nina_vendredi | Anonymous Saiyuki "Gen" Meme!

Anonymous Saiyuki "Gen" Meme!

Stolen from

vom_marlowe who stole it from

toxictattoo. Requested by

redbrunja

Feel free to pimp this out.

Anonymously post a request for that fic you've always wanted to see, but for what ever reason, haven't written. The focus of the story should be the plot, not the sexxxings. This does not mean that smut is a no-fly-zone, just that scenarios only serving to get the characters into each other's pants can go to the oh-so-hot kink meme.

Peruse the other requests, and drop off a ficlet as an anonymous comment in the requester's thread

There is no limit to how many times a request may be responded to.

There is no requirement to leave feedback, but it should also be done anonymously (unless you really, really want the writer to know who's commenting). And well, feedback is always appreciated.

Don't just post a list of characters. Please provide some sort of scenario, detail, and / or situation. Remember, relationships are OK, just no PWP.

Please label your fics in some way, either with "title" or "pt.1", "pt.2" etc. This way folks know it's a fic, and not a general comment.

Play nice. Don't make me get all mom on you.

If you've posted while signed in, please delete. If you don't notice I will take care of it, but I might not be able to do so immediately. If for some reason you need to delete an anonymous post, and no one has responded to it yet, e-mail me at "discokali at hotmail dot com"

Have Fun.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

“Hey! I happen to treat my ladies very well ya hear! Alright! I’ll do that talk-thing!”
”Oh no you perverted kappa, you will do no such thing! Like hell are you corrupting Goku!”
“Worried, priest?”
“Yes, yes I am! Hakkai, you do it,”.
“Me? But I really should think… You, as Goku’s father-figure, should do this particular thing…”
“You’re his teacher, you teach him things, you can teach him this, too. Or better yet, you can tell him to stay away from that damn brat!”
“Awww, are we jealous? And why can’t you do it, huh? Scared? Or don’t you have any experience? Ah I can’t believe it Hakkai, the priest is abiding one vow, one, and it’s the vow a chastity! No wonder he’s so trigger-happy all the time!”
“You want to die, you asshole?” The gun pushed against Gojyo’s temple again, “I’d be all too happy to help you! I-“ Sanzo really did look ready to kill him right than and there.
“Now, now, I really don’t think shooting Gojyo is going to help any Sanzo, you might want to refrain from doing so… Now let us see… Why don’t we vote, hmm? The one with the most votes talks to Goku,”.
The other two nodded.
“I vote for me,” Gojyo said, “After all, at least I have experience and don’t want to keep the kid a life-long virgin! He’s no monk, monk, he can fuck someone even if you don’t!”
Sanzo glared at him. “Hakkai, you do it, I really don’t trust the idiot to do something like that!”
“Aha, well, I really think that it’d be best if you did it Sanzo… After all, you are the one he trusts most and needs support from…”
Gojyo muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘support, riiiight…’.
“And thus,” Hakkai continued, “I think we are even. So is there anyone willing to change their vote?”
Silence ensued.
“Alright than… Any other propositions?”
“We could do rock-paper-scissors on it? Loser talks to Goku?” Gojyo said offhandedly.

They stared at the three scissors. It was the 32nd time they played the game, and the 32nd time they all had the same thing. “This. Is not. Working.” Sanzo growled, staring at his hand with intense distaste on his face.
“Well…” Hakkai said, cautiously, “Maybe, you know, we could talk to him together, you know, with the three of us. That way everyone helps.”
Gojyo nodded. “And than there’s that…” he said, nodding.
“Right, whatever,”.

Goku looked up at the three man standing in front of him, all looking at him in distinctly sinister ways. “What, er, is the matter?”
“We’d like to have a talk with you Goku,” Hakkai started, smile so strained Goku quickly looked away.
“Yeah,” Gojyo was smirking in a way that meant no good for him, “There’s some stuff, you need to know, see,”.
“You need to stay the fuck away from her!” Sanzo growled.
“Sanzo, we agreed that we where not going to-“
More, Goku didn’t hear. He’d already fled. He was due to meet Lirin by the city-gate and they where going to go taste that interesting sort of sushi that they had in this town. Whatever they wanted to talk about, he didn’t want to hear it, and it was much more fun with Lirin anyway!

Hope you liked it, would love to know what you thought!

Not the requester but, that was fun! Exactly how Sanzo would respond. :)

*grumble grumble* Goku can not have a girlfriend, I forbid him, he's too young, he's too Goku and I can't handle the fact that he's actually growing up and liking things like girlfriends *grumble*
Gojyo *slaps Sanzo on the head and gets shot*
Goku *runs off*

Also not the requester, but zang, was that ever fun! Great voices for all of the guys, and such a believable scenario. Thank you! :)

^-^ Glad you liked it! And I'm happy you think I got their voices right! :D
I'm a total slash-lover, but can't help but think that Goku and Lirin together equals uber CUTE =^-^=

Hee! Thanks was excellent, so cute and funny =)

Well look at that,I already had something typed up! :)It was written a long while ago but some people might recognize it,sorry if you do.Warning:I love angst more than anything in fandom so be warned.There be angst ahead!
---
In a small town, in a small, one-roomed school house, sat maybe about twenty or so children, all scribbling away on pieces of paper that said in big bold letters at the top ‘test’. In the second seat of the second row sat a small boy whom most just called Jien, instead of his full name of Sha Jien. The boy wrote one final thing, jumped out of his seat and walked to the head of the room where his teacher sat, laid the paper down and turned back to reseat himself. Only, before he could make his way back to the seat, a clawed hand grabbed him by the shirt and when he looked, he realized his teacher was beckoning him around the desk. Following teacher’s orders, he stepped to the side and around the corner of the desk.

“Yes?” Jien questioned. The teacher bent her finger again in a sign to come just a bit closer. Jien obliged and leaned slightly towards the teacher. She placed her hand on his shoulder and began to whisper in his ear.

“While you were taking your test, I saw your father walk through the marketplace.” At hearing this Jien eyes threatened to overcome his face. The shock was soon replaced with a look of pure joy.

“Can I…?”

“Yes, go on.” The teacher laughed to herself because before she had even finished the small sentence, Jien had bolted out the door.

Jien ran. Ran and ran and ran. It was fastest he’d ever gone in his entire life. He sprinted across town as fast as his small legs would take him. Once he finally reached his street and his house was in view, it seemed like he had an entire second wind and he kept going all the way to his front porch, jumped over every step and through the door. When he was finally shaded from the sun by his house walls he called out, panting only a little “Papa! Papa I’m home! I made it, where are you?” the enormous smile that had been plastered across his face the entire time way slowly beginning to drop. “Papa?” he called out once more and this time, when he was quiet, he heard a faint ‘slosh’ noise that sounded like water hitting something. He softly walked towards the kitchen.

As he continued, the sloshing noise got just a little bit louder, until he was finally even with the opening of the kitchen door and the person he found was not his father, but his mother. She was standing with her back to him, facing the sink, with her hands resting on the sink counter. “Mama?” he called out softly. That when his attention was pulled back to the sloshing noise. He looked at the sink and saw a plop of water rise then fall back into the sink. Then he saw…was that a foot? Curiously he walked to the side of the sink, looking up at his mother the whole time. When he was beside her, he stood on his tip toes and peered into the sink to find not dirty dishes but a small withering baby. Alarmed he cried, “Mama that’s a baby! You can’t put a baby in the sink!” while he said this he grabbed a washcloth and the baby, wrapping the latter with the former. Immediately after being taken out of the water, the baby began to squeal and cry out.

“Shhh. It’s ok now, I got ya.” Jien said in a soothing voice while sat cross-legged in the floor. He began a rocking motion while still shh-ing the baby. After a time, the baby finally stopped and just laid there in his arms. Jien looked at it (him as he had noticed earlier) and wondered whose baby this could be and why he had been in the sink. Then he remembered why he had come home so early and the promise his father had made to him.

‘If you take good care of your mother while I’m gone, when I get back you can have that little brother you were wanting. Okay?’

Jien had remembered himself shaking his head violently up and down and swore across his heart that ‘Mama’ would be okay. She had been quite upset that Papa was gone but he always went to her and cheered her up so that she wouldn’t cry. She had to understand that Papa would be back soon and this time, with a baby!

Now that he realized that his papa had kept his promise he was thrilled at the thought that the baby in his arms was his very own little brother to take care of.

But then a horrible thought crossed his mind. The baby wasn’t old enough yet that it had features of anyone specifically but, from what he could tell, this baby looked nothing like him. It had red eyes from what he had seen of them when that baby looked at him, and the peach fuzz at the crown of his head was also red instead of brown.Scared that he had his hopes up too high, he looked to his mother and said “Mama…is this the little brother that Papa promised me?” and at that his mother finally moved but with a heaving sobbed that rang through the house. She sobbed again and this time she slowly began to slide down to the floor. At hearing the sad noise the baby began it’s wailing again.

Startled at this chain of events, Jien once again began his calming motion, rocking back and forth in the floor. Then he looked to his mother and tried to calm her down. “Mama, shh it’s okay. Everything alright now isn’t it?” that only made her sob louder and the baby wail more. Caught between calming his mother and the baby in his arms, Jien began to panic slightly. He couldn’t stop his mother’s tears nor could he stop the baby’s. He was rendered useless and helpless and once he gave more thought to his situation, Jien silently allowed his own tears to mingle with theirs.

Reincarnation fic featuring Bummer, Lazarus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bummer_and_Lazarus), and Emperor Norton (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_A._Norton)

(Please excuse the non-existent links, as it seems LJ won't format the html from an anon user)

Had to add a bit of a twist to this, hope you like it!

----

“What are you doing?” Tenpou asked suspiciously upon entering his office and finding Kenren and Goku sitting at his desk playing cards.

“Playing cards,” Kenren replied, a little too innocently for Tenpou’s liking.

“Yes, I can see that. What exactly are you playing?” Tenpou asked, as if he didn’t know the answer to that question.

“Go fish.” Kenren replied absentmindedly as he stared at his cards.

“But Ken-nii-chan,” Goku interrupted sweetly, “I thought you said the name of the game was Pokie.”

Kenren tossed his cards to the table, grunting as he firmly planted his palm against his forehead. Tenpou couldn’t help but snort a little at Goku’s innocent comment.

Still staring at the table, Kenren mumbled at the young boy, “Pok-er, Goku, it’s called Poker.”

Goku appeared to digest the information before looking quizzically at Kenren, “Then why did you call it ‘go fish’?”

“Because Ken-nii-chan didn’t want to get in trouble,” Tenpou responded before Kenren could get a word in.

“Oh…are we in trouble?” Goku asked, frowning slightly.

“No, we’re not, right Tenpou?” Kenren asked, batting his long eyelashes like some school girl. “He’s picking it up pretty quickly. And besides, it’s helping him with his numbers, and matching similar cards…you know…it’s kind of like learning.”

Tenpou rolled his eyes, and taking a seat next to Kenren he reached out to look at the hand the general had thrown down.

“Not a very good hand.”

“Shall we start a new one then?”

Tenpou looked over to Goku, who was sitting surprisingly still considering his normal high strung behavior. “Goku, do you want to keep playing?”

Goku shook his head enthusiastically, “Yeah. Ten-chan, I want to play with you and Ken-nii.”

Tenpou smiled at Goku’s excitement and started gathering the deck together again. “Very well, I guess a few games couldn’t hurt.”

“That’s the spirit, Tenpou,” Kenren added, grinning.

“But one thing, Goku.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell Konzen, OK?”

“Um, OK, but why?”

“He doesn’t like having fun,” Kenren answered sarcastically. Tenpou glared at the general, who merely shrugged.

“It’ll be our little secret, alright Goku?” Tenpou instructed kindly.

Goku nodded, smiling. “OK, Ten-chan. I won’t tell him!”

After about an hour of play, Tenpou was surprised to find that Kenren was right, Goku had really caught on quickly. He didn’t win many hands, but the marshal chalked that up to bad luck and inexperience. However, he was learning his shapes and numbers and all the face cards rather well, and Tenpou was a little distraught to find that Goku could actually learn something from their bad habits. It just didn’t sit well with him. Thankfully Goku still needed a little help placing bets.

“How many cards do you want, Tenpou?” Kenren asked, cigarette perched between his lips.

“Just one off the top,” Tenpou responded, placing his discard on the table.

“One it is. How ‘bout you, Goku?”

“Um…” Goku mumbled while staring at his cards, focusing extra hard on his hand, before finally replying, “two, I think.”

“Two for the little man. Dealer will hold where he is. Tenpou, I believe the best is yours.”

Tenpou studied his hand, he had not received the card that would have completed his straight flush, but he was pretty sure he could bluff his way past his opponents.

“In for ten,” he stated, throwing two chips into the pot.

“Goku?”

The young boy stared at his chips, “What do I say if I think I can win?”

“What, you mean like going all in?” Kenren asked, suspiciously.

“Yeah, that!” Goku chirped happily, pushing all his chips into the pot.

Kenren laughed, “You’re a crazy little monkey. I’ll call. Tenpou?”

The marshal tossed his cards to the table, “Fold.”

Kenren looked at Goku, “Shall we reveal our hands at the same time?”

“OK,” agreed Goku.

The two stared at each other for a moment before slowly laying their hands on the table. Tenpou watched as the smile rose on Kenren’s lips as the general revealed his full house, Queens full of sevens. The smile however, did not last long as both officers realized Goku’s hand: four Tens, Ace high for good measure.

“Aw, damn it.” Kenren exclaimed, looking down at his chips which had been reduced to a handful after the large bet.

“Well done Goku,” Tenpou said, smiling.

“Thank you Ten-chan!” Goku replied happily as he pulled the large mound of chips towards his side of the table.

With a grunt, Kenren got up from the table.

“Had enough, Kenren?”

“No,” Kenren grumbled, “I’m just going to see if one of the majors will lone me some money. I’ll be back.”

With that, Kenren exited Tenpou’s quarters and the marshal couldn’t help but laugh.

“Did I do a good job, Ten-chan?” Goku asked enthusiastically.

“You did great Goku,” Tenpou responded, still smiling. “Just remember, our deal. You can’t tell Ken-nii-chan that I taught you to play poker a couple weeks ago.”

“Don’t worry, I wont!” Goku replied, smiling from ear to ear.

END

Oh my *sobs*

That was heart wrenching, but perfectly written. Poor, poor Jien.

Anonymous, I think I love you.

I am the requester, and yes this was what I was hoping for! This was a lot of fun. Your Hakkai voice is spot on. Thank you very much (also helps if i remember the anonymous button, head desk)

the ending was way too funny! Loved this. Konzen doesn't like to have fun. snerk.

and it might not be hooked on phonics but Goku seems to be learning just fine

I love it! Just love. Thank you so much! *beams*

"...it's kind of like learning!"

*wheezing with laughter*

Not the requester but oh how I love this! And the twist at the end, oh Tenpii you devious bastard. ♥ ♥ ♥

Requester here -- and I hadn't seen that wherever you may have posted this before, so thank you very much, Anonymous! Poor, poor Jien, always trying to take care of everybody but himself... *sniffle*

Me too. This prompt is GENIUS.

For wont of pants

Pants

Kenren glanced over as his door opened, wondering if someone was going to make him do work. He decided that wasn’t the case when he had to look down to about the level of his own navel before making eye-contact with the visitor. Reassured that work wasn’t in his future, Kenren waved his visitor in and went back to trying to make a house of the cigarette butts that were threatening to overtake his desk.

“What can I do for you, shorty?” Kenren asked as he attempted to create a second floor using a slightly-soggy cigarette that had been prematurely extinguished when he’d accidentally spilled half a bottle of beer on Tenpou the night before.

Goku didn’t answer right away, and that was suspicious. Kenren looked up again, to confirm that he really had seen his newest partner in crime, to see the big brown eyes looking up at him from the other side of his desk. Tenpou probably would have used a world like “balefully” for the expression, but Kenren preferred to think that he didn’t know such big words.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, already standing up and preparing to thump the person responsible. The butt house teetered and threatened to fall.

“Noo....” Goku replied, slowly.

“What, then?”

“Ken nii-chan....I was wondering why Ten-chan was making you take off your pants?”

Kenren’s boots, the ashtray, and most of the house he’d been building fell off the table, the first with a loud thud, the second with a light tinkling noise, and the third simply making a huge mess. ”What?”

If Goku noticed that the way Kenren was barely able to squawk the word out, he didn’t say anything. “Konzen kicked me out, so I was going to come visit you last night, but you seemed to be busy.”

The wheels in Kenren’s brain turned massively, trying to remember what Tenpou had been doing with his pants the night before. He’d been very drunk, he remembered that. But certainly he would remember something like Tenpou forcing him to remove his pants. He was going to have to have serious words with his brain if he didn’t.

“Ten-chan said you should stop now, before you had to give him your pants, too,” Goku elaborated finally.

Ah. Okay. He remembered that part. Thank Kami-sama.

“Oh, that? That was just Tenpou and I playing a little game,” Kenren said, and then pondered if that sounded quite as bad as he thought it did.

“A game?” Goku parroted, brightening. “What sort of game?”

They’d started with Mahjong, and a couple of lackeys, but then the lackeys had left, and Kenren had gotten bored, and depressed, so Tenpou had allowed them to move on to Sci Bo. He had no idea...oh, wait. Yes. He’d given up his pants reasonably late in the night. They weren’t something you gambled lightly.

“It’s a guessing game,” Kenren said. “You play with dice.”

Goku looked contemplative – for about a millisecond – and then bounced on his heels. “Teach me!”

There really couldn’t be any harm in it. He wasn’t that worried about Goku getting his pants. The boy was unlikely to play it safe, and Kenren had the feeling he could make the dangerous bets look much more appealing. He’d keep his pants and it was likely to be entertaining.

(continued below)

(For Wont of Pants 2/3)

Five hours later, Kenren was wondering how the hell it had come to this. He’d given Goku half of what was in his pocket to begin with – some string, a few pieces of lint, and a couple of small coins, and now the boy had everything that was in his pocket, and quite a bit of what was on his desk, too.

The boy had grasped the game, and the idea of making medium-risk bets, far more quickly than he had a right too. He should be bad at this. No one made smart bets the first time out. It wasn’t fair.

“You call first,” Goku said, sounding as professional as a hyper-active monkey can sound when gambling.

“Alright,” Kenren muttered, “I’ll take...,” he trailed off as his door opened.

Konzen looked at them for a moment, taking in the dice, the stacks of money and other things next to them, and asked carefully, in the voice that tended to make people worry. “Goku...what are you doing in here?”

Goku looked at him for a long time, then at Kenren. Then he beamed, and Kenren could feel his control of the situation slipping away. “I’m trying to make Ken nii-chan take off his pants.”

Konzen didn’t bat an eyelash, simply shifted his gaze to Kenren. “Really?”

“Yeah, I heard Ten-chan and him doing it last night, and it seemed like fun.”

Right. Kenren flinched, and wondered why he’d taught Goku to gamble instead of teaching him how to drink. If he’d taught him to drink, they’d be very drunk right now and maybe Konzen’s dry look might seem a bit less deadly.

“What were we doing last night?”

The voice curled around the corner fluidly, and Kenren really wasn’t sure if he was happy to hear it. While he doubted Tenpou would allow Konzen to kill him for thinking he’d molested Goku, he also doubted the man would be kind enough to simply explain matters.

“Apparently, you were making Kenren take off his pants.”

“Ah. Yes,” Tenpou replied as he appeared in the doorway, confirming all of Kenren’s fears. This was headed down a very bad road.

“And were you successful?” Konzen asked, and the ice hadn’t melted from his expression and it was still looking at him.

“Unfortunately he fell asleep before we could finish.,” Tenpou purred.

Goku had been looking between them for the entire conversation, and seemed a bit upset by that revelation. “You wouldn’t fall asleep before I finished, would you?”

“Of...course not,” Kenren croaked out, uncertain what the correct answer was.

“Good,” Goku said, then paused. “Big.”

(continued below)

(pants 3/3)

“...Big?”

“Yes. The dice. Big. I’ll bet, uh, this,” Goku said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a very nice, gray, rock.

“Ah,” Kenren said, as it slowly dawned on him that Konzen had walked in before they’d called their bets on the last turn. He was still losing horribly. Worse than to Tenpou, actually. But he wasn’t about to give ANYONE his pants. He hadn’t given them to Tenpou and he damn well wasn’t given them to Goku. “1-on-1. My left boot.”

Goku looked hard at him. “3-on-2. I bet, uh, Konzen!”

Kenren turned a bit green, and an eye to Konzen. He needed out of this game now. Maybe Konzen would simply hit him, and not kill him. Or something. Winning Konzen, however, was not a good thing at all. It was a bad thing. A very bad thing. “I stay with 1-1, and raise my bet to,” he glanced around the room, gaze landing briefly on Tenpou, and then very quickly continuing on. He really had nothing left. He was going to lose his pants or win Konzen, and either way it was a bad deal. “I’ll bet my pants.”

The look on Goku’s face lit up, and he certainly wasn’t about to raise his bid. He placed his hand over the bowl, counted to three, and lifted.

6

3

3

Tenpou didn’t make a sound, but Kenren could swear he was laughing. Konzen was still standing there, twitching slightly.

Out his pants and a boot. Kenren sighed. “Good call, kid. You want payment now or later?”

“Ten-chan says you should never leave debts unsettled,” Goku replied firmly.

Oh, does he now? Kenren thought, reaching down to untie his boot and push it over to Goku. “We’ll have to go to my quarters for the pants.” Maybe, just maybe, he could get out of this gracefully. Or as gracefully as someone who had just lost their pants to a child in a game of dice could get out of something.

Goku looked at him hard. “Oh. It’s okay. Just give them to Tenpou. I won them for him, anyway.”

Kenren and Konzen both turned sharply to the general, who beneath his completely expressionless face seemed to be masking genuine confusion. “I’m flattered’

“You wanted them so badly last night, so...” Goku trailed off, and looked at Konzen.

“Can we go outside?”

“....”

“It’s boring in here. I’ve been sitting her for hours trying to win Kenren’s pants, and now I have. So I want to go outside. C’mon...” Goku stood up, grabbed Konzen’s hand, and was dragging him out the door, with nothing more than a quick wave goodbye.

“Well...” Kenren began, as the door shut behind them.

“You seem to owe me a pair of pants,” Tenpou said with a grin.

Kenren sighed, and then decided to make the most of it and grinned back. Somehow he doubted Tenpou was going to accept any other pair of pants than the one he was wearing. And, to be fair, he had fallen asleep last night

Ooooh but I'd so love to know who you aaaaare XD

I'm really, really glad you liked it! And yay! I got Hakkai right! :D He's so HARD!!! XD

Yay! Glad you liked it!^-^

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 2 of 4

Anonymous Saiyuki "Gen" Meme!

Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Little Brother

Re: Little Brother pt. 2

no subject

no subject

Playing Pokie 1 of 2

Playing Pokie 2 of 2

Re: Little Brother pt. 2

no subject

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Playing Pokie 2 of 2

Re: Playing Pokie 2 of 2

Re: Playing Pokie 2 of 2

Re: Little Brother pt. 2

no subject

A second one. Oops.

Re: A second one. Oops. 2/3

Re: A second one. Oops. 2/3

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2

Re: Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk) 2