Chapter 2: The Many Shortcomings of Genjo Sanzo Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki but Saiyuki owns me!!

The ikkou had to deal with a cranky micro Sanzo throughout breakfast. The pint-sized monk had no problems running around the table and attempting to beat the crap out of anyone who pissed him off (which was everybody) with his equally microscopic harisen (that seemed to have shrunk with him). The only thing was that he kept tripping over and falling over the crumbs that fell on the table and then he would double the nano cursing and violent behaviour.

Gojyo: *grins* Not so big now are you, bozu?

Sanzo: *tiny squeal of rage* How dare you!?!!?!? Kono BAKA KAPPA!! *whacks Gojyo's knuckles in a flurry of anger with the harisen*

Hakkai: Maa, maa, Sanzo. You shouldn't get stressed because you'll strain your small heart even further, ne? *feeds Sanzo tiny crumbs of bread*

Sanzo: This is all your fault! *climbs onto Gojyo's spoon and starts berating him madly*

Gojyo: Take this you namagusa bozu! *dunks the spoon into his porridge*

Sanzo: *drowning in the mushy goop* Why you-aieeee-glubmrfflsplutter-

Goku: Sanzo!!! *rescues him from the porridge bowl*

Hakkai: *towelling Sanzo off with a paper napkin* Be quiet for now, e, Sanzo?

Sanzo: Put me down!-mffpph

Hakkai: *cups his hands to shield the hyperactively violent little Sanzo* We'll each have to babysit him for the day until we find a cure.

Goku: I'll do it!!!!!

Sanzo: *muffled* Nooooo!!!!