Under the Weather

West Once Again

UNDER THE WEATHER

Chapter Eleven: West Once Again

By: Author 2

Disclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki. I own the OC’s, except for Kintora, who belongs to NeonPink2011. Author 1 and Colorfulbubble12 are my editors.

 “Up and at ‘em.” I say, yanking the covers off of Master Sanzo, who rolls from his side onto his stomach and drags his pillow over his head.

“Baby.” I say, ripping the pillow away. Master Sanzo slams an arm into my gut with more force than necessary, then slowly sits up in bed, glaring at me the whole time. I double over with my arms wound around my middle. Shit. Master Sanzo hits hard.

“I hate road trips.” He says, swinging his legs off the bed and standing. He stumbles on his first step and falls directly down onto his knees, panting. Startled, I crouch down in front of him.

“Damn it. The side effects are back.” Master Sanzo says, pushing himself up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Wake up the others. And make sure Hakkai doesn’t kill anyone.” He says, waving me away. I nod and make my way to Goku’s room. He’s half on, half off his bed, with his feet smashed against the window and his head in a heap of blankets on the floor. I kick him in the face. Instead of screaming, though, he gasps and whips around on the floor, tangled in his bed sheets. The side effects are indeed back; Goku is not Goku unless he screams about food every five seconds.

“Breakfast?” Goku rasps, looking up at me from the floor. I nod, and he runs out of the room with a goofy grin on his face. I follow him and turn down the hallway towards Hakkai’s room, then stop short in my tracks. Fuck.

I sprint back to my room, slam into Kintora as she’s walking out, and frantically search through my drawers as Hiro and Kaori watch carefully.

“Need something?” Hiro asks after a while.

“Tampons. Now. Where are they?” I growl. Kaori smiles.

“I packed the rest for myself since I thought it’d be nice if you guys dropped me off at Wuhan, and Hiro and Kintora both use pads.” Kaori says. I kick open the bag beside her and grab a tampon, then storm out of the room. Unhelpful, smiling little brat.

On the bright, badly-lit side of things, at least my raging hormones will help yell psycho Hakkai into oblivion.

Jogging into Hakkai’s room, I barge in like I own the place while he’s changing, and he pushes me out, slams the door in my face, and scolds me through the rice paper. The side effects are indeed back.

Since Hakkai is obviously up, I head over to Gojyo’s room and make my entrance in the same manner, shouting at him to rise and shine and dropping his mini duffel bag on his head. Seconds later, he’s chasing me into the mess hall in his briefs.