Anonymous Saiyuki "Gen" Meme!

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Stolen from vom_marlowe who stole it from toxictattoo. Requested by redbrunja

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Gojyo and Jien: Important Shit My Big Brother Taught Me. Cute, angsty, violent, sweet... it's all good.

[(Anonymous)]

Think I may need to write this one.

[(Anonymous)]

Ukoku as 60's cult leader, à la Charles Manson.

[(Anonymous)]

Koumyou tells Kouryuu a bedtime story.

Wolf at the Door 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Wolf at the Door


Kouryuu finished his chores and stood looking at his master, violet eyes burning into the back of Koumyou ’s neck until finally the boy gathered the energy and whatever thoughts he required to speak.

“Is the story true, about the beast who ripped out throats for the sheer joy of mutilation?”

Koumyou sighed around his pipe. He had expected the question, and even the tone. It was not dubious, or incredulous. Simply curious. “It is not”

“I see. Thank you,” Kouryuu replied, and began to unfold his futon onto the floor.

“You should understand,” Koumyou continued, “that it was misunderstood.”

Kouryuu blinked up at his master. “But Jin said that it ripped out the throats of hundreds of children,” he said. He didn’t sound frightened, just curious. “That it was evil.”

“It was searching for itself,” Koumyou replied. “It needed to feel what it was that supposedly made it evil.”

“It made itself evil because it was evil, then?”

“It became evil because people made it out to be evil,” the man elaborated. “Perhaps I should start from the beginning”

Kouryuu nodded up at him, eyes wide. Koumyou sighed. “Alright, but you must go to sleep right after. It is late even for me to be up.”

Kouryuu considered that, and nodded. “Let me get your tea and then I’ll be in bed, and be asleep as soon as you’ve finished.”

Koumyou smiled slightly, and nodded. He had of course he had told his ward stories before. They served careful points. He didn’t recall having ever told the boy a bedtime story before. He settled himself at the small table in the center of the room, spinning the tale and the lesson together. A beginning and a middle. No end. It didn’t do to have an end to the stories.

This beast would have four legs, he decided as Kouryuu came back over, carefully carrying the hot water. He waited while the boy set down the water, carefully preparing the tea and handing it to him, and waited longer while Kouryuu slid between the layers of his futon, sitting cross-legged under the blanket portion.

“If you are prepared, I shall begin,” Koumyou said, ignoring the look from the boy that seemed to indicate that this was an explanation he was about to receive, not a Zen riddle.
“Many years ago,” Koumyou began, “there was a blind man who lived in the woods, high up on a mountain. Having outlived his family, he did not have the money to go to the village and take up residence there.”

Kouryuu seemed to realize that this was not going to be a short explanation, and shifted slightly, pulling his pillow behind his hips as a sort of rudimentary backrest. His eyes, however, never left his master’s face.

“One day, the old man was walking within the woods, when he heard a sound that put him in mind of an injured dog. Cautiously, he moved towards it and, as he got closer, the cloying scent of rotting flesh began to fill his nose. Cautiously, he used touch, smell, and hearing to paint the picture of a dead, rotting mother wolf, surrounded by the corpses of her litter.”

Kouryuu gazed up at him, “What killed them?”

Koumyou smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps a bear, or perhaps hunters, he could not see that far back with his limited senses. But the sound he’d heard had been from one of the pups, the only one to survive.

“Believing it to be the right, good thing to do, the old man picked up the pup and carried it carefully back to his cabin. There, he stroked his hands over it, uncovering its mysteries. It was injured, its head damaged.”

Kouryuu’s eyes narrowed, and although he did not say it loudly enough to interrupt the story, he muttered something about men and clubs under his breath. Koumyou simply continued the story.

“He treated the wounds as well as he could, taking care of the damage he could recognize, and miraculously the wolf began to heal. It became the man’s closest friend, staying by his side always, unless he went into the village. As they reached the border, the wolf would melt into the woods, and wait for his rescuer to return, so they could go back up the mountain together.”

[(Anonymous)]

Kenren giving Goku pointers on how to talk his way out of trouble with Tenpou or Konzen (or both) giving commentary on the validity of Kenren's advice

[(Anonymous)]

How Zakuro Got His Groove Back

Tie me up, tie me down part 1

[(Anonymous)]

I hope this is alright to post here. It's smutty but there is a plot!

Zakuro looked at the letter again. The handwriting seemed to be Lady Gyokumen Koushu’s but the characters were different somehow. Lighter, perhaps. More flowing than the usual bold characters. And the tone of the letter was different, too. More gentle and not as harsh. He read the letter again.

“Zakuro, I have tried overlooking your past mistakes in your dealings with Priest Sanzo and his party. This latest fiasco is the breaking point. You let them slip through your fingers without a fight.

I received information that you have decided to join them. This will not be tolerated! With your youkai talent of illusion, you are a powerful ally to us and I cannot let you join their side.

I demand your presence at Hotou Castle at once!


Lady Gyokumen Koushu”


Zakuro crumpled the letter in his fist. His hands shook with rage at this latest letter from that bitch. He really hated her but he knew that if the youkai were to take over this world, he would have to be on her side. He hung his head, his lavender hair covering his face, his bright jade eyes looking at the ground.

This day was quickly going from bad to worse. His morning had started out somewhat all right, but quickly spiraled down from there. He had spent the night in a small village, sleeping in a huge tree. He would have liked to have slept at the nice inn, but he had lost his wallet with his card in it. He had tried using his talent of creating illusions to convince the manager to let him stay but the man wouldn’t pay attention to him, so Zakuro couldn’t get the guy to look into his eyes. He did manage to steal a worn blanket so he was at least a little warm during the cool night.

The bright morning sun woke him, it’s rays streaming into the branches, it’s gentle warmth on his face. He had turned his face towards the warmth and promptly lost his balance, falling over 10 feet until he managed to grab onto a branch. That shook the tree and woke up the birds…the thousands of black crows that must have found him during the night. He hated those fucking things. Ni Jianyi had those damn things following him everywhere, reporting back to Hotou castle on his activities.

Swinging his long legs, Zakuro finally managed to hook one over the branch and pull himself up. He sat on the thick branch, catching his breath. Peering over, he judged that he was probably no more than 10 feet from the ground. Maybe if he scooted towards the end of the branch, he could bend it enough so he wouldn’t have that far to fall.

Before he could move, a single black crow landed on the thin, twisted, leafy branches at the end of the branch he was sitting on. He glared at it, cursing the bird in his mind. Another crow joined the first, and then another and another until it seemed the whole murder of crows were perched on the branch he was sitting on.

“Shoo!” Letting go of the branch with his hands, Zakuro swung his arms wide, thinking to scare the birds off. They stayed where they were. Narrowing his jade eyes at the crows, he inched out towards the end of the branch. He tried shooing them again, but the crows wouldn’t move.

CRACK!

[(Anonymous)]

Alice in Wonderland with Sanzo as Alice

[(Anonymous)]

I AGREE WITH THIS. SO HARD.

[(Anonymous)]

Sanzo, Gojyo and Hakkai trying to decide which of them has to give Goku 'the big sex talk' (having the talk is optional)

Talking to Goku (Or, The Big Sex Talk)

[(Anonymous)]

Well, I hope you like this!

“Lirin?” Sanzo stared at Hakkai in what could only be described as absolute horror. “Lirin as in, Kougaji’s brat-sister?”
Hakkai’s smile was noticeably strained as he nodded, gaze shooting over Sanzo, trying to locate his gun. “I’m afraid so, Sanzo, I noticed them when I was in town. They where… Holding hands.”
“Holding hands, huh?” Gojyo grinned. “Well go monkey!”
The fan landed and Gojyo and Sanzo glared at each other. Gojyo, of course, was the first to look away. He huffed. “I’m only saying the monkey could’ve done worse, you asshole, with Lirin being a princess and all, ‘s no reason to hit me!”
“You must be wrong Hakkai, it can’t have been Goku,” Sanzo’s voice carried a timbre in it that told them in no uncertain terms that whatever they said, he wasn’t going to believe them anyway. Goku was not having a girlfriend. It was fucking impossible and that was that.
“Well, I must say I wasn’t quite expecting it either, but I am really quite sure it was Goku, Sanzo, I am, after all, quite familiar with how he looks…”
If looks could kill, Hakkai would’ve been dead on the ground right about then.
“Goku does not have a girlfriend, and specially not that brat of Kougaji’s! He’s too young for that.”
“But Sanzo I really-“
“Oh come on you stupid monk,” Gojyo interrupted Hakkai, “Yeah he’s still a kid, but if you think about it, he’s way old enough to start lookin’ at girls! And Hakkai only saw them holding hands, it’s not like they’re fucking like bunnies or anything… Or like monkeys for the matter!” he added as he ducked away for the bullet wizzing past his head. “Get a grip you stupid monk!”
“Now, now,” Hakkai sussed, “While he could’ve said it in more… Diplomatic ways, Gojyo is right Sanzo… Goku does have the age to start showing interest in the fairer sex. I wonder though…”
“Yes..?” Sanzo sounded like his nerves where ready to give in and just have a breakdown, but he did seem to spend some effort into not shooting either of them.
“Well, what I was wondering, Euhmn, what I was going to say, actually… Sanzo, did you ever, well, talk to him?”
Sanzo glared at him, “Of course I talk to him! Don’t be stupid Hakkai, I know you aren’t.”
“Ah, well than that, at least, is out of the way… It would be horribly inconvenient if Goku didn’t know the etiquette of the more… Physical aspects of a relationship.”
“What the fuck are you implying?”
Gojyo, in the meanwhile, was grinning like a cat who got the cream. “Hakkai, if you mean sex, just call it sex! And I don’t think our worldly monk had that talk with Goku,”.
Sanzo scowled at him.
“Well, have you?”
“… No…”
“See?” Gojyo said, pushing away the barrel that was pushed against his head with practiced ease, “Hakkai’s right though, I mean, if he wants to fuck her, he has to know what to do first right, and about condoms and stuff…”
“Well than you go talk to him, if you want that so bad! Pervert,” Sanzo glared at him.
“Oh, hey, no fucking way monk! Aren’t you supposed to be like, his father-figure or something? You can do it! I mean, come on, it’s Goku! I ain’t gonna explain to him where to put his cock and-“
“That’s quite enough Gojyo, thank you,” Hakkai gave his best friend a meaningful look before looking to a fuming – and kind of purple really – Sanzo. “I really do agree with him Sanzo, I mean, would you want Goku to learn how to properly treat a lady from Gojyo? That really isn’t such a good or… Er, ethical idea don’t you think?”

[(Anonymous)]

Goku (unsuccessfully) tries to discover Konzen's birthday, with Kenren and Tenpou's help.

[(Anonymous)]

Goku sneaks a kitten into Konzen's office, havoc insues (toss in Tenbou,Kenren Kannon etc if it makes you smile)

[(Anonymous)]

Kenren teaches baby Goku to gamble.

Playing Pokie 1 of 2

[(Anonymous)]

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

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“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!”

[(Anonymous)]

Hakuryu and Hakkai backstory: how does the little dragon first enter his life?

Finding Hakuryu

[(Anonymous)]

I started this fic waaaay before Christmas, but real life got in the way. I hope this pleases the requester!


Hakkai was standing at the sink, washing up the last of the dinner dishes, when Gojyo came flying into their little house that they shared. Gojyo threw open the door and just stood there, glaring at Hakkai, his face flushed in anger and his deep red eyes, wild. Breathing heavy for a few seconds, trying to compose himself and not slam the door and start yelling at Hakkai, Gojyo stood in the open doorway, the cool night breeze slithering through the starless night.

Hakkai took in the sight of Gojyo, his chest heaving, knuckles white as his large hands gripped the door knob. Gojyo was more than a little upset. He was downright furious. Wondering just what happened on Gojyo’s errand, Hakkai opened his mouth to speak, when Gojyo spoke first.

“Don’t. Don’t say a fucking word!”

Gojyo slammed the door and crossed the small kitchen. Pulling out a chair, Gojyo sat down and dug his smokes out of his brown leather jacket. Shoving a finger in the open pack, Gojyo tried to dig out a cigarette. He shook the pack and finally, a slightly bent cigarette tumbled out. Mumbling under his breath, Gojyo straightened it out and flicked the lighter.

Gojyo clicked the lighter again…and again…and again. Hakkai dried his hands on a dish towel, hung it up neatly and opened the drawer that Gojyo had nicknamed, “the junk drawer” because it had all sorts of junk in it. Once in a while, Hakkai would stumble across a lighter of Gojyo’s and throw it in the junk drawer so it wouldn’t get lost. Today, the green eyed man had no such luck.

Curse words were coming fast and furious from Gojyo’s mouth. A ‘fuck’ here, a ‘shit’ there and of course, Gojyo’s favorite word, ‘asshole’. Gojyo crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down, the hand with the unlit cigarette in it, laying over his silky red hair. Hakkai went into Gojyo’s room and searched through the redhead’s dirty jeans.

“Aha!” A clicking noise could be heard from Gojyo’s room and Hakkai came out into the kitchen, carrying a yellow lighter, flame at full volume and Gojyo already wrapping his full lips around the cigarette, sucking in deeply as the end caught fire.

Tossing the lighter towards Gojyo, Hakkai sat down at the table. He was a patient man and when Gojyo felt like talking, he would spill his guts. The kettle whistled and Hakkai got up and poured hot water over the tea bag. Taking the cup to the table, Hakkai sat down again and waited for his tea to seep. Gojyo took huge drags off of the cigarette, a sure sign that he was more than just a little pissed off.

“So, how did the meeting with Sanzo go?”

“Fucking brilliant! That…that piss poor excuse for a monk only summoned us there because he had another “mission” he wanted us to go on!” Smoke hung like a halo around Gojyo’s head. “I hate him. Did you know that?”

[(Anonymous)]

Chibi Jien meeting his little half-brother for the first time.

Little Brother

[(Anonymous)]

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!
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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?’

[(Anonymous)]

Yaone and Dokugakuji. Cooking.

Muffins Fit for a Prince 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Yaone paused in her walk through the hall.

The sounds coming from the kitchen weren’t exactly cursing, but more things someone would say if they were very pointedly attempting not to curse. It was a familiar voice, and not one she commonly associated with cursing in the kitchen.

Of course, it always helped to be cautious, so she didn’t just waltz into the kitchen, instead poking her head carefully around the corner.

And tried very hard not to laugh.

“Dokugakuji, sir, what are you doing?”

The man looked up at her, covered in flour and holding something that might have been bread, if the loaf had been laced with one of Yaone’s own bombs before being put in the oven.

“I don’t know. But that’s rather the problem,” the man replied somewhat testily.

“Should I instead ask what you were trying to do?” Yaone tried again.

“Bake.”

“Bake?” Yaone tried to keep the disbelief out of her voice. After all, she shouldn’t be surprised. The evidence of what Dokugakuji had been trying to do was right in front of her face. And under her sandals. And on Dokugakuji.

“It seems to be going badly, perhaps I could lend you assistance?”

“You know how to bake?” Dokugakuji asked, not bothering to mask the surprise in his voice.

“No,” Yaone said, “but I know how to mix chemicals. The principles are the same.”

If Doku thought that making bombs and baking didn’t seem anything alike, he didn’t say anything. Not that there was much he could say, seeing that it couldn’t be worse than what he himself had done. He nodded.

“What were you trying to bake?” Yaone asked. It was always best to start with the basics.

“Strawberry muffins.”

Yaone blinked. If the thing in Dokugakuji’s hand was supposed to be muffins, this was worse than she’d thought. Looking around, she grabbed a flour-covered hotpad and gingerly took the horrid-looking mass from the man’s hands. The pan did appear to have been a muffin tin, although the batter had expanded enough that the sides, top, and even part of the bottom had been coated. She briefly thought to ask WHY he was trying to make muffins, except she knew.

They were for Kougaiji . They’d relocated to an inn briefly, for Lirin’s sake, and the man had not only looked his usual levels of exhausted, but downright crushed with the barmaid had told him that they were nearly out of the muffins that the men at the table next to them were extolling the virtues of. They’d received one, which of course Kou had given to Lirin. Yaone herself had thought of the ways she could get him some. He would have been disappointed if she threatened the men who had the muffins, and he would have never accepted if they’d asked the woman to work harder and make more.

So, the knowledge of “why” firmly in hand, Yaone turned her eye to the disaster in her hands.

“You need less, obviously, of whatever you were using to make the batter expand,” she said, and poked at the mass. “And the batter itself needs to be thinner.”

Dokugakuji nodded, and gestured to the table. “This is what I was using.”

Yaone turned an alchemist’s eye to the materials, swiftly comparing their values to the ones she knew from her usual activities. She grabbed a bowl, and began mixing. Dokugakuji watched for a while then, trusting she knew better about these things, set about cleaning up part of the mess he’d made. Eventually the cooks he’d bribed away were going to have to return, and he had a feeling they would not be pleased with the current state of the kitchen. When he’d made a dent in the mess, he sent about slicing strawberries. He was reasonably certain nothing had gone chemically wrong with that step.

The Gambler

[(Anonymous)]

Gojyo gets the best advice of his life, and it doesn't come from family.

Warning: Song induced plot bunny by Kenny Rogers 'The Gambler'

Gojyo and OC (not together.) Old hand (OC) gives advice to the new kid on the streets (Gojyo).

Takes place after Gojyo has moved away from the house he grew up in.


Can make it a songfic or not, your choice.

Re: The Gambler

[(Anonymous)]

Is there any chance you could give a download link to the song? I might do it if you do :)

[(Anonymous)]

I would love a catboy-Goku in some variation or the other, if he gets together with Gojyo somehow that would be a huge pre but definitely not necessary, would love it if Gojyo has a big part in it though...

Don't Feed The Kitty

[(Anonymous)]

Sanzo bit down harder on the filter of his cigarette.

“Hakkai, just tell me why Goku has ears and a tail,” he ground out.

“Don’t forget the cute little whiskers! And the adorable little kitty-teeth!” Gojyo interjected loudly in a baby-talk voice, and then started snickering.

“Ah, well,” Hakkai started, and then fell silent.

Sanzo waited.

Hakkai opened his mouth, and then got distracted by the sight on the hotel bed.

Gojyo was standing on the end of the bed, swinging the crescent blade of his shakujou about, while Goku lunged after the shiny metal. The other bed had already been pushed cockeyed, covers disheveled, and the little table the hotel provided had been knocked over.

Hakkai’s perennial smile got a tad tighter.

“Actually, Sanzo, I haven’t the faintest idea,” he answered. “Gojyo, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Are you kidding?” the kappa answered, somehow managing to keep his cigarette in his mouth while cackling like a drunk fishwife. “This is hilarious.”

The edge of his crescent blade swiped along one of the walls, gouging a furrow in the green-rose patterned wallpaper. Goku threw himself after it, claws scratching eight deep marks in the wall, and Gojyo jerked his weapon, sending the crescent blade sailing out from under Goku’s nose.

The ...boy growled angry and went after it again.

“Just find some way to turn him back,” Sanzo ordered.

“Someone is going to get hurt it you continue,” Hakkai informed Gojyo.

Goku lunged forward as Gojyo turned to face Hakkai, his boots leaving dirty marks on the top of the blanket.

“Stop being such a mother hen,” he said, “no one is going to YAAAGH!”

Huh.

It turns out that even with those little, tiny fangs, Goku could still bite through leather quite easily.

“I really think these trousers are quite beyond repair,” Hakkai called cheerfully through the bathroom door at little while later. “Oh, and be sure to be quite generous with the iodine,” he continued, “we can only guess where Goku’s mouth has been prior to-”

“Yeah, I get it, Hakkai!” Gojyo yelled through the bathroom door and then returned to swearing.

Sanzo turned another page in his newspaper. Next to him, Goku was tugging at his hair like he was trying to locate the now-vanished ears. He switched to rubbing at his butt like he was mourning the loss of his tail. Also, The boy keep opening his mouth and rolling his tongue about in an irritating way.

“Sanzo,” he said. “My mouth tastes funny. I think I need meat buns.”

“We already ate dinner,” Sanzo said automatically and then paused.

Swearing was still coming from inside the bathroom. He flicked his wrist, the Gold card appearing between his fingers. “Hakkai, go get me some more smokes. And feed the monkey while you’re out.”

[(Anonymous)]

Hakkai or Gojyo and their inner reasons for going back to find Sanzo during the whole Gunlock-Hazel thing-- besides wanting to kick his ass, of course.

[(Anonymous)]

Ummm.. does this refer to things that happen post Reload 7? No, spoilers please, just a yes or no answer.

[(Anonymous)]

A fic with Yaone and Dokugakuji, highlighting what good friends they are. Bonus points if this happens at a bar with pool.

[(Anonymous)]

Pippi and Goku, and what it's like living in that youkai village. I'd love to have a touch of Goku angsting about who the 'real him' is.

[(Anonymous)]

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

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

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Flower Power 60s AU.

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Gaiden spoilers, maybe? :o

Kenren getting killed by the Natakus. Or, hell, the death of all the Gaiden cast, barring Goku of course. I'm just really starved for the next Gaiden chapters is all. :(

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Anime Reload-universe:

How the guys deal with it when someone steals their underwear in order to sell them to "fans".

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Gojyo gets dropped back in time five hundred years to the present day magically, where he runs into Kenren during one of his walks Down Below.

And then, they steal the Colonel Sanders statue.

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Wild West AU.- U.S. Marshall Tenpou and Kenren is the new sheriff in town.

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AU. Battle of the bands. Gaiden or Saiyuki