Episode III – Corridor Encounter
Goku ran into Sanzo. Quite literally, in fact.
"Oof!"
"$#%@$!!!!"
Thoughts of momentum and kinematics flashed briefly across Goku's mind as they fell backwards.
Well, Sanzo fell backwards. Goku ... landed on Sanzo.
"BAKAZARU!!!!"
Sanzo was in a bad mood. In fact, Sanzo was in a very bad mood.
"Get the FUCK off me!"
"Ne, ne, I'm trying!"
Someone sniggered nearby. Two guys swaggered over. "I thought that monks weren't supposed to get into such things," the taller of the two said.
There was an explosion from somewhere in front, a whistling sound beside his ear, and the sound of two projectiles travelling at high speed embedding themselves in the wall less than an inch away from his head.
"You missed, dude."
The shorter one nudged him furiously and pointed. The gun was now pointing at the space directly between his eyes.
"The next bullet goes straight through your numbskull," the owner of the gun grated.
"I'm not afraid of you, sucker."
"I wouldn't say that, if I were you," a pleasant voice said from somewhere behind.
They spun. A man in green stood some distance away, a little white dragon perched on his shoulder. "Sanzo could put a bullet right through your eye at 500 meters."
"The left eye," Goku added.
They didn't move, frozen in shock. "This is where you run away," Hakkai prompted them softly.
"Right, yes!" the shorter one grabbed his companion's arm. "Let's get out of here!"
"What is this?!" a new voice cried in shock. They turned. The vice principal was staring at the two bullet holes in the wall. He glanced at the gun in Sanzo's hand. "You have to pay for this, you know."
Violet eyes narrowed, and the Death Glare that hit him had the force of a bus travelling at 70 miles per hour. The VP stepped back, but refused to yield. "If you don't, I'll have to confiscate the gun."
Sanzo practically threw the Gold Card at him.
"Well... yes..." the VP coughed. "This should do. Come with me. What's your name?"
"He's in a bad mood. I wouldn't push my luck, if I were you," Hakkai whispered.
"I'm afraid that shooting fellow students isn't allowed. It's strictly against the rules."
"Stop wasting my time, or I waste you," Sanzo snarled. He snapped the safety on the gun off.
"Hey, hey, calm down..." the VP said frantically. "How about... you pay for the damages, we fix up the wall, and none of us will ever mention this again?"
"Just hurry the fuck up."
"Sannnzzzzzoooooo... I'm hungry!" Goku wailed.
Sanzo spun around and delivered several well-placed blows with his paper fan. Hakkai hid a grin. The VP just stared.
"What was that for?" Goku demanded.
"Shut up, bakazaru!" Sanzo stormed off, the VP in tow.
Goku turned to Hakkai. "Haaaaakkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaiii... I need money to get food! Please? Please? Please?"
Hakkai smiled. "Alright, alright. Just don't be late for your next lesson..."
Goku looked at the wall clock. "I think I already am..."
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