Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Bits and Pieces ❯ Understanding ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Quirk 
Sanzo's point of view, from the first chapter.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 619 | Status: Work In Progress
Sanzo's point of view, from the first chapter.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 619 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Understanding
Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fanfiction
Genre: points of view snapshots,
C&CC: If you don’t mind. ^_^ quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com
Warnings: If you haven’t read ‘Teaching Goku’, this and any following chapters may be confusing. Hell, it may be confusing anyway...
Pairings: Sanzo and Hakkai, Goku and Gojyo
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Saiyuki, nor do I make any monies off of this. I have bought as much Saiyuki as I can afford, and will continue as long as I can find it. More please!
A/N: This is written to get it out of my head. Following chapters will probably be erratic. The question of ‘What was the other guy thinking?’ pretty much applies here, and are just snap shots of some of the things going on.
Beta: un-beta-ed
Synopsis: Sanzo’s p.o.v., from the first chapter.
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Staring at the fire as Hakkai stirred the stew he was making out dried foods, Sanzo lit the cigarette in his mouth. Then he frowned at the low flame on his lighter before he let it go out. (I'm going to have to pick up a new lighter soon.)
Gojyo and Goku had grabbed their clothes and the soap and wandered off to the near by lake to scrub up after carting in enough wood for the night. They'd stacked it on one side, dry stuff that had littered the ground and would burn readily. It was welcome because the clarity of the sky above them promised them a cool night to come as the sun began to set. The absence of the monkey and the kappa left the blond priest with the brunet driver and his pet. Jeep was curled up on Hakkai's pack in lieu of a pillow, asleep.
"It's always too quiet when both Goku and Gojyo are gone." Hakkai said, adding dried peas to the mix. The oversized, kidney shaped rice pots threaded through the ends on either side of cooking pot were slow reaching a boil, but that was how Hakkai did it, refusing to build a second fire. Somehow he managed to get everything done perfectly, the rice done when the rest of the food was ready.
"You mean it's pleasant and refreshing."
Hakkai looked up at him and pinned him with a narrowed green stare, a slight, knowing smile on his mouth. "You and I both know better than that, Sanzo."
Breathing out smoke, the blond rolled his eyes away to the side. "Huh."
In the back of his head somewhere, Goku's low voice chattered to itself, quiet and contemplative. It had been like that for weeks now, in between the more usual exclamations about food, new discoveries and fights. Only a few actual words ever came through, the rest of it being a combination of impressions, images and feelings. He could guess at the change in the tone, but without actually talking to his ward, everything was just speculation, and the blond was loath to involve the monkey in things that didn't require his limited attention span. Besides, it was really none of the monkey’s business. "Only you enjoy their arguments."
"Don't you think that they're having fun?"
"No. I think they're annoying." He glanced back at the stew pot. "Are you making curry or stew?"
"Beef stew. I can thicken the broth into a sauce or gravy, but I don't have the spices for curry."
"Huh." Hakkai's cooking always tasted good, even if he cooked more often to please the juveniles of their group. If the food was a tad spicy, Sanzo usually just cut it with the rice and a beer. "Do we still have any beer left or did Gojyo drink it all?"
"There's still beer. Would you like one?" The breeze shifted direction, sending the scent of cooking food the priest's way.
"Not now; with dinner." (Garlic, beef, potatoes... onion? I didn't see him buy onions at the last stop. Ah- wild onions.)
The tone of Goku's voice became a little louder, a little more concentrated. It only became like that when he was thinking hard about things. (Gojyo must be twisting his brain into circles again. He's still too naive not to fall for his damned drivel.)
Not that the monkey hadn't been growing by leaps and bounds all this time. His straight forward and innocent manner just usually put him at a disadvantage, which irritated Sanzo. It was amusing sometimes, but it meant Goku wasn't thinking or paying attention. It just proved that his ward still needed time to grow more.
Blinking at the cigarette that had burned down between his fingers without his noticing, Sanzo flicked it into the fire and pulled out a new stick. As he lit up, a sense of irritation and disappointment drifted through, then switched abruptly to astoundment. On top of that emotion came a vague picture of Gojyo, soft and unfocused, followed by apprehension and anticipation. Sanzo felt a surge of surprise, himself; Goku's emotions rarely came across so complexly. Usually only the foremost emotions came through so clearly, and it being Goku, were straight forward. They were easy to gauge and never difficult to understand.
"Sanzo? Is something wrong?"
Violet eyes snapped to emerald. "No."
The older brunet scruntized him critically, and blinked when Sanzo's eyes widened. "Sanzo?"
Arousal was humming in that soft voice, rising above the anticipation and apprehension. It wasn't enough to really affect the blond, but did bring a slight flush to his usually pale face. Hands tightening in the folds of his robe, Sanzo nearly bit through the cigarette in his mouth and he pitched it, still burning, into the fire. There was that flash of Gojyo again, and the arousal continued to rise to a peak, drawing him in until a familiar emotion flooded over, underscored by a sense of awe and understanding. Sanzo found himself half hard and trembling as he finally detached from the emotional overload.
"Sanzo, what's wrong?" An elegant hand was touching his own, and he jumped slightly at the realization. Hakkai knelt beside him frowning, still touching him lightly, and he wondered if the brunet had been talking to him the entire time. "Something is wrong, isn't it?"
The mental debate was brief. "...Goku just had an orgasm."
It was amusing to watch the emerald eyed man's eyebrows try to crawl up and hide under his bandana. His touch, familiar by now, dropped away. (Probably due to shock.) "But Goku is bathing with Gojyo at the lake."
Sanzo just arched an eyebrow of his own and looked at him as if he were being unusually stupid.
Hakkai countered with a smile. "It's Gojyo."
"Yep, it's Gojyo. Fucking tart."
"Gojyo only likes women. We both are very well aware of that." The monocled man said patiently.
"Or so we thought. You should have tried approaching him out right."
"Goku's too young."
(That's right, fucking ignore me, Hakkai.) "Apparently only I think that."
"Goku and Gojyo are like brothers."
"More like kissing cousins." (Though I don't know that they kissed.)
Hakkai frowned, and turned back to the food. He'd added the rice and lids to the side pots while Sanzo had been preoccupied, and the stew needed extra water. He picked up the water flask. "There haven't been any signs of them being intimate previously."
"Put some beer in the broth."
"It's sake you prefer in the broth."
"Huh." The ache in his loins was slowly fading. "We'll see when they get back to camp."
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(Goku looks like someone lit a damned fire inside him.) Watching the younger brunet bounce after the older one with narrowed violet eyes was a chore. The monkey seemed to glow. His voice inside Sanzo's head was soft and bubbly and content, and in the aftermath of that was an undertone of understanding. What Goku understood, the blond hadn't a clue. Physically his ward seemed fine, no stiffness showing in his movements, no gingerly made motions. (Whatever they did, it wasn't full blown sex.)
The popping of a beer can had Sanzo distracted from his ward for a moment, and he glared narrow eyed violet death at Gojyo, who was seated back from the fire. Glaring back, the red head sipped slowly on his beverage.
(Why did they do it? Do they deliberately do shit to foul up? And you, you waste of skin- what the hell do you think you're doing?)
Sanzo had only heard Gojyo's voice inside his head a couple of times. The first was when they'd all met, with the priest having to chase Cho Gonou down. The second was when he'd gone to tell the red head of Cho Gonou's demise. It was only for brief seconds and very soft, but it had been pain filled and yet accepting. When he let himself think about it, the blond realized that Gojyo was nothing more than a whipped dog that let the ghosts that haunted him control him, so he tried not to think about it. He had enough trouble keeping himself together on top of Goku.
Drawing on his cigarette, he raised his beer in the other hand, his eyes drawn back to his ward where the gold eyed brunet was helping Hakkai gather the soap and rags for the dishes they'd used. (His first brush with sex obviously agrees with him. His eyes look like suns...)
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Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fanfiction
Genre: points of view snapshots,
C&CC: If you don’t mind. ^_^ quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com
Warnings: If you haven’t read ‘Teaching Goku’, this and any following chapters may be confusing. Hell, it may be confusing anyway...
Pairings: Sanzo and Hakkai, Goku and Gojyo
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Saiyuki, nor do I make any monies off of this. I have bought as much Saiyuki as I can afford, and will continue as long as I can find it. More please!
A/N: This is written to get it out of my head. Following chapters will probably be erratic. The question of ‘What was the other guy thinking?’ pretty much applies here, and are just snap shots of some of the things going on.
Beta: un-beta-ed
Synopsis: Sanzo’s p.o.v., from the first chapter.
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Staring at the fire as Hakkai stirred the stew he was making out dried foods, Sanzo lit the cigarette in his mouth. Then he frowned at the low flame on his lighter before he let it go out. (I'm going to have to pick up a new lighter soon.)
Gojyo and Goku had grabbed their clothes and the soap and wandered off to the near by lake to scrub up after carting in enough wood for the night. They'd stacked it on one side, dry stuff that had littered the ground and would burn readily. It was welcome because the clarity of the sky above them promised them a cool night to come as the sun began to set. The absence of the monkey and the kappa left the blond priest with the brunet driver and his pet. Jeep was curled up on Hakkai's pack in lieu of a pillow, asleep.
"It's always too quiet when both Goku and Gojyo are gone." Hakkai said, adding dried peas to the mix. The oversized, kidney shaped rice pots threaded through the ends on either side of cooking pot were slow reaching a boil, but that was how Hakkai did it, refusing to build a second fire. Somehow he managed to get everything done perfectly, the rice done when the rest of the food was ready.
"You mean it's pleasant and refreshing."
Hakkai looked up at him and pinned him with a narrowed green stare, a slight, knowing smile on his mouth. "You and I both know better than that, Sanzo."
Breathing out smoke, the blond rolled his eyes away to the side. "Huh."
In the back of his head somewhere, Goku's low voice chattered to itself, quiet and contemplative. It had been like that for weeks now, in between the more usual exclamations about food, new discoveries and fights. Only a few actual words ever came through, the rest of it being a combination of impressions, images and feelings. He could guess at the change in the tone, but without actually talking to his ward, everything was just speculation, and the blond was loath to involve the monkey in things that didn't require his limited attention span. Besides, it was really none of the monkey’s business. "Only you enjoy their arguments."
"Don't you think that they're having fun?"
"No. I think they're annoying." He glanced back at the stew pot. "Are you making curry or stew?"
"Beef stew. I can thicken the broth into a sauce or gravy, but I don't have the spices for curry."
"Huh." Hakkai's cooking always tasted good, even if he cooked more often to please the juveniles of their group. If the food was a tad spicy, Sanzo usually just cut it with the rice and a beer. "Do we still have any beer left or did Gojyo drink it all?"
"There's still beer. Would you like one?" The breeze shifted direction, sending the scent of cooking food the priest's way.
"Not now; with dinner." (Garlic, beef, potatoes... onion? I didn't see him buy onions at the last stop. Ah- wild onions.)
The tone of Goku's voice became a little louder, a little more concentrated. It only became like that when he was thinking hard about things. (Gojyo must be twisting his brain into circles again. He's still too naive not to fall for his damned drivel.)
Not that the monkey hadn't been growing by leaps and bounds all this time. His straight forward and innocent manner just usually put him at a disadvantage, which irritated Sanzo. It was amusing sometimes, but it meant Goku wasn't thinking or paying attention. It just proved that his ward still needed time to grow more.
Blinking at the cigarette that had burned down between his fingers without his noticing, Sanzo flicked it into the fire and pulled out a new stick. As he lit up, a sense of irritation and disappointment drifted through, then switched abruptly to astoundment. On top of that emotion came a vague picture of Gojyo, soft and unfocused, followed by apprehension and anticipation. Sanzo felt a surge of surprise, himself; Goku's emotions rarely came across so complexly. Usually only the foremost emotions came through so clearly, and it being Goku, were straight forward. They were easy to gauge and never difficult to understand.
"Sanzo? Is something wrong?"
Violet eyes snapped to emerald. "No."
The older brunet scruntized him critically, and blinked when Sanzo's eyes widened. "Sanzo?"
Arousal was humming in that soft voice, rising above the anticipation and apprehension. It wasn't enough to really affect the blond, but did bring a slight flush to his usually pale face. Hands tightening in the folds of his robe, Sanzo nearly bit through the cigarette in his mouth and he pitched it, still burning, into the fire. There was that flash of Gojyo again, and the arousal continued to rise to a peak, drawing him in until a familiar emotion flooded over, underscored by a sense of awe and understanding. Sanzo found himself half hard and trembling as he finally detached from the emotional overload.
"Sanzo, what's wrong?" An elegant hand was touching his own, and he jumped slightly at the realization. Hakkai knelt beside him frowning, still touching him lightly, and he wondered if the brunet had been talking to him the entire time. "Something is wrong, isn't it?"
The mental debate was brief. "...Goku just had an orgasm."
It was amusing to watch the emerald eyed man's eyebrows try to crawl up and hide under his bandana. His touch, familiar by now, dropped away. (Probably due to shock.) "But Goku is bathing with Gojyo at the lake."
Sanzo just arched an eyebrow of his own and looked at him as if he were being unusually stupid.
Hakkai countered with a smile. "It's Gojyo."
"Yep, it's Gojyo. Fucking tart."
"Gojyo only likes women. We both are very well aware of that." The monocled man said patiently.
"Or so we thought. You should have tried approaching him out right."
"Goku's too young."
(That's right, fucking ignore me, Hakkai.) "Apparently only I think that."
"Goku and Gojyo are like brothers."
"More like kissing cousins." (Though I don't know that they kissed.)
Hakkai frowned, and turned back to the food. He'd added the rice and lids to the side pots while Sanzo had been preoccupied, and the stew needed extra water. He picked up the water flask. "There haven't been any signs of them being intimate previously."
"Put some beer in the broth."
"It's sake you prefer in the broth."
"Huh." The ache in his loins was slowly fading. "We'll see when they get back to camp."
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(Goku looks like someone lit a damned fire inside him.) Watching the younger brunet bounce after the older one with narrowed violet eyes was a chore. The monkey seemed to glow. His voice inside Sanzo's head was soft and bubbly and content, and in the aftermath of that was an undertone of understanding. What Goku understood, the blond hadn't a clue. Physically his ward seemed fine, no stiffness showing in his movements, no gingerly made motions. (Whatever they did, it wasn't full blown sex.)
The popping of a beer can had Sanzo distracted from his ward for a moment, and he glared narrow eyed violet death at Gojyo, who was seated back from the fire. Glaring back, the red head sipped slowly on his beverage.
(Why did they do it? Do they deliberately do shit to foul up? And you, you waste of skin- what the hell do you think you're doing?)
Sanzo had only heard Gojyo's voice inside his head a couple of times. The first was when they'd all met, with the priest having to chase Cho Gonou down. The second was when he'd gone to tell the red head of Cho Gonou's demise. It was only for brief seconds and very soft, but it had been pain filled and yet accepting. When he let himself think about it, the blond realized that Gojyo was nothing more than a whipped dog that let the ghosts that haunted him control him, so he tried not to think about it. He had enough trouble keeping himself together on top of Goku.
Drawing on his cigarette, he raised his beer in the other hand, his eyes drawn back to his ward where the gold eyed brunet was helping Hakkai gather the soap and rags for the dishes they'd used. (His first brush with sex obviously agrees with him. His eyes look like suns...)
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