SailorStar9: This is Chapter 11 of this fic. (Sighs) Guys and girls, will it kill you to leave a review, instead of just putting this fic up on your favorited list and story alerts?
Disclaimers: I own nothing, except for the plot bunny and the pairings.
Chapter 11: Our Way
"Gojyo," Tokusa looked at the half-healed hanyou. "Why don't you rest a little?"
"You gotta be kidding me." Gojyo snorted. "With this zombie bastard trying to crawl away every time he wakes up, I can hardly sleep in peace. What's going to happen now?"
"Ordinarily, I suppose we'd have the option of ignoring that 'God' man and just keep heading West," Hakkai mused. "But since he took the Scripture, I guess we can't exactly do that. It may not matter to us, but for Sanzo…"
"And I'll be damned if I let things end with us running away too." Gojyo added.
"But realistically speaking, considering how powerful that man is, we cannot win." Hakkai voiced.
"But we're going to go anyway, right?" Tokusa reminded.
"I imagine we will." Hakkai concurred.
"Shall we just go down in a brilliant blaze?" Gojyo wondered.
"Quit spewing that bull." Sanzo snapped. "This is my problem. It's got nothing to do with you guys."
"Who's the one spewing that bull here, Sanzo?" Tokusa glared. "Or have you forgotten the basis of the 'Life Oath'?"
"After what we've been through, it's not about whose problem it is." Hakkai agreed.
"Shut up!" Sanzo got to his feet, glaring at Gojyo who had moved to stop him. "Out of my way!"
"Then go ahead and kill me!" Gojyo hammered Sanzo with a punch, sending the monk back on the bed. "We should just knock this stinking monk unconscious."
"I dare you to say that again." Sanzo threatened, slamming his fist into Gojyo's chest.
Goku slammed the door open, the mahjong game tucked under his arm before a full-fledged fight erupted. "Let's play mahjong." He laid the tiles out.
"What the heck are you?" Gojyo blinked.
"Very well." Hakkai took his seat. "You too, Gojyo."
"Damn." The half-demon snorted, unnerved by Hakkai glare.
"You guys deck this out." Tokusa took her leave. "I'm gonna have a talk with my inner demon."
"Inner demon?" Hakkai raised a brow.
"That's, my dear," Tokusa gave her mate a foxlike grin. "For me to know and for you to never find out."
"I think I might be hungry." Goku complained, the group returning back to the forest.
"You sure have terrible fuel economy." Gojyo joked. "We just ate before we left."
"I want ramen." Goku declared.
"When we find a good place to take a break, we'll have something tasty to eat." Hakkai assured.
"Guys, stop talking about food." Tokusa sighed.
"You're starting to make me hungry." Sanzo muttered.
"Don't you think you could afford to eat more and put some meat on your bones?" Hakkai wondered.
"I want roast pork ramen or miso corn ramen." Goku beamed.
"It's gotten be pork broth." Gojyo corrected.
"I'd like the simple soy sauce flavor." Hakkai added. "What about you, Sanzo?"
"Salt." Sanzo replied.
"Speaking of ramen," Tokusa mused. "What you make, Gojyo, can hardly be called ramen."
"After all, you just toss everything from the fridge and cook it together in one big mess." Hakkai agreed.
"I think I might not want to eat that." Goku gagged.
"It's fine, as long as it tastes good." Gojyo defended. "You like having tons of meats and veggies on top, too."
"I want roast pork, cubed pork, ham…" Goku beamed.
"That's all meat." Hakkai pointed out.
"Mayonnaise." Sanzo cut in. "You use mayonnaise normally." He reminded, noticing the weird looks everyone else were giving him.
"No, you don't, normally." Tokusa deathpanned. "Come to think of it, you like overcooked ramen, don't you, Sanzo?"
"I've heard of people like that." Hakkai noted. "People who like stale rice crackers and flat sodas."
"That's what geezers like." Gojyo added.
"Shut up." Sanzo muttered. "I don't wanna hear it."
"So you came again." God greeted his guests. "You guys sure don't know when to quit. Didn't you understand what I said? Maybe it was a little too difficult for you. But no matter how many times you guys go at it, you guys will never be able to…" his taunting was cut off when Sanzo's bullet stuck his forehead, causing him to turn into prayer beads.
"'Shut up', I think was my response." The monk retorted. "We'll get it back." He promised, the group stood in front of the building.
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