Thread: Saiyuki Gaiden

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. 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.