"You stupid kappa! Give it back!"
"No way baldy, you're not allowed a fan. No violence remember?"
"The why the hell did you get free cigarettes when you're not supposed to smoke them?" Gojyo was then silent.
However, he continued running around the hotel room, waving Sanzo's new fan around, which he had found hidden under the monk's pillow. Goku was still asleep and Hakkai was making breakfast in the adjoining kitchen, so the little disagreement raged without interference.
"Well?" Sanzo stood there in a hotel dressing gown with sopping wet hair, having exited the shower to find Gojyo rummaging through his stuff. Gojyo, who was having a lot of fun, was not about to stop teasing Sanzo and changed tactic.
"So, Sanzo, why don't you like girls, eh? Is it cos you're gay?"
"Fu-…" At that point, Hakkai interrupted, feeling that the situation could easily worsen
"Breakfast is ready!" Both Gojyo and Sanzo flinched when Hakkai spoke. They were expecting some long 'woe is me' speech to pour out of his mouth, but there was nothing. Cautiously, they walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
Hakkai was obviously still not 'all there' because their breakfast was not very healthy. A full English breakfast fry up was on the menu and Sanzo started the meal off by demanding coffee and sitting in a sulky silence. Half way through their toast, Goku wandered in with sleepy eyes.
He immediately scowled as he saw that breakfast had started without him and added another occasion to the list of pay back time in his head.
After breakfast had been demolished, Goku was designated the task of washing the plates, as he could not voice a complaint, and the other 3 went into the living room.
"So, Hakkai, feeling better?" Gojyo asked Hakkai, after flopping down on the sofa and putting his feet on top of a towel, which Sanzo was about to pick up.
However, Hakkai did not get a chance to answer Gojyo's question…
"Get your damn feet off my towel kappa." A vein on Sanzo's head began to throb.
"Your towel? I don't know what you mean…" said Gojyo, playing dumb
"You damn well know what I mean, now get your feet off it." The vein was growing larger by the second
"Now, now, Gojyo, why don't you take your feet off of there?" said Hakkai in a placating voice, trying to keep the peace. It looked as if he had succeeded until a smashing sound resonated from the kitchen.
"Oh dear, I'd better see what's going on. Now, you two, don't fight." Hakkai got up and walked into the kitchen. Cue all hell to break loose.
Sanzo, who was desperate to rip Gojyo limb from limb, temporarily forgot about his resolution, and picked up his gun, aiming it straight at Gojyo's head.
"Get your feet off of it now." He said menacingly, Gojyo merely smirked
"You're not allowed to shoot me, I'm not worried."
"Oh yeah?" Sanzo pulled the trigger and a bullet zoomed straight past Gojyo's head and impacted the wall with a loud thud.
At that point, Hakkai had walked back into the room with armfuls of broken china.
"Sanzo!" he shouted out, dumping the china on a bedside cabinet, "You broke your resolution!"
"No I didn't." Sanzo was adamant that he did nothing wrong, "There was just an annoying cockroach over there." He glared at Gojyo, who returned the evils.
"I don't care how much you don't like bugs, Sanzo." Said Hakkai, ignoring the double meaning to Sanzo's sentence, "You have to go to a quiet room for a few hours."
"What the hell? Do I look like a three-year old?"
"Well Sanzo, it's a good therapeutical technique, and you get to think about what you've done wrong and how you can correct your actions."
Hakkai then frog-marched a disgruntled Sanzo down the corridor, whilst Gojyo laughed loudly, and Goku smiled, dropping more dishes on the floor.
A few hours later…"Ok, that's about enough time for him, I think." Hakkai got up from the sofa and excused himself from the card game he had been about to win.
Gojyo, who was in a childish mood, decided to hide Sanzo's things and had just finished stuffing them behind the toilet when Hakkai and Sanzo re-entered the room.
Sanzo's eyes looked oddly glazed as he smoke in a monotone:
"I am sorry for my rudeness and I will be nicer in the future."
Gojyo looked suspiciously at Sanzo, who never usually apologised, and whispered to Goku "What's Hakkai put him on?" Goku shrugged and was very worried.
Sanzo looked odd and Hakkai was surveying him like a proud parent. Goku smelt a hypothetical rat.
"Hey, Sanzy." Gojyo was trying to wind him up, "How was your time in the quiet room?" To his surprise, Sanzo didn't react, but answered in a normal tone of voice, well one that didn't imply that he wanted to kill Gojyo.
"It was enlightening."
Gojyo frowned, shrugged and sat back down on the sofa, "Wanna finish the game, Hakkai?" Hakkai nodded and sat down too, whilst Sanzo stood and stared and Goku retreated to the kitchen.
5 games later and Gojyo was significantly poorer than he had been only that morning. Hakkai was smiling and counting his winnings and Sanzo was still staring.
"Hey, Hakkai…" Gojyo whispered to Hakkai, "What have you done to him?" He gestured to Sanzo who hadn't moved a muscle since he entered the room.
"I told you already, I put him in a quiet room for a few hours."
"No, I mean what have you put him on? He's not usually this…docile."
Hakkai turned round and looked at Sanzo
"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm worried too. He's never gone this long without threatening to kill you, or Goku, for that matter. Something's up."
"So, you have no idea what is the matter with him?"
"No, not in the slightest."
Gojyo sat in thoughtful silence.
"Where is this quiet room?" He asked Hakkai, who was about to go to the kitchen to check on Goku
"Oh, just down the hallway: Room 711."
"I'll go check it out." Gojyo got up and walked out of the door.
"Goku?" Hakkai walked into the kitchen, looking for him
"Heheheheh. Idiots…" thought Sanzo, who was not drugged up at all, but was in fact using his wonderful acting skills to trick them all. "I'm wasting my time being a priest," he thought to himself, "I should be in Hollywood." And with that, he walked out of the door and off to 'stardom'.
Still wearing a dressing gown.
