I'm baaaaaaaack. Here's chapter three, hope ya'll like it. Eh, nothing much to say about it.
It's kinda short, kindly deal with that. Oh yeah ... for anybody who may be confused about the
10 squiggly thingies, they represent scene changes. Enjoy!
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After reading the note Gojyo stuck the note under the bed sheets *before* anyone, namely Makoto,
could see it. She cocked an eyebrow at the red head's hasty movements. He shrugged off the
concern.
"It's nothing. Just a love letter, y'know? Private stuff."
Makoto snorted.
"Right. Go to sleep, perverted kappa. We're heading out tomorrow."
"Hauh!" Gojyo mock saluted and lay back down.
"Yoshi."
The girl warrior watched him fall asleep, then brushed her fingers over his forehead to check for
fever.
None.
"Oyasumi nasai, Gojyo," she said softly, then left.
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The others looked at Makoto expectantly as she walked into the bar. She shrugged in answer.
"Either he's really good at hiding it, or he doesn't have any fever. I couldn't see any
flesh wounds and I couldn't smell any alcohol on his breath, despite the fact that he looks hung
over. Really, really hung over."
Hakkai and Sanzo exchanged glances and shruged. Goku blinked. The two youkai looked a bit
concerned for their teammate, but Sanzo didn't really seem to care, Makoto mused.
Then again, he doesn't seem to care about anything but himself.
She sighed.
I can't wait to find ... those people in my dreams. They could be the answers.
"We should turn in for the night," Hakkai suggested, "We're leaving early tomorrow."
Sanzo shrugged and stood.
"Whatever. I'll be back later."
Goku and the others watched him leave, then stood themselves and disappeared to their own rooms.
They didn't know where the monk was going, but then, they rarely did. The way Sanzo's mind
worked was a mystery to them all, and one they were not going to figure out any time soon.
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Gojyo tossed around in his bed. Sleep eluded him, his head felt like elephants were tap dancing,
and he couldn't get comfortable. The blanket made him too hot and without it he was too cold.
He groaned. He hardly ever got sick, one of the advantages of being a youkai, but when he did he
hated it. Something when THUD in his room. The window had been opened.
Nanda yo?
All his senses were suddenly hyper alert. Gojyo continued to toss about, pretending he hadn't
heard anything. He wasn't as stupid as the others thought, not after living with a mother like
his.
Someone ... iie, some youkai, is in here. It's not Hakkai or Goku either. Ch'k'so! I'm
in no condition to fight, though I'm gonna do it anyway. K'SO! What *else* could possibly go
wrong *now*?
"Are you sure this is the one?" a low voice hissed.
"Hai. This is the one from the inn bar. The one who our master wants," the other replied.
They were standing over Gojyo now. He felt a hand grasp his arm and was instantly awake,
reaching for it. The red head yanked the offending hand away and delivered a set of punches to
his opponents stomach as he threw the youkai into the wall. Jumping off the bed, Gojyo threw
the other into the wall as well, then threw the first over a small table. A loud crash sounded.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me?" he demanded.
One of the shadowy figures lunged at him. People were begining to become aware of something
amiss. The youkai were becoming slightly panicked. In a last attempt to complete their mission,
one vaulted himself at Gojyo, knocking him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. The
youkai extended its nails and the red head under him grimaced, preparing to be skewered.
Shimatta ... what a way to go. I've got no luck, I guess.
~Owari, chapter 3~
So, you like? You no like? Review it, onegai!!!
It's kinda short, kindly deal with that. Oh yeah ... for anybody who may be confused about the
10 squiggly thingies, they represent scene changes. Enjoy!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After reading the note Gojyo stuck the note under the bed sheets *before* anyone, namely Makoto,
could see it. She cocked an eyebrow at the red head's hasty movements. He shrugged off the
concern.
"It's nothing. Just a love letter, y'know? Private stuff."
Makoto snorted.
"Right. Go to sleep, perverted kappa. We're heading out tomorrow."
"Hauh!" Gojyo mock saluted and lay back down.
"Yoshi."
The girl warrior watched him fall asleep, then brushed her fingers over his forehead to check for
fever.
None.
"Oyasumi nasai, Gojyo," she said softly, then left.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The others looked at Makoto expectantly as she walked into the bar. She shrugged in answer.
"Either he's really good at hiding it, or he doesn't have any fever. I couldn't see any
flesh wounds and I couldn't smell any alcohol on his breath, despite the fact that he looks hung
over. Really, really hung over."
Hakkai and Sanzo exchanged glances and shruged. Goku blinked. The two youkai looked a bit
concerned for their teammate, but Sanzo didn't really seem to care, Makoto mused.
Then again, he doesn't seem to care about anything but himself.
She sighed.
I can't wait to find ... those people in my dreams. They could be the answers.
"We should turn in for the night," Hakkai suggested, "We're leaving early tomorrow."
Sanzo shrugged and stood.
"Whatever. I'll be back later."
Goku and the others watched him leave, then stood themselves and disappeared to their own rooms.
They didn't know where the monk was going, but then, they rarely did. The way Sanzo's mind
worked was a mystery to them all, and one they were not going to figure out any time soon.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Gojyo tossed around in his bed. Sleep eluded him, his head felt like elephants were tap dancing,
and he couldn't get comfortable. The blanket made him too hot and without it he was too cold.
He groaned. He hardly ever got sick, one of the advantages of being a youkai, but when he did he
hated it. Something when THUD in his room. The window had been opened.
Nanda yo?
All his senses were suddenly hyper alert. Gojyo continued to toss about, pretending he hadn't
heard anything. He wasn't as stupid as the others thought, not after living with a mother like
his.
Someone ... iie, some youkai, is in here. It's not Hakkai or Goku either. Ch'k'so! I'm
in no condition to fight, though I'm gonna do it anyway. K'SO! What *else* could possibly go
wrong *now*?
"Are you sure this is the one?" a low voice hissed.
"Hai. This is the one from the inn bar. The one who our master wants," the other replied.
They were standing over Gojyo now. He felt a hand grasp his arm and was instantly awake,
reaching for it. The red head yanked the offending hand away and delivered a set of punches to
his opponents stomach as he threw the youkai into the wall. Jumping off the bed, Gojyo threw
the other into the wall as well, then threw the first over a small table. A loud crash sounded.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me?" he demanded.
One of the shadowy figures lunged at him. People were begining to become aware of something
amiss. The youkai were becoming slightly panicked. In a last attempt to complete their mission,
one vaulted himself at Gojyo, knocking him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. The
youkai extended its nails and the red head under him grimaced, preparing to be skewered.
Shimatta ... what a way to go. I've got no luck, I guess.
~Owari, chapter 3~
So, you like? You no like? Review it, onegai!!!
