Disclaimer(s) - I don't own Saiyuki or ANY of the Saiyuki Characters nor am I affiliated and therefore I am not making any profit from this story whatsoever. Saiyuki and its characters belong solely to Kazuya Minekura and all other respective creators/owners. I am just a fan. A BIG fan. A HUGE fan. A... well, you get the idea. I don't own anything but the 4 girls' characters in the story.

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Gojyo loved how the beer ran in small rivulets down Tryst's chin, before dripping into her exposed cleavage. The liquid made her skin shine in the dim light, and he licked his lips, carnal thoughts flashing through his head like freeway traffic. She was just too… tempting. He grinned at the thought, and wondered just how much more tempting she could be without her clothes on…

Trysts' face suddenly flexed, and she released the beer can she had been holding, allowing it to drop to the floor with a metallic clunk, liquid spreading across the floor. She put a hand to her forehead and leaned back, groaning slightly, and slurring words under her breath. "Aww… *hic* … c'mon… not nooooow…." Her hair began to shift, as though a light breeze was brushing past her.

Gojyo stared at her, concerned, then highly interested as he heard her words. 'Not now' what? "Are you OK?" He asked, also tipsy from the beer they had shared. He tilted his head slightly, looking at her face, which was partially covered by her hand. Empty beer cans were strewn around them like wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Was she going to throw up?

"Urgh…" Tryst groaned, low in her throat, "No… I… having trouble controlling it…" She said in a comically drunk voice. Gojyo's eyes widened as Tryst's hair suddenly turned completely blonde. She lowered her hand off her forehead and looked at him with a wide grin. "How do you feel about blondes?" She hiccupped, then started laughing uproariously.

Gojyo reached out a hesitant hand to touch the golden locks, his hand steady. How the hell…? "How did you do that?" He asked, the awe in his voice severely dulled by the alcohol in hi system – he only sounded mildly curious. Tryst's giggles faded, and she reached up to cover the hand on her hair. She turned bright blue eyes to him, "I can do that… and so much more…" She whispered seductively – or as seductively as someone in her condition could. Gojyo's eyes widened, and he grinned hugely as Tryst's face began to twitch, her nose moved, eyes lengthened and lips became fuller. Her breasts increased another size, and her hair changed to a wavy, multi toned brunette.

She was Carmen Electra.

"What do you think of this?" She asked, pouting cutely – even her voice was identical. Gojyo couldn't take his eyes off her. She had enhanced and changed everything about her appearance, until she had perfectly transformed into this strange, sultry woman. His crimson eyes narrowed, and his usual confident smirk retook his face – oh… this could be fun….

"It's… different." He said, faking a yawn, and pretending not to care - this was extremely difficult, as her now enhanced bust size meant she was practically bursting over the lining of her black tank top. Gojyo couldn't help his mouth watering at the sight of her looking down and adjusting her breasts, so as to prevent her self 'escaping'. When she was finished, she looked back up at him, eyes huge as she wondered why it wasn't good enough… maybe someone else?

Her skin rippled, and her shape changed again. Gone were the seductive curves and enormous breasts – gone was the tanned skin. Her hair darkened to a rich, chocolate brown, and her lips filled out significantly. Her skin changed its tone to a light, milk chocolate colour. Gojyo stared at the stunning, dark skinned woman sitting next to him. She batted her eyelashes, and pouted her lips at him, making the already unbearable heat that was gathering in his lower abdomen, flare sharply.

She was Tyra Banks.

"How about now?" She asked in a soft voice. He just gulped and nodded, face pale as all the blood rushed from his face to his feet. This was… amazing. She could be anyone! But still…

"That's nice, but…" He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, pressing a soft, heated kiss on her cheek as he passed, "I prefer the real you." He began trailing gentle kisses down her jaw line, noticing how her skin began to fade back to its lightly tanned softness that he was so used to. His lips continued on their journey, reaching all the way to the corner of her mouth, before he stopped, and pulled back, smiling.

Tryst's breath had gone from lightly intoxicated to heavy and ragged in seconds. Did he even know what she did to him? Flicking a glance at his smirking, satisfied face, she narrowed her eyes. Of course he did. Picking up another beer, she decided if she was going to follow through with this, she would need a few more drinks.

Gojyo watched her amusedly; she was obviously trying to ignore him. He sighed, a little disappointed – he had hoped she would follow where those kisses were leading her. Not that he would do anything to force her, he was just hoping she might begin trusting him, 'that way' a little more – even despite his reputation.

"Gojyo," She said suddenly, eyes staring straight at the wall behind the bar. She swigged her beer, finishing it and crushing it in one hand as he turned to her curiously, with a small, "hn?"

Taking a deep breath, she turned to him, her eyes glowing a bright emerald green. A small, trembling smile made its way onto her face – she looked… nervous. Gojyo's heart fluttered slightly and he felt the smallest taste of hope reach his tongue.

"You wanna get out of here?"

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Sanzo had been sitting at the bar for hours. He had barely notices when Tryst began her side show act; though he saw a couple of the other patrons make the sign against evil. Pfft. Morons. He watched as Gojyo caressed her with his lips, curious at how the man would fare this time around – honestly, if he cared to wager, he hoped the girl would bitch slap back to Chang'an. He hoped.

... Please?

His violet eyes widened as he watched Gojyo get up from his stool, and offer a hand to help Tryst. The tall girl staggered off her seat, obviously intoxicated, and threw one arm around his shoulders, allowing him to keep an arm around her waist as the two of them giggled and stumbled out of the bar. Sanzo growled under his breath. Bloody, stupid, annoying, aggravating, attention seeking… FEMALES!

He downed another cup and decided it was time to go to bed. After all, twelve bottles of sake was enough to do in anyone. Staggering to his feet, as the walls melted slowly and the floor spun dangerously fast, Sanzo made his was to the exit. As he passed into the reception area, he felt his stomach heave uncertainly. Oh shit.

He barely made it outside as his body rebelled, and tried to force his intestines out through his mouth. The rain thundered down, soaking the blonde in seconds. He heaved and heaved, expelling everything he'd drunk, feeling even more shit than he had when he had started on his binge. Why had he started again? He couldn't remember. Something to do with those… women. Holding his fringe back, the great monk spat, trying to rid his mouth of the foul taste. Raising his chin to the sky, he opened his mouth to wash it out, before spitting again quickly. The rain was so bitter, even his own vomit tasted better. He grimaced in disgust at his pitiful condition. "Pathetic."

Making his way back inside on legs that were having trouble going in the right direction, Sanzo headed up the stairs, positive that they were much lumpier than before. He came to the realisation that everything was worse when it rained – even being drunk sucked far worse. Coming to the third floor, he quietly opened the door a crack, not knowing what to expect.

Silence.

Swinging the door wide open, he glanced around his room, and stifled a sigh. Fantastic. She was gone. For some reason, it didn't feel right. Something was off…but he dismissed it as one of those weird emotions that he hated so much. Worry… or something similar. Had she run away? He glanced around the room to see if any of his scant belongings had disappeared. No. But the room was dishevelled – chairs knocked over, bedding torn, a fist sized hole in the wall. Had she acted like a child, and thrown a tantrum? That seemed unlike her – but then again, he really didn't know her that well.

He snorted, ignoring the obvious evidence of her anger to him, at the same time feeling a little smug that he could make her react so violently. Not bothering to get undressed, Sanzo dropped onto his torn, but still useable bed, and fell into a deep, troubled sleep.

***

Daja awoke sometime before the sun was up, the morning star hidden behind the gentle rain. It had poured down during the night, then lightened to soft drizzle as the darkness faded. Heavy clouds still rolled across the sky, promising a dreary day ahead of them – thank god Kit had a retractable roof. Yawning hugely, the young muse stretched her hands above her head and sat up, her body protesting.

Hakkai sat by the window, head on his hands and sound asleep. His monocle was placed beside the flickering candle on the table, and his hair was free of his his headband. Daja looked upon him with soft eyes – the man really was incredible. He cared for her, watched over her, and was one of the gentlest people she had ever met. Yet he was defensive, polite and completely ruthless in his anger. He was… everything she had thought he would be.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she realised she was not wearing a t-shirt. She stifled a squeak of surprise, and quietly began searching for something to wear. Finding a toga wrap – the one Hakkai wore over his shoulder so often, she quickly folded it, and made it into a makeshift tube top, tying is securely at the back. Once this was done, she took a hesitant step towards the man asleep on the table. He remained asleep. Padding over to him, she gently reached out a hand to brush the hair off his face. He looked so peaceful… so calm…

A strong, wiry hand clasped onto her wrist as piercing green eyes snapped open and bored into hers. She gasped at the feral nature of that look – it was cold, dark… and so very dangerous. Daja took a step back in alarm, as Hakkai fully realised who he was looking at, and softened his gaze instantly.

"Daja! I apologise – you startled me." He said quickly, sitting up and replacing his monocle with one hand. The other still had not let go of her wrist. Daja squirmed as Hakkai stood, taking a step towards her till he was mere inches away. He seemed unaware of how badly he had intimidated her, or that he still held her wrist, though far more gently. Brushing a hand across her forehead to check her temperature, he missed the way she flinched slightly.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his smooth, honeyed voice was low, and husky. Daja felt heat rise to her cheeks at the way he talked to her – did he know how seductive it sounded? The way his voice seemed to flow over her like warm, melted chocolate, then was licked up again, in slow, delicious words? She trembled, and answered in the strongest voice she could.

"I'm fine now, thanks."

Hakkai frowned at her answer, his worried eyes string into her tired ones. Reaching his other hand up to touch her cheek, he brought it round to the back of her neck, cupping her head as he gave into his desires, and leaned in towards her. "…Daja…" He murmured softly, before pressing his lips to hers.

She gasped, feeling his warm breath reach her skin, before his kiss drew all rational thought from her mind. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, tasting her gently as he slowly slipped it further into her mouth. He pressed harder, lips crushing against hers as he began to lose control of himself. Releasing her wrist, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, feeling her hands pressed against his chest, and shaking slightly. He ravaged her mouth, showing a passion and an urgency that was so unlike his calm, even demeanour. He gentled as he felt her gasp, and her trembling increase. Had he been too forceful?

Pulling back, he looked into her eyes uncertainly, hoping against hope that he had not harmed her, nor damaged her impression of him. Her face was flushed, her eyes half lidded, and her lips gently bruised and swollen. He swallowed, need surging through him at the sight of her looking so ravished, and so ravishable…

Hakkai smiled as Daja opened her eyes fully, her face crimson, and her breathing harsh. He just… wow… and it was so… wow….Her mind couldn't rationalise what had just happened, but whatever it was, she wanted more of it. Slowly, she raised her arms, blushing furiously as she placed them around his neck. Fire burned in Hakkai's eyes at her acceptance, and he knew there would be no stopping tonight… no interruptions… just… them.

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Bella took a step back as Kougaiji approached her predatorily. She still had her weapons, but she felt confident she didn't need to use them. Besides – she couldn't kill Kou! She had been watching him for years, and felt somewhere that she knew him personally, almost like a memory… almost… like a friend…

She jumped as he lunged at her, hitting her back against the wall as he threw a punch towards her midsection.

CRUNCH

Her knee connected solidly with his torso, causing him to double over and gasp as the air was forced from his lungs. His fist had punched a neat hole in the wall, and he held onto that as he gasped for air. Before she could follow through with a double fisted strike to the back, he swung his leg around, catching her behind the knees, and dropping her in an instant.

Bella fell against the bed, crying out as her back hit the hard wooden edge. The Youkai prince recovered, standing over her as she clawed at the bed sheets, tearing them as she struggled to stand. She was growling at him, bearing her teeth as her eyes glowed strangely. Kou grinned and leant down to help her up.

Bella kicked out with both feet, sending him flying back across the room, hitting the table and scattering the chairs as he landed. Bella stood quickly and sprinted over to him, planning to knock him out while he was spreadeagled on the table. Jumping as she ran, she straddled his waist, fist striking down in a flash.

SMACK.

She was caught by a strong, tanned hand as an arm wrapped around her hips and pushed them forward, further onto him. Kou looked up into her eyes, and a small, chilling smile graced his lips. His eyes sparkled dangerously.

"Bring back and memories, muse?"

Bella growled and brought her other hand to his throat, pressuring it warningly. "I could break you with a single squeeze of my hand." She whispered, her voice deadly and hollow. Her eyes were glowing a strange pinkish red through her bangs. Kougaiji smiled, his eyes sharp at the way she held herself back.

"Yes… but you won't, will you?" He murmured to her. His gaze softening as her released her fist to bring his hand to her face, gently brushing her jaw line with his claws. Bella's eyes dulled, and her mouth opened slightly as pictures began flashing through her mind… strange images that were almost like… memories.

The moment she had lost focus, Kougaiji acted, muttering a short incantation under his breath, he pinched her ear with his claws, drawing blood to complete the spell. Bella slumped on top of him, completely unconscious. Kou wrapped his arms around her, muttering words of apology into her ear as he held her there for a while longer. He eventually got up, limping slightly at the hard blows she had delivered upon him. He gently swung her over his shoulder, knowing he wouldn't be able to run as fast should he carry her bridal style – not with all the bruises she gave him.

Climbing onto the window pane, the Youkai Prince looked back into the dishevelled room, afraid that someone might realise she was taken before they had time to escape. Then he shook his head – no- that arrogant monk would more likely believe that she had run away, such was his way of thinking.

Too bad for him…

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Suki awoke hours later, her violet eyes wavering in the dull, morning sunlight that was glowing through the open window. Where was she? She winced in reflex from the pain she was expecting in her shoulder. Feeling none, she sat up quickly, startling her bedside vigil. Suki ripped at her bloodied shirt, tearing it completely off and tossing it aside. She slid off her bra strap as she hurriedly probed and poked her glaringly unmarked shoulder with wide, stunned eyes.

An embarrassed cough took her attention away from her inspection, and back into reality. Goku sat there, head bowed, eyes tightly clenched shut – his face was practically glowing red. A light sheen of sweat had covered his features, and his fists were clenching and unclenching by his sides. Suki tilted her head at him curiously, what was wrong with him, and better yet, why was he here? In her room?

Suddenly, comprehension dawned on her, and she squeaked in embarrassment, pulling the blankets up around her near naked form in a flurry of linen. After she was sure she was fully covered – bar her face which was the same colour as Goku's – she cleared her throat and spoke to him quietly.

"G...Goku. It's ok now… I'm covered." She practically whispered.

The young man continued to keep his eyes closed and head bowed. If anything, he was shaking slightly.

"Goku? I'm sorry… I didn't mean to -" She cut herself off as piercing gold eyes stared into her own. What was that look he was giving her? Why was he so intense?

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying. "Suki… you were hurt really badly…" He seemed to have trouble finding the words, but he wouldn't look away, "I was really worried about you." He finished softly. His fists unclenched, and he stood, walking closer to her. Suki's eyes were wide at his simple, honest statement… was he saying…?

Goku knelt by the bed and reached out, grasping one of her hands with his own, and placing it against his chest. Suki flushed red at the odd gesture, and at his proximity to her. His chest was warm and hard against her fingers – she longed to flex them and feel if that continued over the rest of his body. Goku clasped her fingers tighter, almost painfully so, as he stared into her eyes. She wondered if he realised just how much this could be taken out of context should someone walk in on them? A half naked girl in a bed, and a young man on his knees holding her hand… yeah… that would go down well if Bella walked in…

"…Suki – I won't let it happen ever again."

Woops…. She had been off in la la land, thinking about Goku's toned abs, while he had been speaking to her!

"Uh… say that again?" she asked softly, feigning weariness. Goku's eyes turned worried, and he brought his other hand up to lightly brush her forehead and check her temperature. Suki flushed even harder at this, the contact of his skin on her face was just so exciting.

"I said that I let my guard down. I let them take you. Suki – I wont' let that happen ever again." He sounded so earnest, and so sincere. His voice was soft and husky, and far more serious than she ever remembered him being. She had obviously really scared him.

"Goku… there was no way you could have known I was going to get nabbed… Besides… you obviously defeated them, and…." She trailed off, noting the way he looked down guiltily. "Well, the way the other's defeated them…" Another flush of embarrassment.

Suki suddenly found it hard to breathe, and she leaned forward squeezing the monkey's fingers in turn, her eyes hard, and serious. "Who was it saru? Who got me?" Please don't say it… Please don't say it was…

"Bella." Goku uttered in a hushed voice.

Suki's eyes closed in pain, and a single tear glistened on her eyelashes. Her lips were clenched painfully tight, turning white as she breathed heavily through her nose. No… No… not again… her premonitions were coming true again! Goku stared at her in worry – he couldn't understand why she was so upset that Bella had been the one to save her. Had she really been relying on him that much? If so, he had doubly let her down. The young man hung his head in guilt.

Suki's mind flashed back to her dream, the one where she had seen everything happen – and everything that was going to happen. She had thought it was just her mind being cruel, and giving her an exciting dream/nightmare situation… But now she knew… If Bella had been the one to save her, and had… changed… then it had already started. The chain of events had already started.

Opening her violet eyes, she grasped Goku's chin in steely fingers and stared into his golden orbs with a look he had never seen there before. It was harsh, focused and determined - It reminded him strangely of Bella.

"Take me to her… NOW." Suki growled, surprising the young man with her vehemence. Why was she so determined?

"Suki…. Bella's fine – she only fainted. Sanzo's taking care - "

"NO! She's NOT fine saru!" Suki shouted suddenly, dropping her hand and frantically trying to escape the tangle of sheets. Embarrassment be damned – she had to find Bella! Goku flinched at the swift crack of her voice, like a whip across his skin. He began to help her, frustration and curiosity melding into worry at her strange actions. If Suki was this serious, and this upset – then something was seriously wrong….

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TO BE CONTINUED…