What Games Do The Powers Play...

GDTPP 2

Authors Notes: Yuyu Hakusho is owned by Yoshihishiro Togashi/Shueisha
Saiyuki is owned by Kazuya Minekura

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Xander sat on one of the boxes in the cargo bay area watching, the big man move some of them around while he glared at Xander. Why the big man was mad at him Xander didn't know...

Course it could have something to do with the gun he was whirling around in his hand.
It was a pretty gun and well cared for, but the big man shouldn't have pointed at Xander. He never did like weapons pointed at him.

"Jayne...why does that boy have Vera?" Mal asked as he came down the stairs, followed by River. Jayne just rolled his eyes knowing it wouldn't do any good anything he said would just make him look stupid.

"Big men shouldn't point things at the boy..." Mal heard River whisper behind him.

Mal could see something wasn't right with the young man, but Spike had told them that the boy was harmless...but now he had to wonder. Not anyone could take a weapon away from Jayne.

"No one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head." Xander murmured.

Mal gave him an odd look, "Where's your keeper, boy?"

"Here, there, everywhere, nowhere..."

"Well that was clear." Mal muttered. Xander nodded and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun he still held. That made Mal nervous, " Why don't you give me that?" Mal said as he slowly walked toward Xander. A strange look came over Xander's face; it was a mixture of fear and anger.

"You believed once, sliced in half you were...don't believe now but they believe in you...poked out an eye...but I still see..."

What he was going on about Mal didn't know but, " You have two eyes so I couldn't poked it out."

Xander shook his head, " Didn't say now...but then."

Mal sighed, " Look just give me the gun and stop the crazy talk." He reached for the gun.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate." A voice called down from the catwalk. Mal looked up and saw Spike smirking at him then looked back at Xander who was pointing Vera at him.

'I'm goin' get shot.' Mal thought.
Then Xander smiled sweetly at Mal and handed him the gun.

"All you had to do was ask." He told Mal. While Mal was thinking of a reply to that River came around him and stood in front of Xander, leaning towards him until they almost touched noses, staring into his eyes. She did this for about a minute then slowly backed away with a look that could only be horror.

"Gods..." she whimpered, " ...How cruel..."

Xander nodded wide-eyed, "Folded up like paper dolls and little notes..."

"Stop!" Cried River.

"You can't expect a bit of hope..."

"Still hidden in the box..." She countered.

Xander frowned and looked hard at the younger girl then said, " Who are the stars? Do they sing for you...no...only thoughts pierce your brain...how sad...no dark music for you..."

"Can't be true..." She said.

"It's just a different scene before a final curtain call..."

"You're mixing them up!" River said stomping her foot.

"So what?" Xander said with a shrug.


Spike watched as Xander played with the Seer of the ship, who would have thought such power still existed. But his pet was still the strongest Seer he had ever known, so powerful he could make the things he saw come true or not. But because of that power he had been hunted for it by both sides of the fight add in being immortal due Red's little dark spell after her lover was killed...

"That's enough, pet." He called down from his spot on the catwalk.

"Just want her to see *it *..." Xander said tipping his head back so he could see Spike. " Her eyes are closed to the big picture..."

"She'll see in her own time, they all do...eventually..."muttered Spike.

"But if..."

Spike cut Xander off, " Stop, you'll only drive yourself crazy."

Xander smirked, " Thought I already was..."

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~Unknown Time, Unknown Place~

A powerful being tossed her long black hair over her shoulder as she smirked at her companion.

"I still don't see the point of this..." said a young boy holding a pacifier in his hand.

"Your father wanted you to be more involved with humans...you are a god you know. Not just your father's paper pusher." Said the Goddess.

"I'm very happy with my job." Muttered the young boy, who was in fact thousands of years old.

Kanzeon Bosatsu, The Merciful Goddess herself...err...himself...The Goddess sighed.
Koenma had a lot to learn still it hadn't helped that his father kept the boy on a short leash.

"Humans are the reason with exist...well mostly...mostly they are there to relieve our boredom." She told him.

Koenma snorted, " Maybe at one time...but no gods have been worshiped in centuries."

Kanzeon glared, " That's true...but a god doesn't need to be worshiped, like the old days...things happened that changed that."

"Does it have to do with that group of Champions?" Koenma asked, when it had happen he had been dealing with his own problems...a bad tempered punk, a fox demon, a forbidden child, and another punk.


"Shhhh, don't ever say anything about that!" Kanzeon hissed, " You will draw the wrong kind of attention."

Koenma blinked at that, he had heard stories...

"What is it you want from me?" Koenma asked the Goddess.

She waved a hand over a pool of water.

"Watch and Learn..."