|Sanzo-ikkou: Knocking on Heaven's Door...
||[Oct. 4th, 2004|10:01 pm]
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or at least knocking it DOWN...)
“Jeez, the guy who built this must have been compensating for something...”
Hakkai peered up through his bangs at the forbidding tower and thought, ...then if Homura chose that place for his headquarters, perhaps we have a chance?
Tempting as it was to try to break the tension, he didn't say it aloud. They needed to be tense, to be constantly aware this wasn't going to be just another fight-with-nameless-mad-youkai. If they underestimated their opponents for one second, they would be cut down. No second chances, no godly exhortations to "grow stronger". This was it...whatever "it" may be.
The human-turned-youkai glanced at his companions. He could think of none he would rather be going to hell (or the heavens) with. The man who gave him a new life, the man who made him want to live it, and the youth who made him forget to worry about it; these were his friends -- whether or not they would ever admit it to each other. What did it matter whether or not they did?
Words would not change what was.
Unconsciously stroking one hand across the dashboard of the Jeep, Hakkai looked at the ground level of the tower. The only practical way in appeared to be the two huge wooden doors, and they were barred. If that was the only weak point, though....
“Well, what are we waiting for?”
He couldn't quite give up old habits. "Ah, Goku, you're right. After all, we've already been invited." He revved the Jeep's engine and spoke more quietly: "I'm so sorry, Hakuryuu, but I'm going to need your help again...just be strong."
As the vehicle swung into motion, barreling straight at the doors, Hakkai added loudly, "I think it would be best if you all ducked...NOW...."
Goku let out a loud whoop as they flew towards the doors. The excitement bubbled up inside him; he could feel the lust for action pulsing in his veins. It was too late for worrying, all they had time for now was doing.
"I think it would be best if you all ducked...NOW..."
At Hakkai's shouted request, Goku threw himself down behind the front seat, shielding his head with his arms. The wood of the door exploded around them upon impact. The sound rang in his ears, deafening him for a moment.
2004-10-06 01:34 am (UTC)
"I'm so sorry, Hakuryuu, but I'm going to need your help again...just be strong."
The dragon-Jeep responded readily to its driver's foot on the accelerator. Serving Cho Hakkai might mean being asked to give a hundred percent at times, but since the man demanded just as much of himself, one never minded the efforts.
Still, that didn't mean one had to take the door in a direct head-on collision. A slight twist of the wheels just before impact put the vehicle at a bit of an angle; more like ramming with the shoulder than the face. While the passengers had braced themselves for the crash, this approach would be easier on them as well.
For an instant it seemed the sturdy wooden door would resist, but then they burst through in a shower of splinters and shards and skidded to a stop in the building's entryway.
"Hakuryuu, well done," Hakkai's voice spoke over the echoes of the crash. "Are you all right?"
Sanzo automatically braced himself at the sensation of acceleration, pushing his feet against the floor-boards of the jeep and uncrossing his arms to rest one hand against the dashboard. The muscles in his chest protested, but that was just one more thing he sealed off from his attention and ignored. It was surprising the things one could do if one simply didn’t acknowledge the difficulties.
He tensed as the door drew ever closer (too close, too fast, truly); when the jeep swerved at the last second it was instinct to close his eyes and throw up his free arm to shield his face. The impact was jarring, sending painful vibrations through his body, making his nerves scream at the insult – splinters flew through the air, slamming against the hood of the jeep and shattered on the ground beneath them, dusting the bodies of the men instead the vehicle.
The sudden skidding halt was as violent as the impact; Sanzo exhaled sharply as he relaxed again, drawing his hand back from the dashboard so that he could pull his pistol from the recesses of his robes. He had a half-case of blessed bullets on his as well, 35 if one counted those already loaded, as well as another three cases in the bags that Hakuryuu carried in his jeep form. With what damage the other three of his party would wreak on the tower and its inhabitants, he could be moderately assured that the bullets would be enough. It was difficult to coax the dragon out of hiding during a fight just to dig out some more ammunition.
And it if didn’t last him... well. If he died he wouldn’t need the gun, anyways.
Hakkai questioned their health, but he didn’t bother answering – he just maneuvered his way out of the vehicle and stood straight, observing their surroundings. The entrance hall was tall and wide, large columns holding up the roof above them, a narrow carpet (mostly ripped up and covered with skid-marks where it wasn’t) leading the way from the busted doorway to another set of doors on the other side of the room. Gloom shrouded the corners and the high-raftered ceiling, lit only by the few windows and the fading sunlight streaming through the now-open door.
The room was empty of all but them, but beyond those doors ahead there was a host waiting for their arrival. He could sense them like he could sense the Maten sutra somewhere up above him, like he could dimly sense the latent energy of a scripture he hadn’t seen (or touched or sensed) in over 10 years.
Sanzo couldn’t help the derisive snort that escaped him as he flipped open the chamber of the shoreijyuu and checked the shells out of habit. “A pathetic welcoming committee,” he commented, uncaring if the enemies up ahead could hear him or not. They’d hear him soon enough once he started shooting.