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Forgotten Buddha
Chapter 3: I’d Sure Hate to Break Down Here
“This is so dull,” the blonde man shed his dark duster
jacket and flopped down on the couch.
He looked over at the shorter man who was pouring himself a drink. “When will we get to play with something
worthwhile?”
“Soon
enough. The Buddhist only has one more
day before his life is forfeit.”
“But
what if he finds replacements?” The
blonde asked.
A
knock sounded. A secret nervous knock.
“What?”
the short man called.
The evil
Sanzo opened the door looking a bit more worn and definitely a lot less
sinister than when he’d accosted Hakkai.
He got down on one knee. “I have
done as you requested. Four
replacements. All strong with different
strengths. Being stripped of their
weapons as we speak. And,” he looked
directly into the small man’s eyes before casting his eyes down. “They are all beautiful, worthy playthings.”
“Unlike
your party,” the blonde muttered, standing and moving to pour himself a drink.
The
dark-haired man nodded. “Once we
confirm what you say, then you and what remains of your party will be
free.” He turned to the blonde. “Happy now, Suzaku?” He moved and stood behind the demon, putting
an arm around his waist.
“Maybe,
we’ll see.”
“Hiei,
there is more that might interest you.
One is human but that is not the best part. The other three are demons who choose to side with humans.” The evil Sanzo groveled, hoping his
tormentors would be pleased. “Your
least favorite kind of demon to suffer to live.”
“Well,
perhaps it was wise to keep you alive.” A third voice joined in the taunting of the monk. From a doorway behind the evil Sanzo, a
white-haired demon entered, golden eyes taking in everything.
“You’re
back, Yoko.” Hiei said, smiling. Well, smirking less sinisterly anyway.
“Yes,”
the tall demon threw himself down on a low cushioned lounge. He writhed around until he’d shed his
mid-length plum jacket. “It’s
frightfully dull around here,” He flicked his golden eyes to the monk. “You had better not be lying, High Priest
Hatsu Sanzo…I hate being lied to.” Yoko
narrowed his eyes.
“It’s
not a lie. Send a scout. They should be less than a mile outside the
southern border,” the priest stood timidly. “Now if you have no further need of me I’ll be on my way. I have other enemies who could come for me
at any moment. Enjoy your sick games
and pray I never come across you when I’m at full power. The outcome might be much different.” He headed for the dtoo too frightened to
look back.
“Remember,
Priest,” Yoko said to his back. “I can
smell a monk from miles away. You can’t
run far or fast enough.”
“Oh
good god,” Suzaku muttered, just before downing his drink. “You should teach your pet some manners,
Hiei.”
Hiei
gave Yoko a look Suzaku couldn’t read.
“Don’t think I haven’t tried,” the ninja-demon muttered. “Repeatedly.”
Hatsu
made a mental note of the unrest in Hiei’s band of comrades. It could point out a sore spot he could use
to get even with them all. He’d lost
the one thing he could not bear to lose to their little game and wouldn’t
forgive or forget easily. He slipped
out the door and headed in the direction he’d led Hakkai to take.
Clouds
of dust from far off told him the villagers had already become aware of Sanzo’s
group and were on their way to welcome their new saviors. He’d better move faster.
“Onyx!”
He called out. A mid-sized black-scaled dragon appeared and
settled beside him.
Hakkai sat on the
ground. Hakaryu was chasing a cricket
nearby. He stared at the objects laid
out in front of him. They were most
likely the most prized possessions of his friends. He was a sleaze of the worst kind. But maybe they’d understand if they knew. If he could say how awful it would be to
lose Sanzo to the imprisonment of the temple.
But, he couldn’t say. He wasn’t
brave enough.
Leaving
Onyx a safe distance away, the evil Sanzo priest approached Hakkai dragging
along several wooden boxes engraved with runes. “Wasn’t as difficult as you thought I see?”
“Circumstances
were in your favor,” Hakkai replied, not bothering to stand. He called Hakaryu to him and nuzzled the
dragon affectionately. “Hakaryu, I want
you to go with this nice monk and behave yourself for a little while. Okay?”
Hakaryu chirped, nipped Hakkai’s ear then flew up to perch on the monk’s
shoulder, singing happily. “Be kind to
him. He’s just a ba “Hmmm.” Hatsu brought the first box over and opened
it. It was layered in soft silk,
reminiscent of a coffin. “If you would
set Nyouibou in here. It’s enchanted so
when Goku calls it to him it will not be able to respond.” He pointed to the next box. “We’ll do the same for Gojyo’s scythe. We can’t be too careful.”
“Right,”
Hakkai did as he asked, looking a bit ill as he did so.
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monk triple locked the two cases.
“Good. Good.” He pulled a gilded scroll holder out of his
robe and threw it to Hakkai. “You know
what to do.”
Sanzo
stirred in his sleep rolling towards Hakkai, his hand fell on the
scripture. “It’s only paper but you’ve
made it so much more.” He spoke to the
phantof hif his dream memories. “There
is a wisdom I can not understand in your ways. A wisdom I can believe in.
You, I will choose to trust.”
Young Kouryou speaking to his master but the words could have been a
message to Hakkai.
“Right,”
Hakkai gently lifted Sanzo’s hand from the scripture. “You’ve never been good at seeing the true hearts of those around
you, my friend.” Hakkai whispered to
the sleeping Sanzo. He tossed the
scroll holder to Hatsu. “There. Now go.
They’ll wake soon.”
“Ah...ah...ah,”
the monk admonished. “One more
thing.” He pointed to the banishing
gun. “I want a complete set.”
Hakkai
lifted the gun, barrel pointed at the monk.
It’d be so easy…so very easy.
“Here.” He tossed the gun to the
monk. “Happy now?”
Unconcerned,
the monk dumped the bullets out all over the desert floor and stuffed the gun
in his robes. Blowing sand quickly
buried them. “Ecstatic. Good luck then. You’ll need it. The
welcoming committee has already started out.”
He left, dragging away the most sacred things Hakkai’s companions owned
chuckling.
“Fabulous,”
Hakkai muttered. “Sanzo?” He poked the monk, who was nearly lying in
his lap. “You awake?” He looked to the other two. “Gojyo?
Goku?” Good, he thought,
tearing his sash off, and popping one of the clasps on his shirt. Rubbing dirt on his clothes and face, and
tearing a few holes in his pants and shirt Hakkai lay down next to Sanzo. “God, I sicken myself.”
“Well they seem to be takin
a nap but other than that I think they’ll do.”
An older man with a bushy moustache was poking Hakkai with a stick. Several wagons of townsfolk waited for his
assessment. “You there, wake up.”
Hakkai
cracked one green eye open. “Is that
necessary?”
Goku
was stirring. “Mmm…breakfast?”
“Which
one of you young’uns is the leader?”
The older man said congenially.
“Ma! Ma! Get out here and meet these nice boys.”
“Leader?” Goku looked about, slightly confused. “I guess that’d be Sanzo.”
“Aw,
fuck me. I woke up in Mayberry.” Gojyo muttered, rubbing his head as he sat
up.
“Which
one of you is Sanyo then.” Another wiry
old man with a cane asked. “If it’d be
that one there.” Sanzo was still
sleeping. “Then we’ll have to settle
for whichever of y’all’s willin to make a tiny teeny decision.”
“Being?”
Hakkai slowly stood.
“Well,
you see we’ve got a mighty big problem, Mister. And we need to ask for your help.” As the man talked, Ma approached the other three.
“Aw, Pa, these’uns could use
some of my corn bread and homemade strawberry jam.”
“Land sakes Ma, I’m tryin to ask these
boys a question. Now, which one of you
is most indispensable to your group cause he can ride in the wagon while the
rest of us walk.”
“Sanzo
isn’t awake yet. Let’s put him in the
wagon,” Hakkai spoke up before Gojyo could crawl into the wagon.
“You
heard him Ma, that one there, Sonya.”
Ma
proceeded to pull out a strange looking badge and pin it on Sanzo’s sleeping
form. Then the sweet little old woman
pressed a button. The small syringe
that plunged into him brought Sanzo around.
“Sorry, honey. But you’ve been
deputized.”
“What
the fuck!” Sanzo gasped grabbing his
chest.
Ma
slapped his face. “Such language.”
Sanzo
grabbed her arm. “Look, Granny, I don’t
know what farm you just walked in from but if I want to say fuck after someone
stabs me, I will.” He was in rare
spirits. “Hakkai, did you use your chi
energy to turn these demons into the tenants of a nursing home or am I just
hallucinating?”
“Nope,
the demons are gone. These folks just
got here,” Hakkai smiled, though he looked as though he were about to cry or
scream.
“Sanzo!” Goku knelt in front of Sanzo. “Are you ok Sanzo? That looked like it really hurt…” He looked up at the woman.
“What did you do to Sanzo?!”
“Here,
sonny,” she handed Goku a badge free of syringes. “You want this if you don’t want your friend to die.” Then she went and graciously gave one to Gojyo. Walking up to the remaining member. “Hakkai, is it? Well, you get this big shiny one because you’re the new sheriff.”
“Oh,
I got it.” Sanzo looked at Sheriff
Hakkai. “You set up Goku’s birthday
present early and we’ve all been transported to Frontiertown.” He stood up Goku in tow. “Very sneaky.”
“Yeah,
don’t I wish,” Hakkai muttered.
“What
do you mean, if I don’t want Sanzo to die?”
Goku’s eyes were huge, and looked ready to spill over with tears.
“Well,
young man,” the spindly geriatric began. “When Bessie…Ma, here, gave him his badge…he was given a dose of a
powerful poison. Round about suppertime
he’ll start feeling weak…forget things…drop things…”
Sanzo
annoyed cut him off. “Apparently
they’ve infected me with the same disease they all have…and being senile can be
deadly.”
“It’s
more serious than that. If you don’t
ingest the antidote, you’ll be dead before the rooster crows. The only time the one and only bottle of
antidote is available is when the time lock breaks at midnight. Then you’ve got a fifteen-minute window of
opportunity to take it. There’s just
enough poison pumping in your veins that even with the antidote it will start
to multiply and by nightfall become deadly again.”
“So
which one of you morons told them to prick me?” Sanzo looked from one to the other.
Goku
wrapped both arms around Sanzo’s waist and glared angrily at Hakkai then the
people then back to Hakkai. “We’ll
never be able to leave,” he muttered. “Sanzo will be sick forever!”
“Perhaps,
but you’ll be keeping us and our young’uns safe from the evil demon outlaws and
if you ever truly beat them we’ll research a way to cure him.” Pa said simply.
“You
jabbed him without knowing the cure?” Gojyo
asked in disbelief. “Good God, but you
people are stupid.”
“Sanzo.”
Goku half-sobbed.
The
spindly man stepped forward, two little children behind him carrying
items. “Now we don’t want you to be
defenseless so here. These belonged to
our last set of lawmen. Sheriff, choose
your weapon.”
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