Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ Infirmary Meeting ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2: Infirmary Meeting

Gojyo leaned back, balancing on the hind legs of his chair. He tuned out the mindless droning of the professor. Who the hell cared about some old geezer who’d died two hundred years ago and who’s most noteworthy accomplishment was to have been born anyway?

He sighed staring out the window at the girl’s volleyball team. They might lose on a regular basis but they sure looked good while doing it, he thought with a smirk.

He let his mind drift, not thinking about anything in particular.

He wondered, not for the first time, if Hakkai had already moved his friends into the house.

Gojyo had been gone before Hakkai had gotten back from the airport. He and some friends had disappeared on a gambling trip for the weekend - he’d won a good deal of cash, gotten drunk and gotten laid. He snorted remembering Tongpu’s legendary bad luck. The man never won but refused to stop playing. It really was too bad Hakkai hadn’t been able to tag along this time; he cleaned house whenever he went.

Man, I’m exhausted, he thought.

They had only gotten into town this morning after having driven all night and Gojyo had gone home only to find Hakkai already waiting for him at the jeep with his book bag in hand.

He winced remembering the lecture he’d gotten about responsibility and common courtesy and not making other people late.

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Sometimes it feels like Hakkai’s my old lady with the way he carries on, Gojyo thought, doing his best not to laugh picturing the look on Hakkai’s face if he were to give him a frilly pink apron.

Then again . . . He shuddered thinking that if he did give Hakkai an apron the other man would probably just give him that smile that made the redhead’s skin crawl and thank him.

Gojyo could picture it now.

Why thank you Gojyo. You have no idea how cumbersome it is to have things spill on your clothes as you’re cooking. Especially when the only reason you spill is because a certain roommate of yours thinks its funny to pop up at unexpected moments and scare the living daylights out you.

Gojyo swallowed - definitely no pink, frilly apron for Hakkai.

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“Ooph.”

Gojyo groaned. His hand moved to grab his throbbing head but encountered soft cloth instead.

What the-? Oh. That explains the sudden pain.

Apparently some chick decided to take flight off the top of the staircase and had a rough landing on an unawares Gojyo who just happened to be walking past. Gojyo realized the chick wasn’t moving.

“Oh, shit. You alright beautiful?” he asked, wondering if she’d knocked some screws loose upon impact.

Gojyo steadied the white-draped form against his chest, wrapping a precautionary arm around her waist. The body against his tensed. He stared curiously at his armload and caught a glimpse of furious blue eyes-

No, not blue. What a strange shade . . . so beautiful. A striking violet color.

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Gojyo groaned and grabbed his aching stomach, doing his damnedest to gasp in oxygen through his suddenly too-constricted windpipe.

“Oh dear, I do believe he’s coming around.”

“Ch.”

“Man, what a hit! Is he gonna be alright?”

“I certainly hope so. Really Sanzo, did you have to hit him quite so hard?”

“Hmph. Idiot shouldn’t have grabbed me.”

“Sanzo! You’re the one who fell on him.”

“ . . . ”

*Thwack*

“Ow! Sanzo, what’d you do that for?”

“Idiot, it’s all your fault that I fell off the damn stairs. You pushed me!”

“But I tripped Sanzo!”

Gojyo’d heard enough. “Shu-” *wheeze* “shut the hell up.”

“Gojyo! Thank goodness you’re okay.”

Yeah, just peachy.

Gojyo opened his eyes. He found himself staring into concerned golden- golden?- eyes. The mouth attached to those eyes smiled widely.

“Hey Hakkai, he’s okay!”

“Yeah thanks for the diagnosis kid.” he sneered “Where the hell am I?”

“You don’t have to be a bastard about it.”

Gojyo chose to ignore that and looked around.

Don’t tell me.

“You’re in the infirmary Gojyo.”

Shit.

“And what exactly am I doing here?”

“Ah . . . about that . . . now Gojyo . . . you must promise not to act rashly.”

“Hakkai-” he growled. He turned his head - why was he still lying down? - to get a look at his friend.

Hakkai smiled, the kind of smile that told you that Hakkai was about to tell you something that he’d rather not tell you because you weren’t gonna like it.

He sat up and swung his legs over the bed. It was only the school nurse’s office, he noted with relief. Maybe his reputation would survive intact. Bad boys just really weren’t supposed to be carried out in stretchers - total image killer.

“Spit it out, Kai.”

Hakkai smiled nervously and opened his mouth to respond-

“Sanzo beat the crap out of you!”

Gojyo turned horrified eyes to gape at the kid - yes there really was a kid in the college infirmary, he would worry about that later.

“What the hell are you talking about!? No one beats up Sha Gojyo!”

The runt cackled and slapped Gojyo on the back, which got his head pounding again.

“Now, now, Goku. It wasn’t as bad as all that. You were just caught unaware Gojyo.”

“Wait- - are you trying to say that someone really did beat me up!? Holy shit! How big was this guy? Because I’ve fought guys more than twice my size before without even breaking a sweat. And why the hell can’t I remember fighting him!?”

The stupid kid just laughed harder and even Hakkai looked ready to crack that annoying smile that said I‘m laughing but don‘t want you to know.

Hakkai stood quickly at Gojyo’s glare and called into the other room - probably the main office, Gojyo thought faintly.

“Sanzo, why don’t you come in here and explain. This mess is your doing, after all.”

There was a growl from next door and Gojyo heard a chair scrape.

The redhead was still trying to figure out how he could possibly have gotten beaten up without having any memory of the event when he saw from the corner of his eyes a figure enter the room.

Standing in the doorway was the beautiful dream vision he’d had before blacking out and ending up in a white room and suddenly amnesic.

So the chick landing on me actually was real. Things are starting to look up, he thought with a smile.

A blonde eyebrow rose sardonically, those lips twisting into a small smirk. Gojyo blinked and saw suddenly what he’d missed with only the small glimpse he’d gotten before - wide shoulders, chiseled face, no sweetly defined hips, and - most important of all - no breasts to speak of!

Gojyo wondered when his dream had become a nightmare.

There really was only one thing he could say to that.

Well . . . shit.

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Alright! That wraps up ch.2. Next up . . . umm- I’m not really sure =). We’ll just have to find out together, ne?

‘Till next time!