I just read the reviews on this… I've had a request for a 'plot or porn
or something.' Either or. Whichever works. Laughed my ass off, I did.
Sorry for you hopefulls, but I'd kinda like to not start writing actual
porn until after I get my driver's license. THEN the party shall begin.
The normal thought process for Sanzo in the morning goes something like this:
Awake. Need cigarette. Find cigarette. Light cigarette.
Okay. Now where am I and how did I get here?
Once that information is obtained, he can focus on more important things, like hauling his lazy- assed campanions out of their respective dreams/ nightmares and forcing them out onto the road for another day.
Today was a bit different. It went something like this:
Awake. Damn, my ass hurts. Need cigarette. Find Cigarette.
Can't move arms. Hmm….
Might have to skip cigarette and go straight for the alcohol.
… can't get alcohol. Still can't move arms.
Where am I and how did I get here?
I'm in some bedroom, and I got here by…
THAT FUCKING KAPPA IS GONNA DIE!
Just so you know where he's coming from for this chapter.
Dark purple eyes glared at Gojyo. If looks could kill, the red- haired man would have simply disintegrated on the spot.
"Untie me. Now."
Gojyo was then stuck in the awkward position of Decision. Would he untie the monk and face instant death, or wait a while?
No, that would just make him madder.
"Where the hell did you put my gun?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you! You'll put half a dozen caps in my ass."
"Damn straight. Now untie me."
Well, someone was feeling blunt today.
"I don't think I will."
"So you're just going to leave me here forever?"
"Quite possibly."
Sanzo studied his face very closely, trying to decide if he was serious. He didn't think so, but he hadn't thought the kappa would actually jump him, either.
And what the fuck is with these ROPES?
He gave them a tug, which did no good at all. Of course it didn't. If he could get out of them just by pulling, they would have slipped off last night. God knows he'd pulled enough. Heck, just the leftover force from all that POUNDING would have…
Not gonna think about that.
Not gonna think about anything that happened or how good or bad it felt…
Not gonna think about how it felt to have Gojyo inside-
NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT THAT.
Dammit, there must be SOME way to get these off.
A sudden thought occurred to him.
"What happened to the sutra?"
"Huh? Oh.. I dunno. I think it's around here somewhere…"
Gojyo rifled through the piles of clothing on the ground. Sanzo saw his own jeans and suddenly wondered with horror exactly what he was- or wasn't- wearing under the blankets.
"It's right here. Totally fine, Mr. Pessimist."
"Put it down."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want your grubby half- breed fingers all over it."
Gojyo seriously considered licking it. Heck, maybe the priest's head would explode and save him the trouble of having to run away.
This thought must have shown on his face, because Sanzo's skin, if possible, got paler.
"Whatever you're thinking about, stop."
"You give a lot of orders for somebody who's still tied to my bed."
The thought of licking things was making Gojyo more confident. This cockiness wasn't helping his lifespan one bit.
"You're going to die as soon as I get out of this."
"Doesn't give me much incentive to let you out then, does it?"
Sanzo didn't say anything to that.
"Actually," Gojyo continued, sliding back onto the bed, "If I'm gonna die, I'm entitled to a last lay, aren't I?"
Hate was replaced by panic as Sanzo kicked out at the kappa, who dodged it easily. And ended up straddling him for the second time.
"I'm gonna fucking KILL-"
Gojyo cut him off the best way he knew how.
The normal thought process for Sanzo in the morning goes something like this:
Awake. Need cigarette. Find cigarette. Light cigarette.
Okay. Now where am I and how did I get here?
Once that information is obtained, he can focus on more important things, like hauling his lazy- assed campanions out of their respective dreams/ nightmares and forcing them out onto the road for another day.
Today was a bit different. It went something like this:
Awake. Damn, my ass hurts. Need cigarette. Find Cigarette.
Can't move arms. Hmm….
Might have to skip cigarette and go straight for the alcohol.
… can't get alcohol. Still can't move arms.
Where am I and how did I get here?
I'm in some bedroom, and I got here by…
THAT FUCKING KAPPA IS GONNA DIE!
Just so you know where he's coming from for this chapter.
Dark purple eyes glared at Gojyo. If looks could kill, the red- haired man would have simply disintegrated on the spot.
"Untie me. Now."
Gojyo was then stuck in the awkward position of Decision. Would he untie the monk and face instant death, or wait a while?
No, that would just make him madder.
"Where the hell did you put my gun?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you! You'll put half a dozen caps in my ass."
"Damn straight. Now untie me."
Well, someone was feeling blunt today.
"I don't think I will."
"So you're just going to leave me here forever?"
"Quite possibly."
Sanzo studied his face very closely, trying to decide if he was serious. He didn't think so, but he hadn't thought the kappa would actually jump him, either.
And what the fuck is with these ROPES?
He gave them a tug, which did no good at all. Of course it didn't. If he could get out of them just by pulling, they would have slipped off last night. God knows he'd pulled enough. Heck, just the leftover force from all that POUNDING would have…
Not gonna think about that.
Not gonna think about anything that happened or how good or bad it felt…
Not gonna think about how it felt to have Gojyo inside-
NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT THAT.
Dammit, there must be SOME way to get these off.
A sudden thought occurred to him.
"What happened to the sutra?"
"Huh? Oh.. I dunno. I think it's around here somewhere…"
Gojyo rifled through the piles of clothing on the ground. Sanzo saw his own jeans and suddenly wondered with horror exactly what he was- or wasn't- wearing under the blankets.
"It's right here. Totally fine, Mr. Pessimist."
"Put it down."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want your grubby half- breed fingers all over it."
Gojyo seriously considered licking it. Heck, maybe the priest's head would explode and save him the trouble of having to run away.
This thought must have shown on his face, because Sanzo's skin, if possible, got paler.
"Whatever you're thinking about, stop."
"You give a lot of orders for somebody who's still tied to my bed."
The thought of licking things was making Gojyo more confident. This cockiness wasn't helping his lifespan one bit.
"You're going to die as soon as I get out of this."
"Doesn't give me much incentive to let you out then, does it?"
Sanzo didn't say anything to that.
"Actually," Gojyo continued, sliding back onto the bed, "If I'm gonna die, I'm entitled to a last lay, aren't I?"
Hate was replaced by panic as Sanzo kicked out at the kappa, who dodged it easily. And ended up straddling him for the second time.
"I'm gonna fucking KILL-"
Gojyo cut him off the best way he knew how.