Warning: Wackiness...maybe one or two swears...but the wackiness! "I'LL SHOW YOU WACKEEE!!!" ~Nny
Disclaimer: Gensomaden Saiyuki nor Gaiden are mine, and I don't own Johnny the Homocidal Maniac either (from which the quote above was taken. Jhonen Vasquez is a god. Ahem. Yes.) Dun sue me, or I'll send the wackee after you!!
Feedback: I wrote this more for fun than really for reviews, but it'll be a bonus if I get some!
This is what...the third fic I've written in the last 24 hours. Whew, tired. But I need to get these ideas out of me head! School's starting Wednesday!!! NOOOO!!!
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Kenren found what he was looking for under the sakura trees, staring the pale petals wafting down, almost in his own little world. The skinny little form was slumped, almost dejectedly. It was rare that he saw the boy so...inactive.
"Yo, kid."
The brown mop lifted up to reveal a pair of soft golden eyes.
"'lo, Kenren-san."
The older man plopped down next to the boy, looking off at the rain of pink around them.
"I heard what happened."
Goku's form seemed to deflate even more as he sighed.
"Konzen-san said I can't follow him around anymore. Said he was too busy and couldn't be bothered."
Kenren ruffled the young one's head. "Cheer up. That Konzen's always been a prick and wouldn't know fun if it was shoved up his ass."
He was met with a pair of glaring eyes and a frown.
"Konzen's not like that! He-"
Kenren brought his hands in front of him, grinning. "Whoa, kid. Calm down. I was only kidding." Sighing, he ran a hand through his shiny black hair. "We all know Konzen really cares, even if he tries to hide it. He'll forgive you soon enough." Turning his head and winking, he tapped Goku on the nose. "Just don't tell him I was the one who called him a softie. He'll have my hide."
Goku nodded, a smile lighting up his face.
"Good." The older man stood up, dragging the confused Goku to his feet, too.
"Now, while we're waiting for that prick's hair to grow back, I think I know someone you can follow around for a little while..."
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Konzen rubbed his eyes, as he had been reading the same report for the past hour and a half, but couldn't get beyond the first line. It was too quiet.
Did he feel bad for yelling at Goku? Yes. But did Goku deserve it? Yes. His scalp was still sensitive from where the strands were pulled out.
Huffing slightly, he tried to focus back on the report. This was no time to be thinking of that monkey. Now that he actually had some quiet, he could get his work done.
...
...
It was too quiet.
And when it was too quiet, it meant Goku was causing havoc somewhere else. And whom would it get blamed on?
Almost immediately, the door to his office broke open, a pissed Goujun storming in. Konzen only had to look an inch to the right to find Goku held by the scruff of his shirt. In his tiny grasp was a handful of hair. White hair.
Kami-sama... Konzen could feel a headache coming on.
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Outside, Kenren snickered.
~ Owari ~
Author's Note: This was a quickie, so it may lack quality and such. Oh well, it was fun. Don't get me wrong, I love Goujun, but my braid always gets pulled by my friends, and he has a braid, and it just clicked. Heh.