"It's not just beautiful, it's correct." Soft, pale hands cupped
together and scooped up a bit of water from the creek. Quiet
laughter echoed from the tall rock walls that almost entirely
surrounded the inn where the Sanzo party was staying.
"I think it's time."
"Time for what?" Goku queried Sanzo as he watched stiffened hands pluck at his shirt.
Sanzo's face scrunched. "A BATH, YOU IDIOT! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN LISTENING TO WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING ALL THIS TIME?"
And with that, he hurled the brunette into the creek.
"Waghhh!"
"You, too, you perverted redhead!"
"I'm goin', I'm goin'!"
"Kyuu!"
"No – wait, Hakkai! At least take off your shirt!"
SUDDEN IMAGE OF SANZO PARTY STRIPPING TO SKIVVIES AND DRIPPING WET, WAIST-DEEP IN CLEAR WATER
PANTSLESS
OVERLOAD
SHUTDOWN
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REBOOTING…
"What was that all about?" Goku frowned, still in the middle of taking off his cape.
"Nothing. Just… forget it." Gojyo waved it away, a disgusted look on his face. He turned around, and saw –
"Eeeeeeek!"
"Yaone! Cover up!"
Sanzo twitched. He was still on the bank, by the way. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"And with our dragon!"
"Kyuu!"
"What do you think we're doing here – we're bathing, of course!" Kougaiji was already in the
water.
SUDDEN IMAGE OF KOUGAIJI PARTY STRIPPING TO SKIVVIES AND DRIPPING WET, WAIST-DEEP IN CLEAR WATER
PANTSLE –
Nii: Ooh. Boobies.
Kougaji: GET THE HELL AWAY FROM YAONE AND MY SISTER!
"Excuse me."
All eight people turned to see a dark-haired woman, moderately-sized, staring at them from the creek bank.
"What is it?" Sanzo grated out, barely glancing at her. His eyes were still on the people in the
creek, as if his gaze was trying to impale everyone on a single shishkabob stick and beat them to death while they roasted over a large fire in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
"Are you Genjo Sanzo?"
He paused and turned slowly to give study the addressing party.
She stood with one hand in the pockets of her tan cargo pants, the other pushing up a corner of her wireframe glasses gracefully. One darkened eye gazed at him seriously from behind those shaded lenses, and a shock of jet-black hair fell over the other, effectively covering one half of her face. Besides the cargo pants, she wore a slimming gray shirt and a digital watch on her left wrist, while the other arm sported a dark blue sheath-like thing that seemed to hide –
Sanzo fired his gun, and the girl fell down dead.
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Sha right.
Everyone: DAMMIT!
"I think it's time."
"Time for what?" Goku queried Sanzo as he watched stiffened hands pluck at his shirt.
Sanzo's face scrunched. "A BATH, YOU IDIOT! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN LISTENING TO WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING ALL THIS TIME?"
And with that, he hurled the brunette into the creek.
"Waghhh!"
"You, too, you perverted redhead!"
"I'm goin', I'm goin'!"
"Kyuu!"
"No – wait, Hakkai! At least take off your shirt!"
SUDDEN IMAGE OF SANZO PARTY STRIPPING TO SKIVVIES AND DRIPPING WET, WAIST-DEEP IN CLEAR WATER
PANTSLESS
OVERLOAD
SHUTDOWN
.
.
.
.
.
.
REBOOTING…
"What was that all about?" Goku frowned, still in the middle of taking off his cape.
"Nothing. Just… forget it." Gojyo waved it away, a disgusted look on his face. He turned around, and saw –
"Eeeeeeek!"
"Yaone! Cover up!"
Sanzo twitched. He was still on the bank, by the way. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"And with our dragon!"
"Kyuu!"
"What do you think we're doing here – we're bathing, of course!" Kougaiji was already in the
water.
SUDDEN IMAGE OF KOUGAIJI PARTY STRIPPING TO SKIVVIES AND DRIPPING WET, WAIST-DEEP IN CLEAR WATER
PANTSLE –
Nii: Ooh. Boobies.
Kougaji: GET THE HELL AWAY FROM YAONE AND MY SISTER!
"Excuse me."
All eight people turned to see a dark-haired woman, moderately-sized, staring at them from the creek bank.
"What is it?" Sanzo grated out, barely glancing at her. His eyes were still on the people in the
creek, as if his gaze was trying to impale everyone on a single shishkabob stick and beat them to death while they roasted over a large fire in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
"Are you Genjo Sanzo?"
He paused and turned slowly to give study the addressing party.
She stood with one hand in the pockets of her tan cargo pants, the other pushing up a corner of her wireframe glasses gracefully. One darkened eye gazed at him seriously from behind those shaded lenses, and a shock of jet-black hair fell over the other, effectively covering one half of her face. Besides the cargo pants, she wore a slimming gray shirt and a digital watch on her left wrist, while the other arm sported a dark blue sheath-like thing that seemed to hide –
Sanzo fired his gun, and the girl fell down dead.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Sha right.
Everyone: DAMMIT!