He did notice that his hair wouldn't lay down straight, and that the collar of his black undershirt shirt kept drooping down his neck. It was only mildly irritating, at first. He brushed his hair down with his hands, pulled his collar up, and kept reading his paper. His hair kept falling in that weird position regardless, and the back of his shirt wouldn't stay in place either. When had it gotten so loose?
Eventually, it bothered Sanzo enough that he got up and changed his shirt, only to find that the shirt he changed into was doing the same thing. It annoyed him, so he gave up trying to read his paper and went out for a smoke instead.
He's got his back to the wall for now, but anyone who catches a glimpse of the ink on the nape of Sanzo's neck will clearly be able to read the name Cho Hakkai.
Eventually, it bothered Sanzo enough that he got up and changed his shirt, only to find that the shirt he changed into was doing the same thing. It annoyed him, so he gave up trying to read his paper and went out for a smoke instead.
He's got his back to the wall for now, but anyone who catches a glimpse of the ink on the nape of Sanzo's neck will clearly be able to read the name Cho Hakkai.
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[What, you expect him to share his 'moment'? Hakkai was big, it kind of hurt and then it was awesome. Until it was over.
Then it was just messed up as hell.]
[And so much for subtlety. It was time to be blunt.]
I'm trying to figure out why it was him, so that I can prevent it from happening again. You interested, or not?
Maybe those things are enough for most people, but I'm not like that.
...so why did it happen?
[Because the fact that he doesn't know why is bothering the hell out of him, now. He had pretty much pushed the memory down under several layers of protective bitterness, so thanks for dragging that shit up, self.]
What the fuck happened to Goku?
[...yeah, he didn't miss that comment.]
[And, yeah... it's been bothering the hell out of him for quite some time now.]
You don't want to know.
[Or he doesn't want to talk about it, you pick.]
[What, like he'd drop that subject? Hell no.]
Fine. I'll tell you.
[It's not a big secret or anything, just a pain in the ass to talk about.]
But it'll take a lot of explaining, so put the damn gun down.
[But he'll keep it close.]
First, it was just me and Hakkai there. I lived in a house with this drone bitch and two little brats, and he lived in the house across the street.
[Not going to comment on the fucked-up world he'd been in. Hell, the place he was from messed with people's minds all the time.]
[And it pisses Sanzo off, more than he has words for.]
People like that are called 'drones'. Sometimes, people only stay brainwashed, or 'droned', for a few hours... or it could be days, weeks, or months. Sometimes... they never come back.
[Not that it mattered, but it was still pretty damn messed up. Then again, if someone could brainwash all of Shangri-La, this wasn't that surprising.]
The shithole is called Mayfield. The mayor and the police chief seem to run the town, but they're really just figureheads for an anonymous entity who controls the place.
[Fucked up and dangerous in a whole new way. These different words never ceased to surprise him.]
Get on with it.