Chapter 1 Elusive Memories
Disclaimer: Saiyuki Gaiden belongs to Kazuya Minekura, and this disclaimer will be effective for all chapters. I wish Konzen were mine, but tough luck.
Author's Note: This is a fic set in Gaiden, fiv hundred years ago, and takes events dating even way before, out of the scope of Saiyuki. The Gaiden story is the same, but I've inserted things here and there, but rest assured, the ending will fit with the original. Enjoy!
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"How long has it been? Seven hundred years?"
"I beg your pardon, Kanzeon-sama?"
The Goddess Of Mercy turned her back on the window and smiled devilishly at Jiroushin. That is, she hardly ever smiles any other way, thought the estranged servant. Funny how she turns out to be the different one in a family of quiet, polite -
"Old hag!!!"
The double doors flung open and a very furious blonde stomped in, carrying a sheaf of papers. Or correctly, a sheaf of scribbled papers. And the blonde isn't too happy about it. Kanzeon looked at him with bored eyes. "Calm down, Konzen. You're scaring my fishes."
"To damnation with the fishes!" Konzen spat as he slammed the papers on his desk, sending Jiroushin scurrying in terror. Despite the wrath that emanated from him, Kanzeon was not the least intimidated. Rather, one could say she was enjoying it. "What a nice picture," She picked one sheet and giggled at the stick-drawing. "I didn't know you had a talent for the fine arts, Konzen."
"You know who did this." Konzen growled, a vein running at his temple. "I've had it up to HERE with him! I - "
"You were just as unmanageable when you were young," Kanzeon cut off his word as she blithely swept the papers into a wastebasket. "So perhaps you should rethink, hmm?"
Konzen didn't answer, not because he thought she was right. But because for the first time in hundreds of years, something finally struck him. And he didn't like the thought.
"What is it? Goku got your tongue?" Kanzeon chuckled as she languidly got up and walked over to the large window. Seven hundred years, she thought as she looked out to the eternal sakura garden. Seven hundred years have passed, and now it's time to live. Good.
"Ch," Konzen finally recovered his composure. "Reminiscing, old hag? I can't remember being brought up by you."
Kanzeon turned around, eyes reflecting astonishment, but a second later the look vanished, replaced by the devilish smile again. "You don't remember your childhood, do you, Konzen?"
"There are other things to remember besides that!" He snapped and turned heel. "I have to find that stupid monkey..." He growled and exited.
Kanzeon stared at the doors for a moment before sitting down again. "Seven hundred years ago you were a child," She murmured. "And even though you had no mother, there was always..."
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Kuso baba. Talking about childhood. Come to think of it, that's the first time she ever mentioned it to me. Ch. Who's she to talk, when all this while she's been treating me like some stupid official instead of her nephew?
Childhood memories...
His steps faltered, but he didn't stop walking. Try as he may, he couldn't remember. Him, a child? The idea was even harder to imagine than Goku as an adult. Konzen had been an adult for as long as he could remember, and that was that.
But surely you were once a child, a little voice argued. It disturbed him that he could not remember... he had a vague notion that he and Tenpou were about the same age, give or take fifty years. Age was never a relevant question here in Tenkai. All the same, he couldn't remember one whit...
A yelp somewhere in the building snapped him back to reality. That saru!
Author's note: Simple, yet a take nobody's experimented on. Review, plz!
Disclaimer: Saiyuki Gaiden belongs to Kazuya Minekura, and this disclaimer will be effective for all chapters. I wish Konzen were mine, but tough luck.
Author's Note: This is a fic set in Gaiden, fiv hundred years ago, and takes events dating even way before, out of the scope of Saiyuki. The Gaiden story is the same, but I've inserted things here and there, but rest assured, the ending will fit with the original. Enjoy!
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"How long has it been? Seven hundred years?"
"I beg your pardon, Kanzeon-sama?"
The Goddess Of Mercy turned her back on the window and smiled devilishly at Jiroushin. That is, she hardly ever smiles any other way, thought the estranged servant. Funny how she turns out to be the different one in a family of quiet, polite -
"Old hag!!!"
The double doors flung open and a very furious blonde stomped in, carrying a sheaf of papers. Or correctly, a sheaf of scribbled papers. And the blonde isn't too happy about it. Kanzeon looked at him with bored eyes. "Calm down, Konzen. You're scaring my fishes."
"To damnation with the fishes!" Konzen spat as he slammed the papers on his desk, sending Jiroushin scurrying in terror. Despite the wrath that emanated from him, Kanzeon was not the least intimidated. Rather, one could say she was enjoying it. "What a nice picture," She picked one sheet and giggled at the stick-drawing. "I didn't know you had a talent for the fine arts, Konzen."
"You know who did this." Konzen growled, a vein running at his temple. "I've had it up to HERE with him! I - "
"You were just as unmanageable when you were young," Kanzeon cut off his word as she blithely swept the papers into a wastebasket. "So perhaps you should rethink, hmm?"
Konzen didn't answer, not because he thought she was right. But because for the first time in hundreds of years, something finally struck him. And he didn't like the thought.
"What is it? Goku got your tongue?" Kanzeon chuckled as she languidly got up and walked over to the large window. Seven hundred years, she thought as she looked out to the eternal sakura garden. Seven hundred years have passed, and now it's time to live. Good.
"Ch," Konzen finally recovered his composure. "Reminiscing, old hag? I can't remember being brought up by you."
Kanzeon turned around, eyes reflecting astonishment, but a second later the look vanished, replaced by the devilish smile again. "You don't remember your childhood, do you, Konzen?"
"There are other things to remember besides that!" He snapped and turned heel. "I have to find that stupid monkey..." He growled and exited.
Kanzeon stared at the doors for a moment before sitting down again. "Seven hundred years ago you were a child," She murmured. "And even though you had no mother, there was always..."
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Kuso baba. Talking about childhood. Come to think of it, that's the first time she ever mentioned it to me. Ch. Who's she to talk, when all this while she's been treating me like some stupid official instead of her nephew?
Childhood memories...
His steps faltered, but he didn't stop walking. Try as he may, he couldn't remember. Him, a child? The idea was even harder to imagine than Goku as an adult. Konzen had been an adult for as long as he could remember, and that was that.
But surely you were once a child, a little voice argued. It disturbed him that he could not remember... he had a vague notion that he and Tenpou were about the same age, give or take fifty years. Age was never a relevant question here in Tenkai. All the same, he couldn't remember one whit...
A yelp somewhere in the building snapped him back to reality. That saru!
Author's note: Simple, yet a take nobody's experimented on. Review, plz!