A/N: Finally getting a few bunnies back after a couple bad weeks. So….
“Ow….” Blinking like he’d stared into a welding torch, Sha Gojyo threw what he probably thought was a decent glare Sanzo’s way. Frankly, Sanzo had seen scarier on hibernating spider-bears. “I thought priests were supposed to be about mercy and compassion.”
Sutra settling back on his shoulders, Sanzo barely lifted a brow. “You’re alive.”
“…You have a damn low threshold of mercy and compassion.”
Patting Cho’s unconscious cheek, Goku bristled. “Hey! He could’ve just shot you.”
Gojyo shoved his hands into his jeans, trying to look like he didn’t hurt like ten miles of bad road from the sutra’s mostly-controlled blast of nasty. “What, and that’s supposed to be an improvement?”
“So far as the kami have been able to track it, this virus has a seventy percent fatality rate,” Sanzo said dryly. “I thought you’d rather not take the chance of surviving. Given that thirty percent ends up cannibalistic monsters.”
“…Um.” Gojyo scratched sheepishly at his headband. “Okay, point- Damn. Hakuryuu!”
The dragon looked up. “Cheep?”
“We need to block your broadcast ID,” Gojyo said, talking fast. “Better yet, change it. If the jerk-priest here tracked you from Copper Village, it’s only a matter of time before the Guard-”
“Kyuu!” The dragon launched for the door, landing on Gojyo’s shoulder just long enough to start dragging.
“Keep an eye on Sleeping Beauty over there,” Gojyo called back, just before white wings swept out the door. “I got this one.”