Saiyuki Gaiden

[NecroZombieCourtesan]

When your life had little more meaning then a stamp in the corner of a page the world became dull and lost all it's former luster. Noise was a annoyance. After spending so much time listening to nothing every word and shrill syllable was enough to shatter cave silence into ten thousand tiny pieces. Sitting around was boring, immortality was boring, life as a whole was simply drab and gray.

The day that his lovely aunt brought him a little present from the nether world he was diligently stamping pages with his official seal. Kouzen rarely involved himself in political matters, in fact he rarely involved himself with people in general. It wasn't that he thought he was better then anybody else, though most would like to think this was the reason for his antisocial behavior. Kouzen just didn't care to do anything that might make him less bored, and in turn more bored in the long run.

When he first set eyes on 'it' he was far from impressed. What had his aunt brought him this time. A weird looking little yellow eyed child who seemed to idolize Kouzen. Kou did not want to be idolized, in fact he didn't want any sort of physical contact. So when the little child reached up and began to pet Kouzen's infamous golden locks of hair, unknowingly ripping out a few strands, Kouzen was positively fuming. And what's worse, everybody was laughing at him.

"Well come on Monkey." After licking his damaged ego wounds he walked away, just assuming this creature would have sense enough to follow. They made their way towards a brilliant white room. It was decorated with rather bland golden leaves and held no furniture but a desk and a couple chairs. This was Kouzen's haven. "Sit down and don't touch anything." He didn't know what to do with 'it'. And it didn't shut up. He stopped to cringe and then sat down, picked up his stamp and began to blot the pages. Every time the kid blurted something out his stamped moved a quarter of a centimeter to the right. How loathsome.

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The buzz was never nearly as good as the way people looked when he was drunk. They were all abstract, an eye here a leg there, colors blending together to form a myriad of bodies. Ever since Prince Nataku had taken control of most aspects of war, there had been little for Kenren to do except try and not get into too much trouble. Today he was meandering in the general direction of Tenpou's library. He was suppose to help organize books and various scrolls but he was getting there rather slowly. Tenpou usually didn't mind. Cleaning wasn't exactly his favorite thing to do, and was a task usually left up to his right hand man.

He drank himself into oblivion and wandered in the general direction of his beloved General. "Sorry I am late Captain." Not much could be said about Kenren. He didn't exactly get along with people. Tenpou happened to be his only friend, there was that dragon of the west but their relationship had never surpassed the work level. Tenpou wasn't exactly easy to deal with. He had terrible organization skills and didn't really wear his emotions on his sleeve. It was impossible for somebody to deduce what he was thinking. And boy did they both have a temper. Kenren was prone to outbursts and voicing his opinions quite often. Tenpou on the other hand had a habit of suppressing his frustration and releasing it in one very large outburst.

"What the hell happened in here?" Kenren had just cleaned up this abyss not two days prior and there was Tenpou sitting at the heart of a large pile of books. Sighing he scratched the top of his head and pulled a chair from beneath the sea of stories before sitting down and leaning back. "You are hopeless." Kenren could say pretty much anything. Tenpou was stuck in whatever it was he was reading and only hearing random highs and lows of Ken-nachii's voice.

 

[punkjello]

A huff emanated from the small monkey demon as he moved down the long hallway, looking down at the chains that held his wrists and ankles together as he walked. Goku didn't think of himself as potential threat to anyone, yet people still acted as if he was a tool of destruction. His bright golden eyes peered around the regal and beautiful surroundings, his curiosity piqued as he was introduced to so many luxuries and priceless items. The concept of money was not needed for a boy who had not had any contact with the real world, so he would lay his hand on the immaculate sculptures, the beautiful vases, or the priceless paintings without a care in the world. This obviously angered quite a few people, yet Goku's attention was not focused on them, but all these new things that had been introduced to him. He let out a soft "Oooh" as they arrived at Kouzen's chambers, his eyes taking in everything around him before even landing on the blonde man at the other end of the room.

There was a long silence as Goku was placed before Kouzen. His eyes were wide as he stared up towards the blonde, his hands pressed together in front of him. He looked awe-struck, having the look of a puppy dog in his eyes as he watched the man for the longest time. Introductions were overrated, and Goku was quite forward. The next thing Kouzen would feel was his hair being grasped within the small hands, tugging harshly and ending up ripping out a few strands. "U-Uh... o-ooops?" He bit his lower lip and laughed weakly. "Y-You've got the sun on top of your head, mister!"

It was obvious that the man was not happy. He squeaked and followed diligently, rushing into Kouzen's chambers. The man's orders to not touch anything went on deaf ears as he rushed around the room, the chains abandoned from his wrists and ankles so he was free to move around again. "What's this? What's this? Where'd this come from?" He would ask endlessly, holding books and opening them up upside down, his eyebrows lifting in amazement at the gibberish that was written on the pages.

A curious boy if there ever was one.

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Tenpou had no time to waste as he sat among a huge stack of books, three or four opened up in his lap as he scribbled down equations upon a blank sheet of parchment. Tenpou was prone to moments in his life where he would lock himself away in his study and stay there for days, even weeks trying to chase an equation in his mind, or a concept he had not run into yet. Currently, the young male was devoted to finishing an equation that he had stumbled across two days prior. Sheets of paper were strewn about him, all filled with mathematical functions and things that a man like Kenren wouldn't understand a bit. Nevertheless, Tenpou was grateful for the man's acceptance to come clean up again. They had tidied the place up a bit only two days before, yet unfortunately, Tenpou had run into the fleeting equation right after Kenren had left. The male hummed silently as he sat cross-legged in the midst of all the books, his head perking up when he heard the door open. "Over here, Kenren!" His hand shot up, waving lightly as he sat behind his desk.

The man's devotion to studying was quite astounding. "Just gimme a few minutes and I'll start cleaning up." The place was a wreck. Books had been laid out to certain pages, notes had been taken on those pages and were pinned beneath the books... a tornado couldn't cause this much damage. He rose himself up onto his feet and let out a slow groan as his spine popped, his hands moving to rest on his lower back. "I really need to stop pulling all-nighters..." There was an obvious look of fatigue in his eyes. He had gone without sleep again.

"So how's it going?" He grinned, lifting the books up and stacking them on top of his desk, the large stacks swaying dangerously as gravity threatened to knock them down.​