Hakkai: -claps-
Sanzo: Get on with it saru.
Goku: Why me! I did it in Chapter 3...
Gojyo: Because...It's basic luck you idiot. Now do it.
Goku: Fine Neokie does not own Saiyuki becuase if she did Gojyo would really be a cockroach. -snickers-
Gojyo: ... Get back here! -chases Goku-
Neokie: Okay...I wouldn't really make Gojyo a cockroach. Honestly. -sweatdrops- Anyway here it is. Chapter... -counts with fingers- 6! Kanatu's past and how she came to be.
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A Youkai Village in India lived calm under the leadership of Gyumaoh. A youkai walking by the river found something washed up on shore. A baby Youkai. Seemingly familiar the Youkai took the infant under her care to raise under the powerful Gyumaoh. But everything went wrong as soon as the young one turned around twelve, around the time Goku was with Nataku and Konzen in Heaven. She went berserk, the slit in her eyes was scarred deep into the memory of the surviving Youkai who turned and told the tale to their offspring. How she ahd slaughtered them endlessly and left those who were not with Gyumaoh safe adn unharmed. The Youkai who had taken her in died with the memory of the slaughter burned into her mind as she died.
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Fire ravaged the area as Youkai scattered far and wide, some screaming at the top of their lungs then being cut off by a ripping sound as blood splattered over the walls of some houses. She stood there wearing an empty fanged smirk in the middle of it all, Youkai corpses all around. The slit in her gold eyes appeared smaller then what some would consider normal. She held the arm of a Youkai in her right hand. Throwing it to the side. She lunged right, attacking another helpless Youkai.
A Youkai backed against the wall. Everything they tried to do ended up hopeless, stabbing her didnt work, the blades went through her like a ghost. How could this young Youkai she had found by a river do something monstrous like this? She should have left the child for the birds, she cursed and sweared at herself as she roared, charging at the girl and became am martyr, dying with her arms gone and throat ripped out.
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"Then just go to Earth and find the Sanzo Ikkou. Tell them that you were sent by me. If you can remember long enough. Good luck."
Kanzeon smirked and watched as Kanatu looked at her confused. "But...Why me? And what purpose would this fufill?" Kanzeon smiled and opened her mouth to reply. "It will fufill nothing at all but delay their trip to stop Gyumaoh." Jiro Shin opened his mouth to object to the Goddess but Kannon raised her hand, preventing him from speaking. "I know Jiro Shin. But if this journey ended that quickly I would find nothing to do up here again. I would be bored." Jiro Shin shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. "Kanzeon Bosatsu..." Kanatu looked up at then glanced at Nataku. She smiled but shook her head, looking back to Kannon. "I don't really have a choice do I?" Kenzeon smirked and nodded. "You learn quick. Now go get changed." Kanatu nodded, walking towards the exit she paused in the middle of the doorway and glanced back at Nataku. 'Will you ever return to emotion and happiness Nataku?'
She thought to herself and walked down the hallway towards her room. Shaking her head. Kanzeon laughed and sat back down in her chair. Jiro Shin looked at her and shook his head. "What will really happen?" Kannon caught his eye and laughed. "You caught me. Anyway you know Kanatu is not realy human nor demon. Similar to Nataku but by a different way. She was created. Thrown into a river after being created for who knows why and left to drown. But life clinged to her. The way she was created or born as you may say is similar to the little monkey, but worse. She's a curse to put it straight. And only Youkai under Gyumaoh know this curse because they were victims of it. That's why Kanatu wears those power limiters. If they ever broke she would lose her sanity, like what is happening due to the minus wave. If she broke lose she could destroy and ravage those around her realted to Gyumaoh or under him for who knows how long... Intresting isn't it? Anyway, I wanna see if I can have some fun, sending her to the Sanzo Ikkou. It might be fun to how they react and if they grow attached anyway. If you really saw what Kanatu looked like...Boy you would be suprised."
Jiro Shin raised an eyebrow but spoke nothing more. He shrugged and Kanzeon watched as Kanatu walked in hesitantly. Wearing a blue skirt that came past her knees and stopped before her ankles, and a gray jacket. She held a katana to her chest with both hands as she walked towards Kanzeon. The metal of both her youkai limiters and right leg brace jingled slightly. She looked at Kanzeon and nodded. "I think I'm ready." Kannon nodded and sat up. "Of course you are. Okay now you might not come back for awhile...So are you sure aout this?" Kanatu glanced at Nataku and walked over. She bent down in front of her and grabbed Nataku's right hand, no response was shown as she whispered something and touched the back of his hand with her forehead. Standing up she looked at Kannon and nodded. "Now I am."
Kanzeon nodded, looking at Jiro Shin. "Prepare the transportation." Jiro Shin nodded, with a bow and nod he walked out of the room. Kanatu glanced at the pond full of lilly pads and flowers. Kannon stood next to her. "Have fun." Was the last two things she said before Jiro Shin returned and escorted Kanatu out of the room and building. He looked at her then shook his head, muttering something to himself as he cleaned something with a napkin. Looking at Kanatu he nodded. "We'll get you somehwere near the Sanzo Ikkou but you have to find them yourself. Sorry. Kanzeon's ways are intresting yet usually the most difficult." Kanatu nodded and smiled slightly. "I know. Thanks Jiro Shin." Jiro Shin nodded, a bright light appeared and Kanatu rose her arm, trying to see she saw nothing and fell into a black unconciousness.
Waking up later she found herself against a tree. Kanatu stood up, examining her surroundings. She began walking, cautious as she held her katana close to her chest. She continued like this for awhile. A few hours later Kanatu found herself nowhere, all there were, were trees all around. She sighed in frustration and paused for a moment, looking around. She herad a slight shuffle and turned around, reaching for the handle of her katana. She swallowed the lump in her throat and pulled out the blade, she tilted it at an angle and the sun bounced off of it, lighting a spot in the bushes. As if a instant cue or reaction a Youkai jumped from the bushes behind her. Kanatu ducked as the Youkai flew overhead, landing into the bushes in front of her. Kanatu threw the sheath to the side and jumped back, holding the blade in front of her in a defensive position. The Youkai stood up, looking at Kanatu, the empty eyes widened, a finger raised pointing in her direction. "You...You... Have you come back to cause more havoc to us! Gyumaoh will punish you!" He screamed, charging at her. Kanatu left her flank unguarded for a moment as she wondered what the Youkai had meant.
'Kanatu! Grab ahold of yourself!'
A voice rang inside her. She looked up and blocked the Youkai, kicking at his ankles he fell to the ground and with instinct stabbed the blade through his heart. The Youkai coughed up a small amount of blood and fell limp, hands spread onto the ground. Kanatu pulled her blade out, picking up the sheath and returning the katana into it's container. She continued walking, leaving the Youkai corpse. "There's...Probably more around..." Kanatu said to herself, aware of what was going on with Shangri-La and it's Youkai. She had learned and studied about it ever since she had overheard about it when Jiro Shin talked to Kanzeon one day. She continued walking, one hand on her blade and the other on her hand. The next thing she knew she was surrounded by Youkai. They all had a sense of fear from the tales they were told by her being a curse. One Youkai spoke outloud before charging at. "Damnit go back where you came from! Gyumaoh will rule no matter what damn curse you are!" Holding her blade Kanatu waited for the Youkai to move and immediately decapacitated him, his head rolling in front of his comrades. The other Youkai showed no remorse and continued charging at her one after another.
Kanatu began to tire after a short while and still there was only a few Youkai left. She had slight bruises and cuts from Youkai who had gotten a hit on her and her left arm was bleeding profusely for a shallow wound. Holding her blade with her right hand, she finished off the last Youkai. Leaning on her blade she breathed heavily, trying to regain herself. She gained some energy and straggled back into the direction she walked, holding her limp arm while she hugged her katana with her right arm. After a little while it was getting close to dark. Kanatu fell for the seventh time and this time stayed in the dirt. Her arm had stopped bleeding but the pain she felt was nothing compared to anything. She winced and leaned against a tree, wiping her mouth with her right hand as blood dripped from her lip.
Standing the pain no longer she decided to stay here. She tried to keep her eyes open but they grew heavier with each passing minute. She stood up barely and stumbled forward, falling in the middle of the trail, slipped back into an unconciousness black space. The birds ahead flew off from their perch as the moon shined in the darkness, the only light brighter then the stars right now.
Later on the night faded as the sun rose in the east. A voice of an angry monk echoed throughout the forest.
"DAMNIT BOTH OF YOU URUSAI!"
Kanatu heard but even if she wanted to find the source of the voice she had no feeling or strength to even move. She felt for feeling in her left arm and could feel the dried blood on her sleeve. She winced and fell back into her unconciousness. Hearing a motor didn't even wake her, she felt beyond anything that involved movement. She breathed softly and heard a few voices close to where she was.
"Damnit Hakkai keep your eyes on the road!"
"Oh, quite sorry Sanzo."
"Hey look there's someone in the road!"
She gripped her eyes shut in both fear and uneasiness as she heard a screech and tires hitting the dirt as the motor soundstopped, she felt the prescence of something in front of her, barely inches away. Four men got out of the jeep. A monk with a chakram proving he was one of those entitled with the name of Sanzo, a cheerful green eyed man with a monocle on his right eye, a red headed man with a headband across his forehead, and a small brunette with golden eyes and a matching diamend to contain his powers.
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