Disclaimer - checks wallet I'm pretty sure the people who own Saiyuki and the characters therein have a personal wealth somewhat greater than the £6 I have on my person. Please don't sue my ass off.
Also, I forget where I read a fic with Koumyo smoking the weed of the gods, but the original idea isn't mine, I'm just borrowing it.
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Genjyo Sanzo allowed the Maten Sutra to subside and treated the light and sound crew to one of his patented jaundiced glares. 'Why can't I just use the fan? It works on all forms of idiots and I don't have to do all that nancy-boy chanting.' He growled at them.
Koumyo Sanzo shook his ghostly head and rolled a fat one.' Their way looks cooler kid, go with it. They're the ones paying our credit card bills after all.'
'And why did I have to get stuck with the godsdamned stoner ghost?' He yelled as a vein came dangerously close to exploding.
'Didn't you notice? The gods hate you, kiddo. They tend to hate anyone with better hair than them, not very forgiving or divine, I know.' Koumyo sat on thin air, spliff dangling from his lower lip and folded another orange paper 'plane. It took his mind off the terrible munchies he had.
'I'll have to agree with the esteemed Sanzo-sama's theory there, Sanzo.' Hakkai stated cheerfully, standing up and brushing off the youkai corpses that had piled up around him during the battle. Sanzo made a mental note to keep Hakkai away from the silent era comedies in punishment.
'I'm hungry! Isn't there anything to eat here?' Goku whined, vanishing his mystical Bo to somewhere best not thought about and looking about, sniffing for edibles.
'Not 'less you're up for a bit of cannibalism chibi-chimp. I know you're not fussy, so even your mighty hunger might be sated.' Goyjo remarked, looking around at the piled corpses and lighting up a tab.
'Yadda yadda yadda, ero-kappa.' Goku replied, lazily throwing up a two-finger salute at the taller man as he scrambled into the jeep.
'Does anyone else ever get the feeling we're just Kanzeon Bosatsu's personal roadtrip movie?' Genjyo Sanzo asked out loud as he dropped into the passenger seat, adroitly ignoring the stoned ramblings of his mentor. No wonder Koumyo had always been so polite to those crazy old faggot monks; he'd been too off his tits to bother slighting them.
No one replied. Instead Hakkai started Jeep's engine (how he does this is another question I think is best unasked) and some appropriate music started up, courtesy of the ever-obliging sound crew who were back in ninja stealth mode. Their sensitive microphones picked up the weary thread of 'banter' and occasional physical violence, culminating in a murder attempt as the jeep shrank, visible only by the plume of dust it raised.
