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keire_keThis went quick. ^_______^ Bless the people who invented Freeq and Redd's.
Five minutes later Sanzo walked into the cargo hold. Kougaji was dismantling the wall covering, revealing a stack of large, awkward guns, which could easily shoot through a surface vehicle. He hoisted one of them on his shoulder and looked through the sight, his fingers running over the weapon, checking that it was in order.
“Try no to blow holes in my ship,” Sanzo told him, finding a pair of soft leather gloves in one of the toolboxes lying around. “Gloves,” he said in the direction of Gojyo and Hakkai. Goku was already wearing a pair.
“There goes my cunning plan,” Kougaji said dropping the gun and setting it aside. He picked up another and repeated the procedure.
Sanzo was taken aback when the harnesses turned out to be in perfect condition. He watched Jien test the ropes and was even more astounded when they didn’t snap. He had been expecting rats, locust and possibly the ten plagues of Egypt. He spent the time saved on complaining watching Goku, who stared at the harnesses like it was the first time he’d seen one when Jien first handed it over. He stood there for a while, running his fingers over the snap hooks, as if confused. Then, just as Jien was about to offer a snarky comment and then assistance, he flipped it over and was securely harnessed in three seconds flat.
Sanzo refused to seem surprised. He made sure the doctor and the whore had taken appropriate safety measures and harnessed himself. He nodded to Kougaji while Jien opened the bottom hatch, grabbed a rope and stepped off the ship, into Galatea’s windy atmosphere.
As far as collective efforts go, descends into hostile territory were not ranked among the most complicated. Nevertheless, it required a certain amount of synchronisation and good timing. Sanzo consulted his watch when Hakkai’s feet were firmly on the ground – four people in the clear in less than two minutes, two of them untrained. That was impressive.
Hakkai led them through a ruined street, to a hut, which was as inconspicuous as they come.
“That’s an only exit?” Gojyo asked, seeing the narrow passage and fairly small elevator. “How did you transport the kid in a stretcher?”
“There a couple of others,” Hakkai said. “Including a cargo elevator.”
It was dark in the elevator. The only source of light was the command panel, which filled the small space with an eerie green glow. Sanzo closed his eyes briefly, visualising the blueprint of the facility. “They built the elevators for morons,” he said, locating the retinal scanner. He ducked into the narrow space and, without looking up, pressed a couple of buttons in quick succession. He withdrew just as the doors started to slide closed.
Goku found a piece of something metallic, broke it in half and unscrewed a lid of the ventilation shaft. Sanzo didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d brought a pocketknife and a couple of screwdrivers. The monkey was proficient with no tools, anyway. They were looking into a dark, dusty hole in the wall in no time at all.
“Do you know the way?” Sanzo asked, handing Goku a flashlight.
“Yeah.”
The flashlight proved to be pointless and useful at the same time. Goku obviously didn’t need it at all, but for the rest of them it was an indicator of where to go. Sanzo was cursing the monkey, as they crawled through the narrow space. He shot ahead, disregarding the fact that he had ninety centimetres from floor to ceiling of available space. Gojyo and Hakkai had trouble with picking up a rhythm, but eventually they settled into a clumsy, but fairly fast, crawl. Sanzo brought up the rear, pulling the lid back on behind him. The screws he kept, just in case someone felt like a prank.
They moved quickly, until Goku hesitated at the third crossvents. “Wrong. Not right,” he muttered to himself, spinning in place. It lasted for no more than two seconds, then he went left and came face to face with a grill covering a large, spinning fan. “There’s enough space to go through here,” he said quietly, turning to Sanzo.
“There’s no direct route?”
“There is, but…” Goku gestured helplessly. “It’s wrong.”
“Wrong how?”
“I don’t know. Just wrong.”
“Bloody brilliant. Now I’m supposed to follow your hunch into a grinder,” Sanzo muttered. “If anyone gets splattered, it’s not my problem.”
It wasn’t Sanzo’s problem, in the end. Goku removed the grill and held it in place right in front of the fan, but the transfer was a thrilling experience all the same. After that, the road was smooth. In no time at all they arrived at another grill, this time one overlooking a barely lit corridor. After the pitch-black ventilation ducts, it was an improvement.
The facility was quiet and empty, save for the occasional body. This pleased Sanzo, to a degree. He now had proof that Hakkai wasn’t the type to make empty declarations.
They moved carefully, mindful of the security measures Goku described earlier. It turned out that they were no problem at all – Goku had said the walls were easy to climb and apparently the traps were wired to a single circuit which, once cut, disabled most lasers, darts and motion detectors.
They moved slowly now, even though the facility was completely deserted. Sanzo noted at one point they were passing a grill they would have exited through, if it wasn’t for the fan detour. He flashed a beam of light at the duct and froze.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
There was an explosive wired to the grill. Judging by dust, or lack thereof, it’d been installed very recently. Sanzo looked at Goku, who was staring at the charge. He made a mental note to ask about it later.
“No one talks from now on. No flashlights,” Sanzo hissed, unholster his gun. “Tread carefully.”
The elevator was also rigged, but like the charge on the grill it was less of a threat and more of a warning explosive. It was unlikely it would kill, or even seriously injure, anyone not sitting on it. But it would be loud and bright.
Someone was expecting them. Worse, they wanted to meet them. It was just as well. Sanzo really wanted to put a bullet in someone’s skull.
The facility was simple to navigate; each corner bore a handful of signs pointing to the closets facilities. Some of those indicated there was a specialist laboratory devoted to just about every branch of medicine. Sanzo’s eyes fell onto the slender back of the boy, because that’s what Goku was, in many ways. All of this for one child. Fuck, the bastards deserved Hakkai, Sanzo thought maliciously. You wanted a merciless killer, you got one.
This train of thought got Sanzo to station: generator in no time at all. The more focused he got, the better he worked, so restarting the machinery went without a hitch. Underneath, however, another thought was brewing: it had been going too smoothly. When, on their way to the mainframe, Goku suddenly shoved Sanzo hard enough to disrupt his balance, all of Sanzo’s muscles were pretty much prepared to roll and land in a comfortable crouch. He waved at Gojyo and Hakkai to stay put, hidden in the shadows.
Someone had fired a bullet and now that someone was clapping, in a manner that suggested smugness and self-importance.
“Quite impressive,” the someone said, walking towards them slowly. Sanzo made an effort to keep the lights off when he was flipping the switches on the generator so the corridor was still shrouded in semi-darkness. Not enough to hide a presence, but enough to hide a person’s features.
“Mi integer, urna sed tempus,” the stranger said.
Sanzo whipped out his gun and delivered an introductory round. He knew exactly how good he was. He could kill, or at least seriously wound, a man on the other side of a dark room. He had, therefore, an excuse to feel surprised when the annoyingly smug voice sounded again, a lot closer – to Goku – this time.
“Impressive,” he said, staring at Goku intensely. “I was told it was impossible to survive a Nootrophamine treatment long enough.” His hand shot out, unexpectedly, gripping Goku’s chin and angling his face to the nonexistent light. “Most impressive.”
“This might not be the best time,” Gojyo asked in a stage whisper, “But what the Hades and all seven of her moons?”
“Nootrophamine is a performance-enhancing drug,” Hakkai answered calmly. “Spectacular results, but at the expense of some areas of cerebral tissue, mostly those responsible for stored memories. Prolonged exposure makes gold flecks appear in the iris.”
Gojyo considered the words “prolonged exposure” and “gold flecks” in relation to Goku’s large, perfectly golden irises.
“Now is not the time,” Sanzo said through clenched teeth. The newcomer was still gripping Goku’s chin and staring into his eyes. Sanzo willed the monkey to move, to do something. Best if the something included ripping a certain smug smirk of someone’s face, but he’d settle for stepping back.
“Genjo Sanzo, I presume,” the man said. He finally moved away from Goku, who didn’t so much as hint that he still draw breath. “Pleased to meet you. I am Homura Taisho.”
Sanzo started. They wouldn’t- They certainly wouldn’t have sent him after Goku! But with that thought came a moment of sombre realisation: who if not him?
“Uh, Sanzo?”
“Fuck,” the captain hissed.
“What?”
“Monkey, we’re leaving,” Sanzo said.
“I’m afraid you are not,” Homura said. There was a smirk dancing about his mouth. “I’m being paid a lot of money to deliver Son Goku’s head. With a substantial bonus if I add Cho Hakkai’s to the delivery.”
Goku was still standing there, like a very life-like statue. Sanzo willed him to move, with all his might. Shit. Goku’d killed seven people just for threatening him in the cargo hold of his own ship, severely injured three more, and now he was just standing, as if he couldn’t care less, when the biggest psycho in the galaxy was smiling at them. But of course that wasn’t true, was it? Goku only started fighting when Sanzo was physically attacked, no earlier. Which meant Homura would have to actually hurt him for Goku to take action.
Fuck, why is it always me, Sanzo thought with irritation, staring at Goku’s (unmoving) back. I don’t particularly want the fucker to have a go at me.
He realised, five seconds later, that Homura was following his intent gaze with some amusement. “It’s no use. He won’t move, until I let him.”
Sanzo stared. Even for a freaky bounty hunter that made no sense.
“Why don’t you just kill him then?”
“Give a man a minute to gloat. Following you was not easy.”
I bet it wasn’t, Sanzo thought and clenched his fists. He thought of Duo and Heero and Twelve’s remains floating in a middle of nowhere, waiting for scavengers. Duo’s cloaking devices couldn’t have included their ship, and they had been tracked ever since Persephone. Suddenly getting hit to get Goku to kill the motherfucker wasn’t such a bad idea.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one thinking it.
Behind Sanzo Hakkai straightened up. “Does anyone have a plan?” he asked almost casually. Sanzo rolled his eyes, even though he knew Hakkai could only see his back. “Est te movet adolescens, eum solet aliquyam oportere id,” the doctor said, and Sanzo damn near broke his own neck by accident. The same language – Latin, possibly – Homura uttered earlier!
All of sudden a couple of things clarified for Sanzo.
Goku dropped, as if the sentence freed him from a spell, and lashed out with his foot, kicking out at Homura’s legs. Displeased, Sanzo noticed that while the bastard had been surprised, his fall was controlled. The fact that Goku didn’t allow him to gather his wits but followed through with a series of punches was a little comfort, but not nearly enough.
Severing that annoying head might be.
Goku was pushing Homura in the direction opposite to the mainframe, that was good news. Bad news was, Sanzo could recall there was a training hall there, judging by the signs on the walls, and training hall meant a broad selection of weaponry, judging by Goku’s overview.
“Let’s go,” he said to Gojyo and Hakkai. Towards the latter he directed a glare, which said “I will want answers,” plainer than words could. “Mainframe.”
“You mean leave Goku alone with that nutjob? Are you insane?” Gojyo demanded, getting into Sanzo’s face.
“Shut up.”
“Did you fall on your head? Monkey can keel over any second, and you’re just gonna leave him?”
Sanzo said nothing for a longer while. In his mind’s eye he could see the fight going on just around the corner, and how would it progress if Goku did have another attack. “Fuck…” he hissed, cursing his mind for supplying vivid details. “Alright, you go. Hakkai, you know where the mainframe is?”
“Yes. But I still don’t know how are we supposed to get anything, with my clearance.”
Yet another thing to curse, Sanzo thought. The doctor still emanated calm and assurance. The only thing that saved his stoic ass from Sanzo’s wrath was the barely perceptible shaking of his hands. Whatever reasons he had for saving Goku, he meant them in earnest.
“Good point,” Gojyo said snapping his fingers. His eyes were flickering between the captain, the doctor and the duelling pair, who were by now out of sight, but not far enough the three of them couldn’t make out the dull sound of punches and kicks. “Heero was supposed to download the data once we switched the system on, what do we do now?”
Sanzo took a few seconds to consider the issue further, but the conclusions he’d already reached. He produced a palmtop and a hard drive from his backpack. “Plug the drive into the palmtop,” he told them, “and then the palmtop into the computer. When it asks you for a password, find and run the cracker. Get anything they have.” On the small screen a menu unfolded, displaying a short folder list. “Fuck this up and don’t bother coming back,” the captain warned Gojyo.
“Of course. What if there’s not enough space?” Gojyo asked.
“I don’t see how, you should be able to fit ten terabytes on there easily,” Sanzo said, his mind already running through the combat scenarios. He checked his gun, just in case. It never failed him so far, but if he was going against Homura Taisho any reassurance was welcome.
Gojyo bowed, his face now serious, but Sanzo didn’t notice. He’d turned around to avoid seeing Hakkai’s serene smile. He didn’t like leaving the two of them alone, but he didn’t like the smirk on Homura’s face more. At least, he told himself, if the rumours were true, Homura would have come alone. So, without a final glance, he waved the whore and the doctor goodbye and followed the sounds of battle.
Five minutes later Sanzo walked into the cargo hold. Kougaji was dismantling the wall covering, revealing a stack of large, awkward guns, which could easily shoot through a surface vehicle. He hoisted one of them on his shoulder and looked through the sight, his fingers running over the weapon, checking that it was in order.
“Try no to blow holes in my ship,” Sanzo told him, finding a pair of soft leather gloves in one of the toolboxes lying around. “Gloves,” he said in the direction of Gojyo and Hakkai. Goku was already wearing a pair.
“There goes my cunning plan,” Kougaji said dropping the gun and setting it aside. He picked up another and repeated the procedure.
Sanzo was taken aback when the harnesses turned out to be in perfect condition. He watched Jien test the ropes and was even more astounded when they didn’t snap. He had been expecting rats, locust and possibly the ten plagues of Egypt. He spent the time saved on complaining watching Goku, who stared at the harnesses like it was the first time he’d seen one when Jien first handed it over. He stood there for a while, running his fingers over the snap hooks, as if confused. Then, just as Jien was about to offer a snarky comment and then assistance, he flipped it over and was securely harnessed in three seconds flat.
Sanzo refused to seem surprised. He made sure the doctor and the whore had taken appropriate safety measures and harnessed himself. He nodded to Kougaji while Jien opened the bottom hatch, grabbed a rope and stepped off the ship, into Galatea’s windy atmosphere.
As far as collective efforts go, descends into hostile territory were not ranked among the most complicated. Nevertheless, it required a certain amount of synchronisation and good timing. Sanzo consulted his watch when Hakkai’s feet were firmly on the ground – four people in the clear in less than two minutes, two of them untrained. That was impressive.
Hakkai led them through a ruined street, to a hut, which was as inconspicuous as they come.
“That’s an only exit?” Gojyo asked, seeing the narrow passage and fairly small elevator. “How did you transport the kid in a stretcher?”
“There a couple of others,” Hakkai said. “Including a cargo elevator.”
It was dark in the elevator. The only source of light was the command panel, which filled the small space with an eerie green glow. Sanzo closed his eyes briefly, visualising the blueprint of the facility. “They built the elevators for morons,” he said, locating the retinal scanner. He ducked into the narrow space and, without looking up, pressed a couple of buttons in quick succession. He withdrew just as the doors started to slide closed.
Goku found a piece of something metallic, broke it in half and unscrewed a lid of the ventilation shaft. Sanzo didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d brought a pocketknife and a couple of screwdrivers. The monkey was proficient with no tools, anyway. They were looking into a dark, dusty hole in the wall in no time at all.
“Do you know the way?” Sanzo asked, handing Goku a flashlight.
“Yeah.”
The flashlight proved to be pointless and useful at the same time. Goku obviously didn’t need it at all, but for the rest of them it was an indicator of where to go. Sanzo was cursing the monkey, as they crawled through the narrow space. He shot ahead, disregarding the fact that he had ninety centimetres from floor to ceiling of available space. Gojyo and Hakkai had trouble with picking up a rhythm, but eventually they settled into a clumsy, but fairly fast, crawl. Sanzo brought up the rear, pulling the lid back on behind him. The screws he kept, just in case someone felt like a prank.
They moved quickly, until Goku hesitated at the third crossvents. “Wrong. Not right,” he muttered to himself, spinning in place. It lasted for no more than two seconds, then he went left and came face to face with a grill covering a large, spinning fan. “There’s enough space to go through here,” he said quietly, turning to Sanzo.
“There’s no direct route?”
“There is, but…” Goku gestured helplessly. “It’s wrong.”
“Wrong how?”
“I don’t know. Just wrong.”
“Bloody brilliant. Now I’m supposed to follow your hunch into a grinder,” Sanzo muttered. “If anyone gets splattered, it’s not my problem.”
It wasn’t Sanzo’s problem, in the end. Goku removed the grill and held it in place right in front of the fan, but the transfer was a thrilling experience all the same. After that, the road was smooth. In no time at all they arrived at another grill, this time one overlooking a barely lit corridor. After the pitch-black ventilation ducts, it was an improvement.
The facility was quiet and empty, save for the occasional body. This pleased Sanzo, to a degree. He now had proof that Hakkai wasn’t the type to make empty declarations.
They moved carefully, mindful of the security measures Goku described earlier. It turned out that they were no problem at all – Goku had said the walls were easy to climb and apparently the traps were wired to a single circuit which, once cut, disabled most lasers, darts and motion detectors.
They moved slowly now, even though the facility was completely deserted. Sanzo noted at one point they were passing a grill they would have exited through, if it wasn’t for the fan detour. He flashed a beam of light at the duct and froze.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
There was an explosive wired to the grill. Judging by dust, or lack thereof, it’d been installed very recently. Sanzo looked at Goku, who was staring at the charge. He made a mental note to ask about it later.
“No one talks from now on. No flashlights,” Sanzo hissed, unholster his gun. “Tread carefully.”
The elevator was also rigged, but like the charge on the grill it was less of a threat and more of a warning explosive. It was unlikely it would kill, or even seriously injure, anyone not sitting on it. But it would be loud and bright.
Someone was expecting them. Worse, they wanted to meet them. It was just as well. Sanzo really wanted to put a bullet in someone’s skull.
The facility was simple to navigate; each corner bore a handful of signs pointing to the closets facilities. Some of those indicated there was a specialist laboratory devoted to just about every branch of medicine. Sanzo’s eyes fell onto the slender back of the boy, because that’s what Goku was, in many ways. All of this for one child. Fuck, the bastards deserved Hakkai, Sanzo thought maliciously. You wanted a merciless killer, you got one.
This train of thought got Sanzo to station: generator in no time at all. The more focused he got, the better he worked, so restarting the machinery went without a hitch. Underneath, however, another thought was brewing: it had been going too smoothly. When, on their way to the mainframe, Goku suddenly shoved Sanzo hard enough to disrupt his balance, all of Sanzo’s muscles were pretty much prepared to roll and land in a comfortable crouch. He waved at Gojyo and Hakkai to stay put, hidden in the shadows.
Someone had fired a bullet and now that someone was clapping, in a manner that suggested smugness and self-importance.
“Quite impressive,” the someone said, walking towards them slowly. Sanzo made an effort to keep the lights off when he was flipping the switches on the generator so the corridor was still shrouded in semi-darkness. Not enough to hide a presence, but enough to hide a person’s features.
“Mi integer, urna sed tempus,” the stranger said.
Sanzo whipped out his gun and delivered an introductory round. He knew exactly how good he was. He could kill, or at least seriously wound, a man on the other side of a dark room. He had, therefore, an excuse to feel surprised when the annoyingly smug voice sounded again, a lot closer – to Goku – this time.
“Impressive,” he said, staring at Goku intensely. “I was told it was impossible to survive a Nootrophamine treatment long enough.” His hand shot out, unexpectedly, gripping Goku’s chin and angling his face to the nonexistent light. “Most impressive.”
“This might not be the best time,” Gojyo asked in a stage whisper, “But what the Hades and all seven of her moons?”
“Nootrophamine is a performance-enhancing drug,” Hakkai answered calmly. “Spectacular results, but at the expense of some areas of cerebral tissue, mostly those responsible for stored memories. Prolonged exposure makes gold flecks appear in the iris.”
Gojyo considered the words “prolonged exposure” and “gold flecks” in relation to Goku’s large, perfectly golden irises.
“Now is not the time,” Sanzo said through clenched teeth. The newcomer was still gripping Goku’s chin and staring into his eyes. Sanzo willed the monkey to move, to do something. Best if the something included ripping a certain smug smirk of someone’s face, but he’d settle for stepping back.
“Genjo Sanzo, I presume,” the man said. He finally moved away from Goku, who didn’t so much as hint that he still draw breath. “Pleased to meet you. I am Homura Taisho.”
Sanzo started. They wouldn’t- They certainly wouldn’t have sent him after Goku! But with that thought came a moment of sombre realisation: who if not him?
“Uh, Sanzo?”
“Fuck,” the captain hissed.
“What?”
“Monkey, we’re leaving,” Sanzo said.
“I’m afraid you are not,” Homura said. There was a smirk dancing about his mouth. “I’m being paid a lot of money to deliver Son Goku’s head. With a substantial bonus if I add Cho Hakkai’s to the delivery.”
Goku was still standing there, like a very life-like statue. Sanzo willed him to move, with all his might. Shit. Goku’d killed seven people just for threatening him in the cargo hold of his own ship, severely injured three more, and now he was just standing, as if he couldn’t care less, when the biggest psycho in the galaxy was smiling at them. But of course that wasn’t true, was it? Goku only started fighting when Sanzo was physically attacked, no earlier. Which meant Homura would have to actually hurt him for Goku to take action.
Fuck, why is it always me, Sanzo thought with irritation, staring at Goku’s (unmoving) back. I don’t particularly want the fucker to have a go at me.
He realised, five seconds later, that Homura was following his intent gaze with some amusement. “It’s no use. He won’t move, until I let him.”
Sanzo stared. Even for a freaky bounty hunter that made no sense.
“Why don’t you just kill him then?”
“Give a man a minute to gloat. Following you was not easy.”
I bet it wasn’t, Sanzo thought and clenched his fists. He thought of Duo and Heero and Twelve’s remains floating in a middle of nowhere, waiting for scavengers. Duo’s cloaking devices couldn’t have included their ship, and they had been tracked ever since Persephone. Suddenly getting hit to get Goku to kill the motherfucker wasn’t such a bad idea.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one thinking it.
Behind Sanzo Hakkai straightened up. “Does anyone have a plan?” he asked almost casually. Sanzo rolled his eyes, even though he knew Hakkai could only see his back. “Est te movet adolescens, eum solet aliquyam oportere id,” the doctor said, and Sanzo damn near broke his own neck by accident. The same language – Latin, possibly – Homura uttered earlier!
All of sudden a couple of things clarified for Sanzo.
Goku dropped, as if the sentence freed him from a spell, and lashed out with his foot, kicking out at Homura’s legs. Displeased, Sanzo noticed that while the bastard had been surprised, his fall was controlled. The fact that Goku didn’t allow him to gather his wits but followed through with a series of punches was a little comfort, but not nearly enough.
Severing that annoying head might be.
Goku was pushing Homura in the direction opposite to the mainframe, that was good news. Bad news was, Sanzo could recall there was a training hall there, judging by the signs on the walls, and training hall meant a broad selection of weaponry, judging by Goku’s overview.
“Let’s go,” he said to Gojyo and Hakkai. Towards the latter he directed a glare, which said “I will want answers,” plainer than words could. “Mainframe.”
“You mean leave Goku alone with that nutjob? Are you insane?” Gojyo demanded, getting into Sanzo’s face.
“Shut up.”
“Did you fall on your head? Monkey can keel over any second, and you’re just gonna leave him?”
Sanzo said nothing for a longer while. In his mind’s eye he could see the fight going on just around the corner, and how would it progress if Goku did have another attack. “Fuck…” he hissed, cursing his mind for supplying vivid details. “Alright, you go. Hakkai, you know where the mainframe is?”
“Yes. But I still don’t know how are we supposed to get anything, with my clearance.”
Yet another thing to curse, Sanzo thought. The doctor still emanated calm and assurance. The only thing that saved his stoic ass from Sanzo’s wrath was the barely perceptible shaking of his hands. Whatever reasons he had for saving Goku, he meant them in earnest.
“Good point,” Gojyo said snapping his fingers. His eyes were flickering between the captain, the doctor and the duelling pair, who were by now out of sight, but not far enough the three of them couldn’t make out the dull sound of punches and kicks. “Heero was supposed to download the data once we switched the system on, what do we do now?”
Sanzo took a few seconds to consider the issue further, but the conclusions he’d already reached. He produced a palmtop and a hard drive from his backpack. “Plug the drive into the palmtop,” he told them, “and then the palmtop into the computer. When it asks you for a password, find and run the cracker. Get anything they have.” On the small screen a menu unfolded, displaying a short folder list. “Fuck this up and don’t bother coming back,” the captain warned Gojyo.
“Of course. What if there’s not enough space?” Gojyo asked.
“I don’t see how, you should be able to fit ten terabytes on there easily,” Sanzo said, his mind already running through the combat scenarios. He checked his gun, just in case. It never failed him so far, but if he was going against Homura Taisho any reassurance was welcome.
Gojyo bowed, his face now serious, but Sanzo didn’t notice. He’d turned around to avoid seeing Hakkai’s serene smile. He didn’t like leaving the two of them alone, but he didn’t like the smirk on Homura’s face more. At least, he told himself, if the rumours were true, Homura would have come alone. So, without a final glance, he waved the whore and the doctor goodbye and followed the sounds of battle.
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Date: 2007-07-23 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-23 08:34 am (UTC)Hakkai did say he will utilise all means necessary to keep Goku safe. I imagine that includes Goku himself.
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:09 am (UTC)Yeah, but...! Hakkai just... *scowls at Hakkai* The guy needs some emotions.
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:18 am (UTC)Can't argue with that. In his defence, Mr Captain looks like he might freeze any second, Gojyo is decent, but still not a soldier and Hakkai himself usually needs strategic planning and an element of surprise. It was the logical course of actions, to trigger the monkey.
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:25 am (UTC)Logical. Triggering Goku is logical. *blocks sight with a hand* And how are they going to get Goku back, you silly man you?
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:33 am (UTC)Well, out of the four of them Goku is best at kicking ass. And Hakkai might know a little more about keeping him in check than he's letting on. But you'll have to wait and see. ;)
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:39 am (UTC)*scowl* Sneaky Hakkai. Wait, I just used two words that mean the same thing. Um... Devious? *sigh*
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Date: 2007-07-23 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-23 08:40 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-07-23 02:50 am (UTC)Gods I love this fic. I just finished HP7 and what do I find when I manage to get teh internets? ACB! Lovely! The world makes sense again.
This chapter was utter greatness. I liked the appearance of Homura, and the whole Latin bit. *giggles* It seems appropriate. I do have to feel bad for Goku, though. And I loved how what Sanzo is witnessing and hearing about Goku makes his blood boil. You may not be going for 39 here, but you're definitely doing an excellent job with the 3+9 aspect. Either way, it's great.
Lovely. I can't stress that enough.
Oh, and what do the phrases mean? Or is that in chapters to come? o____O
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Date: 2007-07-23 08:51 am (UTC)Ha, I read HP7 too - I think my previous post contains my impressions. And then I was suddenly inspired to finish ACB15.
Sanzo has a conscience, somewhere. Didn't do him much good (in this fic anyway), but he does exercise it. Especialy if his monkey's safety is in question. I certainly am going for the 39 feel. I hope it shows. XD I'm glad you liked Homura, I'm not sure I got him quite right.
The phrases mean absolutely nothing. I got them from a random text generator (the lorem ipsum thing). I was playing with the idea of something deep and meaningful (Bible quotes in Albanian, to be precise), but then I thought it makes less sense than a random string of words: it's more probable that someone will utter said phrase if it was an actual sentence. And given that they are supposed to control Goku, it's best to make them impossible to guess.
Thank you! *huggles*
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Date: 2007-07-23 05:06 am (UTC)i guess i didnt expect to see homura,
but now that you've included him
it fits!
thanks for updating this fic.
i like this fic very much
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Date: 2007-07-23 08:52 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!