A/N:

Thanks again for the reviews, you've been really, really nice, reviewing a stupid story. And then here I am again, letting you read yet another dumb chappie. Hope you'll forgive me. I promise I'll put you out of misery soon.

Anyway, please bear with me. Hope you'd still have the heart to review.

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The monk's dream

I caught him squarely, hitting him across the face. His eyes widened at surprise at the impact as I continuously hit him, jabbing him right and left.

Point one for me! That's for the number of the times he hit me this day!

After my ministrations, he was thrown backwards, but he staggered up again. After that, I fled to his side again, kicked him in the shins, in his ribs, and basically all parts of his body. I put all my energy in those kicks but somehow, this time, he wasn't thrown backwards or anything.

So I punched him, focusing all my energy in one fatal blow.

Point two for me! That's for tying me up in the wall.

Or at least I thought so.

Because he began to laugh, and said,

"That's it, Goku. Be strong."

There he goes again, going after my fighting techniques, as though I was the weakest person in the world.

Which probably isn't true.

Compared to other demons, of course. Not him.

Definitely not him.

Suddenly, he took out his blade, which was still tainted with Sanzo's blood.

I soon as I saw it, my anger ignited once more and I called out my staff at once.

I aimed for him, swinging my weapon hard on him. But he kind of veered it with his blade, holding my staff in place. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, concentrating to hold it as much as I could.

"Is that it, Goku? That's all you can do?" he asked me, and I tried even harder. I managed to move my staff farther towards him, but he was a lot stronger.

I was thrown off- balance this time and he punched me several times in the face, each blow stronger than the last.

Did you ever get in the situation wherein you start winning at first, and then a bad thing happened?

Then another bad thing?

And another? And another? Until you can't move; can't breathe?

Sort of like quicksand.

Well, that's what's happening now. One minute I thought I was winning this fight, then the next thing I knew, I was losing it.

This time, Homura managed to bury me under a huge pile of rocks. Don't ask me how.

I tried to get my bearings, and remove the offending rocks, but Homura didn't let me.

He now grabbed me by the neck, lifting me up high. I squirmed, kicking my legs frantically but he wouldn't release me.

My lungs started to burn, and I began to choke; needing desperately to have a whiff of breath.

"You're pathetic, Son Goku. Pathetic. And you say you'll kill me? Boy, that is just a faraway dream."

Dream. Yeah. Maybe.

But at least I will die trying. Trying to avenge Sanzo.

"But you know what? I think you do stand a chance."

Okay, this time, he's pulling my leg. Or is he? I'm really getting heady now, and in dire need of oxygen.

"That's not your real powers, is it? Or shall I remove your band?"

My band. Instinctively, I reach out to graze my fingertips over my band, feeling it.

Yes, he's right. This actually holds my power.

But no. I wouldn't use it. Sanzo said no, so I wouldn't.

"I thought you'll going to revenge Sanzo? Didn't you promise that you'll kill me just because I touched Sanzo? Or did you forget all about that?"

No, I didn't forget. But...

"Maybe you just made everything up. Maybe you really don't care for Sanzo, after all. You're a liar Goku."

"..Shut up..." I managed to hiss out the words, still struggling for breath. I couldn't take that one lying down. Although I knew he said those words to provoke me, there's a ring of truth in them.

If I removed my band, I might actually avenge Sanzo, and finally get rid of this shocking faced loon from the face of the earth.

But what about me? I could die, I know. But if this is for Sanzo...

Besides, Hakkai promised me. and I trust him.

And anyway, I really, really need the air now.

So my fingertips tightened at my band, my knuckles turning white.

Homura smiled at me, and I finally decided at that instant.

His smile was my last memory, as I unfurled my band, and dropped somewhere. I felt intense pain, and the next thing I knew, I was floating in darkness.







Sanzo:

What the hell?

A woman was sitting across from me, smiling somewhat seducing at me. She blinked her eyes twice at me, and her smile curved to a sarcastic smirk.

I recall her; long flowing dark hair, drooping eyes to match, and a healthy dose of upper asset.

Oh yeah. Wasn't she the one who tried to kiss me sometime before?

Where's my gun when I need it the most, I asked myself, when I realized that it's not there.

The woman, whoever she is, smirked even more. She said something, in that deep voice of hers.

"Looking for something, Konzen?"

Konzen. Again. What is it with these people. It's Sanzo.

S-a-n-z-o. Sanzo.

"Oi, old woman! Stop calling me Konzen. My name is Genjo Sanzo, and I demand you tell me where the hell am I!"

"Really, dear nephew, you haven't changed a bit. You're still the arrogant, bitchy and rude as hell person you've always been."

"I don't recall having an old geezer aunt like you."

I watched the woman control her anger, her vein popping out in her forehead.

She's weird. Really. What's wrong about saying something true?

"Sometimes Konzen, I wish I had cut off your tongue when I had the chance."

"Well you didn't, you old lady and it's your stupidity that's left you regretting it."

"Why you ingrateful, suffering-"

"Just tell me where I am and what the hell am I doing here."

That shut her up.

"Well, nephew honey, you're back where you belong." she said huffily, obviously irritated.

Huh?

Do I look like a geek?

"I do not like to repeat myself, my old geezer aunt."

"Okay, fine. You are in heaven. Got that? Heaven. Complete with your little bossy gods and their dumb little rules."

I smirked. Am I dead, then?

"No, you're not dead. I would just like to help you, believe it or not." she said poutily, probably thinking that she looks adorable.

Please. Wait, did she just answer my question? I didn't say that out loud. However, I chose to ignore it.

"Maybe you didn't know but I don't need your help. Nor anyone's."

"Hold your wagging tongue, honey. You haven't even asked me why you need your dear auntie's help."

"Maybe that's because I don't need it."

She sighed as though she was talking to a dumb little kid. Finally, she stood up, and started walking.

"Oi, where are you going, old lady? I'm not done talking to you."

She stopped and looked at me, her expression saying 'Duh!'. Then she resumed walking again, her long hair swishing behind her like a pony's tail. Feeling that I had to follow her to make heads and tails of where I am and why I'm here.

I followed her directions, but funny thing is, I feel like I know the place.

Something about it seems and feels familiar. I try to put at the back of my mind and try to be indifferent. I couldn't be seen by that old lady looking like I've seen a ghost.

Anyway, I reached her, and she was sitting by the water. I turned my attention to the water, and I was surprised to see it moving.

Not so much that the water lilies and the frogs were moving, but there were images.

I crawled nearer, trying to see what the images were. But they were blurry. I strained my eyes, but I couldn't even recognize anything.

I didn't realize that she was watching my every move. When she saw that I was interested in the images, she kind of waved her hand over the water, and like magic, everything cleared, and the image was so real. However, all I could see was a tangle of limbs and smoke. It seems like the woman was watching someone fight.

"You always love to watch fights" How very interesting." I said dryly. But she didn't pay me any attention.

She was watching the water very closely, and she began talking.

"My name is Kanzeon. And I really am your aunt. In your past life, that is. I saw you grow up, and endured it. For that matter, I should really be tough. Ne?" she asked me, but she didn't actually needed an answer. She resumed talking.

"I know you enough, and I also know one of your very intimate secrets. You pretend your cool and nothing's bothering you but I know deep inside, something is. Everyone has that. But I know that particularly this 'thing' is most troublesome for you." As she said that, he spread her arms over the water again, and I turned to look at the image once more. And I get the biggest shock of my life.

Goku.

It was Goku. Bleeding to death, gripping his staff tightly that his knuckles were white.

It suddenly hit me. I was at Homura's tower, rescuing him. I even had this plan, but it backfired. I didn't see him taking out his blade because the lights were really dim. I also remember being struck in the chest and hurtle through the air. I look down; my wound was gone, and healed. I look up confusedly.

"Wha-"

"Look. To make the long story short, after you lose your consciousness, Goku asked your other companions, Hajyo or something like it, to take you home. You're on the brink of your death, and currently, your body is being transported out of the tower. Meanwhile, your pet monkey is working his ass off to avenge you down there."

Goku asked Hakkai to take care of me? And he's fighting for me? Me?

I looked down the water again, and I saw him, gripped on the neck by Homura. I couldn't actually hear the words, but somehow I sensed what was going to happen next.

And the next instant, my suspicions were confirmed. Goku took his band away. I watch as he change completely, his eyes having a bleak look and his fangs were growing sharper and nails longer. He's no longer the Goku I know.

"You don't have to ask me or tell me what you want, because I doubt you even know what you want. So I'm giving you a chance, I'll make you regain consciousness. Then do whatever you like."

Her words were quick, and I don't really have the time to digest what she have just said. I was hearing voices from far away, and it was a voice that sounded too familiar.

I look at the image again, and I felt moved, and felt something that connected us.

A bond. Something stronger than friendship.

I felt peculiar watching Goku avenge him for something, and much more peculiar to think that I actually had the face and will to save the monkey.



I turned to look at Kanzeon. She winked at me.

"Sayonara, Konzen, and good luck. Hope you'll get your tongue cut off the next time I see you."







Gojyo carried Sanzo on his back, fighting the urge to just throw the monk off somewhere. He was still angry with him for having interrupted his activity with Hakkai earlier. If Hakkai hadn't pleaded and if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation, he would have gladly let the monk die and rot. But Hakkai had had to intervene.

But anyway, he decided it was alright, since he made his lover promise him. Hakkai sounded a tad worried about the promise, and asked what it would be. But it would be a secret. Only Gojyo could think about many pleasurable promises in store for him. He began daydreaming about those hot promises, when he felt something wrong.

Something was pounding feebly on his back.

He turned around abruptly, but no one was there.

He shook his head, and resumed to his lustful dreams. But the pounding continued.

He turned around again, and when he saw no one, he began to get really irritated .

"Damn to hell, am I getting spooked with the tower of the ghost?"

"No, you red-haired kappa. I didn't think you were as stupid as you look. Let me go or I'll shoot your head."

Gojyo almost dropped the talking, fully conscious Sanzo.

"Let me go, half-breed."

Out of shock, Gojyo did, and stared at him.

"You! You're alive. I mean, awake. And where the hell is your wound? How did it close? Where the hell have you been?!"

"In case you didn't notice, you were carrying me the whole time."

Gojyo looked astounded.

"Yeah! That's right. But how in the world-"

"Urusai!"

Sanzo took the gun from his pocket which was suddenly there. He left Kanzeon in the other world and came back to his body. The old lady cleaned his wound, and gave him enough power.

Now he knew what she was talking about. Something about needing her help with. And this is it. Maybe he could really cut his tongue after this.

"Go on home, Gojyo. And take Hakkai with you. I swear I won't be disturbing you."

Gojyo snorted.

"Just make that sure or this time I won't be really nice."

He turned around and went home, even whistling.

Then Sanzo loaded his gun with bullets, and slapped it shut.

He strided back to the top tower, and opened the great big doors. He stepped inside and blasted a single shot, hoping to be in the light.

And he succeeded. Two heads whipped in his direction, and one had his jaw down the floor.











A/N:

Disclaimer: I got some lines from 'the replacements'.

Chap 7. another utterly and boring chapter. But don't worry, I wont be letting you read this stupid story anymore, I promise. It's going to end like really soon. Anyway, I hope someone out there would comfort me. :'( anyway, please send some reviews, I would love to hear from you, wheter it be critique or not. Ja now! Love you guys!