Priest Sanzo! Myka yelped in surprise, taking her gaze off the window pane, where rain fancied itself coming down. The priest smiled; this was the nice priest.
Hey there Myka.
Shouldn't you be...um...I'm sorry, it's not my place...I'll get back to washing the floor, sir.
Don't, it's all right, Myka. I'm glad I could find you, your very hard to locate.
Thank you, sir. I'm not supposed to be seen...you w-wanted to find me?
He walked beside her to the window, his eyes looking distant and down to earth at the same time. I understand you met Kouryuu?
She looked at him fearfully, and in his eyes there was friendliness. She decided to trust him.
I'm glad.
Y-You're glad, sir?
Yes. Look at this rain, Myka.
Coming d-down like a b-bastard.
You have been around Kouryuu. No one else here talks so foul. He chuckled. Regardless, do you like the rain, Myka?
I don't know... She put her callused hand up to the glass.
That's good. He nodded approvingly. Not knowing your self worth, but cherishing another...that is true selflessness.
...Nani? What does rain have to do with it...? She tilted her head at him, confused.
Gomen, I don't make much sense, do I? He ruffled her hair, and she didn't particularly hate the affection gesture.
She couldn't say she liked it much, either.
No, you don't, sir.
Scroll Four: Somewhere Between Everywhere and Nowhere...I'm Always Here
Rain pattered upon the wooden hospital roof, teasing it's occupants and cowardly escaping off the roof in small waterfalls. It was strangely gray and silent; it had been two days since Myka's outburst, both of which she was out cold. They had reached the town Hakkai had been talking about, and hurried in, the strange weather sending shivers down their backs. The only thing that was said was by Gojyo, who remarked dryly,
Damn, it's so gray here I want to slit my wrists just to see color.
She would be in for about three days, she is to be visited one at a time, her psychological makeup was still recovering, did they understand? They nodded and murmured an unconvincing yes to the nurses speech and walked up to the steel door, finding her sprawled out on the bed, wire weaving themselves around her arms and biting savagely into her skin.
It was cold, Hakkai thought, even though it was warm inside of this room, inside of the hospital. He carefully braided her hair, stepping back to look at her. Yes, she bore some resemblance to Kanan, most definitely. Her dirty blonde hair must've been the result of his dark hair and Kanan's light. His now sunken eyes closed in agitation as he sat back down, the chair squeaking in slight protest to the sudden weight.
Everything was happening too fast. It was just the day before yesterday...no, it had been longer than that...the demon slayer shook his head, time was playing tricks on him. He was so confused...He would ask Sanzo once he was finished. His senses pricked when he heard her stir, seemingly the only thing over the drumming of the gentle, depressing rain that flooded him with grief. Her silver eyes met his; those must be traces of his parents, he mused, and that the rain matched them.
She gasped, and struggled to explain. They froze time, using alchemy. I don't know how, but they did. They wanted me to kill you, Hakkai, they wanted your own daughter to kill you at the proper age. But I'm not only your daughter... Her breath melted into her voice, yes, she was definitely like the rain. I'm so sorry, Hakkai...I should be dead, I should be-
Right with me. He whispered, a weak smile gracing his features. We can fight that youkai inside you, Myka. We can do it together. Your all I have left. Tears welled in his eyes, the image of her becoming blurry. He did not suspect that tears we rimming her eyes as well.
Of Kanan...?
Don't look at me like that, I'm not her.
I know. It'll take me time, but I think I'll learn to become a father...to you. But don't you die on me, that won't change anything. Yes, we must live together, you and I. He lightly touched her hand, and used the other to adjust his eyepiece.
I don't want a father. She said softly. I want...I want Hakkai. The tears ran down her cheeks, but her face was still, and her voice kept silent. Hakkai found himself embracing her, crying himself, for what reason he could not figure out. Whether it was from joy or sadness, he could not put into logic. Nothing they had said was particularly moving; it didn't mean much.
After awhile he let go, and coughed purposefully.
I think some others would like to see you. He jerked his thumb backwards towards the door, his companion's faces pressed against the slip off glass, Sanzo supplying an impressive beating with his fan. Myka laughed submissively, wiping away her tears.
Why can't they all come in at once?
The nurse told us it would not be wise too.
We'll catch up later; we have plenty of time. He smiled, and strode over to the door. Myka lay back down, a sudden exhaustion creeping through her as she closed her eyes, to find some weight engulf her, a warm, pleasant, and full body embrace.
She murmured, opening her eyes to his scarlet hair, feeling his breath caress her neck. Let me... She struggled, pain apparent in her voice. Not too close, there.
I thought you were so.. He whispered, only easing up to be inches from her face. She grinned,
Yeah, you were. His wine red eyes searched hers, and then he fingered a stray hair that fell across her eyes. Heh, I never knew you had a wild side. Kind of a twisted turn on, huh?
You're turned on by that?
His hand cupped her cheek. I'm turned on by you.
You were worried? She whispered, because she realized the meaning in what he said. It wasn't that he was giving her a compliment, he was straddling her waist and embracing her closely already. He meant he didn't like her alter ego, and liked her the way she was. Perhaps he thought that had been the end of her.
No, I wasn't. He admitted, his face still retaining that playful air. I was just disappointed you could die so easily.
I'm sorry... She said after a long pause, that in which his eyes never left her.
Don't be, beautiful. I just don't want to save you. I've got enough to handle. His thumb massaged her cheek. That'd suck, do you get what I'm saying?
Sort of...
Life goes on. She could smell the smoke of his breath. What also sucks... He untangled himself from her, something that began to register routine in her mind. Is the ladies here. He winked in true Gojyo-fashion, and she smirked.
Go ahead, play boy. Just be back when I am, okay?
He pulled out a poker deck. Let's play. He shrugged his eyebrows up suggestively, and she shook her head.
I don't think I can. She indicated the wires on her arms with a quick flick of her eyes. Maybe later, once I'm out of this hell hole. I'm beginning to seriously detest hospitals.
He turned to leave, when she called his name timidly.
...Thanks, Gojyo...for everything...
He nodded, not voicing that it was him that should be thanking her, for what, he still couldn't figure out. She snickered, noticing Sanzo give the grace to glare at the kappa as he slid through the door. Without warning Goku shoved his way in, slamming the door shut before anyone protested. The air in the room had been grim and gloomy, silver dominating the sheets around her and the glistening off everything.
When Goku strode over to her, his stupidity and happiness took the room by force, and noticeably brightened it some. She noted a bandage around his forearm, however, and frowned.
D-Did I do that...?
Hell yeah! He grinned widely. Your awesomely strong, even if it was your alter-ego, you gotta fight once you get out of this place.
A sweat drop formed on her brow and she just nodded. That was the exact opposite response she thought she was going to get.
Here, I brought you food. He sat down unto the chair and handed her the muffin, which she took graciously.
Thank you very much. She scarfed it down, appreciating it, coming from Goku. He watched her with an unhealthy twitch, though. I'm afraid I'm not much of a cook, but I'll have to pay you back.
Your right. He said bluntly. He looked back at the steel door. I swear, I thought I heard something...Well, I'm gonna go, s'not nice to keep you waitin'.
What do you mean? He smiled, and it was so truthful she mimicked him.
I'm gonna get Sanzo in here for ya. He did a short jog over to the door, and yanked it open. he yelled, in response a few doctors shushed him, and a few patients yelled something along the lines of:
Keep it down, damnit!!
A quite audible whack' that sounded suspiciously like a fan hitting the skin, and Sanzo was pushed through the door by two of his teammates; the other had gone to the local bar.
His violet eyes glared at them through the glass, and he reluctantly drudged over. Myka recognized, however, a certain air of tiredness around him; perhaps it was in his hunched shoulders, or dark shadows around his gorgeous eyes.
Are you okay...? She sat up, the scars on her cheek becoming more apparent under the rainy light from the window. He spat, and said in his usual rough tone,
Shut up. Even if he was tired, his voice kept that same snarl. I don't need to take that from someone in the hospital, again. He leered at her gravely. You disappoint me. One more time and you're gone.
But what if it happens another time-
There won't be a next time.
Yes, Sanzo-kun...
He got up rigidly, but she sat up straighter and said clearly,
Why are you tired?
I'm not tired.
here. She said, to his back, so she couldn't see his features.
Must I always have a reason?
He obeyed, keeping in mind what the nurse had told him. He chose to sit at the foot of her bed, cursing the rain. He hated rainy nights. Sanzo's scowl was enough to convince Myka of that.
What time is it?
Sanzo answered, feeling his own fatigue. He hadn't slept last night; it wasn't because of Myka, but because of his own memories of his master that attacked him. So he took turns driving Jeep with Hakkai all through the night, in fact, the only time he thought of Myka was when Gojyo had held her close and was using her as some sort of way to sleep.
I'm not in love with Gojyo, Sanzo-kun...we have a different kind of relationship... She said quietly, a blush creeping across her cheeks in her dismay.
I didn't ask. Was his reply, not bothering to wonder what compelled her to say it.
W-will you stay with me...?
Until...I fall asleep...I mean. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, looking anywhere but at Sanzo. Finally, she locked eyes with him,
I'm not going to be your baby-sitter.
What about being...my friend? Rejection was the word coursing through her mind and veins, but she didn't give up.
I don't think I can be that. Was his cold reply, and a hint of confusion as she smiled.
Than can you just...be here? She held out her hand, willing him to take it, despite of the wires coming from her arm. He slapped it away.
Not right now. He left, closing the door quietly behind him. Myka lay back down, sadness rippling through her like the rain outside with the puddles. But it was only what she had deserved. After all, she had let him down, in a way she couldn't put into words. Bending over, she took the wires, complete with needles, out of her arms, using her teeth. She didn't need them.
Just as he had left, noticing that Hakkai and Goku had already, a chubby nurse caught his eye in the hallway, talking to a big man in a black t-shirt and jeans.
-You must sleep next to her, keep an eye on her while she sleeps. Information has told us she has a youkai soul stored away inside of her; if that's to break free you will be there to stop her from going insane. Her psyche is fragile right now; a sure way for the youkai inside her to emerge.
No problem. The man grinned, a perverts grin. Sanzo narrowed his eyes; one thing he hated in this world was perverts. The man bid farewell to the nurse and started to stroll over to Myka's room, labeled Intensive Care' above the door. I'll give her intensive care, all right. He laughed, when Sanzo came up behind him and knocked him out with a swift punch to the head, to smile in satisfaction as he crumpled to the ground.
Your back. Myka couldn't help but smiling as Sanzo glared at her, shutting the door behind him. He noticed the wires were gone, and it their place blood was dripping from her arms. Can you hand me some bandage wrap? I don't want to stain these sheets.
Why can't you get it yourself? He snorted, but walked over to a nearby cabinet and scrummaged around for her desire anyway. Sanzo decided to ignore the quiet pain of the headache he was suddenly experiencing.You knew, didn't you? He asked, somewhat coldly.
Guilty as charged.
You've got to stop hanging around that bastard, Gojyo. Sanzo tossed the roll over to her, and took a seat at the edge of her bed. She laughed, and wrapped her cuts without flinching.
Sanzo's eyes watched the raindrops race each other down the window. He hated rainy nights. He hated any form of what was going on inside that head of hers. Sparing a glance over at Myka, he considered that it wouldn't be so bad, spending tonight with someone else. It was purely, however, for his well being; no nightmares and a warm bed.
He was shaken from thought from her yawning, and she didn't bother with the covers as she literally fell onto the mattress, giggling like a small child as she bounced alittle.
What the hell is your problem? I will leave.
Your supposed to be next to her. A nurse burst through the door, a different one than the previous, though, Sanzo mused, they were all old hags.
Why can't you do it? He shot back, and Myka backed him up.
It's all right, ma'am, I'm fine-
No your not! She said harshly, not aware of the patients in the neighboring rooms. Especially because you took the monitoring wires off you, look, do you want to do this or not?! She threw a nasty glare as Sanzo, and he capsized. He couldn't let some thug come in and send her through the traumas she had as a child, and Hakkai and Goku were nowhere to be found.
Very, very, very reluctantly and slowly, he walked and sat down next to her.
Good. G'night, Tamika. The nurse bowed and left.
I'm sorry...You can go back, if you want. Myka said, rubbing her hand behind her head nervously. He didn't reply, just sat with his back to her. She whispered, and slipped off into a much wanted sleep, her dreams promising a certain priest.
After a few minutes and counting to make sure she was asleep, he cautiously lay down at the edge of the bed, narrowing his eyes at the sight of her good shoulder, bare. Fiercely and cursing under his breath, he threw the blanket over her.
She whispered, and clutched the blanket, snuggling deeper into it. He was never good with emotions. That was because half the time, he never felt any. This was no exception.
Sighing, wondering why he was always the baby-sitter, he let his head rest unto the pillow he occupied, the melody of the rain and the warmth of the bed and perhaps her body, be it only a few inches away, soothed him into a relieving sleep. They need bigger beds, damnit...was his last thought, his golden hair tainted silver by the gray of the evening sky.
He awoke in a cold sweat, his breath heavy. Sanzo composed himself; he was in the hospital, and he was supposed to be modering Myka. But that nightmare, everything looked so real...He relaxed, when he felt a hand feel his forehead, and he grabbed the wrist in question. It was Myka's, and her gasp told him so.
This is really stupid... He moaned, the rain hitting so hard each drop seemed to pound his temples. It was so cold...
You have a fever. Myka said, her face visible enough. It was illuminated by the gray light coming from the window. Lay still-
He began to get up, but she slammed him down, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Yes. Go back to sleep... She reached over and pulled a towel out of Sanzo's range of vision, it even hurt to watch her, his eyes were burning, and draped it across his forehead. He was sweaty, and it was then he realized his upper body was lacking clothes.
What's...it's cold, why... He sounded so tired and helpless, it was pathetic.
Your temperature is hot, but your feeling chills. Get back to sleep... She whispered, using the towel to wipe away the moisture. She was leaning over him, she was straddling his waist, and he had a clear view down her strap of a shirt; this made Sanzo irate, but found he couldn't move with devastating pain to his head.
You went to long without sleep, and you've been in a hospital full of sick patients, that's why your cursed with this. She removed the towel and stroked his face with her hand. It felt...nice. He was so vulnerable, he couldn't keep his facade up, not that he acted any different when it was down. He was kind of a trance as he watched her work, wiping the sweat from his bare chest and stroking it to make sure she got all of it off.
You should go to sleep. She whispered once she was finished, her face now inches from his. He was so cold...She was so warm. Oh, god damn, his head hurt. What he wouldn't give for a hangover instead of this.
Myka...you bitch... He groaned, and she smiled.
I think your coming around. Her hot breath felt good, and he wanted her closer. But he felt so weak. He hated weakness.
Do you want me to stay? She asked, so softly, and her eyes looked so beautiful. He didn't answer her. She settled herself on his chest, to the side a bit, with her head tucked under his chin. Myka massaged his shoulder and chest lovingly, clearing off any new sweat that came, and occasionally her hand climbed up to his face, where she would feel his forehead and cheek.
A new strength came to him that night, and his strong arm, only one, held her close, soaking up her warmth and playing with some strands of her hair that escaped her braid.
Go to sleep. She soothed. I'm looking forward to you hating me in the morning.
I don't...hate you. God, why was he saying these things? Damn fever. His head throbbed painfully.
Fevers do tend to make one ramble...Please go to sleep, Sanzo-kun. I want you to get better.
I...get away...go die, or something.
I'm here. I-I always will be.
He sueezed her harder in response, in both spite and thankfulness, and drifted off to a feverish sleep, where he felt hot and cold at the same time.
Morning treated them kindly, the sun just peeking in through the windows. Sanzo's head was tilted back and to the side, one arm gripping Myka, the other sprawled out. On his naked, toned chest was Myka, whose hair had come out of it's braid and rippled around her face and over Sanzo's arm. The sheets came up to her waist, the rest were either on the ground or trying to flee off the sides.
It was Sanzo who awoke first, remembering last night's events in a kind of blur. He threw a confused look at Myka, who had a smile on her face and was breathing gently, the rise and fall of her delicate chest pushing at his ribs. He had seen alot of ugly women as of late, and he had to admit, she did look somehow decent, the way her hair captured the sunlight and shone like the stone she was named after.
Deciding that nothing romantic had taken place, and he felt nothing for her, he concluded staying like this a little longer wouldn't do any harm. He wasn't sweating anymore, but his head still sang of a dull ache. Just when he was about to close his eyes he felt Myka's hand on his forehead.
Your temperature is down. She murmured, and adjusted herself so she was more comfortable.
Don't get cozy, I'm not enjoying this. He shot, but it was devoid of it's usual poison. This she took note of, and didn't move.
They lay like that for a few minutes, just listening to the other breathe. Sanzo roughly cupped her chin in his hand and forced it away, than sat up. She yawned and sat up beside him, as if waiting to hear something.
I don't feel anything for you. I was going to shoot you a few days ago, without any guilt.
I know. Her smile drove him crazy.
Why the hell are you smiling?! Most people get all sad-
But I like you, Sanzo-kun. I think I was born just to meet you. So, naturally, I love being with you, even if you hated me, I would still feel that way.
Who said I didn't hate you?
You did. She let out a chuckle, and he said coldly.
I lied. I do hate you.
She said, smiling madly and slipping off the bed.
Why can't you react like normal people do, damnit, I said I hate you. Your a pain in my ass and I would shoot you now if you weren't Hakkai's god damn daughter.
all right. She snickered, picking up Sanzo's clothing off the floor.
You put Goku to shame in stupidity.
I realized that a long time ago, I must've been a fool. She tossed him his clothes. To leave you. She drifted over to the window, and rebraided her hair, slipping the hair tie Sanzo had given her for the end. Even though it was a thick braid, strands of shorter hair and her bangs still remained, exactly how Kanan's had been. She frowned; wondering how her father would react to her from now on.
He got into the upper most part of his robes, glancing at her, but she just stared out the window.
She asked, turning to face him. She didn't wait for a response, she knew she wouldn't get one. D-do you mind if I...um... Myka turned red, redder than the dried blood that seeped through her bandages.
He snapped, now standing in front of her.
Y-you still haven't t-told me why you're traveling w-west, right? Maybe we could talk about it over a d-drink?
The apathy in his face was at it's usual. We don't have time to do that, we must move on. He started towards the door. Coming or not?
She hurried after him into the hallway.
Miss Tamika, you mustn't get up-
Shut up and go to hell, I'm taking her, she looks fine to me. He revealed his gun as they swept out of the hospital, the echoing of Myka's apologies being their last debut.
The sky was still it's dull gray when they emerged, the reek of hospital still lingered at their noses, however. Sanzo's pace quickened as they walked through a busy street marketplace, the sounds of children laughing brightened up the gray day, the delicious smells of fresh baked bread blended with the rain washed fruit.
A child ran into Myka, and she excused it with a smile.
I have no wallet for you to steal. But... She tossed him a quarter she picked up. Take this, and make sure you don't get caught next time, all right?
The dirty boy nodded timidly before vanishing behind another.
You shouldn't encourage it. Sanzo said gruffly, keeping a lazy watch for a bar they were supposed to meet at.
I've been there before, I couldn't help but carry a bit of sympathy. She shrugged. Sanzo turned into a carvern, inside a shy bar with a few hookers, drunks, and lights resided in harmony. Many couples seemed to have problem making out in public, and some were noted in dark corners, stripped down to few clothes. The priest found Gojyo soon enough, hunkered down over a glass in a corner table, along with Goku and Hakkai.
No greetings were able to be exchanged, however, because the boy burst in through the door, his eyes aglow that reeked of youkai. Hakkai stood,
Your looking for us, let's not involve innocents.
The boy snarled, spit flying everywhere. I've come for Myka, she is one key to the resurrection! And his canine teeth suddenly extended, a purple mist around them.
She pondered out loud, her head tilting to the side curtly.
Gyumaoh's, you bitch. He responded, three blades sticking out from each shoulder at this point, he staggered, sickly bent over.
Tsk. Their getting sloppy, just sending this one. Gojyo commented, rising from his seat.
Oh, contrare. The demon said over the screams as some of the lesser drunks ran out of the bar. With a twisted grunt he doubled, and then tripled, the doppelganger's forming a semi circle.
Can I please, Sanzo? Goku pleaded eagerly, his Nyoibo already in his hands.
Go ahead. Sanzo waved lazily, clicking his gun as Goku charged at two, swinging the giant pole around his head. Sanzo stood and fired, hitting three square in the head.
But the real one was still alive, for he doubled again, then tripled.
Hakkai, where are my swords? Myka yelled over Sanzo's gun shots and Goku's cries of victory. Hakkai smiled and pulled them out from under the table.
No time, thanks. She nodded, and ran to the nearest wall, sidling along it. Goku was thrown back, and he slid on the floor a ways before springing up in front of Gojyo.
Let a pro handle this, Chimp. The clashing of chains and four dropped dead, only to be replaced by six. Goku jumped into the air and spun around, feeling Sanzo's bullets whistling by him, delivering a kick into one's head.
How can we tell which is the real one?!
Keep killing. Sanzo responded, breathing a sigh of relief as Hakkai put a chi barrier around him, stopping a youkai coming to his side.
Myka crept into a dark corner, interlacing her fingers with two swords per hand, and looked around. The real one had to be hiding somewhere...She saw him, he was balanced on a rafter up above. How could she get there...?
She called, and stepped into a better lit area.
He yelled, a ruthless grin as he knocked another out.
I want you to throw me up!
Just trust me! She ran towards him, and leaped up into the air. In bewilderment, he grabbed her boots, and pushed, sending her sailing. Smiling and being propelled upwards, she gripped the rafter and swung forwards, did a handstand, letting go and landing on the rafter gracefully, facing the demon.
Before it had time to react she used one hand to cut it's head off and split it's midsection in half with a lash of her arm, the other swung deep in the opposite direction and cut it's legs in half. She panted alittle, her dirty-blonde braid falling over her shoulder in suit with her bangs covering her eyes.
With a flick of his wrist Gojyo finished off the clones, allowing a satisfying smirk when none came back to life.
That was riveting. Hakkai said with a smile, expelling his barrier.
Myka looked down at him, and they all spared a glance at her.
She asked nervously, twisting her fingers around and slipping all of her blades into one palm.
Well done, Myka-chan, I fear I had underestimated you at first. Please forgive me. Hakkai said with a twinkle in his eye, and she dropped down from the rafter, landing heavily on her feet described with a thud.
She mumbled, then looked at Hakkai.
No need. He was waving her off again. She was about to relax with Goku punched her shoulder playfully.
Way to kick ass, Myka!
Lay off her, Monkey, you'll get your stink all over her. Gojyo shoved him a little, Goku bounced right back in his face.
It's better than yours, you smokin', drinkin', fuckin' kappa! You reek of that shit!
Oh, is someone...jealous?
NANI?! Why would I-
Shut up you idiots!!(whack) I have a headache, and damnit, I don't need you (whack) bastards (whack) making it any worse! (whack) Sanzo smacked them with his fan, a bit bent as of late from over usage. Myka was too busy snickering to notice Hakkai, who was now right beside her.
I'm afraid your wounds have reopened, Myka-chan. He took one her left forearm and unwrapped it. Next, using his chi he sealed the cuts, and rewrapped it tighter, doing the same thing to the other arm.
Thanks, Hakkai. I didn't know you could do that...
And over the roar of the other three, they led the way, picking their way through the bloody corpses.
Why'd we have to leave so early? Goku whined. I still haven't gotten my match with Myka yet!
Oi, quit complaining. Gojyo took a drag on his cigarette, and used his other hand to stroke Myka's hair absent-mindedly, as he had previously taken it out of it's restraining braid. His fingers curled some locks behind her ear before he went lower and massaged her neck.
Ah...that feels so good... She said, leaning into his touch. He grinned and chuckled in a perverted way, adding his other hand. Goku glared at Gojyo, who looked back innocently.
We didn't want to be caught up in the rush of having murdered a bunch of youkai, is all. I'm sure we'll come to a town soon enough. Hakkai informed them.
Yeah? Well maybe the next time Gojyo won't get laid so much so we don't have to smell
Atleast I can get laid, Monkey.
It can be arranged to have both of you laid into the ground. Sanzo's eyebrow gave an unhealthy twitch. Hakkai laughed.
Don't you mean Gojyo?
Whatever, I'm going to sleep this headache away. Anyone who wakes me is bound to die. He slumped in his seat, his bangs covering his eyes.
I think it's clearing up. Hakkai looked up, and indeed, some rays of sunlight were coming through.
Goku waved his finger around enthusiastically.
Harder, hnn? Gojyo said, and Myka nodded.
Yeah...ah, that's it...your such a perv, Gojyo. She added, watching his expression from the corner of her eye. She then remembered something.
What's the resurrection of that...Gyumaoh person?
It's a long story...
We've got awhile.
all right. So over the course of a half an hour Hakkai explained, with the interruptions of Goku, why they were traveling west.
Whao...so you guys're are saving the world? She put her hands on Gojyo's, who stopped their rubbing on her neck.
Are you kidding, Myka? Goku smiled. S' we are saving the world.
I never really thought about it like that. The slight rumbling Myka felt against her back told her it was Gojyo who said it. His fingers weaved in between hers, squeezing them tightly. I don't save people... He whispered, so she was sure she was the only one capable of hearing.
We can't save people here without killing others. Myka said, and the air seemed to freeze around them. That's why hell...or even heaven must not exsist...if killing other's is a sin, so must be saving them.
I told you not to keep me awake. Sanzo growled, breaking the prolonged silence.
Oi, priesty, is there a heaven and hell? Gojyo asked, and noticed that Goku and Hakkai were listening, despite of their wandering eyes.
Don't ask me, it wouldn't make a difference. I can help you find out, if you keep up this talking. He said coldly, the sound of his gun click ringing through their heads.
I think it doesn't matter, cuz livin' is more important, right? There's no food in either place, so why bother go there expectin' to eat? Goku stated suddenly, and Hakkai laughed. What's so funny?!
In the end it all comes down to food, doesn't it, Goku? He shook his head, all of them knowing except for Goku what he said impacted them, and highlighted out a very decent point.
Come to think of it, I'm hungry.
I said-
G'night, Sanzo-kun. Myka said, even though it was around noon, she was saving Goku from a certain death.
I'm forever ringed by fools.
But...we're not in a circle.
(veinpop) Can it, Monkey!
A/N: Hey, I hope you guys like the chapter, and thank you so much for reading. I'm not really in a talkative mood, seeing as I'm about to drop dead from sleeploss, so please reveiw (if you can, I understand will be on a read only mode from Sun.21st to Tuesday) tell me everything, the bad, the good, what you'd like to see, etc. I can't always garuntee I'll fulfill your requests, but I'll try my hardest to fit them in if they fit in with the storyline, characters, etc .
I'll see you next chapter, ja ne!