"Good evening, minasan!" chirped the innkeeper's bubbly daughter Merisu. "Tonight, since it's Christmas, we have very special guests to entertain us! So please, please put your hands together to welcome...the Honourable Genjo Sanzo-ikkou! Yaaaaayyyy!!!! Shang shang guli guli! Clap, minasan! ^_^"
"...How did she just insert those funny symbols into her speech?" Goku asked.
"Dunno. This IS a fanfic," hissed Gojyo as the curtains opened to reveal a restaurant full to the rafters, mostly with screaming young women drowning in their own saliva. The casanova's eyebrows went up into his fringe. Talk about being spoilt for choice!
"Thank you, minasan, for your warm welcome!" Hakkai greeted the audience. He seemed to be not at all perturbed at the situation, despite being dressed in green tights, a funny Peter-Pannish tunic and disgusting shoes with turned-up toes and jingly bells on the ends. "We're very pleased to be here tonight to entertain you...because it's a damn sight better than washing dishes," he added under his breath. "I am Cho Hakkai, and I would like to introduce the other members of my group: Sha Gojyo--"
"Hey girls!"
"Eeeee! Gojyoooooo!" "Gojyo-sama!" "We wuv you, erogappa!" "Ohmigod, look at those PECS!" "Yeah, it's way better than what we saw in Requiem!" "Gojyo-sama! MARRY ME!" "Eeeew, a GUY just said that!?"
"...Son Goku!"
"Hi everyone! I'm hungry!"
"We'll feed you, Goku-chan! We'll feed you!" "Son Goku! Marry me!" "Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!" "He's so cuuuuuuute!"
"...and last but certainly not least, Genjyo Sanzo!"
At the utterance of the holy name, the crowd almost stampeded. I say almost, because if Sanzo hadn't put two bullet holes in the wall at the back of the restaurant, they most certainly would.
"Um...well, thank you, Sanzo. Please put your hands together, minna, as we sing our special versions of Christmas carols for you tonight! Ready, minna?"
"Yep."
"Yeah!"
"Ch'."
"All right, then. One...two...three!"
"...How did she just insert those funny symbols into her speech?" Goku asked.
"Dunno. This IS a fanfic," hissed Gojyo as the curtains opened to reveal a restaurant full to the rafters, mostly with screaming young women drowning in their own saliva. The casanova's eyebrows went up into his fringe. Talk about being spoilt for choice!
"Thank you, minasan, for your warm welcome!" Hakkai greeted the audience. He seemed to be not at all perturbed at the situation, despite being dressed in green tights, a funny Peter-Pannish tunic and disgusting shoes with turned-up toes and jingly bells on the ends. "We're very pleased to be here tonight to entertain you...because it's a damn sight better than washing dishes," he added under his breath. "I am Cho Hakkai, and I would like to introduce the other members of my group: Sha Gojyo--"
"Hey girls!"
"Eeeee! Gojyoooooo!" "Gojyo-sama!" "We wuv you, erogappa!" "Ohmigod, look at those PECS!" "Yeah, it's way better than what we saw in Requiem!" "Gojyo-sama! MARRY ME!" "Eeeew, a GUY just said that!?"
"...Son Goku!"
"Hi everyone! I'm hungry!"
"We'll feed you, Goku-chan! We'll feed you!" "Son Goku! Marry me!" "Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!" "He's so cuuuuuuute!"
"...and last but certainly not least, Genjyo Sanzo!"
At the utterance of the holy name, the crowd almost stampeded. I say almost, because if Sanzo hadn't put two bullet holes in the wall at the back of the restaurant, they most certainly would.
"Um...well, thank you, Sanzo. Please put your hands together, minna, as we sing our special versions of Christmas carols for you tonight! Ready, minna?"
"Yep."
"Yeah!"
"Ch'."
"All right, then. One...two...three!"
