Disclaimers: Alright, these disclaimers are gonna cover the entire story because I hate repeating myself. Again, I hate repeating myself!

I do not own Il Divo, that's Simon Cowell's job. Nor do I own any rights to their songs, recordings, concerts, underwear, whatever! Their character representations for this story are entirely fictional and are designed purely for entertainment. I do not own Saiyuki, Black Cat, Bleach, Naruto, et al.

Io Sogno d'Anime

Prologue: Setting the Pieces

Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto,
Lì tutti vivono in pace e in onestà.
Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,
Come le nuvole che volano,
Pien d'umanità in fondo all'anima.

In my imagination I see a righteous world
Where everybody lives in peace and honesty
I dream of souls always free
Like clouds that fly
Full of humanity deep inside

-(Nella Fantasia)

Il Divo-----------------------------------------Their Counterparts

David Miller ---------------------------- Genjyo Sanzo

Sèbastien Izambard -------------------- Sven Vollfied

Urs Bühler ------------------------------ Kisuke Urahara

Carlos Marín ---------------------------- Hidan


"…your turn, Sanzo. Raise or fold? Sanzo? Stop that humming and play, you good-for-nothing priest!"

Startled, the hummer in question snapped back into reality. In front of Sanzo sat his three traveling companions at the table in their hotel room. There was Gojyo, the pervert of a kappa who had brought Sanzo back to earth; the annoying-ass monkey boy Goku, who snacked on a bag of Fritos while staring at his hand; finally, Hakkai, who merely looked on with a smile, as usual.

Sanzo had not even realized that he had been unconsciously voicing the song that came to his head. Not that he knew the words, that's why he hummed. But for the past couple of nights, the song seemed to pester him more than a starved Goku. Where he had heard it, he could not rightly recall; nevertheless, like a tangible thing, it traveled in the jeep with him, dined with him, and even visited in his dreams.

It was starting to get pretty damn annoying.

Focusing on his poker cards again, Sanzo tried not to grunt in disappointment. A two, three, five, six, and eight appeared to be laughing back at him, totally crushing his odds for this round. However, he could not let the cocky kappa or monkey know that, so he flicked a coin into the pot and grunted, "I raise by ten."

The others complied, and now it was time to reveal the hands. Gojyo went first, grinning ecstatically before dramatically slapping his cards on the table. "Straight flush, baby! Try to beat that, meatwads!" He sniggered and began to draw a long drag from his cigarette.

Goku merely stared before ceremoniously laying his five cards on the table; a royal flush. Gojyo practically choked on his cancer stick, Hakkai chuckled in disbelief, and Sanzo simply roled his eyes. Like clockwork, Gojyo began to contest the odds of the stupid chibi monkey having a royal flush, and how he must have rigged the cards beforehand just to make him look stupid. The argument escalated to physical fighting in a matter of seconds, with Hakkai scurrying in the middle to "cease this childish behavior." Alas, at precisely the most opportune moment, Sanzo took out his trademark paper fan and proceeded to whack the animals upside the head.

"Shut the hell up, right now!" ordered Sanzo, the vein in his forehead throbbing erratically. "Or next time you'll have lead in your head!" Gojyo and Goku, knowing that shooting a gun was like breathing to the priest, quickly cowered and closed their mouth. Sure that he had caught their attention, Sanzo continued, "It's getting late, anyhow. I'm going to bed…"


"Doo doo-oo doo-ee doo…" Hidan had become bored of waiting for Kakuzu to reemerge from the depths of the lavatory in which he made so many business deals. Out in the open air, Hidan sat on the stone steps and leaned on his three-bladed scythe, murmuring a tune that had been stuck in his head. He didn't remember where he had heard it from, nor did he care, frankly; it gave him something to do. Besides, something about the melody soothed him deep down inside, a feeling he normally got only after intensive prayer to Jashin.

Hidan gazed at the setting sun and sighed.

Just then, a stone panel slid out of place in the wall behind him, and out came Kakuzu. The latter stuffed some loose bills in his Akatsuki cloak as he paced towards his partner, with dull, dead eyes glaring blankly.

"Conducting business in there is bad for your health, you know," pointed out Hidan, "not like you would care about that, though."

Kakuzu simply nodded his head north, and in a flash, both ninjas sprinted away towards the hideout.

Once there, Hidan's body finally began to register the fatigue from his ventures earlier in the day. Immortal or not, his chakra needed a boost before heading back out to face those bigots from Konoha again. Tiredness weighed his body down like bricks, though he could think of any plausible reason for it. Maybe, Hidan thought as he reached his corner of the cave, I need to cut down a bit on the self-mutilation a bit.

Adjusting his Akatsuki robe around him, he seated himself down against the slate wall and closed his eyes.


"Sven, I didn't know you could sing." Eve lowered her book in order to observe her guardian more closely.

The singer, (in actuality, more like hummer), in question took his eyes of the road for a second to glance back. Apparently, the little princess had not been too caught up in her reading to ignore the quiet, melodic humming coming from the driver's seat. Sven smiled. He expected nothing less from Eve's refined sense of hearing. People like Train, on the other hand…In the front passenger's seat Sven glowered disapprovingly at his partner who slept like one in a coma.

Eve's voice chimed in again. "What's the name of the song?"

This actually caused Sven to turn his head back to the morning-lit town ahead, because to his surprise, he did not hold the answer. For several moments, he racked through his mind, considering where he could have heard it before. No use. It was like the song had just…come to him.

Weird.

"You know, I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's in another language," Sven decided to answer. Knowing a song yet not knowing how the hell to pronounce the title seemed like a socially acceptable thing, and he hoped Eve would think that too.

"But how could anyone be uncertain whether or not a song is in another language?" retorted Eve. Ouch, thought Sven. "Where did you hear it?"

"No idea," sighed Sven.

"Then how do you know the song?" Eve began to press on.

Just then, Train awoke and stretched his long limbs out in the tiny car, almost punching Sven in the face. Grunting, the Black Cat straightened himself up in his seat and peeked out the window as the vehicle pulled into the small two-story Sweeper hideout.

"Oh yes!" exclaimed Train, suddenly energized. "Finally, a warm, cozy bed and a roof over our head! Should make up for the crappy luck we've had with bounties lately," he added slyly.

"Shut up! The only reason we haven't had a decent catch in a while is because you haven't taken the time to go to the IBI office and check the lists!" Sven hopped out of the car and went straight into the safe house. He was not in the mood to worry about money or tunes that randomly popped in his head. All night he had driven, and he was dog tired. Ascending the stairs and entering an empty bedroom, it occurred to him that perhaps extreme fatigue caused people to imagine music in their heads. That's probably it, I'm going bonkers, thought Sven as he collapsed onto the bed.


"Uh, boss…" inquired a petite pig-tailed girl peeking into the shop. "Why are you dancing with my broom?"

The broom dancer in question seemed too preoccupied in waltzing around his shop, "la"-ing out a pretty song in B-flat major. He had even gone so far as to crown the broom with his trademark green and white striped hat. Now, wondering who had disturbed his serenade, Kisuke Urahara whipped his head around curiously until he lay eyes on his young helper Ururu. Realizing what he was doing, he calmly reclaimed his hat and handed the broom back to Ururu.

"When you grow up and get out in the real world," explained Kisuke, "there will be times when life is gonna suck really badly, and the only thing that will keep you from losing your sanity is random outbursts of silliness!" He flashed his lazy smile and followed Ururu outside to check how the chores were coming along.

Before having barely stepped out the door, a stick came out of nowhere and jabbed little Ururu square in the chest, causing her to fall back onto Kisuke. Over her stood a haughty Jinta, who glowered at her with spite, his mop aimed.

"Why did you run off, you sissy-pants? Mr. Urahara wanted us to clear the front, and I told you to do my share…" Jinta then noticed who exactly stood behind his victim. At first he didn't speak, but his stubbornness rekindled when he saw Kisuke helping Ururu up. "She started it, I tell you! She's been slacking off and talking back to me ever since-"

"My shop is not a playground for immature tikes," stated Kisuke firmly. "Both of you just keep to yourselves and learn to cooperate. Do what Mr. Tessai says." And with a silence of finality, he pivoted on the spot and clacked back to the shop in his wooden sandals, humming the song from earlier. It was time for his afternoon nap.


A world tour. Again. David Miller could not believe it. The fame, the publicity, the constant hopping around to the corners of the globe; it didn't daunt him now, but what it had taken for him and his three companions to make it to where they were today blew David's mind away. To go from nothing to internationally acclaimed men in a matter of years had been a rapid, never easy task.

Now David leaned against the hotel balcony, a glass of wine in his hand, overlooking the twinkling London skyline below. Their tour would begin here, in jolly old England, mainly due to Simon Cowell, and from there the scenery from the balcony would keep changing.

David downed the rest of his glass.

There he stood for five minutes, watching the glows and flickers of the darkened city beyond. Finally, he came back into the hotel room to find that his friends had quieted down. In fact, having come to David's room for wine and conversation hours before, the other three Divos were already fast asleep. Sèbastien lay sideways on David's bed, Urs dozed quietly across the couch, and Carlos had nodded off in his chair, slightly snoring. Glancing at his Rolex watch, David decided that perhaps he should hit the hay as well. For a minute, he considered waking the others and sending them back to their rooms, but the peacefulness on their sleeping faces kept him from acting. Thus, David lightly nudged Sebby over a few inches and snuggled up in the empty space on the bed. Once he was comfortable, he closed his eyes.


Once Sanzo was comfortable, he closed his eyes.

Within moments, Sanzo and David were both fast asleep.


Next chapter: Sanzo is Suddenly American!