Stories

A/N: Inspired by Fanfiction.Net itself and the writers, poets and story tellers who are a part of it. Dedicated to all of you who spin the tales and write the yarns. Write on.

And to UltraM2000: I'm sorry if Gojyo's story is so familiar. (hangs head in shame) All credit goes to UltraM2000 for inspiring that one.

Disclaimer: Gensomaden Saiyuki (c) Kazuya Minekura

Genjo Sanzo

I was drifting; someone picked me up.

I was foolish; someone made me a little wiser.

I was content; my days were destroyed.

I was alone; they decided to follow me.

I wanted to stay; I got up and left.

I could have gone by myself; I have three people with me.

It's not one of the best there is.

But this is my story.

And anyone who tries to make me change it is going to get his butt kicked hard.

Son Goku

I was imprisoned; I didn't know why.

I was set free; I still don't know how.

I was given shelter; I didn't ask why.

I followed him everywhere; he didn't ask why.

I made new friends; I didn't care what they were.

I am on a journey; I vaguely understand.

I am and always was hungry; I never question why.

Because that's who I am.

And that's how my story runs.

Sha Gojyo

Once there was a boy; I didn't understand the ways of the world.

Once there was a boy; I was always getting hurt.

Once there was a boy; I couldn't be seen without being attacked.

Once there was a boy; I was prepared to die.

Once there was a boy; I had no choice but to live.

Once there was a boy; I hated myself for what I was.

Once there was a boy; I realized how I couldn't change what I was born to be.

Now there is a man; I don't regret coming along on this journey.

Now there is a man; and this is my story.

Cho Hakkai

This is how it began; I was alone.

This is how it ran; I found another who understood.

This is how it peaked; I lost the one I loved.

This is how it twisted; I threw away my humanity.

This is how it resumed; I was ready for my punishment.

This is how it swerved; I was told to start anew.

This is how it begins; I am on a journey.

This is where it doesn't end; this is how my story still continues.

Our story started small; we are on a journey.

Our plot is simple; we have a job to do.

Our characters are complex; we have our own pasts to conquer.

Our climax is unknown; for our story is still being unwound.

But our message is clear.

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As long as we breathe, we will continue to write this story that are our lives.

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The End.