"Sanzo..."
The brown-haired boy sadly looked at the older male, "I..."
"If you say you're hungry or miss that bitch girl..."
The over irate priest finished off his mild cigarette and reached for his pistol, "So help me and you will have to apologize to the lord in Hell."
A dramatic pause by the purple-eyed priest and a mutter, "Not that you would stay there ... I just cannot get rid of you..."
None could see the crosshairs focused on one of their party. It was not the 5'11" male with a dark silent smile as if the grin was only a mask over the brooding pain in his soul – the orphanage, the incest with his sister, the people who turned his sister and lover over to the same demon-lord that Kougaiji saved Yaone form, the blood of demons that curse his existence, and the hanging possibly with his sweet nature with the busty alchemist.
The target happened to be the white thing perched on his shoulder like an arrogant parrot refusing to take on his other form, besides as the "Merciful Goddess" would say, it was more fun this way.
Through the air came two bronze bracelets in the white dragon's direction. Hakkai and Hakkaryu by a hair's breath dodged them, but probably could not the second time around, Li Nataku was there edging for death.
Lucky for him, Son Goku spoke the same feeling that the lotus-boy would have against him, "He is strong - I must fight him..."
With Yin-attuned blade Koe Tenka came into the building battle, he likely choose the scarlet-haired beauty as his foe. Hakkai cheery face was not well, someone dare to attack something this cute. His kung fu would face that of the duke of thunder, Raishinshi.
As the bear or rabbit-eared hero arrived atop his hippo...
"Hey!"
The white animal protested, "I resent that, su!"
(Gomen. Please don't break the four wall again, Supusun, or the author might be temped to up the PG-rating ... like say Dakki lending Kibi her paopei of temptation in some lemony lesbian action, then the little hellion engages some beast logy at your expense...)
"Okay, su..."
(Now where was I ... ah!)
With whip in hand and seeing Sanzo's leathery clothing under his priest's robes, he tried this best to not to be in "those kind of fan fictions" and to end the pointless fight.
Tails seeing this battle in the distance cautioned her friends, "By and large, the finest situation for the pack is the high ground, the place where the sun is not in your face, the daytime so that you can see the prey ... even though night has its uses in tracking, we wolves can see well in the day and the night ... neither hot nor cold ... in Spring or Fall season, for that is when it is best to train pups and prepare for Winter, and a wide trail..."
"Why say that," Xi asked hoping to place his claw somewhere personal without getting bopped by Sonic.
"These all relate to traveling on a safe and easy route, Xi," the wolf-girl answered the goblin and leapt for the fray – to her strategy it was unlikely ground for a fight.
Not that Goku or Nataku cared, though for some reason the first of these two would not recognize the name as one form his mysterious past.
GLOMP!
There was Tails on the redheaded fighter's back, "Cute! Cute! Cute..."
She then did the same to Raishinshi calling him a cute little bat, her flighty nature bubbled over and bowed to Sanzo, "I forgot to do something! Please forgive me, Lord Sanzo, for being so rude to you and your servants ... you caught me in a terrible mood ..."
"He's Sanzo ... I thought..."
"He really isn't that a moral priest isn't he?"
Two shots into the air at this insult came. Nataku, came to rest form atop his flying wheels that jutted below his slippers. He heed at her nice eyes peering at him. He could care less that Tails existed or anything else did. She liked what she saw in him.
"Hsüan Yüan Huang Ti ... Please excuse Tails," the hedgehog girl shook her head, as it was related that a dragon informing his siblings could endanger the lives of Nataku's family, especially his mother...
Tail's faced Taikoubou with fangs sticking out of her mouth and glorifying his over-cute ride, "You should be more careful ... you must be a sage, and a cute one at that ... sages must be wise ... wisdom allows the pack Alpha to make good judgments and to know when to come to blows and when not to exchange blows, right? Correct? Right, cute animal?"
"He is not really, su..."
"Please excuse her," Sonic sighed the same pitch as Supusun, "She is like the firefly ... brief flashes of brilliances ... and the rest of the time, a dull bulb."
"Is that an insult?"
The woman in the brown bodysuit, semitransparent skirt, stockings, and a trashing tail took on her lupine shape, "I don't care how much it hurts me ... or how un-tasty you are ... or how it will hurt going down – I'll gobble you up!"
"Stupid dog! Stupid deer-head eaters! Stupid dog!"
"Stop it ... stop it, I will kill you all..."
"I'm a wolf! And proud of it!"
She gave chase of the cheery hedgehog giggling at her.
"I think things are getting a little too weird for words, su..."
"You said it," the large cat said jokingly to the guy dressed like a jester and having the personality of a creature named Zeloss, "Right?"
"He said it. It is all in the sense of fun, don't you think?"
"Fun? They almost killed each other and you are leaving some loose ends..."
"Okay, my furry friend," he patted its ears, "How about Doctor Nii Jiani has a spy in the area analyzing the powers of a paopei..."
"A spy? Who is the spy? Who?"
"How about Tails? She is double-faced... I thought she was working on instinct – the hunting instinct, playing, eating, sleeping, fighting and mating..."
"True, true, her instincts are evident. I was speaking of the author's use of philosophy it is like he might be holding Eastern though as superior towards of the West."
"I don't think it is good to psychoanalyze the author, he might run on us..."
"Is there any meaning to life? Does it have purpose? Does it have value or any importance? Where do we come from? What is truth? Where are we going? Is there an objective moral code or has it just been contrived? If the moral code and laws were contrived, who gave the people the right to make them? Is there a god? Is there a soul? Can our conscious nature survive bodily death?"
"Think of that makes my head hurt..."
"Thinking of that makes my head hurt..."
"Yes it does – that is the essence of philosophy," a nod, "Or best thought by H.L. Mencken, "Philosophy consists of largely one philosopher arguing that all the others are jackasses. He usually proves it, and I should ass he usually proves that he is one himself."
"I see..."
"Do you? Or is it only an illusion?"
A laugh confusing the feline.