Not even a sketch. It's a scribble. XP
Oh well, writing first, sketch later.
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A bullet zinged past his ear and Naruto yelped, ducking behind a potted plant... which provided him with absolutely no cover at all.

"Hey, don't shoot at me for real, you crazy droopy-eyed priest!" he yelled indignantly, crossing his arms over his head protectively.

Sanzo's glare narrowed on the boy for a moment, before flicking over to the other nuisance. Bright-eyed and grinning, Goku was fidgeting at the window, one leg hooked over the ledge in anticipation of escape.

"Ne, Sanzo?" the monkey whined.

"...What?" he snapped, knowing full well what the pest would say.

"Sanzo, I'm hung-"

The rustling of leaves and fabric alerted him to movement and-

BANG!

"Holy crap!"

"Hahahaha...!"

Two mad dashes, a frantic scramble and a fading shriek later and his room was finally, finally midget-free, the blessed silence punctuated only by his own paranoia and the fluttering of displaced paper. Though they'd left in opposite directions, he knew where he'd find them later: clinging to the branches of the giant peach tree in the western courtyard. Apparently it was their "base of operations", as Naruto called it (since monks couldn't climb trees for beans), and Goku had been naturally drawn to it since day one (due to the lure of free food).

...How many days has it been since day one? Two of the most destructive forces in the world and they have to come to me as fucking twelve-year-old brats.

Sanzo itched for a cigarette. Digging into his desk and ignoring the chaos around it, he fished out a pack and lit up with a deep inhale, rattling the box in his left hand. He'd need a new pack soon, he observed irritably, rolling his shoulders back in a futile attempt to relieve the tension there.

When he had left to answer that incessant call, he had expected to find a source. A source. Singular. There was nothing he could have possibly done to deserve twice the trauma, he thought as he sank into his chair.

So who the hell did I piss off in my past life?

"Che," he said in disgust, flicking the ash off the end of his cigarette. Then a tentative knock sounded at his door and he outright growled.

"What? "

The door crept open. Warily, an acolyte peeked in, his head barely past the doorframe.

"Sanzo-sama, y-your charges..." he began, trailing off at the sight of the mess that radiated outwards from the desk like an explosion.

"What about them?"

"Well, they've—They've stolen all the sandals left outside the main shrine during prayers! There must have been at least a hundred pairs... Sanzo-sama are you smoking?" the young man blurted, sounding properly scandalized.

"You must be new," Sanzo observed dryly.

If it wasn't the sandals, then it was the candles. If it wasn't the candles, then they were raiding the kitchen. If it wasn't the kitchen, it was that henge technique and Naruto was running around (female and naked) knocking out half the monks on the premises.

They were due for something daring soon, Sanzo knew. Naruto hated being predictable more than anything.

Standing, the monk blew smoke in lazy swirls and regretfully snuffed his unfinished cigarette. The acolyte shuffled nervously on his (bare) feet and Sanzo's lips almost twitched, but he pulled them down in a severe frown instead.

"Stand still! What the hell have they been teaching you?"

"Y-yes, Sanzo-sama!" He squeaked and bowed as Sanzo stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Sanzo made a dismissive noise and headed out towards the western courtyard. Acolytes were always same.

God, I hate kids.