It is a beautiful autumn night. The full moon shines above Tokyo like a silver plate suspended against a velvety black sky full of shimmering diamonds. The man has been standing at the window surveying the city below for more than hour. He tries desperately to find a solution to his personal problems. He is considered the most ruthless man in all of the vampire society. From America to Russia, throughout the thirteen principalities, he is the most ruthless and feared of vampire lords. He could bring to his knees the most ancient and powerful of vampires with his stare. Only a curl of his lips could make principalities fall or rise to power. However, his eighteen year old son only grins and ignores his shouts and treats. Unconsciously, he plays with his three silver bar earrings that serve as his power restrainers. Would he dare to take them off and show Goku the extent of his power? Maybe then, the teen would listen to his advice. Maybe then, Goku would understand the gravity of his unruly behavior. After all, he is his heir. Goku stands to inherit the largest, most powerful of principalities. He has to start behaving like the prince that he is instead of the unruly teenage child he is turning out to be.
"Hakkai-sama!" A tall, dark haired man wearing a long white coat with dark leather boots and a silver belt clasp to his waist bows to him.
Hakkai turns to face his servant and right hand. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he does not feel his right hand man entering the room. He better put his troubles to rest soon or he will only slip further. And he cannot afford to become careless. It had been only Dokugakuji, but the implications are grave. What if it had been an assassin? Worse yet, what if it had been the vampire slayer he had been hearing so much about, Genjo Sanzo? He has learned through his spies that the blond monk arrived in Tokyo just this afternoon.
"Have you located my son?" His voice does not reveal the anger he directs at himself for his carelessness and at his son for disobeying his orders.
"Hakkai-sama, locating your son is never a problem. The problem lies on bringing him here to you. Goku-kun is becoming more and more powerful with each passing day. Our skills are no match for your son's fighting power." Dokugakuji bows respectfully, avoiding a direct look into Hakkai's blazing emerald eyes. He could feel Hakkai's anger even if his voice does not show it.
"Where is he now?" Hakkai turns to gaze outside the window.
"Hakkai-Sama! Goku-kun is at the arena. He still has one more hour to perform." Dokugakuji looks at the pensive Hakkai. He is torn between going to stand next to the powerful vampire and with a tug let him know that Goku eventually would outgrow his rebellious ways, or just retired and wait for Goku to come home and then make sure he comes and stands before Hakkai.
While Dokugakuji is ten years Hakkai's senior, he is only a lowly servant. Through his loyalty and skills, he has risen to become Hakkai's most trusted right hand man. And, maybe, if all went well, his own son would become Goku's loyal servant one day. However, he knows that his boss is in a tight spot. On the one hand, he has to assert his power and make sure his own son follows his orders and keeps a tight grip on the most powerful principality or continue allowing Goku's daily defiance and let his grip slip. Hakkai has many enemies just waiting for the first sign of weakness to throw themselves against him and tear him to pieces.
"What would you have done if your son had decided to become a rock star instead of the obedient son he should be?"
"Hakkai-Sama! You honor me with your question. To tell you the truth, we are in different positions. For one, I am not a powerful lord that has to exert his power daily. If my son decided to defy my wishes, I probably would be ashamed; however, I would let him follow his own path. His behavior has nothing to do with my ability to perform my job. In your case, Sama, I am afraid that your enemies would not understand a father's duty--only a leader's actions."
"Any word on Genjo Sanzo?"
"The monk was seen last entering Kougaiji-Sensei's apartments."
"Keep me informed of the monk's every move. Dokugakuji makes sure my son comes directly to my quarters from his concert, no other stops. You understand?"
"Yes, Hakkai-Sama." Dokugakuji bows once more and leaves Hakkai's presence.
Hakkai moves from the window to stand behind his desk and, turning towards the wall, he contemplates the large portrait of a young woman dressed in a pink summer dress holding a bouquet of flowers. Her long copper-brown hair was shoulder's length. And she was smiling with a wide grin and big, golden-honey eyes.
Sighing, he states, "Kanan! What am I suppose to do with Goku? He was such an obedient son until your untimely death."
Hakkai closes his hands into tight fists. He then turns and hits his desk--causing the tidy contents of the desk to fall and scatter all over the place. After a short pause, he begins to pick up the fallen items arranging them, again, in a tidy manner. There was no point in exerting his anger on the furniture. He would soon face his son and make him understand or else. Hakkai smirks to himself, or else there would be hell to pay. He still has to avenge Kanan's death. While officially, her death had been explained as a suicide, he knew she had been poisoned by his arch enemy Dr. Ni. The crazy human scientist somehow got a hold of Kanan and injected her with an experimental drug. Kanan was a half-breed; therefore, she had no chance of surviving no matter how much blood Hakkai had force Kanan to feed on. Her immune system was not able to regenerate like that of a pure vampire.
Hakkai was born the true heir of Japan's principality. He came from a long traditional family of pure blood vampires dating to the Ming Dynasty. His father had ruled Japan with an iron fist; however, at the same time, he had been loving and kind to him. He trained to become the leader of the vampire nation in Japan and to hold his honored position among the other principalities. Japan was the second most powerful nation among all the principalities. (The first being the Russian principality since it was the oldest and considered the motherland.)
When Cho Hakkai became of age, he was allowed to take a teaching position at the University of Tokyo since his father was pretty much alive and capable of ruling without Hakkai's interference. He taught at the university for about five years; he was twenty eight when he first met Kanan. She was a young and bright student preparing to become an elementary school teacher. At one glance, he was head over heels. And despite his father's warnings about not to getting involved with a "half-breed," he married her. Three years later, Kanan was pregnant with Goku. He told the wonderful news to his father and his family. They had been happy. However, that was the year his father and mother had been ambushed and killed during a diplomatic visit to the American principality. He had assumed power following that but not without objections from the other members of Japan's royal families. He had married a half-breed after all. Taboo children were not looked upon very well by the noble classes on any part of the world. He had fought to keep what was rightfully his and his father's dream. Ever since, it had been struggle after struggle to keep a tight grip on his inheritance. He had finally achieved some kind of peaceful control when Dr. Ni had come onto the scene.
He was a top researcher on Japan, and his subjects were all half-breeds. The word was that Dr. Ni was working on a weapon to exterminate all vampires without the usual magical means. Science was destined to give humans the edge without relying on those mystical, outdated methods. Vampires did not pay too much attention to the crazed doctor. Ever since the beginnings of their recorded history, humans have looked for ways to exterminate his race. Why couldn't humans just let them be? However, all their efforts have been unsuccessful. Only magic was a proven way to kill a pure blood vampire. But, in this age of skepticism, the magical ways were being abandoned and few people knew how to actually kill a vampire.
After Goku's birth, Kanan suffered an accident that prevented them from having any more children. Kanan was so fond of children that she had begged Hakkai to allow her to continue teaching. He did not have the heart to deny her anything. So, despite his top advisors objections, Kanan was allowed to keep her human side without any interference from the vampire nation. And to Hakkai's regret, Dr. Ni got a hold of Kanan and infected her with his experimental drugs. Now, he was paying for his mistakes. His beautiful wife was dead, his only son risks his life everyday as he becomes such a human public figure, and the tight grip he has on his inheritance was being threatened by his own son's actions. Despite his best spies' efforts, the location of Dr. Ni continues to be a secret. Hakkai feels a throbbing headache forming and decides to go and take a nap. A headache would not kill him but it certainly is most uncomfortable.
Earlier…
A tall and slim short haired blond stands in front of a rundown building. After a few seconds of careful observation, the blond decides to knock on the building's door. To his surprise, the door is opened by a petite orange-hair bright big green-eyes and smiling faced girl.
"Hello! May I help you?" The screeching voice is not congruent with the small size girl.
The blond breathes deeply, ignoring the annoyance caused by such a horrible timbre and adds in a slow control voice, "I am looking for Kougaiji-Sensei."
"And who you might be?" The girl keeps the door open with the way barred inside.
Irritated amethyst violet eyes glare at the small creature that dares to stand between Sanzo and the inside of the dojo. However, maintaining his cool, he continues, "Genjo Sanzo, I believe, is expecting me."
"Oh! So you're the Buddhist monk who is supposed to stay with us. Yaoneeeeeeeee! The monk is here." The screech reaches a level that, for Sanzo, just does not sounds natural.
"Lirin-chan, please! You're bound to give someone a headache with your screaming." A tall slim girl with purple hair and sad red puppy eyes appears to greet Sanzo.
"Sanzo-san, please come in. Kougaiji-sensei is not here at the moment but be welcomes you to our humble home."
Sanzo is asked to leave his sandals at the bottom of the entrance steps as he is then directed to cross a large empty room towards the back rooms. He then receives a pair of new sandals as he crosses a large garden arriving towards a smaller set of wooden rooms. Finally, they arrived at their destination. The building looks rundown from the outside but, on the inside, the structure looks well taken care of. The building is strong and secured-- no signs of collapsing any time soon. The garden is beautiful. It is filled with cherry blossoms and a pond with blooming lotus flowers and a sand colored mandala. Sanzo is offered some tea, which he accepts most graciously. A few minutes later, he is joined by two men. The young man, in his early twenties by the look of it, is dressed all in black leather sporting a small skull chain around his neck with red short hair and red eyes. The other is a young man in his late teens or early twenties violet-red eyes, long dark-red hair wearing white jeans and a black leather jacket.
"Hello! Sanzo-san! Welcome to Tokyo." The younger man bows with clasped hands and Sanzo extends the same salutation. Continuing to bow, he adds, "My name is Kougaiji and this is my dear friend General Kenren Taisho."
Sanzo turns to bow before the other person, who in return adds, "Hello! Sanzo-san. You may call me Cha Goyjo. Most of my friends do. And a friend of Kougaiji is a friend of mine."
"Kougaiji-sensei, Goyjo-san… It is a pleasure to meet you both."
Everyone takes a seat again and Yaone brings more tea while they begin to speak.
"Sanzo-san, I hope your flight was a pleasant one."
"Kougaiji-sensei, I would appreciate it if you'd drop the 'san' and just called me 'Sanzo.' And to answer your question, Air India is not the best airline in the world. But what is it in India? My flight was tolerable." The amethyst-purple eyed monk sips his team enjoying the sweet flavors of Japanese tea . As a Briton, he is bound to enjoy the variety of teas.
"Sanzo-san, I'll drop the 'san' if you stop calling me 'sensei.' I am just Kougaiji. Agreed?"
"Agreed." The blond smirks suspiciously, eyeing the two men in front of him.
Sanzo could not put his finger on it, but something is not completely right with this group. He could not sense any threat from them, but there is something odd about them.
"Well, droopy eyes, I understand you are some kind of prince in the UK. So, how come you become a Sanzo?" Goyjo, who seems to be about Sanzo's age, adds nonchalantly as he helps himself to some food that Yaone has placed before them.
"My name is Lord Konzen or Sanzo… not 'droopy eyes.' And, yes, I am first cousin to a crowned prince in England. However, my title is Duke of Saxe-Weissenfels since my father has passed away, and I inherited the title. The reason I inherited the holy title of Genjo Sanzo is because my master Kyoumon Sanzo named me his successor before he died." Sanzo feels edgy. He has not had a smoke in a long time and remembering the death of his mentor just aggravated his already altered senses.
"Do any of you mind if I smoke?" Sanzo added, a little rushed while he grabs a pack of cigarettes from under his robes.
"Wow! Aren't you supposed to be like a Buddha follower or something?" Goyjo adds as he helps himself to a cigarette from Sanzo's pack.
Sanzo shoots daggers as he inhales. He needs his nicotine fix more than he thought possible. He was not happy that the tall red head was helping himself to his last pack of cigarettes. Sanzo hated flying Air India because the no smoking policy, and the difficulty to find the right brand of cigarettes. Sanzo was picky about everything.
"I only inherited the title. I never said I was a follower of Buddha."
"So, why train with the monks if you have no intention of following the faith?" Goyjo continues as he enjoys the cigarette. Damn this brand is great. I need to get me some of these. The flavor is better than the ones I usually smoke. I wonder if they are too expensive. This monk seems to be the picky type. That robe has an Armani label.
"To fulfill my mission, I must train and learn all the magical and spiritual paths available as well as any self defense. It does not mean I must become a devotee. It only means I must be versed in their ways." Sanzo now feels more relax with the nicotine invading his system and his nerves calming down. Nicotine was better than any meditation technique.
Kougaiji now decides to step into the conversation, "I suppose that is why you decided to come to Japan, in order to become skillful in martial arts."
"Yes, so far, my swordsmanship is on fencing and regular swords as is required of any British gentleman. I understand you are an excellent swordsman, Kougaiji. I would like very much if you would teach me your own techniques. After all, Samurais are considered the best swordsmen in the world."
With a gentle laugh, Kougaiji adds, "I'm afraid I am no Samurai. To be a Samurai, one must belong to the aristocracy and I am afraid I am just a commoner; however, my master Homura Toushin Taishi, he was a true Samurai. He was a very kind sensei." Kougaiji speaks with reverent words for his late master.
"What other skills you have?" Goyjo asks trying to figure out if the monk is just a snob or an okay guy.
"Well, I am an expert in marksmanship. Every gentleman must know his way around arms to enjoy hunting. I know how to handle tomahawks courtesy of some Native American tribes I visited while I toured the USA. I also learned how to use the machete from my visits in South America. I was introduced to the martial arts while I spent some time in one of the many Chinatowns in the USA."
Kougaiji could not help but to drown a chuckle as he adds, "Bruce Lee, martial arts I suppose... The only kind those Americans know."
Sanzo smirks; he could not help it, either. But thanks to that phony training, he is now here about to be trained by the best sensei in the world according to all the sources he had asked although, he really looks too young. But who is he to judge? He himself has become a Sanzo at the tender age of seventeen. And no one could deny that he is the best sutra expert in the world.
"Wow! Anyone who hears you might think you are training to become a vampire slayer." The screeching voice of Lirin is heard as she enters the room with Yaone to join the group for lunch.
Sanzo's head snaps as he straightens and hisses, "Half-breeds!"
Kougaiji and Goyjo tense as they assumed a protective position towards Yaone and Lirin. "Do you have a problem with half-breeds?" Kougaiji asks with his eyes trained on the monk.
Sanzo stares straight into Kougaiji's violet-red eyes then resumes drinking his tea and takes another drag from his almost consumed cigarette, "No! My master was a half-breed himself."
Kougaiji and Goyjo relax as Yaone and Lirin take a seat. Yaone sits next to Kougaiji and Lirin worms her way between Sanzo and Goyjo. "Sanzo, how does a half-breed become a Genjo Sanzo?" Sanzo inserts his forefinger into his left ear hoping to block the screeching sound.
"I suppose there are not enough humans to walk the Buddha's path. And only half-breeds are aware of the reality of the existence of vampires and that humans must delude themselves into thinking that vampires are only the stuff of legends." Sanzo looks at the food in front of him and, with expert fingers, grabs his chopsticks and begins to eat.
After a pause, he resumes "My master told me that the last human Sanzo lived during the fifteenth century. After that most Sanzo's have been half-breeds."
Now, everyone fell into a silent reverie while they ate their food. Once Sanzo finishes eating, Yaone escorts him to his room and Sanzo begins to settle in. Well, half-breeds are a reality, he cannot deny. His real enemies are Vampires since, technically, half-breeds are more human than vampire. They do die like any normal human. Sanzo starts his daily meditation. He cannot fall asleep since jetlag is catching up with him. So he needs to let his body accustom itself to the new time zone.
After a few hours, Sanzo hears bouncing steps approaching fast. He is able to mentally picture Lirin's figure approaching his door and he picks up something else--quieter steps. So, they are all coming to gang up on him. Within seconds his door flies open, a bouncing Lirin appears all dressed up in a genie pink outfit with her orange hair tied back in a pony tail. Yaone wears her hair a la Princes Lea, two overgrown side buns. Her outfit is a cute turquoise suit of Chinese silk pants and coat. Kougaiji wears black silk pants and a white long coat with silver buttons with a pair of black leather boots his long hair falling down on a braid. Goyjo wears a pair of tight blue jeans with a sleeveless half buttoned violet shirt with his skull medallion hanging seductively on the middle of his bare chest.
"What do you want?" Sanzo growls. The close knit group annoys him to no end.
"Hey! Droopy eyes, care to join us for a night out? You'll benefit from knowing the ins and outs of Tokyo." Goyjo eyes the monk wondering what kind of clothes the monk would wear.
Sanzo is about to protest but thinks the better of it. He needs to familiarize himself with the town just in case he needs to escape from these freaks. So Sanzo stands up and smoothes his robes. Then, he turns to the night stand close to the bed and grabs about five packs of cigarettes, checking his gun is in place, and whether or not he has enough bullets. The last thing the monk grabs is a golden credit card. And looking at the curious group eyeing him, he walks past them, taking the lead. After an hour or so of site seeing, Lirin begins to fuss around Yaone who seems only to smile at her while judging the mood of the group of men in front of them.
"What's wrong with the pink genie?" Sanzo eyes suspicious Yaone and Lirin. He senses those two are planning something that he knows he is not going to like.
Kougaiji looks at Yaone and Lirin then adds, "Beats me! Yaone is taking care of it."
"So what's the deal with you and Yaone? Are you two married or something?"
"Nope! We just live together." Kougaiji eyes Sanzo then adds, "Does it bother you?"
"No! I'm not the one sleeping with you. So, how old are you anyway?"
"I'm twenty and Yaone is eighteen. Lirin has just turned thirteen. You?"
Sanzo takes a drag from his cigarette then adds, "Twenty three"
"Goyjo is going to be twenty-three in a few months."
Goyjo now walks catching up with them since a few blocks back he has been detained by a group of young ladies. "Hey! Comrades, what are you two talking about?" He simultaneously snakes his arms on Kougaiji's and Sanzo's shoulder. Sanzo yanks away from the embrace and adds, "Where are we heading now?"
Before either Goyjo or Kougaiji answer, Yaone smiles broadly saying, "Well we have these concert tickets that we won this morning over the radio and we should hurry. It's about to start."
"What type of concert?" Sanzo asks not convinced that he really wants to go to one.
"Well, just the sexiest, most gorgeous, super perfect Japanese rock star is going to be performing tonight." Lirin screams at top of her lungs.
Kougaiji is about to protest but Yaone quiets him with a passionate kiss then adds, "We are here."
Sanzo and Goyjo are pulled forcefully by Lirin into the tight crowd surrounding the entrance to the arena. Somehow, the petite girl manages to sneak hauling Goyjo and Sanzo who are trying to escape her tight grip into the building. Then showing the tickets to the doorman, they are ushered inside the building with a happy Yaone and a very disgruntled Kougaiji trailing behind.
"Isn't it great we have front row seat tickets? We can see him perfectly."
"The noise is unbearable." Sanzo screams trying in vain to cover his sensitive ears. There is a pair of speakers just in front of them.
"Yes! I know! That is the coolest part. We can hear everything clearly."
Goyjo decides that since he is already here he might as well as try to score with many chicks as possible. The best looking chicks always hang around rock stars.
"So, who is this famous person?" Sanzo screams looking frantic to find the closest exit and at the right opportunity dart out of there.
A chorus of screaming teens and females answer his question, "Goku chan! Goku chan!"
And then the roar of loud speakers almost blasts Sanzo away but he is held in place by the pressing body of females standing behind him and pushing him constantly towards the stage. A sweet male voice is heard accompanied by the loud acoustics of an electric guitar. Then Sanzo sees the teen clad in tight black leather pants. The first thing Sanzo notices is the pair of feet with black leather boots. The leather seems to be the finest since the scent is strong and sweet. Then, as he gazes up, the legs clad in those tight pants are almost shoving and crouching on Sanzo's face. Finally, he is able to see the upper part of the kid in front of him. He wears a white long sleeved shirt unbuttoned down the front. He has a slender but muscular build and a well toned bronze-tan body and long brown hair. The hair flows in the air. Almost in slow motion, it reaches to the waist. The singer wears a gold band around his forehead almost covered by his eyes long bangs. The boy is moving with bouncy energetic movements. The images of the noisy monkeys outside the temple come to Sanzo's mind.
Then something surreal happens to Sanzo. Someone pulls him upward. Then he feels his lips been parted by moist, sweet, and hot breath against his mouth. He feels someone's tongue inside his own mouth, and a small bite against his lips. Then, he is back to where he was standing moments ago. Lirin is screaming in his ears, two females faint in front of him, and then he notices the blood dripping from his lower lip. Damn. What the hell happened? A few minutes later, Sanzo and his party were ushered through the deserted corridors of the arena.
"I cannot believe it! Goku-chan kissed you, Sanzo. It should've been me." Lirin is bouncing and yelling, "I was just standing a few inches away from you."
"Fucking, monkey! He bit me!" Sanzo spat as he licks the almost dry drops of blood on his lower lips.
"Hey! Don't take it personally, Sanzo. He probably thought you were a chick. You do look like a girl, droopy eyes." Goyjo snickers while grabbing Sanzo in a bear hug.
Sanzo slaps his arm away while they keep walking behind the security guys. Finally, they stop in front of Goku's dressing room. The security guy opens the door for them and then adds, "Please wait here! Goku-chan should be finishing in a couple of minutes. Feel free to take any drinks from the small fridge." Then, the door closes behind the guy.
Goyjo goes and grabs a cold beer from the fridge and tosses another to Sanzo while he continues, "Besides, it is your own fault, Sanzo."
"How is so?" Sanzo grabs the beer and finds a comfortable seat. At least the damn noise is gone.
Kougaiji sits on a couch pulling Yaone on top of him. At least Yaone is happy and falling all over him. He knows tonight would be a great night. Yaone is in one of her wild, wild moods. Lirin is beside herself, inspecting every item in Goku-chan's dressing room and deciding what to take as a souvenir.
"Well, for once you do look like a chick. When I first saw you this afternoon drinking tea, I asked Kougaiji 'Wasn't Sanzo supposed to be a man?' The person sitting there is a pretty blond."
Kougaiji then adds, "Yes, Goyjo did mistake you for a girl."
"I don't look like a girl."
"Yes, you do. A pretty face, gorgeous amethyst-purple eyes, silky blond hair, slender frame. In fact, your hands are slender and fragile, pale looking white skin… totally a blond babe. And, to top it all, your robes look like a kimono, if only for that green and gold wide ribbon hanging down from your shoulders."
"This ribbon is my Maten Sutra. And say one more word about my robes, and I'll kill you. This happens to be my attire as a Sanzo, I must wear this robes at all times."
Goyjo is about to add something else when the door to the dressing room opens again entering a shirtless Goku. He plops himself in the swirling chair in front of the mirror. He seems to be breathing excitingly, probably by the workout he manages on the stage. Everyone focuses their eyes on him. Goku, now, pushes the chair towards the fridge and grabs a bottle of spring water, takes a drink and splashes the rest of the water over his face and body. Yaone and Lirin drown a small scream and faint—Yaone over Kougaiji's arms and Lirin on top of Sanzo's lap.
"I seem to have that effect on women." Goku adds with a joyous laugh.
Sanzo only manages to hiss, "Stupid monkey"
Jumping to his feet Goku bows to Goyjo and adds, "I'm Son Goku."
Goyjo bows too answering, "Cha Goyjo… but you can call me just 'Goyjo'."
Turning to face Kougaiji, "Thanks for accepting my invitation." He bows once more while Kougaiji answers, "My name is Kougaiji and this lady here is Yaone."
Goku now looks at Lirin who is getting up from Sanzo's lap and she bows giggling, "I am Lirin, Goku-chan."
Goku fixes his eyes on the gorgeous blond in front of him; however, Sanzo gets up from the chair and walking past Goku adds, "My name is Genjo Sanzo, stupid monkey."
Goku follows Sanzo with his gaze as Sanzo steps out into the hallway; Goku faces the group and adds, "Will you excuse me for a minute?"
Then, he darts outside closing the door behind him. He grabs Sanzo on the shoulder, pushing him towards the wall, and Sanzo almost loses his footing. He does not expect Goku to follow him or to grab him from behind like that. Goku steadies him at the same time and dips him just low enough to level him to his own height. He then forces Sanzo's mouth open again with a passionate kiss.
"I am not a girl, stupid monkey."
"I know. A girl would never look like a burning sun."
Sanzo gets lost for a second inside the burning amber eyes that stare at him with a passionate intensity. Goku could not help himself but to drink into the depths of those purple amethysts. Then licking Sanzo's lips he is tempted to bite those lips once more. Instead, he just caresses them with his forefinger. Sanzo blinks and finds himself alone on the corridor. What the hell just happened? Lirin is bouncing in front of Goyjo and Yaone and Kougaiji trail behind them.
"Hey! What happened to you? Goku just gave us autographed pictures and his newest CD. Oh! Yeah, this picture is especially autographed for you. To my Burning Sun with love, Ambers of Fire." Goyjo dangles Goku's picture in front of Sanzo.
Sanzo only sneers at him turning away, "Idiot."
Did he think that out loud? He remembers saying something about "ambers of fire" while Goku held him in his intensive gaze.
TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Saiyuki that totally and unashamedly appear on this fan fiction. They are the product of Kazuya Minekura's wonderful imagination. However, the plot is totally my own selfish desire to get some romantic thrills, which are only alluded to or implied, on her creative work.
Author's Notes: The following story is inspired by a fan fiction written by Iapetus Somewhere I Belong. I like to thank HARPGO and Pyrite for their great job at editing my horrors. While HARPAGO started helping me with this story, she had to decline to continue supporting me due to some previous commitments. However, thanks to the goddess Pyrite step in to help me finish and continue with this story.