Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ En Masse ❯ Chapter 1

***I can't believe how few Weiss/Saiyuki crossovers there are. It just seems to work, because of how similar the characters are. Anyway, the Saiyuki side has been modified in what it is that they actually do, there is no `journey' as such. I have no idea where this is going to head.

 

 

Pairings at this point will vary, but I can almost definitely say that there will be no pairings involving Goku or Omi. They might be legally of age, but they're drawn so young-looking that it makes me feel icky. Everyone else is fair game!

 

 

I don't own Weiss Kreuz. I don't own Saiyuki. It's depressing, but it's true.***

 

 

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Kicking back in his favourite bar, Kudoh Yohji surveyed the crowd in search of a willing target. The Saturday night rush was in full swing, but for reasons unknown to him, no one was catching his attention.

 

 

`Had her…not my style…boyfriend…had her…had her…oh HELL no…Mmmm, hello! No, wait, wedding ring…'

 

 

Usually he wasn't anywhere near this picky- married hadn't stopped him before- but something at the back of his mind was whispering that good things come to those who wait. Finishing off his drink, Yohji was just about to stand and move to the bar for another when he registered a presence standing far too close to be accidental. Flicking his eyes upwards to see who the interrupter was, hoping desperately that it wasn't Ken coming to drag him home again, a smile spread across his face.

 

 

`Maybe I'm gettin' lucky after all…This chick's got better hair than both Aya and Manx, what a colour!' He couldn't see much other than the glimpse of red hair, but when he tilted his head to get a better look at the person standing before him, the blonde nearly fell out of his seat in shock.

 

 

`Holy shit, that's a dude? You've gotta be kidding me! Then again…it's been a while since I last had a guy, and he wasn't anywhere near as gorgeous as Mr Scarlet-and-Leather here…Ah, shit, why not?' Just as he'd made up his mind to scam on the man standing by his chair, though, the first move was made for him.

 

 

“So, you just gonna stare at me all night, or will you offer me a seat? Hey, I'll even buy you a drink, if that'll increase my chances.” The voice, definitely masculine and speaking flawless but slightly accented Japanese, drew Yohji's attention to the smirking face, his eyes stopping at twin scars adorning the redhead's cheek.

 

 

Considering the marks that would've marred another person, Yohji thought that the lines added to the man's air of danger, and immediately kicked out the seat next to him.

 

 

“Hell, if you're buying, then you're welcome at my table any day. I'm Kudoh Yohji, but just call me Yohji. Don't expect me to get up and hold your chair, though.” Smiling seductively, he gestured to the chair he'd just kicked from the table, inviting the other man to sit down.

 

 

Casually seating himself, placing his elbow on the table and leaning his chin onto his hand, the unknown man continued to smirk sexily. “Yohji, huh? I like it, rolls off the tongue nicely. Sha Gojyo, but I let the good-looking ones call me Gojyo. What are you drinking?”

 

 

“Ah, just get me one of whatever you're having, I'll swallow almost anything.” Finishing off his sentence with a wink, Gojyo laughed at the implied suggestion and Yohji was glad that he'd read the man right. This one was just like him- playful, good-natured, and definitely used to picking up in bars.

 

 

Getting their drinks and sitting back down, Yohji struck up a conversation with the enigmatic Gojyo. “So, can't say I've ever seen you around before, and I'm sure I'd notice a guy who falls into the `competition' category as perfectly as you. Traveller?”

 

 

The other man smiled at the compliment, wondering exactly how to explain what he was doing in Japan. He wasn't entirely sure himself; one day they were working in China, the next…

 

 

“Ah, sort of. Here with some other guys on business, probably gonna be in town for a while. We're staying down the street, but I had to get out. The Boss-Man was driving me fucking insane, and I was this close to just killing him, ha ha!”

 

 

Yohji laughed along, all too familiar with infuriating workmates. He didn't know if Gojyo's boss was quite as annoying as the antisocial, grumpy redhead he had to live with, but could appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. Looking directly into the stranger's eyes, for the first time Yohji noticed their unusual colour. They matched almost perfectly with Gojyo's hair, adding yet another element to the man's good looks, and he couldn't help but comment on them.

 

 

“Hey, man, your eyes are the most amazing colour I've ever seen! I thought I'd never see anything that'd beat purple, but my God you've done it.”

 

 

Looking down into his glass, Gojyo tried to hide his discomfort at the blonde man's statement, knowing perfectly well that it wasn't a veiled jab at his heritage, but still unable to forget years of torment stemming from his hair and eye colour. Remembering the mention of purple, he vaguely wondered whether Yohji had already come across Sanzo somehow, or if purple eyes were more common than he'd thought. Trying to keep his voice normal, Gojyo steered the conversation away from himself, into more neutral territory.

 

 

“Purple eyes are pretty damned amazing…but then again, the only guy I know who has `em tends to ruin the effect by doing nothing but glaring.” When Yohji started to laugh, a red head flicked upwards again to silently ask what was so outrageously funny.

 

 

“Ha ha ha, I guess it's genetic or something, because my purple-eyed housemate is a bastard who has a permanent glare plastered on his face too! It's a shame, he'd be fucking sexy if he'd just smile every once in a while!” Yohji knew it was true; he would've bedded Aya a long time ago if he wasn't worried about losing certain vital body parts. He was glad to see Gojyo laugh, having sensed that the other man was feeling uncomfortable over something just a moment ago. `I don't want to accidentally ruin my chances this early into the piece!'

 

 

Glad that the topic was off his unusual colouring, Gojyo decided that he wanted to learn more about the Japanese man sitting next to him. `If I have to be stuck here for a while, may as well see if I can't pick up a gorgeous, regular partner to screw around with while we're in town! I don't really feel like finding someone new every time I'm horny.'

 

 

“Housemate? You live with someone else?” Gojyo started silently plotting where they could go if they took this further, and it was looking like Yohji's place was probably out.

 

 

“Actually, I live with three other guys. We work together too, in a store below the house. Aya, that's the purple-eyed one, is nearly impossible to put up with, but the other two are okay. It's bearable.”

 

 

Amazed, Gojyo ran through the similarities between himself and the blonde. It was almost eerie how many things they had in common, both personality- and situation-wise.

 

 

“Three guys, huh? Me too! Weird. So what kind of store do you guys have?” He couldn't pick exactly what Yohji would do…dressed as he was, in tight jeans and a cropped shirt, Gojyo couldn't pick up any hints from his attire. There was also an underlying strength about the man, something that wasn't sitting quite right with Gojyo's instincts. He couldn't sense any Youkai energy, though, so he'd put that feeling down to Sanzo's paranoia rubbing off.

 

 

“Umm…” Yohji paused, still slightly embarrassed by his ridiculous cover job, “We run a flower shop. I'm a florist by trade.”

 

 

A moment's silence passed, and Yohji watched Gojyo's red eyebrows rising. Then, all of a sudden, the other man started to laugh loudly and bang his fist on the table. The redhead was even more handsome when he laughed, and Yohji felt a familiar tingle in his groin at the sight, lust warring with humiliation at the man's reaction to his job.

 

 

“You're…a florist?...That's fucking…awesome! I would pay to see you doing that…you're gonna have to…tell me where you work…so that I…can drop by!” Gojyo was struggling to talk between gasps for breath, his laughter shaking him so hard. Yohji, by this point, had gotten over his embarrassment and was joining the man in laughter, his utter unsuitability for floristry having provided hours of entertainment over the time he'd spent working in the store.

 

 

Yohji was about to ask what Gojyo did for a living when a leather-clad leg pressed into his own, distracting him and sending more blood towards his crotch. Downing his drink in one, Yohji turned and leant his arm over the man's closest shoulder, moving his lips close to a hidden ear. He felt a slight shiver go through Gojyo when he moved the hair away to be heard properly.

 

 

“Listen…this place is getting a bit crowded for my liking. Wanna move on?” He could already tell what the man's answer would be. After all, he'd started it.

 

 

“Thought you'd never ask, Yohji. Just let me get my purse…” Gojyo replied with a smirk. Letting out a quick laugh, Yohji stood and pulled the other man up by the arm. Letting go of the bicep and putting his arm around broad shoulders instead, Yohji led the man out of the bar and into the street.

 

 

“So…my hotel's not far from here, and I've got a room to myself. Will that be quiet enough for you?” Gojyo was thanking his lucky stars that Sanzo had booked separate rooms for their extended stay. The amount of times he'd had to give up company because he'd been rooming with Hakkai while they'd been travelling for work…it was ridiculous.

 

 

Yohji was also glad, because he didn't feel like trying to sneak Gojyo past the others. He'd done it before, but it just took way too much effort to get an untrained civilian through a house of assassins. Omi would definitely give him a lecture about letting strangers into their house, and Aya would make some insulting comment about his promiscuity and bisexuality. Not to mention that it was always slightly more awkward to be caught with a man. No, it was just easier to go to the other person's place.

 

 

“Sounds good. But hopefully it won't stay quiet for too long…” Watching the other's mouth move, Gojyo was fighting the urge to lean in and see just how good Yohji tasted; he'd been warned that Japan generally wasn't too crash hot about public displays. Not advice he'd usually listen to, but Sanzo would certainly shoot him if he got arrested or something equally as stupid. Taking a Hi-Lite from the pack in his pocket, it was in his mouth before Gojyo thought to ask if the blonde man would have a problem with him smoking. `I've been spending way too much time with the same three guys…I'd forgotten that not everyone is used to me…'

 

 

Opening his mouth to ask, he stopped when he saw Yohji drawing his own cigarette towards his mouth. Laughing softly, he grabbed his lighter and lit the smoke dangling from his lips, offering the small flame to Yohji.

 

 

Shaking his head, Yohji passed on Gojyo's lighter, instead taking the man's face in his hands. Pressing his cigarette to the lit end of the other, he proceeded to ignite his own smoke and then take a drag, sighing softly as the nicotine entered his body.

 

 

Gojyo could no longer resist not touching the blonde, and slipped his arm around the flat waist to lead him towards the hotel. Walking with their arms around each other, the pair attracted everything from longing stares to disapproving remarks, but all their attention was focused solely on getting into the hotel and out of their clothes.

 

 

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The next morning, Yohji was awakened by the irritating buzzing noise of his mobile phone. Reluctantly moving his arms from the naked, muscled body pressed against him, he answered the phone with a sleepy “What?”

 

 

“Oi, Yohji, if you can drag yourself away from whatever idiot you managed to trick into sleeping with you, we kinda need an appearance. Manx is here.” Ken's voice filtered down the line, sounding pissed off. Yohji was feeling the same; Manx on a Sunday morning? Was there no justice in the world?

 

 

“Uh-huh. Give me thirty minutes, she can wait. It's her own fault for coming this fucking early. See ya.”

 

 

“Omi says twenty, Yohji. Later.”

 

 

Hanging up, Yohji turned back to the figure beside him. Gojyo looked tired, rumpled and ridiculously sensual, stretching his long arms with a satisfied sigh. The blonde smiled apologetically, genuinely sorry that he had to bail so soon.

 

 

“Morning, gorgeous. I gotta go; my sister's turned up at the store and she's demanding to see me. But hey, come visit me sometime, if my humiliation makes you happy.” The lie fell easily from his lips, having been used a few times over the years. Yohji didn't often let his one-night-stands know where he worked and lived, but there was something about Gojyo that made him want to see the man again. Writing the name and address of the store next to his phone number, Yohji dropped the hotel-issue pen and paper on the nightstand, moving out of the bed to get dressed again.

 

 

Gojyo murmured his appreciation at the sight of a fully-naked Yohji, telling himself to stay firmly in bed so that he didn't delay the blonde by throwing him back onto the bed and screwing him senseless.

 

 

“Well, as much as I hate to let you go, I may just take you up on that offer. Like I said, we'll probably be here for a while. I'll see you round, Yohji.” The blonde finished dressing and leant down to kiss Gojyo, hoping that he'd get to feel those lips wrap around his cock again sometime. It'd been a long while since he'd had such a fantastic night, and he wanted to see if they could pull it off again.

 

 

Moving away and waving slightly, the assassin left the hotel room, almost walking directly into a man with short, dark hair and a…monocle? Contemplating the interesting fashion choice, quick apologies were muttered and Yohji returned to his car, dreading what Manx would have lined up for them this early on a Sunday.

 

 

Staring after the attractive blonde, Hakkai walked into Gojyo's room.

 

 

“Now Gojyo, that rather fetching man didn't happen to come from in here, did he?” Hakkai was wearing a small smile that would have looked simply polite to a stranger, but Gojyo could tell that his friend was genuinely impressed by his latest catch. The redhead laughed.

 

 

“You know it! I'm gonna have to look him up again, that guy was one good roll. Almost as good as you, `Kai baby.” Gojyo still couldn't believe his luck in finding a friend like Hakkai. They'd been sleeping together casually since just after Gojyo stumbled across the other man half dead, but there were no demands of exclusivity or feelings beyond friendship. As far as Gojyo was concerned, it was the perfect arrangement.

 

 

“You flatter me, Gojyo, but I'm still here to get you from bed. They want us to meet up with a local group later today, and Sanzo has some details to go over first. He's quite on edge at the moment.” Message delivered, the green-eyed man left the room out of a characteristic sense of privacy, allowing Gojyo to dress in peace even though he'd seen it all before. The redhead picked up the slip of paper with the address and phone number, snorting with laughter when he saw the name of the flower shop. `Geez, how unlucky! Being a florist at a place with such a stupid name…But I guess he has to balance out all his positives somehow!'

 

 

Gojyo tucked the paper into his discarded pants pocket, sighed, and got up to face spending more time with a grumpy bastard, an annoying monkey and the best friend he'd ever had.

 

 

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Yohji walked through the back door of the house, heading straight to the mission room where he assumed the others would be waiting. Using his foot to push the stairway door open, he busied his hands trying, in vain, to flatten his bed hair. Four figures already occupied the room, so Yohji flopped down onto the stairs and shot Manx a charming smile.

 

 

“Morning, Manxy babe! I have no problem with seeing your beautiful face, but why so early?” As usual, the secretary simply glared at Yohji, not falling for his half-baked lines- of which he seemed to have an endless supply.

 

 

“Sorry, Balinese, for dragging you away from some naked and willing blonde bimbo. It's really quite unfortunate that your job sometimes gets in the way of your social life; I'll inform the Dark Beasts that they have to make appointments to perform evil from now on.” Already riled at the fact that she was forced to wait around for the last Weiss member, Manx was in no mood to remain polite.

 

 

“Actually, last night's body was a naked and very willing redhead, completely-…” Yohji's rebuttal was cut off, Manx wanting to finish her duty with Weiss as quickly as possible.

 

 

“It does not matter, Balinese. You have a job today, though it is different from your usual missions. As you may be aware, Kritiker is not limited to Japan. There are branches of the organisation in most countries, and they all report to one central location. Recently, the Chinese arm of Kritiker suffered some…internal problems, and it was temporarily dissolved. Its teams were spread to other countries.”

 

 

Aya, standing against the wall of the room, raised his voice at this explanation. “If you are heading in the direction I believe you are, then there are some serious miscommunications occurring here. I am an assassin, not a babysitter.”

 

 

The two redheads stood, silently glaring at each other. Yohji, thoroughly amused by the tension, voiced the first thing that came to mind- something he'd seen in a trashy American television show. “Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-…”

 

 

He trailed off when twin glares were turned towards him, having to make a conscious effort not to shy back into the stairs under the intimidating expressions. Raising his palms in apology, Yohji gestured for the woman to continue.

 

 

“I am fully aware of that fact, Abyssinian. However, it is Kritiker who pay you, and therefore it is Kritiker who get to decide what you will be doing. The Chinese team that will be residing here, in this part of Japan, are highly similar to Weiss. It is for this reason that they have been assigned, in a manner of speaking, to you. Weiss, it is your duty to ensure that the team is properly integrated into Japan, in order to uphold their cover. They will be posing as friends of yours, which will make it less suspicious for them to be around here, and give their reason for being in this country a more solid backing.”

 

 

Three groans greeted this, the older Weiss members all unamused by the prospect of having to act friendly with an unknown team. `I absolutely hate working with other guys…they always assume that they're so much better than us, just because we're a young group. Goddamned amateurs. Fuck this!' Yohji was smart enough, however, to not voice those particular thoughts; he didn't feel up to incurring Manx's wrath any further.

 

 

Only Omi remained silent, angered by the news but polite enough to keep silent about his feelings. He was always singled out by other teams as being too young, or too innocent, even if that was entirely false. The closest Kritiker member he'd met to his own age was Ken, even though he'd grown up around the organisation.

 

 

“As a hotel is not an appropriate place for a mission briefing, they will also be using you facilities in this room when necessary. Minor injury concerns will also have to be dealt with here, in order to keep from arousing suspicion. I will be returning in an hour with the new men, so please ensure that you are all present until then.” Although her language was general enough, it was obvious to all in the room that Manx was directing that final comment at the often-absent Yohji. Sighing, the tall blonde mock-saluted Manx, standing to allow her a clear passage up the stairs.

 

 

Without another word, Manx left the basement and the men who were in it. As soon as they heard the stairway door close, Yohji and Ken began to voice their various complaints, Aya's scowl increased tenfold and Omi attempted to ward off a threatening headache.

 

 

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Manx checked the number in her notebook against the number on the hotel room door, finding herself to be in the right place. Knocking sharply three times, she pushed the door open and had to resist the urge to close it straight away at the sight that greeted her.

 

 

At opposite ends of the small room were two men, one smiling congenially yet without feeling, and the other glaring dangerously towards the centre of the room, hand twitching as if wanting desperately to grab something. The spectacle that had the attention of the pair was a loud, raucous fight between the other two of the group, a tall redhead and a young brunette who seemed to be wearing a tiara of sorts.

 

 

Not in the least bit amused, Manx cleared her throat and closed the door with slightly more force than necessary. The fighting duo immediately froze and detangled from each other, the smiling man stood to greet their visitor and the angry-looking blonde continued to glower at the two in the centre.

 

 

“Good morning! You must be Manx. Please, excuse my companions; we're all a little tired at the moment.” Surprised by the courtesy the monocled man showed her, Manx ran through her mental database to place a name to each of the room's occupants. `This one must be Cho Hakkai…he seems to match perfectly with his file's description, carefully hiding his true emotions under a mask of impeccable politeness. The blonde is…Genjyo Sanzo, and the child has to be his ward, Son Goku. The redhead…Oh, shit, he's the one that's just like…'

 

 

“They never warned me that our contact would be this astoundingly gorgeous! Tell me, sweetheart, what are you doing after this?” Gojyo paused in fixing his slightly dishevelled appearance to shoot Manx a dashing grin, eerily reminiscent of the one she had been `treated' to earlier.

 

 

Summoning her most fierce look, the woman proceeded to immediately crush any improper thoughts the tall man may have been entertaining. Not that she thought it would discourage him very much, if Balinese was anything to go by. “Please refrain from speaking to me like that again. It would be highly unfortunate for me to have to…remove you from duty with a bullet.”

 

 

“Ha ha, hey Sanzo, this woman's just like you! She even has-OW!!” Just as the youngest male began to speak, Manx caught a hint of something white as the blonde man pulled an object from his sleeve, hit the boy over the head with it, and replaced it in his robes within a matter of seconds. Recalling that the man was supposed to be a Buddhist priest, she marvelled at his methods of discipline and found herself vaguely wondering, yet again, whether using violence on Balinese would discourage his advances.

 

 

“Shut up, monkey! And don't you dare start laughing, you perverted kappa. I am in no mood to watch you attempt to pick up anything on two legs.” For the first time, Sanzo turned his head towards their visitor, and Manx momentarily admired how similar in colour his eyes were to Abyssinian's. Mentally shaking herself, she began to speak.

 

 

“Yes, as you seem to know, I am Manx, one of the secretaries of Kritiker's Japanese branch leader. To minimise confusion, you will know that man as `Persia', which is how the local team here refer to him. I will be taking you over to them as soon as I've gone through some small details.”

 

 

As she glanced around the room, Manx could still see the other redhead eyeing her up and down appreciatively. She pointedly ignored him, turning her attention to the other three men. “This other team is known as Weiss, a group who are effectively your Japanese counterparts. Although you will be staying here at this hotel, mission briefings will generally be delivered in the basement of the building where they live, to minimise the possibility of information leaks. You four will be posing as visiting friends of theirs, which will give you an excuse to be around their dwelling.”

 

 

Although this group was taking the news better than Weiss, there was still some slight animosity that Manx could sense. `I'm not sure if this will get better or worse when they actually meet…the similarities between the members could breed either friendship or deep opposition. It's nearly impossible to tell which at this point.'

 

 

She glanced at the still-smiling Hakkai, looking away when his falsely cheerful face unnerved her slightly. Settling instead on the sullen priest, she finished her piece. “I'll be taking you to meet with them now. You'll need to memorise the location of the building, though, as there will not always be a guide with you.”

 

 

Turning to leave the room, Manx had to hide a smirk as she considered the four behind her. `Those girls who fawn over Weiss are going to have a field day with this group…I almost feel bad about not warning them what to expect when they go to the store on a weekday. Almost.'

 

 

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Weiss sat in the kitchen of the Koneko building, anxiously awaiting the arrival of their new playmates. Yohji was drumming his fingers across the table, the noise gaining him an attempted backhand across the face from Ken, and a vicious scowl from Aya. That just made him want to do it more, though, as he'd turned annoying his perpetually grumpy teammate into an art form. The sound of the house's back door opening stopped his fingers moving, all the attention in the room turned to the door which was about open.

 

 

The wood pushing inward with a slight squeak, the familiar form of Manx was first into the room. Yohji didn't even have a comment lined up for her, too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the new arrivals. What he saw was incredibly different to everything he had imagined over the course of the past hour.

 

 

After Manx came a young, drop-dead gorgeous blonde man in a white dress of some description, who seemed to also be wearing a look which screamed that he wanted everyone in the world to disappear. Bouncing off the walls around that man was a kid who couldn't have been much older than Omi, babbling quickly about something or other. The next man, a slim brunette, seemed oddly familiar to Yohji....but that thought was put out of his mind when he caught a flash of the red hair that had dominated his thoughts that morning. Mind vaguely telling his mouth that it might be best to stay quiet, Yohji couldn't help but address the last man in line.

 

 

“Gojyo? Is that you?” At the exclamation, the head turned and distinctive scarlet eyes landed on the gaping blonde.

 

 

“Holy FUCK, Yohji?! What the-…You mean-…Oh, fuck, man!” Jaw dropping, Gojyo stared at Yohji, not bothering to take any of the room's other occupants in. Both men missed that six of the people present were also staring at the pair, minds racing as they attempted to figure out exactly how the two already knew each other. Hakkai, who already knew the nature of the relationship, decided to politely keep quiet about what was a private matter.

 

 

Sanzo was the first to break the silence. “You mind explaining this, you nimrod kappa?”

 

 

The two men kept gawking at each other, still unable to process that they were meeting again under such circumstances. Deciding that an explanation was easier than dodging one of Sanzo's bullets, Gojyo wondered how best to put why they knew each other without mentioning how the evening ended. He knew that his best friend would stay quiet about what he saw.

 

 

“Ah, well…I met Yohji at a bar last night. I…I fucking knew that there was no way you could be a florist! This explains it, you sneaky bastard!” Gojyo felt pieces clicking into place, the unlikelihood of Yohji's profession, the aura of strength he seemed to have…

 

 

“Ha ha, well, that's about right, but we really are florists as well as Kritiker lackeys. It's our cover job, so it wasn't a total lie. Anyway, it's not like-…”

 

 

Yohji's sentence was cut off when the sound of near-hysterical laughter filled the room. Looking to its source, he spotted Ken desperately gripping the table as he attempted to not fall out of his chair. “It was…HIM…wasn't it…last night…you said…naked and very willing…redhead…you've already…slept with that guy…haven't you!”

 

 

Seconds passed, with only the sound of Ken's laughter breaking the silence. Then, almost simultaneously, Omi and Goku also cracked up after seeing the twin blushes that rose on Gojyo and Yohji's faces. Hakkai was politely attempting to stifle his laughter, not wanting to embarrass his friend further but unable to ignore the hilarity of the situation. The mask of professionalism that Manx wore at all times seemed to be struggling under the idea of the two men spending the night together. Sanzo and Aya, however, were both looking as if they were deciding who to kill first; but a keen observer may have noticed that a flash of jealousy passed through the eyes of both the disagreeable men for a short moment.

 

 

When the sound of laughter eventually died down, Gojyo turned to Hakkai. “Well, I s'pose that guy's never had to hear one of your lectures about `not replacing tact with honesty' or whatever!” Spinning back to Yohji, he gestured around the room, “I guess we should introduce our teams, hey? Since we haven't really gotten off to the best start...”

 

 

Smiling brightly, Yohji nodded his agreement and considered exactly what this latest revelation was going to mean.

 

 

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***Just quickly, the whole `Gojyo mistaken for a girl' thing came about after I spent a good couple of minutes trying to convince a friend that he was, in fact, male. The same thing's happened with both Schuldig and Nagi. At no point did my friend believe me.***