Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Never Let Go ❯ Same old same old ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kispexi2 
Next morning, Sanzo and Goku act like nothing happened. Not.
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 471 | Status: Work In Progress
Next morning, Sanzo and Goku act like nothing happened. Not.
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 471 | Status: Work In Progress
Saiyuki and its characters belong to Kazuya Minekura.
SAME OLD, SAME OLD
It wasn't unusual for Sanzo to skip a meal, but Goku? Hakkai had to admit that was unsettling. But he knew there was no point expressing his concern to Gojyo; the kappa would merely snort 'All the more for us, then!' and eat far more than was good for him.
Hakkai checked his watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. Eight twenty-five already. Where were they?
Then, just as Hakkai was starting to get really worried and the waitress was setting a final bamboo basket down on the table, Sanzo and Goku finally arrived to take their seats for breakfast.
Perched on Hakkai's shoulder, Hakuryu tilted his head to one side and sniffed the air, kyuuing softly in what Hakkai had come to think of as his approving voice. Gojyo reached over to lift the basket's lid and Goku, who settling into his chair with considerably more care than normal, craned his neck to see what was inside.
“Spring rolls!” Gojyo announced with a broad grin. “Oh but look ... there's only three of them. I've gotta have one cuz I'm injured. Hakkai's been healing me and that takes energy, so he'd better have one as well. That means one of you two will have to go without. Hard luck, monkey!”
Goku's face was a study in outrage.
“Hey! No fair!” he protested. “First come, first served, tha's the rule!”
A flurry of chopsticks and fingers ensued, leaving Goku and Gojyo each in possession of a spring roll. Hakkai held the third.
Gojyo immediately shoved the whole of his into his mouth and began chewing.
“Mmm ... de-licious,” he declared. “Wouldn't you agree, Hakkai?”
Hakkai took a bite and nodded. “Yes. You're absolutely right, Gojyo. They really are very good.”
Goku was gazing at his own spring roll with something like awe and licking his lips in anticipation when suddenly his brow furrowed and he hesitated. He took a deep breath and turned to Sanzo.
“Do, uh ... do you want it?”
The question made Gojyo all but choke. Hakkai murmured a 'Goodness' and Hakuryu gave a gentle cluck.
For a fraction of a second Sanzo's eyes went wide, then narrowed.
“What the hell,” the priest demanded, “makes you think I'd want anything you've had your paws on?”
The corners of Goku's mouth turned down, then cautiously up again..
“So ... you really don't want it?” he asked, clearly torn between hurt and hunger.
“No.”
Sanzo ladled an almost Goku-sized portion of boiled rice onto his plate and began eating.
“Great!” someone cheered, but it wasn't Goku.
Gojyo's hand appeared from nowhere and the spring roll vanished.
Goku gasped and whipped his head round to find Gojyo smirking at him, cheeks bulging.
“Too slow, monkey!”
Goku let out a roar. “You jerkwad! That was mine!!”
“Didn't see your name on it,” Gojyo replied amidst a splutter of pastry crumbs.
Hakkai feared Goku might burst into tears, but instead he started yelling.
“But you've had two an' I haven't had any, ya greedy cockroach!”
Gojyo swallowed down the last of the spring roll and yelled back.
“Can it, pissant! You oughta know by now that if you snooze, you lose, ya dumbass midget monk-EEOWWW!!!”
Gojyo's jibes were cut short by Sanzo's fan. A couple of vicious swipes caught the kappa first on one side of his head, then the other. Goku gave a little chuckle before cringeing too, probably in expectation of receiving similar punishment. He darted an apologetic smile in Sanzo's direction, but the priest had already tucked the harisen back inside his robes.
Hakuryu stretched, refolded his wings and nuzzled his head into Hakkai's neck.
Goku seemed surprised to have been spared the fan. He glanced at Sanzo but, when the priest met his eyes, looked quickly away again, a slight flush colouring his cheeks. Even so, as he fixed his gaze firmly on the plate of fried udon in front of him, Hakkai thought he saw a little smile flicker across his face.
Never one to learn from his mistakes, Gojyo snatched the bowl of noodles away. Seemingly lost in pleasant thought - if the dreamy look in his eyes was anything to go by - Goku scarcely even blinked.
Which was very strange behaviour for someone with an appetite as hearty as Goku's. And as given to petty squabbling.
Hakkai frowned.
“Goku?”
Goku started and blushed pinker.
“Huh? Yeah? What?”
“Are you all right? You're not eating.”
Everything went quiet. Gojyo cast a curious eye at Goku whilst Sanzo appeared to be deliberately looking anywhere other than at his charge.
Goku gave Hakkai a sheepish smile.
“I-I'm fine, thanks. I was jus' thinkin',” he replied, adding all in a rush, “ 'bout Kougaiji an' th' others.”
Gojyo's curiosity turned to suspicion. He leant across the table and peered into Goku's eyes.
“What the hell are you up to? You're acting all weird!”
“Am not!”
Hakuryu made a strange cackling sound, almost like a laugh.
“Yeah, you are,” Gojyo argued. “First,” - he began checking the oddities of Goku's behaviour off on his fingers - “you're thinking about our frickin' enemies, instead of eating. Second, you offer food you fought for to his holiness here. Third, for the first time ever, you managed to sit down at a table without spilling anything. And fourth, you're not eating.”
“You've already mentioned that one, Gojyo,” Hakkai pointed out.
Gojyo shrugged.
“Yeah, well, it's freaky enough to mention twice.”
Gojyo had a logic all of his own, Hakkai reminded himself with a smile.
“That's very true,” he agreed. “It is disturbing.”
“Gaaah!!” Sanzo exploded, slamming his hands down on the table. “Shut the hell up and leave goddamn the monkey alone!”
Out of the corner of his eye, Hakkai saw Gojyo's jaw drop.
“Now you're both acting weird,” the kappa muttered under his breath.
“You wanna say that out loud?” Sanzo growled.
Gojyo opened his mouth but quickly snapped it shut again when he found himself looking down the barrel of Sanzo's Smith and Wesson. He shook his head vigourously.
“Good,” Sanzo grunted, getting to his feet. “Now shift your asses and get us packed up and ready to go. I'm going out for a smoke.”
No-one uttered a word until he was gone. The first to speak was Goku.
“I, uh ... I better ... g-go pack,” he stammered and rushed away.
Gojyo stood, pulled a cigarette from the open pack in his breast pocket and felt for his lighter.
“Better do as his lordship says, I guess,” he sighed. “Coming?”
“In a moment,” Hakkai replied. “I'd like to feed Hakuryu first.”
“Right,” Gojyo nodded and ambled away.
Hakkai considered the leftovers. There were a lot more than usual.
Goku had hardly eaten a thing.
SAME OLD, SAME OLD
It wasn't unusual for Sanzo to skip a meal, but Goku? Hakkai had to admit that was unsettling. But he knew there was no point expressing his concern to Gojyo; the kappa would merely snort 'All the more for us, then!' and eat far more than was good for him.
Hakkai checked his watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. Eight twenty-five already. Where were they?
Then, just as Hakkai was starting to get really worried and the waitress was setting a final bamboo basket down on the table, Sanzo and Goku finally arrived to take their seats for breakfast.
Perched on Hakkai's shoulder, Hakuryu tilted his head to one side and sniffed the air, kyuuing softly in what Hakkai had come to think of as his approving voice. Gojyo reached over to lift the basket's lid and Goku, who settling into his chair with considerably more care than normal, craned his neck to see what was inside.
“Spring rolls!” Gojyo announced with a broad grin. “Oh but look ... there's only three of them. I've gotta have one cuz I'm injured. Hakkai's been healing me and that takes energy, so he'd better have one as well. That means one of you two will have to go without. Hard luck, monkey!”
Goku's face was a study in outrage.
“Hey! No fair!” he protested. “First come, first served, tha's the rule!”
A flurry of chopsticks and fingers ensued, leaving Goku and Gojyo each in possession of a spring roll. Hakkai held the third.
Gojyo immediately shoved the whole of his into his mouth and began chewing.
“Mmm ... de-licious,” he declared. “Wouldn't you agree, Hakkai?”
Hakkai took a bite and nodded. “Yes. You're absolutely right, Gojyo. They really are very good.”
Goku was gazing at his own spring roll with something like awe and licking his lips in anticipation when suddenly his brow furrowed and he hesitated. He took a deep breath and turned to Sanzo.
“Do, uh ... do you want it?”
The question made Gojyo all but choke. Hakkai murmured a 'Goodness' and Hakuryu gave a gentle cluck.
For a fraction of a second Sanzo's eyes went wide, then narrowed.
“What the hell,” the priest demanded, “makes you think I'd want anything you've had your paws on?”
The corners of Goku's mouth turned down, then cautiously up again..
“So ... you really don't want it?” he asked, clearly torn between hurt and hunger.
“No.”
Sanzo ladled an almost Goku-sized portion of boiled rice onto his plate and began eating.
“Great!” someone cheered, but it wasn't Goku.
Gojyo's hand appeared from nowhere and the spring roll vanished.
Goku gasped and whipped his head round to find Gojyo smirking at him, cheeks bulging.
“Too slow, monkey!”
Goku let out a roar. “You jerkwad! That was mine!!”
“Didn't see your name on it,” Gojyo replied amidst a splutter of pastry crumbs.
Hakkai feared Goku might burst into tears, but instead he started yelling.
“But you've had two an' I haven't had any, ya greedy cockroach!”
Gojyo swallowed down the last of the spring roll and yelled back.
“Can it, pissant! You oughta know by now that if you snooze, you lose, ya dumbass midget monk-EEOWWW!!!”
Gojyo's jibes were cut short by Sanzo's fan. A couple of vicious swipes caught the kappa first on one side of his head, then the other. Goku gave a little chuckle before cringeing too, probably in expectation of receiving similar punishment. He darted an apologetic smile in Sanzo's direction, but the priest had already tucked the harisen back inside his robes.
Hakuryu stretched, refolded his wings and nuzzled his head into Hakkai's neck.
Goku seemed surprised to have been spared the fan. He glanced at Sanzo but, when the priest met his eyes, looked quickly away again, a slight flush colouring his cheeks. Even so, as he fixed his gaze firmly on the plate of fried udon in front of him, Hakkai thought he saw a little smile flicker across his face.
Never one to learn from his mistakes, Gojyo snatched the bowl of noodles away. Seemingly lost in pleasant thought - if the dreamy look in his eyes was anything to go by - Goku scarcely even blinked.
Which was very strange behaviour for someone with an appetite as hearty as Goku's. And as given to petty squabbling.
Hakkai frowned.
“Goku?”
Goku started and blushed pinker.
“Huh? Yeah? What?”
“Are you all right? You're not eating.”
Everything went quiet. Gojyo cast a curious eye at Goku whilst Sanzo appeared to be deliberately looking anywhere other than at his charge.
Goku gave Hakkai a sheepish smile.
“I-I'm fine, thanks. I was jus' thinkin',” he replied, adding all in a rush, “ 'bout Kougaiji an' th' others.”
Gojyo's curiosity turned to suspicion. He leant across the table and peered into Goku's eyes.
“What the hell are you up to? You're acting all weird!”
“Am not!”
Hakuryu made a strange cackling sound, almost like a laugh.
“Yeah, you are,” Gojyo argued. “First,” - he began checking the oddities of Goku's behaviour off on his fingers - “you're thinking about our frickin' enemies, instead of eating. Second, you offer food you fought for to his holiness here. Third, for the first time ever, you managed to sit down at a table without spilling anything. And fourth, you're not eating.”
“You've already mentioned that one, Gojyo,” Hakkai pointed out.
Gojyo shrugged.
“Yeah, well, it's freaky enough to mention twice.”
Gojyo had a logic all of his own, Hakkai reminded himself with a smile.
“That's very true,” he agreed. “It is disturbing.”
“Gaaah!!” Sanzo exploded, slamming his hands down on the table. “Shut the hell up and leave goddamn the monkey alone!”
Out of the corner of his eye, Hakkai saw Gojyo's jaw drop.
“Now you're both acting weird,” the kappa muttered under his breath.
“You wanna say that out loud?” Sanzo growled.
Gojyo opened his mouth but quickly snapped it shut again when he found himself looking down the barrel of Sanzo's Smith and Wesson. He shook his head vigourously.
“Good,” Sanzo grunted, getting to his feet. “Now shift your asses and get us packed up and ready to go. I'm going out for a smoke.”
No-one uttered a word until he was gone. The first to speak was Goku.
“I, uh ... I better ... g-go pack,” he stammered and rushed away.
Gojyo stood, pulled a cigarette from the open pack in his breast pocket and felt for his lighter.
“Better do as his lordship says, I guess,” he sighed. “Coming?”
“In a moment,” Hakkai replied. “I'd like to feed Hakuryu first.”
“Right,” Gojyo nodded and ambled away.
Hakkai considered the leftovers. There were a lot more than usual.
Goku had hardly eaten a thing.