Chapter One

: Even Deeper :

Author: Aedem

Rating: M ( NC-17)

Pairings: Ni Jianyi (Ukoku Sanzo)/ Genjo Sanzo

A/N: Warning, this is a yaoi, and a lime...maybe a lemon… How about a limon?...Oooh!! An orange! I dunno actually, all these citrus things confuse me… You know what?! Screw it all!! Mine's a freakin grapefruit! What now, bitches?!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, Saiyuki Reload, or Saiyuki Gaiden. They are all titles and characters belonging to Kazuya Minekura. Trust me… Things would be different if I owned them… 3Really different. Muah hahahaha!!

A/N II: I had help with writing this! So bow to the mighty Mabs!! Bow I say!!

I am following the manga at the moment. It is during Volume 9

Constructive criticism and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

So, ENJOY!! D

Summary: He had failed his master yet again. Genjo is ready to give up, until someone from his past rescues him from himself and teaches him some life lessons. And uses chocolate to prove a point.

Kill the Buddha when you meet him

Kill the Father when you meet him

Never be captivated by other words or actions

Live life the way you're living it.

Don't let your mind, body and soul be controlled by others.

Believe in yourself, believe in your eyes,

Believe in your power, and nothing else.

It was a beautiful day. Goku sat outside the small inn, eyes closed as his tan skin absorbed the sun's warmth. Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the wall some more. Everything was good again. He stretched languidly, and let his aching muscles relax. Suddenly, he felt something on his head. He looked up, seeing Gojyo standing above him, with his hand on the brunette's head. The red-head brandished his signature cocky smirk, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Oi, baka-saru, you keep sitting there like that, and you might have an actual thought. But don't strain yourself too hard. We wouldn't want you attempting anything unnatural." The kappa said in a teasing tone.

Goku pouted, but then smiled, looking back up at the sky. "Nope! No matter what ya say today, ya stupid cockroach, I'm not gonna let you spoil my good mood." He said, taking in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air.

"Ch'" Was the only thing to leave the taller man's mouth as he took a seat next to his shorter companion. The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes with their eyes closed, until their silence was disrupted by the laughter of their jovial healer. They both turned to look at the dark chocolate-haired man, though Gojyo's gaze seemed different than Goku's. The red-head spread out, leaning against his arms as he smirked at the green-eyed man above them.

"Hey, 'Kai. Why don't you join us?" He asked, even as Hakkai sat next to him. Gojyo closed his eyes, opening them for a second before a thought struck him. "So, is his Worldliness still bein' a pompous ass and moping around?"

This caused the green-eyed man to sigh, leaning against the cool wall behind them. Goku's attentions immediately turned to Hakkai, worry about the blond evident in his eyes. After a few minutes of thinking about how to word it, Hakkai finally spoke, though his tone was cautious and tentative.

"He won't leave his room… To tell you the truth, I was surprised that he let Goku in the room last night." Hakkai could feel Goku's gaze pierce him as he said these words, "I tried talking to him, but from what I gather, he just wants to be left alone."

Goku sighed as he pulled his legs up to his chin, clutching them close. Gojyo scoffed as he flicked the cigarette off somewhere. He turned to look at Goku, who sat there, tears brimming his eyes. It caught the water-sprite off-guard for a second, to see the usually blithe boy in such a somber mood. He trapped Hakkai's gaze with his own, and no words needed to be said. They both knew that the brunette boy was taking this to heart, and something needed to be done. The priest always managed to create such strong emotions from the younger boy. The problem with that was that they were usually negative emotions, created from Genjo's negligence or general apathetic view towards the boy. Hakkai began to rub Goku's back, consoling him as much as possible. Goku tried to stop the tears from falling, but it was just too hard to keep his emotions to himself. Genjo was obviously distressed. He just knew that it was his fault that the blond was acting so strange. But, what had he done? If he knew that, maybe he could at least try to make things better. Seeing the monkey depressed pissed the kappa off. The red-head hit the teen on the head, as he looked up towards the sky.

"Oi, Monkey. You didn't do shit to make the Prick upset, okay? It's just him PMSing, as usual. So… cheer up, 'kay?"

Goku smiled softly as he looked back down at the ground, before standing up. "I'm gonna go for a walk, okay?"

He needed time to think. After everything that happened, he needed to clarify some things. He began walking towards the woods that bordered the small village, wanting to wander through it and just be alone. He heard rustling coming from behind him, and he felt someone mess up his hair. He looked up to see shining red eyes.

"Oi, Monkey. Don't think you'll be going alone."

Goku looked over at Hakkai, who smiled supportively at him. He nodded as he let a small smile creep onto his lips. The three headed towards the ambiguous path, until the red-head stopped dead in his tracks. Goku and Hakkai turned to him, watching him with curiosity. He smirked, scratching his head.

"Hey, I left my cigs in my room. I'm gonna get them. You two go on ahead, I'll catch up."

Hakkai nodded, and looked at Goku. "Did you know that there is a lake nearby Goku?"

"Really?! Wow! Cool!"

Gojyo stood there as the other two walked off, waiting until their voices faded until he began to walk towards the inn. Walking passed the inn's owner, he looked down the extended hallways, towards the room in which the blond priest had locked himself in. He sighed, not really wanting to go through with this, but he knew he had to. He was hesitant to knock on the door; so instead, he pressed his ear against it, listening to the sounds that came from within. Nothing, except for his own breathing. He quietly tapped on the door, hearing shuffling coming from within. The door creaked as it opened a few inches, but only enough to where the red-head could see the shadowed silhouette of their supposed 'leader'.

"Hn?"

"Oi… Sanzo, you gonna sit in there and sulk all day? 'Kai and I were thinking about taking Goku up towards the lake. You wanna come."

"Nn."

Gojyo growled lowly as he hung his head back, thinking. "Stupid fucking Priest… Just 'cause you couldn't keep a hold on that fuckin' sutra doesn't mean you have the right to go all pissy and stuff! God, what kind of Priest are you anyways?! Lettin' the weirdo take it from you like- "

Gojyo felt the pressure of Genjo's fist against his face before he had even registered what was happening. He stumbled back again, wiping his mouth to check for any blood.

"Say that again, you dumb Kappa." Genjo growled through clenched teeth. Gojyo smirked as he punched Genjo in the gut, before walking off.

"Think about this, your Worldliness…" (It was the way that he had said 'Your Worldliness' that caused a shiver to go up Genjo's spine) "You need to let your hold on Goku go, if you're gonna keep acting like a spoiled brat. The Monkey deserves to be treated better than the way you treat him. And the next time you make him cry, I'll make your life miserable."

Genjo watched as the red-head walked out of the inn, and everyone stared as the priest went back in his room. Mumbling to himself, he brought the bottle of sake up to his lips, chugging down the liquid as though he hadn't had anything to drink in years.

He turned as he heard the door open once more, and saw the healer standing there watching him intently. Genjo hated that hard gaze; it was so cold and so patronizing. The blond was no fool; he knew what hid behind that deceivingly warm smile. Yet, now, there was no smile. Only a gaze that would cause the devil himself to regret any action committed. Genjo took a few steps to the open window, leaning against the pane as he took in a deep breath of air.

"I thought you all were going to the lake… or something…" He managed to spat out, despite the fact that his speech was slurred.

The green-eyed man stood there for a moment longer, before his smile returned to its rightful place. Casting a quick look, Genjo felt a shiver travel up his back. He could see the anger lingering in Hakkai's brilliantly green-eyes. Out of everyone who traveled in their group, it was Hakkai who scared him the most. Gojyo and Goku acted on impulse; Hakkai always strategically moved, studying the actions of others before he would do anything himself and it was that quality that set Hakkai apart from the others. The priest knew he should be careful as to what he said and did. But Hakkai continued to smile, cocking his head to one side, chocolate brown locks brushing against the burgundy wool of the sweater he was wearing.

"My, my Sanzo. Trying to drown your sorrows or just drown?"

There it was, that patronizing tone that made one feel like a child again. Genjo felt himself grow angry, grasping the bottle tightly as he mumbled "Fuck off" to the youkai.

Without even wasting a second of thinking, Hakkai moved closer to the priest. "You're doing a pretty fine job of that yourself."

Again, the priest found himself seething on the inside. He couldn't take it anymore. He threw the bottle at Hakkai, missing him entirely; whether it was on purpose or because of his drunken stupor, he didn't know. Or rather, he didn't particularly care.

Hakkai didn't seem fazed by the fact that Genjo had taken such a violent turn. In fact, he had expected this much. "Your impeccable aim could be the cause of the missing object on your shoulders."

A growl emitted from the back of the priest's throat, and he instinctively lunged at the jovial man, who effortlessly dodged the attack. Unable to stop himself, Hakkai also managed to trip the blond, though Genjo caught and braced himself against the wall for support.

"Sanzo, I suggest you be sober the next time you try anything like that again," A cheerless giggle, and a patronizing smile, "It's almost insulting that you thought you could actually harm me in that state."

Genjo found himself laughing bitterly at the healer's words, which seemed to be more chilling. "Failure...is something we seem to have in common. Wouldn't you think? I failed to protect the scripture and you failed your sister. But...at least I only failed once."

Hakkai's smile disappeared, his eyes becoming harder. "You have that wrong. We've both failed twice. But at least mine wasn't to the same person."

Genjo felt rage consume him as he lunged at Hakkai yet again, though this time the youkai didn't merely dodge it. The blond felt a knee in his stomach, stumbling back a few feet as Hakkai just glared at him. Genjo looked up at Hakkai from his position on the ground, too drunk to get up.

"Since that battle...you've been in the same position you are now; laying down like a sick dog. Stop biting our hands. If you continue, we will never hold them out again."

With that, the youkai left, leaving Genjo alone to his thoughts. Feeling his head throbbing, he attempted to stand, but as soon as he moved, he found himself emptying the liquor from his stomach onto the ground next to him. The strain his stomach was feeling now was nearly unbearable, and it felt like it wouldn't stop. Finally, when the contents of his stomach were lying in a lovely pile next to his face, he rolled over to the other side, feeling more empty now in two senses of the word. With shaky strength, he pushed his way into a kneeling position. Everything was starting to get blurry, and his head was pounding. With little to think about, he made his way towards the bathroom. Ugh… This just wasn't his day. He rubbed the back of his neck as he locked the door, and walked towards the sink. Wouldn't want anyone to walk in. Especially not Goku. Splashing water in his face to make himself more alert, he looked into the mirror. Hatred started to burn at the pit of his stomach. The purple eyes of his reflection staring back at him made the entire quantity of his self-hatred surface. CRASH!!

The pain that lingered in his fist melted away the hatred, and Genjo found himself staring at the broken pieces of mirror scattered on the floor. With a heavy sigh, he began to pick the pieces up. "Great something else I have to pay for."

'God, what kind of Priest are you anyways?!' The kappa's words rang in his ears.

'We've both failed twice. But at least mine wasn't to the same person.'

What hurt was that Hakkai was right. He had failed Master Koumyou… Twice… His knees gave out, and Genjo slid down the tiled wall onto the cool floor, the glass circled around him. Thud. His head fell back against the wall hard. He was a complete and utter failure. No matter what happened, something always went wrong. He absent-mindedly picked up a long piece of glass, running his finger along the sharp edge, all the while glaring hatefully at his reflection.

"You're a pathetic fucking excuse for a priest."

His own words scared him. The anger he had welled up wasn't for anyone else. Not Hakkai. Not the Ero-Kappa. Not the Baka-Saru. Not even that prick who had taken his sutra. No. This anger he felt had been only for himself. Without having to think about it, he ran the sharp edge of the glass across his left wrist and immediately felt relief as he was brought back to earth. It was this defiance of life that had made him truly feel alive. With a satisfied smirk, Genjo let his head fall limp against the wall once more, dropping the piece of glass on the floor again. He should probably get up, and immediately tend to his self-inflicted wound. But he wouldn't. Sitting there, he ran his right hand through his blond hair, taking in deep breath. The feel of warm blood on his bare skin brought him back to reality, and he stood up reluctantly, walking less than two feet towards the sink to wash off the cut.

"Poor, poor Kouryu…"

Turning quickly, Genjo came face to face with the owner of that smooth, familiar voice. Cold, yet playful black eyes stared into his own purple ones. He felt his wrist being exposed, and he tried to resist. But something in this raven-haired man's gentle grip made him stop and look away.

"What has turned you to this route, I wonder?"

Purple eyes widened as he finally realized who this man was.

"Priest Ukoku Sanzo."

A smirk, and the pale lips of the other man pressed against the skin of his wrist. He couldn't help but blush at the sight. He pulled his arm away, anger once again resurfacing.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! How the hell did you get in here?!" He was pretty sure he had locked the door… "What are you doing here?!"

With that, Ukoku's eyes glistened with a new emotion, though Genjo could determine what it was yet. His smirk remained constant, as long, smooth finger brushed against his cheek. "I came to see you of course, Kouryu."

The blond flinched with hearing his old name. The smirk Ukoku adorned proceeded to grow. "I forgot… You are Genjo now…" With that, soft lips pressed against Genjo's, and the blond felt himself being pulled closer. He stood there for a second or two before pushing the black-eyed man away.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" He asked, clearly angry. He went to punch him, but Ukoku dodged it as easily as Hakkai did.

But the raven-haired man didn't seem fazed by Genjo's reaction. He looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "I remember when you were younger… Such a beautiful child you were… And you have grown well… Strong and so full of life… But that strength came from tragedies, didn't it?"

Genjo felt his breath hitch in his throat. Ukoku's smirk faded. "You are not the only one who lost someone that day, Genjo…" His voice was solemn now, and heart-breakingly so. In another instant, the blond felt warm lips on his again, but this time, he didn't resist. They stood there, lips tangled in a sensual dance, until Ukoku unlocked the door, leading him towards the bed. Genjo couldn't help the feeling burning within him. Suddenly, he felt the edge of the bed at the back of the knees, as they both fell onto the bed.

Everything became blurry from that moment on. He didn't remember exactly when their robes came off, but he did know that skilled hands were traveling underneath his black leather shirt. And he did know that every movement from those skilled hands made Genjo yearn for more. Heat pooled in his groin as soft lips came to his neck, kissing it ever so slightly. He gasped at the sensation. Ukoku smirked as he continued, finally removing the troublesome shirt. Genjo laid beneath him, cheeks flushed, lips twisting in a scowl as he leaned up to take off the other man's shirt.

"You're too dressed." He said simply. And with that, Ukoku's shirt was removed. Genjo sat there, admiring the silky chest of the man above him. But he didn't have time to admire the body anymore, because the dark-eyed priest had gone to stripping them both of the remainder of their clothing. The blond moaned as Ukoku's lips crushed his own, the skilled hands traveling downwards on his body. He bucked towards the touch unconsciously, moaning louder as Ukoku took hold of his cock.

"It is time that I teach you a few lessons… Kouryu."

With that, he began a pumping motion. Genjo writhed beneath him. Ukoku's unbearably slow movements were driving him mad. He clutched at broad shoulders, and moved his hip to get more friction. Ukoku smirked, but did not hasten his actions.

"Now, now Kouryu. We will get to that in due time. First…" He flicked his wrist to make sure he had the blonde's attention, getting yet anther moan from Genjo as well. "You must learn…"

He pulled away, causing the purple-eyed man beneath him to lean up on his elbows. Genjo watched as Ukoku pulled a few things out of his jeans pocket. Genjo sat there, eyebrow cocked, until the raven-haired man pushed him back down. With a crafty smirk, he revealed the mysterious items to the blond. Purple eyes widened with both curiosity and slight fear. Handcuffs and ribbons?

"What the-?!"

He was hushed by a pair of warm lips crushing his own. While Genjo was distracted, the older man hand-cuffed his younger lover's hands to the wooden bedrails. The blond pulled away in panic, struggling for freedom. Ukoku's lips brushed against the bare skin of Genjo's chest, and that immediately the blond stopped any resistance. A teasing tongue brushed past his nipple, and he moaned up, body arching upwards more.

"Ah! Ukoku!" He moaned out involuntarily.

Black, lust-glazed eyes wandered his body and Genjo found himself blushing at being so exposed. Ukoku leaned down, wrapping the ribbon around Genjo's head, covering his eyes. So, he was gonna use it as a blindfold?

"Kouryu…" The raven-haired man rasped out, voice thick and lust-filled.

Genjo felt a shiver go up his spine, as his body tingled with anticipation. No one had ever made him feel like this. And yet, this man… This mysterious man fro his past… Suddenly, he felt something lightly brush over his skin in such a way that a moan escaped.

"So sensitive…" Ukoku said in an amused tone. Clearly he was enjoying this. But Genjo couldn't deny the fact that he was taking pleasure in this as well. And obviously Ukoku could tell…

Ukoku watched Genjo's every move with interest, loving to see the man writhe as though no one could please him like the raven-haired man could. Ukoku groaned lowly, his own erection throbbing, weeping for attention. But no. He needed to teach Kouryu a lesson; a lesson that Koumyou obviously didn't establish during his life. He continued to brush the feather lightly over Genjo's body, until he was sure it was driving the blond mad. He then tossed the feather aside, taking a new object from the nightstand nearby.

"Such a defiant little one you are… And defiant little boys… need to be taught lessons."

Genjo pondered this for a moment, before he felt something cold and sharp slip across his throat lightly. Ukoku wasn't stupid, and he had no intentions in hurting Genjo. He moved the blade along the blond's body, every so often increasing the pressure. He could feel Genjo's body tense beneath him.

'That's it Genjo… Resist… Fight back…Show Ken'yuu your fighting spirit…' Genjo shook his head, trying to get that voice out of his mind. No, it couldn't be! Master Koumyou was dead! Yet, he could hear his voice clear as day.

"Isn't this what you wanted, Priest Genjo Sanzo? Didn't you want death? Did you not want to give up and give in?" He paused for a moment, waiting to see if the blond would respond. Genjo fought against his restraints, causing the blade to go deeper in him. He fought like this for the first few minutes, until the blade went too deep for him to handle. He let out a cry, which vocalized the mix of both pleasure and pain he felt right now.

Ukoku sighed, running the blade's edge deeper into the blond. Genjo bit his lip, muffling the whimper that had leaked out.

"You want to die so badly… Why? Because you failed?!"

There it was. The guilt. Genjo immediately shrunk back, and Ukoku knew he had hit the nail on the head with what he had just said, so he decided to keep going.

"So you failed in protecting the scripture. What would Koumyou think if he saw you now, hiding like a little child? Poor Kouryu."

Genjo dare say nothing else. For what could he say? Ukoku was right. He was acting like a spoiled, little child. Truth was, he didn't know how to handle this, how to handle anything anymore. He lost Koumyou, he lost the scripture, and he had almost lost his friends. Though he would never admit it to their faces, those three were the closest things to friends he had, and although he seemed reluctant, he would protect them from anything and anyone. He couldn't lose them too.

It took him a while to notice that the blade had been withdrawn, and in its stead, a warm tongue was lapping at the blood on his body. He gasped out, his body bucking upwards.

"Koumyou gave his life for yours, because he knew that you were meant for something greater… Don't let his death be in vain… You were given a gift…"

Genjo felt as though his heart would burst with the tenderness in the older man's voice. Surprisingly, Genjo felt the pressure relieve from his wrist as Ukoku took off the hand-cuffs and the blindfold. As the black-haired man move to leave, the blond smirked, pulling the dark priest on top of him as he kissed him desperately, pressing against him so that he knew how much the young priest needed him right now. Ukoku obliged, deepening the kiss as he pulled something out of the nightstand draw. Genjo pulled away, eyes focusing on the words on the brown bottle Ukoku held in his hand. Chocolate syrup? With a predatory grin, the bottle was opened, and the contents of which was poured onto the younger man's body. Genjo gasped out, as Ukoku dipped his head down, tongue traveling down his navel.

"Genjo… I'm going to show you are alive."

With that promise, Ukoku went about the task of cleaning every spot on Genjo that had chocolate on it. And he took this task upon himself gladly, using an expert tongue to get every ounce of chocolate up. Genjo writhed on the sheets like a fish out of water, moaning loudly as he threw his head back. Finally, Ukoku's mouth wrapped around the weeping head of his cock, and he licked up the remaining bits of chocolate slowly, taunting Genjo with every practiced stroke of his tongue. Genjo felt as though he would cum right there. But Ukoku would have none of that. He began to lick up Genjo's body once more, grabbing for another bottle which stood on the nightstand. He took the lube, spreading a generous amount on his palm, slicking his dick with it. He then pushed a slickened finger in the blond's puckered entrance, wiggling it in him for a bit, until Genjo pushed back on the digit. He then added another one, beginning a scissoring motion. Genjo moaned louder, nearly screaming as Ukoku added a third. It wasn't long before those probing fingers found a certain patch of nerves that nearly sent the blond off the edge. When he thought his writhing counterpart was sufficiently stretched, he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with a bigger, rounder object. Without a word, he pushed his way passed Genjo's resistance, Genjo's muscles clamping around his hardened dick. He pulled out slowly, before slamming back in, moaning at being in such an incredibly tight heat. Again, Genjo cried out, but continued to push himself onto the raven, until he was fully inside of him. Ukoku slowly started to roll his hips, taking his time, which was sending Genjo off the edge. Gripping the sheets beneath him, the blond moved with the raven-haired man above him, moving his hips to try to create more friction.

"Nnngh… F-faster…" He managed out, and Ukoku obliged, picking up his pace.

Ukoku continued to move faster and faster within Genjo, and when he felt his peak start to near, his hand snaked in between their bodies, grapping hold of Genjo's dick, as he began pumping him in time with his thrusts, Genjo moaning loudly as his nails scratched down Ukoku's back. He could feel the pressure building below, as his climax got loser and closer. And then it hit him. He came all over Ukoku's hand, as Ukoku came unrelenting inside him. In that moment, when the two seemed to be as one, everything became clear to him. He needed to live. He needed to get the scripture back, and prove to his master that he was worth it. And most of all, he needed to prove to himself that he was worth his master's sacrifice. He became blissfully aware of everything around him. The sweat dripping down his back slowly, the feeling of Ukoku's harsh breathing on the nape of his neck, the feeling of Ukoku's soft skin on his, the feeling of Ukoku's greedy lips as they began to kiss heatedly; everything, every sense, was heightened and everything was clear.

Both men slumped down onto the bed, they're heavy breathing the only sound in the room. After he had caught his breath, Ukoku pulled out of the blonde, sitting on the side of the bed, gathering his clothes. Genjo sat up, grabbing his arm.

"Why?"

Such a simple question, yet the only reply he received was a small smirk, and then a chaste kiss on the forehead. Ukoku began to dress, pulling on the jeans and leather shirt slowly. He then finished quickly, pulling the black Sanzo robe over his shoulders. The bamboo shield was next, and then the sutra was placed where it rightfully belonged. As Genjo watched, he couldn't help but be in awe of the sheer elegance to this man's movements; they were so fluid and graceful. Ukoku turned to him, his smirk gone, replaced by a look of seriousness and concern.

"To get the sutra back, you must work as a team. Do not fight for yourselves, but fight for each other…"

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" There it was. The old Genjo, the real Genjo, was back.

"Sadly, I spoiled my former pupil to much, and he acts a spoiled child to this day. But he is in no way incapable of defeating and possibly destroying you. You need to corner him, and you need to work with your companions… that is the only way to beat him, and get the sutra back…"

With that, he left, walking out the door, and out of Genjo's life once more. With a sigh, the blonde picked himself up, gathering his clothes and going to the bathroom. He picked up the broken pieces of glass, disposing of them quickly, then jumped in the shower. He had just finished dressing when the others returned, all evidence of his day disposed of. He stared at them blankly for a while, before lighting a cigarette and sitting at the small round table to read his newspaper.

"S-Sanzo?" The brunette boy asked in a soft, unsure voice.

Though smirking on the inside, Genjo showed no signs of any attention towards the boy. Hakkai and Gojyo stood behind Goku, looking at each other before watching Genjo carefully. Cautiously, the brunette walked to his keeper's side, shaking his right arm softly to get his attention. In another second, though, the hard 'fwap' noise of Genjo's harisen connecting with Goku's head filled the air.

"BakaSaru!! Can't you see I am trying to read my god-damned paper?!" Genjo threatened, sitting down and opening his paper dramatically to make a point. Goku rebounded up from the floor, looking at Genjo with wide eyes. Genjo returned his look with a cocky smirk, and immediately, Goku's face lit up with a smile.

"An' Sanzo likes his Ramen stale, yeah?" Goku happily bounded up the near-infinite stairs leading to Kami-sama's lair.

Hakkai let out a light chuckle, right behind Goku, who was a boundless ball of energy, as usual. "As odd as that is. Although I suppose there are people in the world who like soggy cookies and flat sodas."

"Like old farts." Gojyo said, making it seem like he was stating an obvious fact, and not a personal opinion.

This of course agitated a certain blonde priest, who merely retorted with "Shut up" as they continued up the stairs. In front of them, the childish blonde stood, smiling his patronizing smile as they grew ever nearer.

"…You all came back?" He said, laughing as he spoke, "You guys must really curious! But I thought you understood what I said. Maybe it was too hard. It doesn't matter how hard you try. You can't beat—"

As Genjo walked passed him, he took out his banishing gun, opening fire on the blonde who stood beside him.

"—Me…" The doppelganger started to disperse into beads, an incredulous look on his face as the others walked passed him.

"I thought I told you to shut up." The disdain in Genjo's voice was clearly there, dripping with venom.

The four comrades finally made it to the top, looking at the spacious building before them, their expressions serious. Genjo was the first to take a step forward.

"I'm taking back what's mine."

The scientist stood amongst the rubble, a sinister smirk on his lips. He ran a hand through his black hair, looking around him at the destruction.

"Oh boy." He said, his tone oozing with excitement. He picked up the gold crown, sitting down in the rubble.

" He picked up the gold crown, sitting down in the rubble.

"You've left me a little treat. Thank you, Koumyou. Now…"

He pulled the crown onto his head, smiling as the light shown to reveal that he was indeed the black-robed priest from before.

"What shall we play next?"

A/N: Sorry, the last two parts are not original. That is the direct dialogue from book 9. /.\; sorry guys. But it made a point to my story. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it!