Disclaimer: ( Still, still looking down Sanzo's gun barrel ) I'm getting bored you know, ( sigh) still not mine.
I'm really sorry about the wait, I got a major case of writer's block.
Finally, this is the ch. where Kyo's sisters come into the story, kinda…I think… I hope…
Fantasy is Reality, but Reality SucksCh. 5 Sisters Reunited
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kyo's POV oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I woke up around 9 a.m. All of them were still asleep, so I went down stairs and cooked breakfast for when they awoke. I prepared bacon, eggs, gravy, toast and more. I watched in amusement as Goku came down the stairs with his eyes closed and slightly leaning foreword, as if the scent of the food was leading him down in his sleep.
"Man! That smells delicious!" he squealed and snapped his eyes open. Gojyo, Sanzo, and Hakkai soon came down afterwards.
"Something smells good!" Gojyo sat down at the table, full of food.
"Yes, it does doesn't it?" Hakkai sat down next.
"Whatever. I hope it's better than the food yesterday." Sanzo complained.
"I'm sorry you didn't like it." I apologized.
" Oh, don't listen to that jack-ass over there, he never has anything nice to say," Gojyo explained, " Speaking of which, Sanzo, are you gonna let her sing or not?"
" Fine, the money will hopefully keep your grubby hands off my gold card." Sanzo replied, taking a bite of eggs.
" YYAAYYY!" Goku screamed.
" Sanzo, don't you think she'll need better clothes." Hakkai suggested.
" No! Hell no! Enough money has been spent on her behalf." Sanzo yelled. My tail and drooped instantly. (Money? He didn't spend any money on her!)
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. After we finished eating, Hakkai and I cleaned up ( he had insisted like 20 times, if you're wondering ). After we finished, we met up with the others in our room. Before anyone could really say anything, something flew in from the window and flew past me causing a small gust of air. I stared in awe as a white dragon perched itself on Hakkai's shoulder.
" Oh yeah! Kyo, this is Hakuryu. He's our jeep!" Goku explained.
" Huh?" I replied in confusion.
" What Goku meant to say was that Hakuryu transforms into our jeep." Hakkai corrected him.
All I could say was a simple 'wow'. Then our small conversation was interrupted when the inn manager stepped in.
" Well, men. Have you decided to let your slave sing for us tonight?" he asked.
" She's not a slave!" Gojyo yelled.
" Wha…! But I thought…" the startled man started.
" Well, you thought wrong." Gojyo glared. We all stared at Gojyo in slight shock of the sudden out burst.
" Then, please, forgive me about that," The manager replied cautiously, "So, have you decided?"
" Fine. I don't care anymore." Sanzo answered. I felt my face brighten.
" Well, since that's decided, I'll take her to get some better clothes, then." The manager said.
" We told you she needed better clothes." Goku rubbed it in, and got rewarded with a paper fan.
The manager led me outside to a small warehouse-type building right next to the inn. As we walked in I realized that it was completely full of clothes. After zigzagging through the racks of clothing, he finally stopped. I looked in horror as it finally sunk in on what he stopped at.
DRESSES! I HATE DRESSES! I yelled in my mind But if Gojyo wants me to…
" Okay. You'll need a silver one to match your hair." He said while fingering through the dresses, " No, wait, this one will do. Now try this on."
I stared at the dress as I headed toward the dressing room. I stepped out with a look of pure disgust of myself. I was wearing a pale blue dress with silver lines going down each side to show off every curve of my body. To put it simply… I hated it!
" Wonderful! Just wonderful! That will be the dress you will wear." The manager exclaimed, " Later you can go to the hot springs behind the inn to wash up, then I'll get my daughter to do your hair and make-up. Now how about you change back now?"
I quickly changed back into the leather I had. When I came out, I noticed something far down from the dresses. I rushed toward it, I went a little faster after each step. When I got to it, I gazed upon it the way a girly-girl would gaze at jewelry. It was an electric guitar! When the manager finally caught up with me I threw the dress right in his face to pick up the guitar. I began to play 'voodoo' on the guitar.
" You can play too!" the manager exclaimed.
" Yeah." I replied, not really paying attention.
" You can sing and play then." He stated.
" Whatever, I'm taking this, by the way." I said, tuning it a bit.
" Uh, ok. You're the star." He said, a bit shocked that I didn't ask, but told.
When we got back to the inn, I had to say it. Now or never as they always say.
" Hey, do I have to wear the dress, I mean, I'm gonna be playing an electric guitar after all." I persuaded.
" People only want sound. Plus, that leather is old." He said, walking away before I could say anything else. I walked into the room, they were all playing cards, and Sanzo and Gojyo were smoking. I saw Goku notice the guitar in my hand.
" Hey! Can you play that!" He asked excitedly.
I stopped, turned the volume up a bit, and played a three minute improvised guitar solo. When I finished I looked up at their shocked faces and asked, " Does that answer your question?"
" WOW! Teach me how to play! Teach me! Teach me!" Goku pleaded and jumped around me. He stopped when Sanzo threw the ashtray he had been using at him.
" Sit down. She's gonna sing a song for us." Sanzo told Goku in that dull voice of his.
I stared hard at Sanzo for a moment before finally saying, " Hey, buddy. No offence, but just as Gojyo said, I'm not a slave, A servant, maybe. But I'm not a slave." When I said this, my ears were against my head, not in fear, but in moderate anger.
Sanzo looked a little taken back by what I said but said nothing. Gojyo was grinning from ear to ear at me telling Sanzo off. Hakkai was strangely calm about the situation. Goku looked at me, disappointed, and asked, " Can you play us a song anyways?" his eyes moistened and had a pleading look, like a begging puppy.
Kind of like what she would do if she wanted something. I thought to myself. The thought came so quickly it was staggering, but disappeared like it was never there.
" So, how about it, Kyo?" Gojyo snapped me out of my thoughts. Everyone's eyes were focused on me.
" Why not?" I said before I began the song. I played and sang the song 'Wildside'. When I finished, they looked even more amazed than they we before.
" I started when I was six. It was so I could entertain the guards, either that or be outside as a watch wolf." I slightly blushed, " Too bad this baby is going to be wasted on a stupid dress. Why'd that dude have to pick me out the girliest-assed dress in there!"
" If you don't want to, why don't you tell him off like you did blondie a minute ago?" Gojyo asked, receiving a glare from hell from that certain blonde.
"Oh, right." I said, quickly walking toward the door, but stopped, "Uh… will help me find him, Gojyo?"
" Sure." he replied, shrugging his shoulders and followed me.
After looking almost everywhere, we finally found him.
" Sir? Can I pick another outfit from that warehouse of yours?" I asked as we walked up to him.
" Why! Isn't that beautiful dress good enough for you?" He replied in slight anger.
" Because she doesn't like dresses and her kind of music and a dress don't mix!" Gojyo snapped at him.
" OK, fine. She knows where it is." The manager said, slightly cowering at Gojyo's sharp tone.
" Thank you." Gojyo said in triumph.
The time it took to get to the warehouse was not very long, but every now and then, I'd catch Gojyo staring at my ass. Not that it really bothered me. As soon as we walked in, I began walking toward where I found the guitar. When I was sure I was where I had found it, I actually looked at the racks around the area for the first time. It was packed full of heavy metal clothes. I was so preoccupied with the clothes I barely noticed Gojyo staring at my sparkling eyes.
" So, you like this kind of stuff?" he asked.
" You… have…no…idea." I said, almost too excited to speak normally. My tail was wagging so fast that if you didn't know it was there, it looked like a white blur near my ass.
After look for a while I finally found the outfit I wanted. It wasn't particularly heavy metal looking. It was a black shirt with a white wolf on the front. The wolf had bloodstains on its face and was howling at the moon in the background. I had picked out a plain pair of black jeans, which would go great with the boots I was already wearing. I grinned, showing my sharp fangs. I saw Gojyo back away a bit as I got up to go to the dressing room to try on the outfit.
" How's this?" I asked as I stepped out of the dressing room. Not that I really cared if he said no, I'd still wear it any way.
" It suits you." He chuckled.
" It's a little tight though." I mused.
" Don't worry, you'll be ok. It's only for one night." Gojyo assured me. I would have replied with a thank you, if only he were looking at me in the face instead of my chest.
" Uh, Gojyo. Can you go to the front and look for more?" I asked him.
" Sure." He said heading toward the front.
As he left, I went back to change out of my outfit. After I changed I hurried to where I had sent Gojyo. When I was a few yards away from Gojyo I stopped suddenly. I had picked up a third scent in the air. Gojyo noticed me and walked toward me as I shifted my ears, desperately trying to hear breathing or something to give them away. Gojyo gave me a questioning look.
"Wha…" Gojyo started before I slapped a hand over his mouth.
" Someone's here." I whispered into his ear before removing my hand to follow the scent. As I got to where the scent was the strongest, I saw something behind one of the racks of clothes. I pushed the clothes away to reveal a little note propped up against a bottle. I gasped as I read the note, it read, "You were always gullible." It was a trap!
I turn to Gojyo to yell some kind of warning, but before I could, a slim figure jumped from the ceiling on front of him.
" You brain-washed her didn't you!" the figure yelled at him in a young voice. I saw someone else come up behind him, but it looked like a common thief, unlike the mysterious figure. But if you knew me well enough, you'll know that if I'm angry I'll attack the closest threat available. So, I tackled the thief, extended my claws and slit his throat, blood splattered all over me. I jumped up and pushed Gojyo out of the way as the figure attacked, this action caused myself to be stabbed in my left arm and leg. I quickly jumped up and pushed the figure down and extended my claws, but stopped as the figure lifted their hands up, signaling me to stop.
" Wait! Don't you remember me, Kyo! It's me, Sona! Your sister!" The young woman yelled.
" Sister!" I asked myself.
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Well, this is the longest ch. I've done to date. Sorry it took me so long to update, I got major writer's block. Sorry for the huge cliffhanger.