Gojyo: looking at script Hey! We're not in here until next chapter!
Miakaghost: That's cause this story is actually focused on Tante, the narrator.
Goku: Why is it seen from his POV?
Miakaghost: Look, it just it. You come next chapter, anyways.
Sanzo: This can't be too exciting.
Miakaghost: Two boys, ages 10 and 11 beat each other nearly to bloody pulps.
Sanzo: ...You know, this might be good, after all.
Hakkai: What piques your interest scares me, Sanzo.
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Shooting Stars
Chap.2
For a moment, I simply sat there on that porch, listening to Master Sanzo argue with his fellow monks about letting me stay. He seemed to be winning.
"What a stench!" A voice cried. Of course, despite this being an insult, this is how I ultimately met my first friend.
At the time I met him, he was Hao Sumata, a priest-in-training, and a pure human. Not pure pure, but he was human all the same. I thought he looked strange that first time I saw him in his white priest-in-training robes, and his ebony hair falling about his shoulders. Of course, I probably looked a sight myself.
I knew it without looking that I looked more than slightly disheveled. My copper hair was dirty, matted, and hadn't been cut in years, so it hung down the middle of my back, and was so filthy, it had dimmed to a dark brown color. My eyes, though still the same honey color they'd always been, had dimmed because of this lifestyle I had led. My clothes, just a tattered white tunic, and a pair of white pants at the time were only just barely holding themselves together, they were so threadbare. My face was so dirty and mud encrusted, I looked as if I was naturally tanned.
"Who are you?" The boy, Hao I learned his name was later, asked me. I shook my head, and put a hand to my throat. He didn't get it. "Talk already, you little urchin!" He snapped. Perhaps that's what set me off.
When Master Sanzo heard the thump and the scream of pain he rushed out to the porch. By the time he'd gotten there, I had Hao pinned on the ground, my knees straddling his hips to make sure he didn't move, and I had a rather sharp edged stone at his throat. From the way he was gasping and trying to cry out at the same time, I guessed the edge had started to cut into his flesh already, and also that the pressure on it was suffocating him.
For a moment, I felt Master Sanzo simply stand there, dumbstruck at what he saw me doing. Then, I felt two strong hands clutch my own and Master Sanzo pulled me off of Hao, and I saw the boy take labored breaths.
"Boy, what were you doing!" Master Sanzo shook me. He was mad at me. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, and I spoke the first words I'd spoken in three years.
"I'm sorry….so sorry." My answer probably made the man sorry for me.
"Look at this poor boy. Perhaps we really need to take him in. With problems like this, he really needs a home."
The monks simply stared at each other.
The next thing I knew, I was cleaned up, and sitting on a stool, letting Master Sanzo cut my hair.
"Welcome home,…boy?" I found the courage to try to speak.
"Tante….I'm Tante."
"Then welcome home, Tante."