[note: YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD, DIDN'T YOU?! No, actually, I'm
not. I'm sorry. Much thanks to you guys (generic term) for
putting up with this, all ten of you. It makes me smile knowing
the I make you smile. You're actually encouraging more of this,
by the way. Don't say I didn't warn you.]
I don't get the "sun" reference.
Yaone: You've got to be kidding me. Goku? Sanzo? Sun? Com'on…
Okay, I get it, but I don't see how that can imply a pairing -
Yaone: Puhleeze, like the whole "rain" thing counts as a pairing inference, either. The only one I'd go for in this case is -
Dokugakuji: Uh, you two? Storytime?
Yaone: Storytime? What?
I don't get it, either. Do you need a bedtime story, Dokugakuji?
Dokugakuji: You're creeping me out. Just call me Jien.
Funny, that's what a reviewer said, too.
Okay! Story time for Jien!
Doku - Jien: Wait, I never said I wanted a bedtime story -
Yaone: Too late.
Once upon a time there was a blonde guy named Genjo Sanzo. He wielded a paper fan and walked around with a tiny paper tube in his mouth. He liked paper.
He especially loved paper airplanes. He'd fold them, and make them fly, but he really liked the orange ones. The blue ones he just couldn't see in the sky, and the white ones looked too much like clouds, and the black ones looked dark and angsty. Orange ones looked best against blue, so he always made orange planes.
Jien: "Orange ones looked best"? Tacky.
But one day, while Sanzo was out flying his paper airplanes (no one had yet fined him for being a litterbug), it became stormy, and rain began to fall. The rain was dark and heavy, and wet all his paper airplanes, and tore some of them in half, with the help of the wind. He began to cry, but his crying made the rain fall much harder, and his own tears were starting to ruin his paper airplanes, and the paper scroll he kept on his shoulders.
He cried about this for a while, but soon grew tired of crying, and the rain kept falling. Very soon, he became irritated, and finally, he started shouting at the clouds.
"STOP RAINING, DAMMIT!" He cried, and took out his revolver. It was not paper, but he liked it, anyway.
Yaone: He's not going to -
Jien: Well, duh.
And he shot all six shots into the sky. There was a cry of pain, and a redhead fell to the ground from the clouds. Surprised, Sanzo looked over the redhead, noting the six wounds in his chest.
"Owww! That hurt!" cried the red-head, whose name was Sha Gojyo. He had been having fun dancing in the clouds, but the appearance of this idiot sparked an urgent desire to rain water on him, ruining all his beloved paper.
Suffice to say, they were both idiots.
Sanzo noticed that it had stopped raining, and deduced that the redhead had caused all his trouble.
So the blonde reloaded his gun, and shot the redhead again.
The end.
Jien: You… are very disturbing.
And you, young man, are supposed to be asleep.
Jien: Bet I'm older than you.
Whatever. It could've been worse, y'know.
Jien: How do you figure?
How was Gojyo causing it to rain?
Jien: …
Yaone: …
Jien: I repeat my previous statement: You are very disturbing.
Bwaha.
Yaone: I kinda liked it. Sorta.
Whatever, now go to sleep.
I don't get the "sun" reference.
Yaone: You've got to be kidding me. Goku? Sanzo? Sun? Com'on…
Okay, I get it, but I don't see how that can imply a pairing -
Yaone: Puhleeze, like the whole "rain" thing counts as a pairing inference, either. The only one I'd go for in this case is -
Dokugakuji: Uh, you two? Storytime?
Yaone: Storytime? What?
I don't get it, either. Do you need a bedtime story, Dokugakuji?
Dokugakuji: You're creeping me out. Just call me Jien.
Funny, that's what a reviewer said, too.
Okay! Story time for Jien!
Doku - Jien: Wait, I never said I wanted a bedtime story -
Yaone: Too late.
Once upon a time there was a blonde guy named Genjo Sanzo. He wielded a paper fan and walked around with a tiny paper tube in his mouth. He liked paper.
He especially loved paper airplanes. He'd fold them, and make them fly, but he really liked the orange ones. The blue ones he just couldn't see in the sky, and the white ones looked too much like clouds, and the black ones looked dark and angsty. Orange ones looked best against blue, so he always made orange planes.
Jien: "Orange ones looked best"? Tacky.
But one day, while Sanzo was out flying his paper airplanes (no one had yet fined him for being a litterbug), it became stormy, and rain began to fall. The rain was dark and heavy, and wet all his paper airplanes, and tore some of them in half, with the help of the wind. He began to cry, but his crying made the rain fall much harder, and his own tears were starting to ruin his paper airplanes, and the paper scroll he kept on his shoulders.
He cried about this for a while, but soon grew tired of crying, and the rain kept falling. Very soon, he became irritated, and finally, he started shouting at the clouds.
"STOP RAINING, DAMMIT!" He cried, and took out his revolver. It was not paper, but he liked it, anyway.
Yaone: He's not going to -
Jien: Well, duh.
And he shot all six shots into the sky. There was a cry of pain, and a redhead fell to the ground from the clouds. Surprised, Sanzo looked over the redhead, noting the six wounds in his chest.
"Owww! That hurt!" cried the red-head, whose name was Sha Gojyo. He had been having fun dancing in the clouds, but the appearance of this idiot sparked an urgent desire to rain water on him, ruining all his beloved paper.
Suffice to say, they were both idiots.
Sanzo noticed that it had stopped raining, and deduced that the redhead had caused all his trouble.
So the blonde reloaded his gun, and shot the redhead again.
The end.
Jien: You… are very disturbing.
And you, young man, are supposed to be asleep.
Jien: Bet I'm older than you.
Whatever. It could've been worse, y'know.
Jien: How do you figure?
How was Gojyo causing it to rain?
Jien: …
Yaone: …
Jien: I repeat my previous statement: You are very disturbing.
Bwaha.
Yaone: I kinda liked it. Sorta.
Whatever, now go to sleep.