Just Some Random Saiyuki Thoughts
Just Some Random Saiyuki Thoughts
Dream Jobs
Disclaimer: This belongs to Minekura Kazuya. Not a bored person.
A/N: I made them all the same age, just a few months separate, but Sanzo is still the oldest and Goku is still the youngest, and so on and so forth.
Sanzo's real name is Kouryuu and Hakkai's is Gonou,so I thought it would make more sense to call them by his real name since they are children.
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"You dumb, little monkey! Give me my cookie back!" yelled a crimson-haired boy named Gojyo.
"My cookie! Mine! Mine! Mine!" bawled the little brunette, Goku, defensively.
"Now, now, children. Why don't you just break it and half and share?" suggested another brunette with glasses named Gonou.
"Dummies don't like sharing," snorted a blonde-haired boy called Kouryuu.
"What did you say, droopy eyes!" this time the crimson-haired boy was shouting at the blonde.
"Don't talk about him!" roared the little brunette.
"Children! Don't speak so rudely and settle down and eat your lunch!" the teacher said as she grabbed the three from attacking each other and settled them in chairs. Chairs far away from the other petrified children.
They seated themselves and continued eating their lunch. The cookie was taken by the teacher much to Goku's and Gojyo's disappointment.
"Stop looking at the teacher's booty," Kouryuu said utterly disgusted at his tactics.
"Ew. Gojyo's nasty. Nasty!" Goku ran to Gonou for safety.
"Psh. I like girls. They can share their cooties with me." Gojyo winked at the other ladies in the classroom as they swooned, blushed, became terrified, or completely ignored him for they too believed he was an idiot.
Well, to keep this short, let's say they didn't believe in eating in peace. There was yelling, anger, violence and a teacher calming them down for three minutes. Then, it would happen all over again.
Finally, lunch came to end and class began. Thankfully, the four children didn't sit next to each other, or at the same table, but they didn't sit at a far enough distance that they couldn't easily shout at each other or pass notes across the room. Yeah, teachers never seem to pay attention to this detail.
"Okay, class. Today I will be asking you what job you wish to have in the future. Like, what do you want to be when you grow up? Foe example, I'm a teacher, and I'm sure your mommies and daddies have jobs too. So what would you like to be?" She grinned cheerfully at each of the students.
All of them sat in silence as they put their ideas of a job into deliberation. After five minutes, the teacher decided to choose each student one at a time to say what they plan to be.
Starting first was a boy named Li Touten stood and spoke, "I plan to be God," he said with a menacing snarl. The rest of the class burst into fits of laughter while the teacher face turned red as she held in a giggle.
Li Touten didn't seem to find this humorous and exclaimed many things he would do to them once his day came.
"Hehe, Li, sit down please. And I … wish you luck … kch … on that … un … dream," the teacher could hardly speak. "Next is Kimoki. What would you like to be?"
"I want to be a writer!" she squealed gleefully.
"And what do writers do, Kimoki?" the teacher asked the happy little get sweetly. Internally, she hoped the girl actually knew so she wouldn't have to deal with more laughing.
"They write. Duh." Gojyo rolled his eyes as though that was the most obvious thing in the world … which it was, but that was not the point. Gonou -- who was seated across from him -- sighed at him saying stupid things, even if they were true...
"Gojyo!" the teacher's voice was sharp and held no signs of patience or kindness.
The students scurried back in fright. They had never seen the benevolent, pleasant and tolerant teacher act like this. He chose a bad day to annoy the teacher. She must be on her menstrual cycle.
She noted how terrified and traumatized her students look. She needed a cover up-- something to make them get over her little … outburst. Ah, of course, call a student. A student who didn't seem scared.
"Next, Billy, what would you like to be?" The boy was so surprised by how quickly she converted back to her nice side that he couldn't speak. The teacher must have observed this since she turned to Kouryuu, who seemed unaffected by it, and asked him the same question.
"I don't know," he said with a minor nonchalant slur.
"Oh, come on. I'm pretty sure you have something in mind," truth was held in her words.
"Ugh. A Sanzo then," he spoke as though it was no big deal. Gonou, Gojyo, Goku, heck, the whole class thought otherwise since they stared in shock at the idea of Kouryuu ever becoming a Sanzo. It didn't seem possible.
Choked laughter could be heard around the room. No one dared mock Kouryuu for they knew that immense pain would be coming their way.
All sorts of snorts and giggles could be heard, and Kouryuu wasn't taking it lightly. Well, only one person wasn't laughing.
"C'mon! Kouryuu would make a good Sanzo. He is … nice and stuff. He cares and stuff. He is like the teacher!" Goku praised Kouryuu dearly as he faced him. With that said, no one could hold it. The classroom, once again, burst into hoots.
"Children these days," Sanzo rolled his eyes and chewed on his pencil then tossed it at Goku's head as a sign to shut up.
The class calmed down as they got over their teacher being pissed and continued telling their dream careers.
Some said a doctor, some said an astronaut, and some said a firefighter. You know the many cliché job that every child wants until they realize how much work they have to do, how expensive it is or how life threatening it really is. Then, they choose to work at McDonalds instead.
Yes, let their hopes climb high into the heavens until it comes crashing down like a rock. A rock representing reality that smashes the dreams in their head into many pieces.
Isn't life harsh?
"What would you like to be, Gonou?" The teacher smiled at little Gonou.
He blankly at the teacher for a few moments then spoke, "A teacher, I guess."
No student thought 'teachers pet,' or 'you little show off,' since it wasn't hard for anyone to believe. He was the smartest, calmest and the one who tamed the young ones in the class. Even the teacher didn't seem fazed. This was a job that Gonou seemed capable of doing unlike the other students.
"I hope your dream comes true," the teacher replied.
"Thank you," his politeness voice said.
"What about you, Goku?" she turned to face the bored, drooling student.
He lifted his saliva covered cheek off the desk and looked at her. His stomach growled incredibly louder than usually, scaring many people. Even the classrooms next door heard it. Okay, they may be exaggerating a bit, but it's possible.
"Um, I do not know-- I mean, I am not sure," Goku sheepishly smiled cutely at her while rubbing his head. He wasn't even thinking about this subject in the first place. Oh well, the teacher wouldn't mind, she couldn't resist his cuteness.
"I hope in due time you do," she responded.
"He just doesn't know how to think," Gojyo snorted.
The students' held their breath's as the expected another outburst from the teacher. Instead she just asked Gojyo what he wanted to be; surprising everyone.
"Ah. I know exactly what that is," Gojyo tossed his hair like a superstar and stood on top of his table as he posed flirtatiously. "I want to be a stripper!"
And then he winked.
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I need to get off Gojyo now. Even though he is my favorite character (like anyone hasn't figured that out yet) I do need to type about the others. I'm working on the Goku one; I just need a sudden inspiration. Most of them come from chatting with people. I don't know why.
In case anyone was wondering, this inspiration came from watching that show on VH1 were they are looking for male models I was into that show and it just seemed to make me think of something Gojyo would do.
Read and review my lovelies. :D