Hachi No Iro

Fanfiction written by Mythical-Colors

Disclaimers for Dummies: Gensoumaden Saiyuki and Weiss Kreuz Kapitel are NOT mine. They belong to Kazuya Minekura and Koyasu Takehito respectively. I'm not making money off this, but I am having loads of fun.

Notes: Late update. I wonder if anyone still cares about this story? Oh well. We'll see. XD

Sorry I've been dead for the past few months. I greatly apologize to the people who put this story on their watch list. Work really piled up the past few months and it's only now that I got some writing time. I was bored at the office and saw my old document, missed it and continued it.

Again, this is set somewhere in Gensomaden Saiyuki and Weiss Kreuz Kapitel. AU-ish, a-duh.

"Sanzo."

"If you finish that, I'm going to –"

"I'm hungry!"

Three gunshots resounded in succession the moment the sentence was finished.

Goku had his hands over his head, protectively trying to shield it from whatever came first; the fan or bullets. Apparently, it was the latter.

"I can't help it! I'm hungry! We haven't eaten for so long!"

"You mean an hour or less before we got here?" Gojyo chimed in, looking just as irritated as the blond monk. "We don't have time for your stomach-fueled antics right now."

The heretic child sighed and slumped down. "I can't fight if I'm starving!" he whined, tugging at Sanzo's sleeve again. "Come on, Sanzo!"

His response was a paper fan smashing soundly over his head.

"Shut up! I can't hear myself think!" Sanzo yelled as Goku grumbled, groaned and rubbed his head.

Hakkai looked around and sighed. "We really don't know how to get back from here. I think finding food is the least of our problems." He stopped and looked up at the sunset-kissed skies. "I wonder if they'll be alright." He whispered to no one in particular.

Gojyo snorted and rubbed his nape in mild annoyance. "I don't think you should be worrying about those guys back there." He looked at his dark brown haired companion. "Did you see those weapons they had with them? They're hidin' something."

Sanzo scoffed. "Whatever it is, it's none of our business."

"Well, baldy." Gojyo began. "Got any ideas of how we got here in the first place and how we can get back."

The blond monk scowled. "Most likely the one who sent us here is a demon leading the battalion we fought this morning. From the way things look, he could control time and entrances through different realms, hence we're here now."

"But that's another questions. Of all the realms that could possibly exist, why this one?" Hakkai asked, standing beside Sanzo.

Sanzo was yet to answer when suddenly, Goku got up. Standing in front of the three of them, his eyes looked wide from surprise.

"Look! It's that lady from earlier!"

The other three of the ikkou turned their sights to where Goku pointed. A demon with pasty yellow skin, black markings and green-red hair carried a familiar red-haired woman over his shoulder. This woman was currently struggling and had managed to get him to throw her down. However, the demon didn't take this well, he lifted a hand and struck her across the face.

That was all that Gojyo needed.

The hanyou's eyes narrowed in anger. "I ain't letting the bastard get away with that." The shakuju took form, extending and in his grasp.

Goku was already way ahead; the heretic creature sprinted from where he stood and was immediately halfway where the other two were. He stretched out his hand upward, the Nyoi bo appearing within seconds.

The demon Takao felt his blood run cold; he hadn't mean to hit the Demon Princess Ninghong, but his feelings of betrayal were burning within his gut.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Princess Ninghong!" he said. "I'm here to take you back home!"

Manx kept her hand on her cheek and looked over to glare at the demon. "You've got the wrong person! I'm not Ninghong!"

She was about to kick the demon back but he grabbed her ankle and dragged her to lie on her back. Manx sneered and glared at him even more; her pale blue eyes cold and livid.

The strange part is, Takao looked sincerely bewildered and frustrated by Manx's behavior. Did this – whatever it was – really believe that she was some princess from gods know what place? Manx kept her glare steady, her voice oozing with venom as she spoke.

"Bastard. I told you I'm not Ninghong. And if you touch me again, I will break your fingers and make you eat them." Her tone was steady; the unknown creature was surprisingly taken aback.

In truth, Takao's reaction was more of recognition than it was of fear. The Ruby Princess Ninghong had told him the same words not so long ago. Those very same threats, in that very same voice coming from that very same gorgeous woman who looked at him defiantly even though she was obviously overpowered at the moment.

The demon reached out a clawed hand and watched Manx flinch. At that moment, he didn't care if he would hurt her. As long as she would come back with them. With him.

Takao froze; his eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed Manx by the waist, pulling him to her. He leapt out of the way just in time to avoid the shakuju's sickle, landing where he stood moments ago.

He whirled around, tightening his arm around Manx's waist. The demon looked up and hissed. "You again!"

Gojyo pulled the sickle back, standing there as the curved blade made its way back to the end of his scythe. "We're bad losers." He said with a small frown. "We don't like giving up and running away." The red haired hanyou's voice was low and dangerous. "Let the lady go, bastard."

Takao was about to speak when he heard the cry coming from his left. He tried to look but only met up with a fist that landed right on his face. He let out a pained scream, but it sounded a bit more like an anguished one as soon as he felt Manx pulled away from his grasp.

He landed on the ground and immediately rolled away. A combination of a light blast and a couple of bullets zoomed to where he lay moments ago. Takao grasped his shoulder and snarled, his eyes narrowing.

Hakkai and Sanzo stood a few steps away from him; sparks of yellow light still fizzled and hovered over the green-eyed healer's fingers while smoke still came out from the end of Sanzo's gun. The priest sneered and aimed it at the demon.

"Next shot, it'll be your head." The purple-eyed monk said. "And when I say next, I mean the next time you even move an inch from that spot."

Goku was standing over where he'd punched Takao just earlier, cracking his knuckles. He grinned. "Sanzo's serious, so don't try anything."

Manx stared in disbelief at these men who she had no idea of. A lot of things were wrong with this picture – and she tried to make a list of them in her head. First of all, they were dressed a little strangely for "common people" who just happened to be walking around the streets of Tokyo before this disaster struck. Secondly, they were speaking Chinese? Did traveling performers just happen to pass by and decided to help out "innocent civilians" until the real authorities came? The fact that she understood them wasn't such a surprise, as Kritiker agents are known to be fluent in at least two or more languages. Thirdly, they had real weapons that could kill someone. Fourth, did a blast of light just come out of that man's hands? – And is that monk carrying a gun?

"Wh-Who are you people?" Manx was a woman who'd seen many things, pleasant and unpleasant alike, but this was definitely something she couldn't fathom.

Gojyo offered his hand to her and helped her steady her feet. "Are you alright, miss?" his voice was gentle and soothing – a little low and flirty the more Manx thought about it. She remembered a certain green-eyed assassin, who might've done something to the same effect – except for the fact that he knew her name.

That snapped her out of it.

"I'm fine." She answered, she stepped back now warily glancing at him. "Now who –"

"You're NOT going to take Princess Ninghong with you. NO!" Takao was delirious with rage. He started to leap towards Manx, planning to grab her again.

"No you don't! –" Gojyo said, stepping in front of Manx protectively.

"Now, Sanzo!" Hakkai called, his own eyes narrowing – a light blast was forming around his hands. Sanzo said nothing, but a scowl formed upon his lips. He put his hand on the trigger and got ready to pull.

"Get the hell out of the way!"

Gojyo looked up and without another word, he scooped up Manx (who was getting tired of being swept off her feet and carried away from danger, though she appreciated it) and moved to the side – just in time for a Super Seven racing car to speed past and knock Takao off his feet.

The demon screamed and was thrown, landing on the ground with a sickening thud. His bones were without a doubt broken and crushed, but he could at least still move his head to look at Manx, love, admiration and lust burning in his gaze.

Hakkai and Sanzo stared at the now immobile demon before looking at the car that just knocked him over. The driver was the same person from the shop they left minutes ago. Tallest among the four, neck-length dark blond hair and green eyes.

"You guys." Sanzo trailed off, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"You're welcome." Youji answered with a sarcastic tone. "Now can you kindly give us Manx back, thanks."

Another car stopped just behind them. Aya stepped out of his porche and Omi followed from the front seat. The youngest assassin seemed to look frantically for the lady Gojyo and the others just saved – and upon seeing her, he rushed to where Gojyo stood with her.

"Manx! You're alright." Omi said with very evident relief.

"Of course, Omi." Manx couldn't help give the young boy a small smile, but then she looked over to Gojyo. "These men stepped in – you should thank them."

Omi looked up at Gojyo and nodded, smiling warmly. "Thank you. It means a lot, Gojyo-san."

This was the part that really confused Manx. "You – know these people?"

Gojyo chuckled, the staff of the shakuju resting on his shoulder. "Long story, Miss Manx." He said, stepping forward. "Now then, why don't we finish business?"

Sanzo scoffed. "Let's get this over with." He cocked his revolver and walked to the fallen demon. Goku gripped his Nyoi bo and gave a boyish grin, then turned to Ken.

"You coming, Ken?" he asked.

Ken had his eyes on the demon still, with all the destruction and commotion happening in the city, people had hidden, or died – no one would really care that he wore his weapons in broad daylight. "I have absolutely no clear idea of what the hell is going on but - I can't forgive them for what they've done to these people!" he clenched his fists. The claws came out once more, he walked with Goku.

Sanzo said nothing but glanced at Aya, who he then noted had his sword in his hand. It wasn't really like any of the swords he'd seen back in Tougenkyou – but it looked just as effective. Aya spared him a glance for a second before joining the others to finish off the demon.

Takao groaned but stayed still. The sunlight hurt his eyes. No matter how much the rage coiled and ran through within him, he had no strength to move. Perhaps he was dying. He did not dare close his eyes; if he could not kill them and these disgusting humans, then his own empire would avenge him. Demons were supposed to stir fear in the hearts of humans and not the other way around.

Even as shadows of eight loomed over him, he didn't look away. He saw all of them, knew all of them. Even the four who'd just joined, there was now no question in his mind. The woman was Princess Ninghong – and these were the very same four who took her away from her Kingdom. Brainwashed her and stole her away from where she belonged. Now they worked with even more traitors – with that his glance went to Gojyo, Hakkai and Goku, the hate within him burning even more. He hated them all equally – they will die. The demon empire would –

"This is the end." Sanzo said, aiming his gun.

"Join your friends in hell." Aya added coldly, drawing his sword out from its sheath.

Takao frantically moved his glance to each of them; Sanzo, Goku, Hakkai, Gojyo, Aya, Omi, Ken and Youji.

He would make all of them pay.

"Oh how these eight colors blend."

Aya whirled around, kicking off the ground and raising his sword. His eyes narrowed in silent rage as he made his way to another demon that stood a good distance from them. His teammates seemed surprised at his sudden reaction; Sanzo looked at him once more, growing wary by the moment.

"He knew there was a demon?" Hakkai asked in a low voice. "Can he sense their energies, too?"

"Exactly what I want to know." Sanzo answered.

Across them, a tall demon with dark crimson eyes and sea green hair waited for the swordsman to come closer.

Then he smiled and threw something in the air; Omi squinted.

"A… crescent ruby?" he asked.

Just before Aya could strike the demon overhead, red and green lights burst from the gem, enveloping all of them within minutes. Screams of terrified people continued as demons leapt out of the clearing light and smoke. These creatures which they thought were things of legend and old tales were now flesh and blood, chasing them like hunter does its prey.

The only heroes who could've stopped them were gone away with the light that took them.

Yep. Back to the land of joy and joyness that is Tougenkyou again. I think the Weiss kittens are getting the hang of this demon slaying thing. Let's see how they do there!

Comments and suggestions are appreciated and very much welcome.

But if you're going to flame me, at least be original and amusing. Kthanx.

~Dea