So...what's your name...? Myka asked, her eyes looking curiously at Sanzo, who challenaged her by seeing her from the corner of his eye.
You name isn't Sanzo-
How do you know?
You don't have that red speck on your head.
...red speck...
What's wrong? It is a red speck.
...My real name is Kouryuu, but I hate that name, so call me Sanzo.
Sanzo...alright, I will call you Sanzo if you call me Myka.
What's your real name...? Not that I care-
...Why are you here...with me?
Why not?
...Leave me alone... Myka.
I'll see you tomorrow then. She smiled warmly and skipped off, only to trip over her robes and fall unto the ground. Sanzo stayed where he was, blinking with mild interest as she picked herself up, red in the face, and it was after she was out of earshot he began to snicker quietly.
Scroll three: Belonging Reminiscence
Twilight drenched the desert as our heroes settled down making camp, remaining sunlight dripping lazily through the rolling clouds. Splashes of red and orange bathed the ground shamelessly, outlining Goku as he stretched and yawned rather loudly.
I was getting cramped in there. he threw a dangerous glare at the kappa. And disgusted, from someone...
Gojyo promptly ignored the comment as he leaped out of Jeep, taking Myka's hand and guiding her out.
Thank you... She rubbed her arm shyly. But I'm kind of capable... her eyes snagged his face expression. Oh, but I appreciate it. It's been awhile sense I've been treated so kindly.
Sanzo snorted and busied himself by watching Hakkai light a fire, and telling Goku it was his turn to get out sleeping bags.
Do I hafta...?
Move it.
Soon, everyone was ringed around the flame, except for Myka, who had insisted in laying a few feet away, and so she lay, on her stomach with her face propped up by her elbows, her hair spilling over and around her shoulders.
Sanzo, make her come over her, she's going to freeze. Goku complained, casting a glance over to her. She looked away. Sanzo peered over his glasses, and let out an annoyed sigh.
Hakkai's green eyes flickered in slight empathy as he took his own blanket off and walked towards her, crouching down beside her and throwing the blanket over her shoulders. Myka sat up and let it fall, catching it before it got sandy and passed it back to him, wordlessly.
I don't belong here... She explained, averting his steady and asking gaze.
Where do you belong? He played with the blanket between his fingers, ignoring the much to loud and slightly jealous, hmph.' from Gojyo.
I used to think with Sanzo-kun...but... She looked uneasily over at the priest, who was playing a game of Mahjong with Goku tiredly. I guess...nowhere. She looked up at the sky, where stars were just beginning to peek out of it's magenta layers.
You know, I once believed that to. Hakkai spoke, jumping her some. She expected him to leave, but instead, he made himself comfortable beside her. Glancing over at him, her gut wrenched alittle; his eyes were beautiful, but sorrow tainted them. Catching her look, he smiled softly. Like I was forbidden...I care not get into details, but. He held his palm out to her. Look closely.
She did, and found his life line extended by some permanent marker, it's thick line standing out proudly.
Goku did that. He chuckled, a gentle rumbling from his chest. Before, I felt like I deserved to die, wanted to, even, but now... A breeze picked up and his dark hair chased it longingly. My life-line's extended, I have to live...I want to. Gojyo and the others taught me that.
As if on que the sound of Goku's infuriated shouts and the smell of tobacco pricked her senses. Myka blinked in surprise at Hakkai, who kept his eyes skyward.
Hakkai, can I trust you? She inquired, so softly Hakkai had to strain his hearing to listen.
Perhaps. Why?
I no longer know Sanzo-kun...he has changed... She struggled and picked her words carefully, as if treading on ice. Part of that is my fault, I know, but...I just...does he want me here...?
Hakkai's eyes found hers, and his face became grim and unreadable.
I'm not sure, Myka... He paused, considering his answer. I won't tell you whether to stay or not, that is your own decision. I won't ask or get into details about what had happened to you to make you question so. Darkness consumed the light faster than he realized, he draped the blanket across her shoulders.
She said softly, her eyes shadowed by her bangs. He was about to stand up, but reclined to do so and crouched instead. There will be times, when I'll tell you in my anger that I don't need you, that I'm better off by myself, even that I hate you. She took a long, shaky breath, her outline quivering. Know that I'm lying when I say those things.
Hakkai frowned; he sensed something was going on with her that she didn't tell him. She was hiding something, and whatever it was, it stained her eyes with an uncertain and broken air that looked so familiar...
Yes, that it was familiar because he had that same look in his eyes, long ago.
Would you like me stay? He offered, he felt it his duty for some reason, even though sleeping on the dirt with a girl he just met might seem a little suspicious to the rest of his party.
No, you belong over there.
Then you do as much as I. He stood up smoothly and held out his hand. Her silver eyes searched his for a second, and she took his hand, standing up and graciously letting it go.
It's about time. Gojyo mused as Myka gave him the gift of settling herself next to him, smiling faintly as her large eyes traced Hakkai's movements until he came to rest. The fire cackled and sent the occasional flare as they sat awkwardly, Sanzo finishing his game of Mahjong with Goku by murmuring softly.
Why is it so quiet? said Goku, his chestnut eyes flicking back and forth between them curiously.
Let the sleeping dog lie. Sanzo said sharply, removing his glasses from his face.
What dog?
It's an expression, you idiot.
Stupid priest and his saying's. He sat down on the ground with a large thud, folding his legs beneath them. I wanna hear a story.
A story? Sanzo echoed, shrugging his eyebrows northward.
Yeah, I mean it's so damn quiet...you must be keepin' something from me.
Don't be paranoid, Monkey. Gojyo said, lazily breathing a puff of smoke. I'm sure Myka has a story to tell, hmm...?
She stiffened, as did Hakkai. Sanzo let out a snort of amusement. Goku grinned.
Yeah, Myka, tell a story! You've got to have one.
I don't know... She drew the wooly blanket closer around her. Sanzo lit a cigarette, and looked across the fire at her, his violet depths for eyes twinkling.
Let's go Myka...
Hmph, fine, Sanzo-kun. She surprised them by crossing her arms stubbornly, and Hakkai was reminded distantly of a child.
Again with the Gojyo shook his head, but sat closer to her, anyway.
This is gonna be good. Goku said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Hakkai agreed, but didn't look to certain, as he cast a worrying glance at Sanzo, who looked relaxed enough.
And Myka began to weave her tale.
After I left the temple, I came upon a village, one with giant peaks with tiles on the rooves. The streets were filled with dirt and gypsies, carts and food. The people and youkai got along fine in that huge place, only with the occasional brawl. I was starving, because I had run all the way and covered 10 miles. I spent my money on...well, I just spent it on something before I left.
So my only option was to steal from one of those carts in those roads, and I was only going to steal a little bit. So I grabbed some bread, but the owner of the market caught me, a big burly man who found a particular interest in my robes.No, no, leave me alone!
He picked me up by the collar and found out I had lived in the temple, judging from my clothing.Hah, you one o them service girls at the temple, aren't ya?
Let me go!
That must mean a pretty girl such as yourself is fresh meat, pure, hmmm?His breath was thick with alcohol, and he brought me inside of his house, it was large and filled with many men, all of which were drunken and had bloodshot eyes.
Where are you taking me?!
I've got another one, fella's!
Oh, can't I do her in first?
I want her, boss!
No, she's mine. Maybe after.
Leave me alone! Please!
Quit struggling now, babe.He brought me upstairs, at the time, I didn't know how to defend myself. I ate the bread quickly, and he took me up a flight of candle lit stairs. We finally got to a bedroom, filled with candles and silk and huge bed. I've never seen such fine furniture in my life. He threw me onto the bed, and pinned me there, using his weight to his advantage.What do you want with me?!
You'll see...H-he tore off my clothing...and bit my neck...he hurt me...he raped me...I stayed there, in that bedroom, there were no windows, just that door which he locked. Every day two or three men would come and do the same thing, except they got right to it, me being naked and all.I'm not to bear your children! I'm too young and I already love another!
Don't struggle so much, girl...
They'd give me food...if I was good...that's why I stayed skinny...then one day, maybe after a year, a youkai came and gave me these four swords.Take them, and kill everyone here, escape.
Aren't you going to stay...?
No, I must go. Leave this place and never come back.And so...I did. I killed everyone there, all three hundred and fifty three of them. I did as I was instructed, and I left that village. I escaped, but no matter how hard I tried, the blood was still on my hands. I found out I was pregnant, b-but I wasn't for long because I was pursued by some insane youkai, and I lost the baby. Thank god...
Do you want me to go on?
It took a second for her listeners to respond, as she spoke in such monotone for something so tragic it seemed to delay their thinking process.
She said uncertainly as he pulled her unto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her thin frame, tucking his chin into the nape of her neck.
I would never force you into something like that. He promised, and she smiled nervously.
Um...uh...thank you...
Get off of her Gojyo. Said Sanzo, now standing over the fire with pistol in hand.
Bite me, priest. Gojyo replied, and carefully untangled himself from her, but still sitting rather close.
I'd like to die a little older, thanks. Was the weary reply, as he lowered his gun.
Atleast I gave you the invitation, you homo.
Try to restrain from shooting him. Hakkai advised lightly, almost automatically.
Why'd ya tell a story like that? Goku asked bluntly, and her brow furrowed.
What do you mean?
You must have happier ones- he flinched under Sanzo's firm glare, and added hastily, -after you left the temple.
She looked up at Sanzo, then smiled that broken smile of hers. I met Sanzo-kun again, and all of you, of course. I've never been happier. Besides, that was the least painful thing that went on when I was by m yself. Heh, it's no big deal.
It was then for the first time the party witnessed Sanzo being surprised, and he stepped backward in the revelation, blinking a bit, like a fog had just been lifted.
Than let's hear a story bout when you were at the temple. Goku suggested, taking advantage of Sanzo's little silent spell.
All right. She nodded, willingly this time.
It was spring, the time when the cherry blossoms were on the trees, and it had been a year since I had met Sanzo. I didn't have a birthday-
What do you mean you didn't have a birthday? Goku interrupted, his head cocked to one side.
I didn't have any parents, so I didn't have one, still don't.
Stop interrupting. Came Sanzo's cross command, now sitting with his eyes firmly shut. She continued, trying to ignore Gojyo's hand attempting to crawl it's way up her arm, only to be swatted by her left subconsciously.
So I figured that meeting Sanzo-kun was just as good as any. I went around looking for him, but I couldn't find him. I was desperate, and became upset, and began to cry on the porch outside of temple after a few hours.
The back one. Sanzo mumbled, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. They all gaped at him, and thanked whatever god was watching over them that he had his eyes closed. He snapped, his eyes flying open.
Quit interrupting. Goku mocked.
Myka felt the need to continue before death was to ensue. But was stopped as soon as her lips began to form a sound.
Stop here Myka. Sanzo warned. We're going to sleep.
To hell we are! Came Gojyo's automatic yell. It's got to be only nine.
Early to bed, early to rise. Hakkai said briskly, setting up the remainder of his blankets.
Aw, you suck. Goku was about to lay down before he gave Myka a sympathetic glance. Y'know, one of these days we're havin' a sparring match, or something with those swords of yours.
She smiled, and content with that, Goku flopped down, snoring was sure to follow. Gojyo, grumbling and resisting temptation, stretched out and covered himself with blankets, propping his head up on one elbow and drifted off to sleep. Myka stared in amazement, but was startled at the sound of hissing; Sanzo was putting half of the fire out.
It's not that amazing...
Your talking to me...I-
Can you do me a favor and shut up and listen? Sanzo whispered harshly, now crouching in front of her. His eyes made her melt, but her heart danced around her chest and put broadway to shame.
I'm sorry, go on.
Say sorry again, you die. He caught her slight snicker. I'm not kidding. But...you didn't eat anything for dinner. The hospitals cooking isn't that bad. Eat, your worrying Hakkai.
She didn't say she was sorry. She preferred her head where it was.
I'm...glad you noticed...
Hmph. It was only because Goku was gorging himself more than usual, he annoyed me. He stayed there, the fire light playing with his features. Not being able to stand the silence, she said timidly,
Why'd you stop me?
Because...I didn't want them to know...I didn't want to remember.
You're ashamed.
He looked away now, his eyes glowing eerily, his jaw kind of set straight. Suddenly Myka started giggling, her unique eyes sparkling.
What the hell...?
I was just thinking... She tried to stifle the laughs, but was failing miserably. How strange our relationship is.
He shook his head.
But now she was laughing so hard it was silent, and tears were leaking from her eyes.
I missed you so much Sanzo-kun...and you couldn't care less. T-that's just so sad it's hilarious...
And just as suddenly, in Sanzo's arms was crying female, burying her head into the cloth rippling around his toned chest.
He didn't know how to react; so he didn't.
You don't want to remember...? She sobbed quietly, her hands clutching his clothing.
A rush of emotions Sanzo never thought he had flooded through his head, how soft she felt, how vulnerable she was, how pathetic she looked, how foolish she was, how angry he felt, and the nervousness of what he should do.
Tell me. He said quietly, deprived from any hinting emotion. He didn't hold her, he leaned back, using his arms to balance himself, and kept himself from looking at her.
You came around, She began, her voice muffled, being it she refused to give up some of his warmth, and she didn't want to have Sanzo see her burning cheeks.
And asked me,Why are you crying? Sanzo sat down beside her, the breeze ruffling his angelic blonde hair. She looked up at him, her cheeks tear stained and dirty in the appropriate places.
I couldn't find you.
Don't be stupid, I'm always here. She felt his fingers weave between hers and give a gratifying squeeze. She blinked, finally understanding the meaning.
Spit it out, already.
It took a second for him to translate, but he made it. For the first time in her life, Myka witnessed Sanzo blush, only the slightest, and he locked his gorgeous eyes with hers.
I...I like you...too...
An awkward silence went between them as their faces heated and they dodged the other's glances. Finally, having the equipped knowledge of a romance novel she had found when she was seven, she knew that being kissed was what happened after these sorts of things.
Well...um...aren't you gona kiss me...?
Wha?! No. he turned around stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring straight ahead, trying to will away the redness that had clung to his cheeks.
But that's what supposed to happen... Wetness began to sting her eyes again. Figures. Today's so horrible. You don't even remember.
I did so. He insisted, even though she couldn't see his face. It's your birthday, right? Such solemn tone had Myka admire and admit that this boy she liked was wise beyond his years.
What's a birthday for, anyway? Not like anything good happens.
Sanzo said gently, and she didn't have the heart not to look at him. You get gifts on your birthday.
I don't need one...
But I do... He whispered, and leaned in closer. They didn't close their eyes until they were sure they had it right, and finally, Sanzo captured her hungry lips. The kiss was slow and careful, like an explorer first treading an unknown area, the kiss of first lovers. He brought his hands to her shoulders and squeezed, bringing her in closer in only a way to be described as awkward.
Finally, it was broken, and just as slowly they moved away from each other, savoring the taste.
You want to do that again? Asked Myka meekly. Sanzo gulped and nodded softly.
Sanzo waited until her sobs died down, and when her breathing became gentle and rhythmic, he realized she was asleep. Looking down, he frowned; how was he going to get out of this one? More disturbingly, she hadn't finished; he had remembered the rest of the story.
Running a hand through his hair, and frowning deeper at his forehead extension Goyjo was so fond of making fun of, he let out a calming breath, deciding what to do.
He whispered, shifting a little.
The kappa turned his head around, wide awake.
Can you-
Gojyo sat up, his scarlet eyes twinkling mischievously with the dying fire. Through a few grumbles, lifting, and curses, Gojyo managed to get Myka into his sleeping quarter, tucking the blankets carefully around her frame.
Don't take advantage of her. The priest warned, his back turned to him.
What do you take me for? That hurt. Ow. Gojyo pouted playfully, slipping expertly under the covers. He wrapped his fingers around her left hand, her back being to him, and was content with her streaked hair falling in thin wisps around his face.
For once in a long time he slept like a normal person or youkai would; it had been awhile since he had had a women in his bed.
A whole week and a half. Whao.
Sanzo shoved his hands into his robe pockets, rocking from his heels to his toes and back again. He wondered briefly how both the kappa and the girl would react when they both woke up. Gojyo was nasty, but he wasn't that nasty.
Or so he hoped.
Closing his eyes contently, he strode back over to his place to sleep, confirming he didn't feel uneasy about his choice.
Myka awoke with a start, sweat dripping down her brow, her eyes dilated and panic stricken.
Nnn...what's wrong...? Came a sleepy reply, which shocked her further. Gojyo felt her shaking, and squeezed her bandaged shoulder gently.
It's all right, Gojyo's here. He cupped her chin in his hand and guided her to see him, despite of the two o'clock darkness.
Immediately she relaxed; then tensed up again.
Gojyo...what am I doing... She started, her eyes darting to their interlocked hands to his scarlet depths.
You needed some comforting...It's all right, I didn't make any passes. He soothed, an eyebrow arching as he stroked her face with his thumb, to find it sweaty. What's going on?
I-I...I had a nightmare...it was so real. Her voice became in unsteady whisper again.
It's only a dream. They can be pretty real. There was this one the other night... Gojyo left the question hanging, his eyes traveling further down Myka.
I guess your right. She nodded, her muscles going limp again. With a smirk she removed his hand from her face, and squeezed his other one a bit.
You're still unsure. His voice went serious and seem to deafen the darkness. How did he...? Tell Daddy about it. He supplied slyly, moving in closer so he could feel her warm breath brush his face.
I've done a lot of storytelling tonight, haven't I...? She suddenly found it was a little too warm in these blankets. I-I thought Sanzo was dead, he was lying on the ground...there was a lot of blood, and I ran...at something, or someone...yelling...and I was killed, only to hear Sanzo's voice, he was alive...and he was yelling that I did something so stupid...And...I can't remember the rest...
I see, that's not to bad. To her surprise he broke contact with her hand and rolled unto his back, placing his hands contently behind his head. Well, that monk is just to stubborn to die-
Whatever, same thing. And you won't die so quickly, or easily.
He sighed wistfully, something uncharacteristic of Gojyo. Your still in love with Sanzo, aren't you?
Gojyo, I- She stopped at his solemn gaze, and nodded timidly.
I respect that, but until he quits treating you like shit, I have every right to comfort you, wouldn't you agree?
Y-yes...I mean...
So c'mere. He grinned and lashed his right arm out, hooking it around her and before she could react her head was on his shoulder, one hand on his chest. She felt his hand that he had used to lasso her support her lower back, so not one part of her body wasn't touching him.
Don't be scared, I'm not doin' anything. And those nightmares won't come anywhere near you once I'm through.
His warmth was inviting, and she gave in, snuggling in closer and feeling the illusion of melting into him as he pulled the blanket in around them. As his breath caressed her face faintly, he pointed with his free hand at the sky, a constellation.
See that? Medusa lookin' fine tonight.
Myka giggled softly, becoming more drowsy. That's just sad, Gojyo, hitting on a constellation.
You've got no imagination, do you?
I'm sorry, go on...(yawn)...go on...
You sound so sexy when your tired-
Sorry, fine, fine...alright, see that hot chick of a constellation over to the left?
Soon Gojyo's sweet and gentle voice slipped her off into slumber, her mind lulled like the roll of waves in the ocean of dreams.
This is complete and utter bullshit! Bullshit, I tell you! How the hell can you get four aces in one hand after two turns?!
How the hell can your breath stink so badly in one morning?
Myka blinked her eyes open, squinting when she caught the rays of sunlight beaming into them. Sitting up, she was relieved to find out she was in Jeep, and her awakening did not go unnoticed.
Oh, did they wake you up? My sincerest apologies. Came Hakkai's cheerful voice. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she mumbled,
How long have I slept...?
Oh, not too long. Hakkai waved her question off casually, and she measured the height of the blazing sun.
It's almost noon isn't it? Oh, why'd you let me sleep so long?
It's not a problem, really.
Atleast I bother to brush my teeth, unlike a certain kappa who seems to be afraid of the water in the sink! Goku stuck an accusing finger in his tormentors face. Gojyo breathed smoke back at his opposer.
You know what? Why don't you just take a shit and shut your virgin mouth. While your at it, pass me a beer.
You get your own you lazy asshole! I'm so sick of your-
Would you all just shut up? Sanzo made out through grinded teeth, gun cocked and glinting in the warm sunlight.
The couple are at it again. Hakkai offered wisely, his eyes flicking to the mirror and smiling as Myka tried to supress laughter, her shoulders shaking slightly giving herself away.
Gojyo blinked, feeing a shifting at his feet, and grinned.
Oi, you sleep okay gorgeous?
...ah, fine, thanks...
It's nice to see her smile. Said Hakkai, the question was aimed at Sanzo, but he didn't respond, content with looking out over the desert. You do understand, He continued, knowing full well his companion was listening, That she is hiding something from us, don't you?
Came the venomous reply.
'Yeah' to what?
She's different from when I remember...broken, maybe. I don't care, it's none of my business.
I'd have to say I disagree.
Mykaaaaa...My-ka! You promised, you said you would. Goku tugged her arm ruthlessly as Myka staggered in between them, having no choice but to let one leg drape over Gojyo's.
Promised what? Hakkai asked, now tuning in.
She said she would fight me! Said Goku proudly.
Well you obviously can't do it now. Sanzo said, seriously doubting the intelligence of his crew.
We should be reaching a town by sunset. Hakkai checked the map spread across his legs.
BY SUNSET?! WE HAVE NO MORE FOOD LEFT!!! Goku screamed, his hands pulling at his hair.
Bring on the apocalypse. Sanzo murmured dryly.
Umm...Goku...are you hungry...? Myka asked, watching with slight fear as he looked her in a way that reminded her of a rabid animal.
Hell yes.
She reached into one of the many pockets that latched unto her torn pants and took out some bacon wrapped in a piece of bread. I'm not really hungry right now-
Whoa, thanks Myka! Your the best!! He scooped the food and downed it in a few gulps, before sitting back and announcing. All is well.
Myka blinked and laughed nervously. Ah...your welcome.
All is not well, Monkey. Sanzo turned around in his seat, glaring at Goku.
Myka has not eaten since we left the hospital. Hakkai reminded them, and all of them stared expectedly at her.
It's been that long...? Huh... She realized, and shrugged. I'm fine. My metabolism is incredibly slow, I'm used to going a week on only one meal.
Only one? Are you crazy?! Goku shook her by the shoulders, and Gojyo slapped his hands away.
Don't touch her, you-
I can touch whatever I wanna, you stinkin'-
I'm going to kill them. Sanzo declared, burying his face in his hands, a vein popping somewhere in his head.
There there you two, I'm afraid Myka won't like getting caught up in the arguments between you two. And Myka, we must get your eating habits back on track, we're not held responsible for you. Hakkai said with the air of a parent scolding some bad children.
So. That means we will not save your life if it endangers ours, understood? Sanzo meant it to be rhetorical.
Of course. She replied, her muscles twitching as one hand was on either the kappa's face or the monkey's, trying to keep them from getting into a full brawl. Please do not treat me like I'm any weaker. She let go when she felt the two had calmed some, and fingered the sheaths on her back...
Or there were supposed to be.
My swords! She exclaimed, looking toward Gojyo for an answer. He gave her a blank look, as did Goku.
Oh, those are just in the trunk, please do not worry. Said Hakkai, his dark hair swishing in the wind that the windshield failed to keep away.
She frowned in annoyance, her hair was whipping around her face and seemed to take a life of it's own in the back of her, the strands capturing the sunlight playfully and seeming to reach to retain it. Gojyo, can I borrow a hairtye? She noticed he had pulled his hair back last night.
He smirked, and she rolled her eyes skywards. She should've figured...
He seemed to decide whether he was going to reply or not.
The way he said it didn't put her at ease.
Can I...borrow a hair tye? A pause. A hair tye hit caught her by surprise and hit her in the forehead, and the wound stung. Sanzo was strong, all right.
Arigato gozimasu. She replied, ducking her head respectively before tying her hair back, her bangs and shorter strands still hanging around her face. Something wrenched in her gut; something was wrong. Somethings...I think someone is here that shouldn't be.
Taking mental note of her sudden change of voice, and how it sounded much to like a different person enough to disturb them, the party looked around, finding nothing.
What's going on, Myka? I dun see anything... Goku's eyes doubted her, but she was too deep into concentration to notice, her char coal eyes brewing like a storm and getting more distant.
The hell...? Gojyo grabbed her face and jerked to look straight into his eyes, but she snarled and tore his hands away, finding the unexpected balance in a speeding vehicle to leap backward and stand on the metal door.
Get away from me. She warned, her voice changing pitches dangerously.
What the hell is going on?! Goku didn't wait for an answer as he lashed out his hand and grabbed her arm.
What should we do? Hakkai said calmly, and his tone irritated Gojyo.
Sanzo was suddenly standing as Hakkai slowed Jeep to a stop, gun aimed straight at her. She froze, her hands clenching and releasing, until Hakkai stopped, standing abreast with Sanzo.
Will someone tell me what the hell is happen-ah! Goku jumped backward in dismay, holding his forearm tenderly. Blood was dripping through his fingers, and he grinded his teeth. In her hands were her four swords, and Gojyo's eyes widened some. He didn't even see her move to get them.
She gasped, still balanced on the door in an un-human like manner.
I will shoot you. Sanzo snarled, cocking his gun.
Jeep, transform. Hakkai murmured, and in a second they were all standing on the ground, Myka ungracefully sprawled out.
We're going to hold her still- Sanzo began, his gun still steady.
Wait a second Sanzo! We can't kill her! Ironically enough, it was Goku who said it, still clutching his reddened arm. Something's wrong...I don't know what, but we can't kill her. His teammates looked grim, except for Sanzo; he was immune to it, no matter how much he felt for anything.
Suddenly her body gave an unhealthy twitch as it rose to it's feet, her swords singing as she scraped them together to form two x's with her hands.
I said get away from me! She yelled, and flung a sword at Gojyo. He dodged swiftly, biting his lower lip.
Why are you doing this? He asked in his normal tone, eyes narrowed.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop!! She screamed, blindly throwing another, it having missed it's target too. Her eyes were shadowed by her bangs as she sort of bent over. Hakkai suddenly remembered what she had said.
Fight it, Myka, don't give in. He took a step closer to her, and her head jerked up too quickly; her eyes locked with his.
She whispered, and lunged at him. A chi barrier flew up around him, and she leaped backwards, sand dancing around her feet. Her growling stopped when a gun shot went off, and it whizzed past her, inches from her head.
Do you want to die, Myka? Sanzo growled coldly, clicking his weapon.
I said don't- Goku began, but Gojyo slapped a hand around his mouth.
Shut up chibi-chimp, your only making this harder.
She said, her voice returning to normal. Her hand shook in harmony to her grinding teeth, and slowly she brought a blade to her neck. I can't do this anymore, Sanzo...I can't-
Out of nowhere Hakkai kicked her hand, sending the sword flying. He spun around in the air and landed, his right hand dragging as he skidded to a stop behind her.
You're not her. Hakkai and Sanzo said in unrehearsed unison.
Now I'm really confused... Gojyo added, somewhat to himself more than anyone.
I am. She replied, a twisted aura surrounding her. With a grunt of pain her fingernails extended, and with a sick smile she slashed one cheek, the five cuts bleeding with a cold satisfaction. Tamika, daughter of Hakkai and Kanan-
Hakkai's eyes widened, this wasn't right. This...This...
The combination of what Kanan called a beast' and your daughter, Hakkai. This body shares my soul with hers.
He almost whimpered, weakened by shock, torn between joy and anger, and most of all, sorrow.
She was pregnant when she was taken, but she couldn't have told you, is my guess. No wonder her voice was different, and she cried out in pain, falling to her knees. Her eyes cleared a brief moment, and tears fancied them.
I'm so sorry, Hakkai...please let me die...
But's it's not possible. Sanzo declared. The years don't match up, how could Myka come to the temple at that time-
They do, think about it. I was born from a dead body, because of me, the youkai. Once they found out I was part human, they threw me out, and Myka came across the temple. Myka, no, her alter ego, let out an evil snicker as she raised her other hand to scratch it's other cheek. Licking her lips, she failed to see Goku coming up behind him, or feel the pain as she blacked out.
A/N: I'm sorry for the long update, what took me so long is the teachers have decided to spring a ton of homework on me...--;; They all must die. Scratch that, I thought they were already. Plus, I'm having trouble with the Document Manager...
Tell me if you liked or not, I hope I kept the characters in-character. Please review, and thank you so much for doing so! All of you loyal reveiwers get a new carborater and light bulb! (Just what you always wanted, huh?) Sorry, I'm waaaay to tired...my parent's keep telling me to get some sleep, but I'm like,
I've never seen you eating it! In true Goku fashion.
P.S. About the sequel to Scars' I'm not sure yet, it's on my mind, though. I'm working on this story for now, and maybe a Naruto one.