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The Saiyuki Chronicles - Tsuki Chapter COMPLETE	By : Sungirl763 Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Het - Male/Female Views: 785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gensomaden Saiyuki nor the characters from it. I also do not make any kind of money from writing this story. See A/N in each ch. for additional disclaimers.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Word count: 5,334
A/N: Some emotional manipulation and implied adult sexual content (implied sex but no sex)
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The days passed with Homura occasionally visiting the Sanzo Party, helping the one called Goku grow in both skill and strength. Tsuki didn’t understand it, but was informed that Goku was important to activating the scriptures. At his current skill level, it wasn’t enough to help kickstart their cause. Tsuki had offered to help, but Homura was insistent that Goku and his companions were reserved for lesser gods and demons. He further explained he couldn’t risk Tsuki mistakenly killing any of the party in error; especially with her skills.
Tsuki laughed to herself, not sure if she should be insulted or not. She wasn’t so reckless as to be without self restraint, but understood his concerns as the Sanzo Party themselves were unpredictable.
“I’m aware of their skills to an extent,” Tsuki commented. Homura looked at her curiously. “Whatever your plans are for Goku and the scriptures, you may want to delay the date.” Homura held a confused look on his face as Tsuki approached him. “Did Shien or Xenon happen to mention to you about the little incident in the desert not too long ago?”
“What incident,” Homura asked, intrigued by her comments. Tsuki raised a hand out to Homura who grabbed it as she guided him to the kitchen area.
“Come,” she continued, “I will brew us some tea and tell you what I saw of my Naneko’s encounter with Goku and Seiten Taisei.”
Homura squeezed her hand, acknowledging her comment. The warmth of his hand against her skin made her blush. She steadied her breathing as she brought him not too far down the hall to the kitchen.
•
The kettle whistled, Tsuki gathered the cups and saucers. “You’re going to want to sit for this one,” she began. Homura quirked a brow at her, curious about the comment. She lifted the kettle off the heat, letting it rest a bit before pouring the searing hot liquid. Seeping the tea bags before serving him a cup, Tsuki took her seat next to Homura. He graciously accepted the cup of hot liquid and brought it to his lips.
“I’m sure you know Naneko, or at least are aware of her existence. She’s the lilac skinned succubus that played a loving nurse during the war with Gyumaoh about 500 years ago.”
Homura’s eyes darted around, lost in thought and trying to recollect if he had seen this Naneko. After some time passed, his eyes lit up. “Ah yes,” he began, “I do recall a succubus by that name. She tried to make me an offer during that time that I strongly refused.”
Tsuki couldn’t help but bite the inside of her cheek at the comment. At the same time, she couldn’t be mad at Naneko. That war was a buffet for any succubus; especially since Naneko was adamant about building up her reserves. Demons, humans, gods, as long as they were hungry and held such strong spiritual energy that would feed her for decades, she didn’t care what side of the war they were on.
“First thing the succubus did was remove the coronet.” Homura choked on his tea harshly, coughing hard to dislodge the liquid. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water,” Tsuki asked. Homura shook his head, clearing his throat before he turned to her.
“Repeat that again.”
“Naneko removed Goku’s coronet.” Homura stared at Tsuki in awe, shocked by such drastic actions. “Luckily she lured him far away from any civilian casualties so as not to alert Sanzo. To be honest, he could probably feel the energy from both of them and could just sense that there was no danger to the town since Naneko took him into the desert.” Tsuki went on to explain the fight between Naneko and Seiten Taisei and how the succubus cleverly used the restraints she crafted.
Homura was intrigued by how she described Naneko’s skills with the restraints and the Great Sage’s reactions to such helplessness. Tsuki skipped over the part of the fight that turned into sex.
“So how did she get the coronet back on,” Homura inquired as Tsuki refilled his cup.
“She didn’t,” Tsuki replied. Homura kept the cup down until she finished her comment. “Sanzo had to do it for her.”
“Didn’t he do anything about Naneko?”
“No,” she replied, “once Naneko lured both the Great Sage and the Sanzo Party into my oasis beyond the abandoned city destroyed during the war with Gyumaoh, she wasn’t of any concern to Sanzo. His main focus was getting Goku back; and that was fine with me as long as they didn’t attempt to pursue her further. Should’ve left the tall redhead for her as a snack.”
Homura was memorized by Tsuki’s retelling of the succubus’ encounter with the Great Sage. He knew she would never help him in his endeavor, not with the price she was requesting for her services. Judging by how Naneko had left Seiten Taisei, it was clear that she would pursue a second round with him. He couldn’t allow that, Homura needed Goku at full power. The succubus would just continue to delay his plans.
“Creating so many restricting items for such a demanding succubus must be exhausting,” Homura commended. A light blush appeared across Tsuki’s cheeks, nodding at his comment as she sipped at her tea.
“It was challenging keeping up with her demands and short timelines,” Tsuki continued, “but she knows her limits.”
Homura continued to praise Tsuki for her efforts as he gently pushed the cup of tea and leaned in. “That’s what I like about you, Tsuki.” He gently brushed her bangs from her eyes, his hand stilling after tucking the locks behind her ear. She was still uncomfortable with him doing this action, but didn’t shy away from the soft brush of his skin against hers.
“You are an intelligent and lethal woman,” he continued. “It’s a beautiful combination that not many people possess. I couldn’t be happier to have you with me throughout this.” Homura retracted his hand and rose from his chair, taking his leave. Tsuki watched him for a brief moment before realizing she was staring, shaking her head and readjusting her bangs back over her golden eye.
“By the way,” he called out to her, turning back to face Tsuki.
“Yes,” she replied.
“I’ve made arrangements for you to stay here with me.”
Tsuki became flustered at the comment. What did he mean she was going to be staying with him? Homura turned back to her and smiled warmly. “The 12th floor of Konran Tower is the living quarters.”
“I am grateful for the offer,” she stuttered, “but I-”
“I’m not ordering you to stay here forever,” Homura interrupted, “It’s just until we’re done with this business with Heaven. After that, the decision is up to you.”
Tsuki smiled at him and nodded, accepting his offer. Homura’s eyes softened as he returned her smile before turning his back to her and continuing his leave. Tsuki watched him, getting lost in thought. Bringing herself back to reality and collecting the cups, Tsuki walked over to the sink to rinse and clean the cups before setting them on a drying rack.
•
The next morning was cool. The room she was staying in clearly had Tsuki in mind; the bedding mimicked her own. It wasn’t much, but there were a few potted plants in the room along the far side by the window. Tsuki carefully looked over the leaves, noting that whoever brought them in clearly didn’t have a green thumb.
“Poor thing,” she commented, delicately inspecting the withered leaves, “What did they do to you?” She looked at the overall health of the plant before grabbing her satchel and pulling a vial containing her enchanted water. She delicately poured the contents over the plants before holding out her hand. When she felt the water radiating with her energy, she flexed her fingers, watching as the plants gave off a glow from the water. The drooping leaves, which showed signs of ill health, were brought back to life.
Satisfied with her work, Tsuki dissipated the spell and moved the plants into the room and out of direct sunlight. She wandered over to the closet in the room, which had also been filled with a wardrobe that loosely fit her style. She fingered through the dresses on hangers before finding a black qipao dress that caught her eye. It was just that: black, and sleek. The material looked like velvet, but the dress was quite breathable.
She quickly changed into the dress, looking herself over in the full length mirror. The dress went down to the middle of her thighs, showing off her golden tanned legs. The slit on the front of her thigh cut up about 3 inches. Her hair contrasted beautifully against the fabric as she flipped her hair, leaving her room and began walking down the hall.
The cobblestone windows faced away from the sun, the dim sunrise barely lighting up the dark halls. Tsuki continued her journey down the hall past a few rooms until she came across a door which was ajar, a familiar scent catching her attention. Tsuki cautiously peered in, feeling unusually snoopy. The room appeared to have someone living there based on the shirt haphazardly tossed over a wooden chair next to a small table.
She entered the room, carefully closing the door behind her as she felt the occupant wasn’t a threat. They couldn’t be considering Homura was very aware of every active life force within Konran Tower. She looked around the room and could detect the light fragrance of lemongrass and traces of pine throughout the room. Tsuki wandered around the room, trying to locate the source of the scent as it was clear there were no flowers or plants within the room.
The bright contrast of a flame jacket against dark bedding caught her attention. Her eyes widened, realizing she was in Homura’s room! At that moment, a door slid open behind her. Tsuki turned towards the direction of the sound, her eyes met with the sight of Homura in an overly loose robe, exposing his bare chest.
She could feel her face warm at the sight, his hair was still damp and loosely hanging over his eyes. She noted the glow on his chest from traces of water that evaporated. Something stirred inside Tsuki, her heart fluttering in her chest, her eyes refusing to turn away.
Homura looked over her outfit before trailing his eyes back up to her face, seeing that couldn’t tear her eyes away. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Tsuki, what are you doing up this early,” he calmly asked. His voice was as warm and comforting to her as Tsuki returned his smile.
“I noticed this was the only room with the door open,” she replied, “I did not mean to intrude.”
Homura approached her, the faint smell of pine grew stronger as he closed the distance between them. It was intoxicating to her as it reminded of better days in Heaven when they would visit the Lower World. Her mind began to buzz as she fought off the temptation to reach out and dance her fingertips across his skin.
“Anyways, I was just on my way to the kitchen to get something to drink. I will let you get dressed.”
With that, Tsuki turned from Homura, trying not to make it obvious that she was enjoying the sight before her, and headed towards the door. She turned the knob, cracking the door as the faint scent of stale cigarettes approached from down the hall.
“Great,” she thought, “seeing that jerk this early in the morning is the last thing I need. Especially coming out of Homura’s room.”
Suddenly the door was forced shut, Tsuki looked over her shoulder to be met with Homura staring over her, his hand above her head and flat against the door. Tsuki’s heart pounded wildly in her throat, her mouth dry as her breathing grew rapidly before turning to face him.
“You don’t need to leave in such a hurry,” Homura softly commented. Tsuki grew more flustered, having been ambushed from trying to make a cool, calm exit. Why was he doing this? Especially when she was fairly certain Xenon was on his way to the room. Homura looked at her with such a calm look in his eyes, closing the distance between them once again, his body lightly pressing against hers.
“Homura,” she breathed her hands pressing against fabric and exposed chest. He lightly brushed his hand up her exposed thigh, then trailing his fingers up her side before cradling her cheek. Tsuki looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust as Homura leaned down, softly kissing her lips. She fought back a moan as she kissed him back, her hands gripping the collar of his robe.
She breathed his name again when he pulled away, his hands traveling down and gripping her thighs. Tsuki held tightly onto the fabric of Homura’s robe as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the door. A pleasurable moan escaped her lips as she felt his growing erection press against her.
Tsuki’s own arousal began to grow, her body tingling in anticipation as she snuck her hands under the fabric of Homura’s robe as she lightly trailed her nails against his skin. She could feel his muscles twitch under her light caress. Tsuki leaned in, placing her lips against his heated skin.
Homura softly spoke her name, his hands firmly gripping her thighs as he began to gently grind against Tsuki’s growing wetness. She pulled her head back, fighting back a moan with parted lips as her breathing quickened. Her senses were buzzing in anticipation. Homura leaned down, placing a heated kiss on Tsuki’s lips. She moaned against him, welcoming his kiss as he rocked his hips harder against her. Homura pulled out of the kiss, whispering her name as she whimpered with lustful need. He said her name again, then more sternly a third time.
•
“Tsuki!”
The image of Homura against her body faded, his room coming back into focus as Tsuki’s mind snapped back to reality. “No,” she thought to herself in horror. Her heart sank deeply, leaving a cold void in her chest as her stomach flipped.
“Are you alright,” Homura asked. He was still in the threshold of the adjoining room, still in that open robe with his chest exposed, water droplets falling from his bangs. “Merciful Goddess,” Tsuki cursed to herself, her face deep red in embarrassment and arousal.
“S-sorry,” she finally began, stuttering over her words and averting her eyes, “I was...just on my way to the kitchen to get some coffee when I saw the door open and....and I grew curious. I did not mean to intrude.”
Homura smiled as he approached her. Tsuki took a step back, perhaps too sharply. Homura chuckled to himself, taking notice of the action as well as the blush on her cheeks. He didn’t stop his steps towards the half-goddess. He gently brushed her cheeks, causing her to flinch as he leaned in close, his scent permeating her nose. “Go on ahead,” Homura whispered, his voice was low and sent a chill up her spine as she bit her bottom lip. “I will join you and the others shortly.”
Without another word Tsuki nodded and quickly left the room, firmly shutting the door behind her as she briskly walked down the hall. Sure enough, there was Xenon; walking in her direction. He held a hand out, ready to ask the obvious question about Tsuki emerging from Homura’s room so early in the morning. Tsuki was not going to entertain such questions and briskly walked past him without making eye contact.
•
Tsuki had met with Shien in the kitchen, the two sharing their favorite tea flavors and different ways they preferred to prepare the drink. Without sharing too many details, they also shared some of the more satisfying battles they had been a part of, clearly leaving out the Gyumaoh war. The more Shien listened to her stories, the more his suspicions about Tsuki were confirmed. He thought she was familiar, but didn’t pursue the thought any further.
Now he was certain that he had seen her up in Heaven all those centuries ago. He had heard of someone with the skills she had described, someone who carried out assassinations for Li Touten. There were rumors of her being a heretic but no one ever spoke up about it. Word about someone with such skill does not stay quiet long in Heaven, especially with Touten trying desperately to win back favor with the Jade Emperor.
“And what of your parents,” Shien inquired. Tsuki gently set her teacup down, staring at the liquid until it stopped moving in the cup.
“My mother was a goddess. I never knew of my father. From what little I’ve been told, he was a demon who was a subordinate to an assassin in Heaven.” Shien turned to Tsuki at the comment, quirking an eyebrow at her comment. “Something happened to his superior and he was exiled. Because of that, my father got some sort of promotion. In the end, his final mission was to bring a human woman back up to Heaven.” Shien’s eyebrow twitched.
“A human woman,” he asked. Tsuki nodded, bringing her tea to her lips.
“I don’t know what for, but from what I had been told he killed her and was supposed to be arrested for disobeying a direct order. What happened to him after that, I do not know and have never been curious to find out more about who he was. He left us without so much as a ‘goodbye’. What kind of man does that?”
Shien sighed empathetically as Tsuki was lost in her own thoughts for a moment. Noticing his cup was empty, Tsuki poured Shien the last of the tea before finishing her story. “Then my mother fell gravely ill. A close friend hers offered to take both of us in. I had known him since my childhood and referred to him as my uncle. He was kind and trained me to be the deadly warrior I am today. Unfortunately, because of my training and the assignments he gave to me, I was not permitted to see my mother during her final days. My uncle did everything in his power to save her, but unfortunately she died while I was away on a mission.”
“I am sorry to hear that, my friend,” Shien replied as he graciously drank the tea Tsuki had poured him. She appreciated the fact that he didn’t focus on the fact that she was a half-breed that lived in Heaven. The two continued to comfortably talk as Tsuki walked back over to the stove to brew another kettle.
Xenon pushed himself off the threshold to the kitchen, having come in mid-story. Shien turned his head towards him upon hearing his footsteps and gave him a morning greeting. Xenon gave him a lethargic arm wave and headed towards the liquor cabinet.
“Isn’t it a little early for that,” Shien questioned as Xenon grabbed a bottle of dark liquid. He glared at Shien over his shoulder, a silent answer as to his reason for his bourbon breakfast. Shien chuckled lightly to himself, finishing the last of his tea.
•
As midday came and went, Homura had joined the three and spent their time discussing an encounter with the Sanzo party he felt needed to happen. Tsuki noted the emphasis Homura had put on separating Goku from the others. He had also informed Tsuki that it was likely she was going to have to fend off Sanzo. She readied her satchel, having never faced someone with such strong spiritual abilities before, she was a bit unsure she’d be able to defeat him in battle. Tsuki knew she would be able to at least keep Sanzo away long enough for Homura to complete his task.
Tsuki changed into another qipao style dress which she favored, trading the short little number for one that had a longer cut down down to her calves, but still high slits up to her thighs; enough of a give for close range combat. Placing a few more pods in her satchel, Tsuki closed the flap and headed towards the den where the dragons were kept.
As she entered the stable, she saw the other three were already waiting for her. Xenon glared at her, clicking his teeth at her apparent lateness compared to the others.
“Apologies for my tardiness,” she began.
“No need,” Shien began, “we only just got here.”
“It’s easy when you can teleport everywhere,” Xenon commented. Tsuki ignored the remark, still not in any mood to acknowledge such hostility.
“We will tail the Sanzo party from above. They’ll likely be traveling by Jeep so we’ll start off with a group confrontation,” Homura explained. Tsuki had already readied her dragon, opening the doors on the far side of the room to take flight.
“Let’s get on with it already,” Xenon commented, kicking a leg over the saddle of his dragon before tugging sharply on the reins.
The four took off, accommodating Tsuki’s inability to teleport as this was not something she was sure she even possessed. They travelled quite a distance, following Homura’s lead towards the Sanzo party. Tsuki reached into her satchel, squeezing and readying a handful of pods.
The faint silhouette of a Jeep driving down a dirt road appeared in a clearing, the four swooped down towards the group. Tsuki dove down closer, launching the pods in the middle of the road. The line of the pods exploded and created a giant vine wall in the middle of the road. The brunette in the driver’s seat cursed loudly as the tires of the Jeep scratched harshly against the gravel road before coming to a stop. Homura and the others landed in front of the barrier Tsuki created, dismounting their dragons.
“Well this is unusual,” Sanzo began, arms folded in the passenger seat of the Jeep.
“I’ll say,” Gojyo continued, “I thought you guys could just pop out of nowhere at will. Oh, how the mighty gods have fallen.”
“You’re one to talk,” Xenon shot back.
“What the hell are you talking about,” Gojyo asked.
“Aaanyway, what brings you four to our neck of the woods,” Hakkai interrupted.
“What else,” Homura began, “I’m here for Son Goku.”
“Like hell you are,” Goku cried out, materializing his staff.
“Well, shall we get started,” Shien asked. With the exception of Sanzo, everyone leapt out of the Jeep, heading towards the Homura group. Tsuki jumped high and away from the attacking trio, keeping her eyes on her target as screams erupted from the men fighting. She landed near the Jeep, staring down the Sanzo. He didn’t even acknowledge Tsuki as he lit a cigarette, loosely watching the fight in front of him. Tsuki grabbed the handles for her whips from her satchel, igniting them as she continued to watch the Sanzo.
He certainly exuded a different sort of aura than the others. As her whips buzzed to their full length, Sanzo made eye contact with the half-breed. “You’re new,” Sanzo commented.
“We haven’t formally met, but I know of you, Genjo Sanzo,” Tsuki replied.
“You and just about every other demon on this planet. You’re not special,” Sanzo replied, flicking ashes from his cigarette. Tsuki gritted her teeth at the remark, he was almost as irritating as Xenon. Still, she wasn’t ordered to kill him and he didn’t seem like he would attack her first.
She retracted her whips and approached the Jeep. Sanzo didn’t appear to be threatened by her as he offered her a cigarette. Tsuki looked at him, baffled. “How can you be so casual about this,” Tsuki asked, ignoring the offer.
“It’s just another dumb fight that holds no purpose but to egg us on,” Sanzo replied, pulling another drag from his cigarette. “As if we didn’t already know what we have to do. Homura and his nonsense is just a roadblock to getting shit done.”
Tsuki looked at him confused and intrigued, surely Homura had more of a purpose for today’s visit than just to taunt these guys. There’s no way Sanzo was ignorant to Homura’s plans. Perhaps it was Homura’s demeanor when he presented certain bits of information to the party that made it seem like his ideals weren’t entirely serious. Was it because he never intended to kill Goku?
Xenon let out a scream, clearly holding back in his fist fight as the red headed half breed landed a punch. Tsuki tightened the grip on her handle, generating her qi whip. She snapped the length of the whip in Gojyo’s direction, the tip stinging his butt cheek. Gojyo let out a cry in pain followed by a string of cuss words as he held the tender area.
“Naneko sends her regards,” Tsuki shouted. Gojyo gave her a quizzical look before Xenon returned a punch to the face, launching Gojyo into a grassy ditch.
“Naneko,” Sanzo echoed. He recalled the naked succubus from a few months ago. Tsuki took a step back from the Jeep as she heard the vehicle creak under the shift in weight as the monk exited the vehicle. Sanzo looked down at her as she dissipated her whip. “You’re friends with that succubus?”
“More like business partners,” Tsuki chuckled. “But you don’t have to worry about her. She’s been told to wait until we’re done with Goku before trying to sneak him out for another night of fun.”
“Good,” Sanzo replied as he dropped the remains of his cigarette, snuffing it out.
“Why, you want her to make a house call?”
“Hardly. She’s a pain in the ass.”
Tsuki let out a laugh, agreeing with the comment as she kept her guard up. The two continued to watch the fight they both felt was lackluster. Homura kept Goku close, likely to continue influencing his thoughts and focus for his end game.
Hakkai ricocheted a qi blast from Shien, launching himself towards the god. Tsuki dissipated her whips, quickly digging through her satchel and snapping the barrier in a pod before launching it at Hakkai. She held her hand out, her eyes giving off a glow as her energy resonated with the water within the pod. She used her energy to push the pod faster towards Hakkai. The pod connected with his left shoulder, exploding across his back and winding around his arm and forcing it down to his side. Hakkai tore at the vines, fruitlessly pulling at the plant life.
“What the hell was that,” Sanzo asked.
“Don’t worry,” Tsuki scoffed as she pocketed her handles, “it’s nothing lethal.” She squinted her eyes, the vines giving off another glow as they grew and reached over Hakkai’s other arm and started wrapping itself around his body. Tsuki then turned her attention to the ground under the Jeep, focusing her energy on the small specs of dirt and pebbles. Tsuki flexed each of her fingers individually, almost like she was silently playing piano, guiding the smaller dirt particles to grind against one another to soften the road under the Jeep.
“That’s enough,” Sanzo demanded, reaching into the sleeve of his robe. The glow from Tsuki’s eyes faded as she turned to him. “You’re starting to get annoying.”
Tsuki smiled at the comment, wondering if that was finally a threat from the monk. Tsuki hid a hand behind her back, still manipulating the dirt but slower and at a lower frequency. “Are you ready to get serious,” Tsuki asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re starting to piss me off,” Sanzo commented as he pulled out his banishing gun. Tsuki’s eyes widened at the familiar weapon. She reached her other hand into her satchel, feeling around for a few pods that were filled with her enchanted water.
Sanzo checked the bullets in the barrel before snapping it back into place. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but this whole thing stops now,” Sanzo firmly stated. Tsuki retrieved the pods of water from her satchel, her eyes glowing as the electricity around her began to buzz, the aura around her caused her hair and clothing to dance as the pods began to glow. She threw the pods towards the foot of the Jeep, exploding and flooding the areas under the tires as she brought both hands in front of her, manipulating the earth beneath the vehicle.
Hakuryuu squee’d at the unstable ground as thick branches emerged from the earth, scratching the sides of the vehicle as each branch wrapped itself around the Jeep while it sank in the softened soil.
“Hakuryuu,” Hakkai shouted, still struggling against the wrappings thrown at him earlier. The branches began to pull the vehicle deeper into the soil as Sanzo cursed under his breath, firing off a few rounds at the branches. The plant life was so thick, the bullets didn’t do enough damage before it regenerated.
Once a good third of the Jeep sunk into the ground, Tsuki manipulated her hands, waving them away from the ground as if she were calling the water to her; the soil becoming dry and as firm as stone. Sanzo turned and glared at Tsuki, pointing his gun at her.
“Let him go,” Sanzo demanded as he cocked the banishing gun. Tsuki just smiled from behind wisps of hair dancing in front of her face. Sanzo fired off a single round which instantly disappeared into an invisible barrier, distorting the image in front of him.
Homura had suddenly appeared between him and Tsuki. “We’re done here,” Homura stated.
“Like hell you are,” Sanzo spat, the annoyance in his voice clear.
“I’ve done what I’ve set out to do today. And it seems like you guys will need a few days to recoup.”
Sanzo’s eyes trailed over to the others only to see Gojyo beaten and exhausted on the ground, Hakkai’s upper torso looking like a shrub as the vines continued restricting his movement, and Goku lay face down, motionless on the ground. Just what the hell happened? Sanzo cursed himself for being careless.
“You bastard!” Sanzo emptied the casings from his gun, preparing to reload. Tsuki made quick work of the opportunity, her hands manipulating the tiny dirt and sand particles again. She encased his hand and the gun in a ball of sand and dirt, getting as much of the mixture into the cracks of the gun as possible. When her spell faded, the excess dirt falling from the weapon, Sanzo looked at his gun in disbelief; unable to close the barrel.
“Dammit,” Sanzo cursed, “forget the succubus, you’re the pain in the ass.”
The light faded from Tsuki’s eyes, her hair and clothing fell as Homura put an arm around her, leading Tsuki away from the monk. “By the way,” Tsuki called out behind her shoulders, “Naneko sends her love. Especially with that gold card.”
“What?!” Sanzo frantically patted down his robe before searching deep in his sleeves, his wallet nowhere on his person. “Damnit!” Sanzo gritted his teeth, frustrated as he could only watch as the four mounted their dragons and made their exit. Once they were far enough away, the vines wrapped tightly around Hakkai became slack and released him from the bindings.
“What do we do now, Sanzo,” Hakkai asked, picking himself off the ground.
“Nothing, let them be.” Sanzo harshly brushed his gun, shaking it and trying to free loose the tiny grains of rock and sand Tsuki had forced into the crevasses. “At this point, we will need at least a day of rest. What a pain.” Sanzo placed the gun in his sleeve and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lighting up and sighed heavily, irritated at their situation.
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