"Shit I'm tired." Goyjo muttered as he stumbled up the stairs of the inn towards his room. He was convinced he'd get shot in the morning because as late as it was by the time he got to sleep he wouldn't wake up till late in the afternoon. "Oh well."
He reached out a hand to push his door open to take of his vest and tossed it on a chair tucking his hands into his pockets and wandered over towards the bed, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray on the table. It wasn't till he turned to climb onto the bed that he noticed the form sprawled out on it. He blinked.
"I must really be tired. I don't remember asking anyone to wait for me." He kicked of his shoes and climbed up into the bed and lay there. The apparition would probably go away once he started to get drowsy. The vision's movement drew his attention as she stretched and yawned then rolled over to straddle him, her eyes still shut, mouth open in a yawn. "Well then. I was never one to resist a lady's wishes even if she is dream." He reached out a hand to curl around her backside.
The woman leaned into him and her hand flicked forward and he felt the sharp, cold press of steel against his throat.
"Oh damn it."
"It's about time you got here." The woman said tiredly, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.
"Do I know you?"
"Nope. I need to talk to you."
"Talk to me huh?" He glanced down to where she straddled him.
She smirked. "I wanted to make sure I had your attention."
"You got it babe."
"I'm so glad. I need your help actually." She pulled her hand back and the knife with it, tapping the blade against her own wrist absently. "Have you happened to have heard of the god...by the name of Homura?"
Gojyo's eyes darkened. "Yea. I've heard of him."
She beamed. "Oh that's wonderful! Because he wants to kill me."
"Uh-huh." He needed a cigarette for this, it was starting to become a bit too much. "And just why is that?" He questioned wriggling a hand into his pocket to retrieve his lighter and flicked it on lighting the cigarette.
"Because." She leaned forward. "I can kill him."
"Sanzo! Wake up!" The door to Sanzo's room slammed open as Goyjo kicked it open flanked by a yawning Goku and Hakkai who'd stirred from sleep by all the noise.
Sanzo sat up and glared angrily. "This had better be a death situation or I will make it into one."
"I had a little visitor tonight."
"Congratulations." Sanzo said icily.
Hakkai stifled a laugh. "I suppose, statistically, so woman had to be attracted to him."
Goyjo growled. "That's not what I mean. I mean there's a girl in my room who says she can kill gods."
Sanzo turned away to lie back down on the bed. "That's wonderful. Caught a real special one this time."
"Not just any god." Goyjo pulled a bloody strip of cloth from his pocket and tossed it towards Sanzo who sat up to pick it up of the floor. "That's a strip of Homura's robe. If you remember him.
Sanzo looked down at the strip for a long moment before sighing in annoyance and looked up. "Where is she?"
"She's right here!" A voice sang from behind Hakkai and Goku who jumped and turned in surprise in time to save themselves from being knocked into the by the girl who tumbled into the room, pushing up to land on her feet then lifted a hand to flick back one of the extensions of the jester's hat she wore.
"And just who are you?"
She bowed. "Harlequin. The Red Jester, God Slayer, and your current damsel in distress." She grinned. "Pleased to meet ya!"
"This is ridiculous." Sanzo growled.
"Just what do you have to do with The War Prince?" Hakkai asked curiously.
"I can kill him."
"You do know that he happens to be a god." Sanzo said coldly.
"Which is why I can kill him."
"And just why is that."
"Because. Gods can't see me."