Shall We Dance?
When we land I made sure to wake up my idiot brother with an adrenaline needle. The idiot almost shot out of his seat, good thing he still had his belt on.
"Tsubaki! I am alive? Where are we?"
Sanzo had a stupid-annoyingly-perfect -morning-look. Despite been unconscious and drooling in his sleep, my brother had managed to wake up flawless, to the point that I could see lilies blooming in the background. How the fuck do Kures do that shit, am I going to be able to do that now that I am a Kure or is it like a secret technique unique to Kure bloodline? It truly piss me off, how he can look like a God of beuty so effortlessly. This fucker is prettier than most girls, myself included, I want to punch his stupid handsome face.
"We are here idiot, I had to knock you out so you wouldn't get us kicked out. I'm never flying with you again, you little shit" I try to sound annoyed but I can't help be worried for the idiot's well being. He was having nightmares during the flight. I wonder if he stared to have sequels from his mother's death. He was muttering her name, I even had to wipe his tears at some point, but I am no going to pry. This things are not for me to but in, instead I will wait for the idiot to bring it up.
"I am sorry Tsubaki-chan, I will make it up to you and... thank you for been with me. I haven't feel protected and babied like this ever since my mom, thank you onee-san" And the lilies strike back! Tsk, this idiot is making me go soft with all this sunny-sunny attitude. For fucks sake, we are about to get in the middle of a clusterfuck worth of trouble. Have some self awareness Sanzo!
"Don't get soft on me, leave that stuff for when we take care of business. Make sure that you find a suitable bodyguard and it doesn't matter if the dude doesn't know Chinese, you can translate for him. You are a smart idiot, you will make it work. As long that he has your back and knows Italian you are good. I am counting on you Sanzo, don't you dare die on a ditch and leave me alone with all the responsibility" Sanzo only laughs and bids me farewell. I wave back and turn around to start looking for a taxi.
I am hiking my way through a forest. Whoever had the brilliant idea to build the Martial Sect in the top of a friking mountain either was a dick or an asshole. As I make my way to the top, the air is beginning to thin and I am getting lightheaded. Fuck, this mountain is higher than the one at home. Unlike last time I was here, the surroundings of the Sect are crawling with low level curse spirits. Just what the fuck are they doing in there.
I take my time examining my situation. There are more people outside, are they not praying anymore? This fuckers are actually guarding something, huh... they have people in the small exits, but not in the main entrance. Hah... so they actually manage to capture Shinobu-sempai. This is bad, I don't have the stamina to fight all of them and even if I go all out, I still need back up. I wonder if I still can call Sanzo... no! He has his own mission to worry about. If I can't handle this much, how am I supposed to bring the Zenin down. I must win!
Fuck! Did I just sound like a shonen protagonist! I can feel my sardonic persona been defiled by positive vives and hope. I feel dirty!
Anyways, those bastards are baiting me, welcoming me to go into their playground only to trap me in and kill me. They probably have a shit ton of traps and schemes waiting for me. This is a subtle game of chicken, and they are sending me an invitation. Well... How am I to deny such a noble request.
"Alright fuckers let's dance, but I sure as hell won't be the one following the lead"