Thread: Saiyuki Gaiden

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. 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.