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Well, because I just read a review by joycer22 which made me feel all happy, and I had just finished typing this; I decided to post it right away xD Rofl. I am sad but who cares :P
Sorry it's short, the next chapter will probably be what I was going to tag onto the end of this
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Oh yeah; let's call this one:
Chapter 9 - Accusations and uncertainties
The four of them exited the room together; Sanzo leaving first, and Hakkai leaving last, they shuffled out into the corridor. They all paused as Hakkai turned back to pull the door closed behind them. Goku, Gojyo and Hakkai all turned to face Sanzo as soon as the door was shut.
"So, it looks like the baldie has a lot of explaining to do", Gojyo started, shoving his hands into his pockets, and looking expectantly at Sanzo.
"Yeah Sanzo!" Goku piped up, "How come you know that lady in there? Huh? You gunna tell us? Huh? Huh?"
"Shut up, you damned monkey!" Sanzo snapped, turning away from the three.
"He's right though Sanzo, you do have a lot to explain; concerning our new friend that is", Hakkai finished.
"Fine, we were childhood friends", Sanzo replied shortly, turning back to face them, "Is that all? Are you happy now?"
The three in question turned to share a 'look' with each other. Sanzo sighed. It was not going to be as easy to get out of this as he had thought. He reached up to itch his ear, before turning to face Hakkai; "Me and Akane were childhood friends, yes, we were very close, and no, I haven't seen her for over ten years. I have no idea what she is doing her; Lord knows I almost didn't recognise her when I saw her. She's changed. A lot." He glared at the three of them, as they stared back at him. They were staring at him as if he had grown a second head. How pathetic, Sanzo thought to himself, fighting the urge to groan aloud.
It was Gojyo who rediscovered the use of his tongue first. "Who would have thought it?" He questioned, "The great baldie has a soft spot for women after all", he was chuckling.
The paper fan was well aimed, true and strong. "Don't put me in the same class as you, you perverted kappa!"
Hakkai sighed, and turned to leave, this would only result in an argument, he knew. "Come on Goku, lets leave them to it", he smiled at the boy, leading him away towards the kitchens, "we'll go order some food for our new friend okay?" With that the two of them disappeared, leaving Sanzo and Gojyo with some room to argue.
"Pft, I'm just kidding with you baldie", Gojyo continued, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. He turned to leave, heading along the corridor towards his room. "Although, if you know her so well, maybe you can give me some tips; you know" he turned around, "tell her what she likes." He winked, before turning around, laughing. "I've wanted to get a taste of that one since I saw her last week at the apple stall."
The click was audible, echoing around the corridor loudly. Gojyo recognised the feeling of Sanzo's Smith and Wesson revolver pressing against the back of his head. The priest's next words were filled with malice and foreboding.
"If you ever talk about her like that again…no. If you ever even think of her like that again, I swear you will hit the ground so fast even a God couldn't catch you. By the time I'd have finished with you, you would wish I'd handed you over to Kougaiji."
"That's quite some threat there baldie. Some might say it sounds like you're a little jealous."
"I don't think you're in any position to be making accusations, kappa. However, I will enlighten you as to why you will not lay a hand on Akane. She is too good for you; she is like a sister to me, so I suggest, unless you wish your corpse to be buried, riddled with bullets, you will leave her the hell alone."
"Okay baldie, I'll leave her alone. I prefer brunettes anyhow".
With that Gojyo walked away down the corridor. Sanzo stood alone for a few minutes; battling with himself over whether he should continue to enlighten Gojyo as to how wrong he was. Maybe Akane would chose to keep her current hair colour. As it was, he had no idea what had brought about the change.
The room was empty this time; last time she'd opened her eyes she'd been in the arms of a handsome brunette. It was probably nicer to wake up to than an empty room.
The room was large, with one single bed, in which she slept. A window overlooked the bed, and on the far wall there was an antique dresser; above which was a pretty painting of some flowers.
The room was painted a soft blue; which immediately made her feel at home. She loved the colour blue; it caused her to become calm; and reminded her of the sky, and the see, and of water. Talking of which; she needed a bath. She lifted her hand to her head, and ran her hand through her short hair. Dust drifted off her hair as her hand passed it; it caused her to sneeze when it settled on her nose. Damn, she thought, I really could use a shower. She pulled herself reluctantly from the comfy, warm bed, and set about finding a bath or shower, and a towel. She soon discovered a door that lead into an en suit, complete with towels and soap. On the way to the bathroom, she passed a familiar chair, and realised with a pang that that was where Kouryu had been sitting, mere hours ago, when she had last awoken.
Kouryu, she sighed. What do I do?
The moment she had seen his face, a flood of memories had overtaken her. She was sure her eyes must have glazed over. Damn, she thought, he must think I'm ridiculous. And that speech about him being a Sanzo now? What was I thinking, I could have been more tactful, could I not?
A long shower allowed her to mull over the current problems which interfered with the simplicity of life. Most of these problems revolved around old friends and acquaintances. Most troublesome of all, for the time being, was Kouryu. She did not know, firstly, when he would be coming back. Before he did come back, she would have to figure out what to tell him about her current state of affairs. A.K.A. Why she was here, what she was doing, and she would probably, no, definitely, have to explain why her hair was now short and green. Although after this shower, she was quite sure her hair would just be short – the dye would be washed right down the drain.
Somehow, this thought was uncomforting. She had been hiding behind a mask for so long now, that she was unsure of how to act without one. Stepping out of the shower, and wrapping a towel around her, she turned towards the mirror. It was steamed up from the hot shower she had just taken, so she leaned forward and wiped away the condensation.
When she could see herself in the mirror, she sighed. The dye had indeed been washed out; her hair was once again the startling red she had been born with. She knew, in a way, her hair was beautiful. She loved her hair; really she did. In her youth, it was long, and thick; by the time she was eighteen, it had grown all the way down to the floor. She had loved nothing more than to brush through her hair, and have her hair doted upon by her master and friends as a child. Now she was twenty two, or thereabouts, with short hair, barely reaching her chin. It was unsettling. Her hair had always protected her in a way. Even being cut off, it was protecting her. Now she had nothing but the memories of the long, luscious locks that once hung from her scalp.
Next, she examined her face. Luckily, she had gained no extra scars in the last battle. But the ones she had already possessed were bad enough. Being thin, they barely marred her face at all. He would notice though; it was a likelihood he already had, he always did. She was sure they would fade, given time, but as yet, they were still there, visible to the naked eye. She sighed, it would have been better to have more scars on her body than her face. At least no one else would know of them that way. Dammnit.
Lastly, she undid her towel and let it fall to the floor, to examine her body; as always, the first thing she noticed was her size. Over the last few days she had managed to bag a couple of decent meals; thanks to the kindness of a certain man and his family. She was still underweight though; less than she had been, but you could still almost see her bones. This definitely wasn't attractive. Not that it mattered; there was no one around to see her this way. At least her clothes hid her body well enough.
Sighing yet again, she turned around to examine her back, sliding down the bandages slightly. Just as she had thought, she had been healed again; she'd managed to reopen the wounds in that last battle. It was probably the jump that had done it. Slamming into the ground had not helped; she was sure of it. However, what's a bit of bleeding, compared to having your heart ripped out as a friend died. Friend? Hell, he was more like family. She pulled up the bandages again; she'd live with it. It was worth it.
After towelling herself off; yanked on her previously discarded clothes, and brushed her teeth at top speed. Quickly returning to the main bedroom; but there was still no one around. She resigned herself to sitting on the bed to wait for the men to return. She still needed to think over her excuses after all.
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