived. and I'm sure that these women have something interesting planned for our old friends.'' He looked up. ''Of course it'll be easier this time around.''
Nii clutched the bunny and nodded as he smirked again.
''You should keep important things close after all.''
~TSUZUKU~
Author's note: That's it for a while. Got to get back to school work. I'll update sometime, comments, flames, suggestions. e-mail and review me.