Saiyuki fic for 5/8 day
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new_kateHappy 58 day!
Title: Breakfast
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: 58
Notes: I got randomly bunnied by the old and long fulfilled![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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psycho_shoelace: Hakkai x Gojyo: Set in the ‘Burial’ period (meaning: before the journey). Sexual tension has been building up between both since they met, with nothing actually happening. How can an episode involving a spoon change it all?
Many thanks tohibem for betaing!
Gojyo woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and loud clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Hakkai’d once again randomly decided that his roommate had gotten enough sleep already and cranked the household noises up a notch. Gojyo’d only tried to sleep through that twice. Didn’t take longer to figure out how useless resistance was.
He staggered to the kitchen, scratching at the edges of his bandages. When they got back from the doctor, he’d collapsed into bed pretty much right away, and now he didn’t know what to expect. Hakkai seemed all normal yesterday, but maybe now that he’d slept on it he’d feel different. After all, he didn’t want any of that, didn’t want to be dragged into anything shady, didn’t want to have to fight any more. He’d said so: he wanted a quiet life.
Hakkai greeted him with a smile and started serving breakfast. He looked bright and well-rested. In a good mood, even.
“How are you feeling, Gojyo?”
“Alright. You?”
“Oh, I’m fine, thank you, I wasn’t hurt at all. I’ve been compiling an estimate of our expenses for Sanzo, so, if anybody asks, you had a concussion. We should go to the market later – with that money we can finally get some of the kitchen equipment we really need.”
“Um, okay,” said Gojyo, eyeing the eggs with deep ambivalence. He still felt a bit queasy, concussion or not. “Good to see you’re – uh – Look, about yesterday.”
He took a breath, not at all sure what to say, but Hakkai seemed to have understood.
“I guess I am a bit too excited for the man who’d – but I’m happy about that,” he said, drying the dishes with the new towel he bought the other week. It was large and chequered and seemed to take up too much space in the kitchen, even when it was just neatly hung on the peg. Gojyo’d never had a kitchen with a dish towel before. “It might sound horrific, but I feel no remorse. I was in a position to help you. My past made me the perfect person to do so, and I can’t feel sorry about that.”
Gojyo blinked at the table, resolutely picked up the chopsticks and stuffed his mouth full of greasy food before he could say anything stupid.
“It’s strange, though,” Hakkai said. “Just two days ago we were talking – right here – about not knowing each other well enough, and now you’ve seen more of me than I ever wanted you to.”
He trailed off, still working on the dishes with his back to Gojyo. The porcelain was squeaking loudly under the cloth, and Hakkai’s shoulders were tense and hunched like he was digging a ditch or breaking rocks.
“I know,” Gojyo said, swallowing the food. “Umbrellas, man. Fucking umbrellas! Seriously. I couldn’t believe it. You were swinging them like you’ve studied umbrella-fu since you were five!”
Hakkai made a small choked sound and carefully set the last plate down.
“Or maybe you have?” Gojyo carried on. “Is that what the nuns taught you guys in the orphanage? Was that a secret nun umbrella-swinging fighting technique?”
And now Hakkai was laughing, thank god, actually cracking up, and Gojyo made a mental note to get him to laugh more often. It was a pretty sight. Hakkai wiped soapy water off his hands, rolled his sleeves down, leaned back on the sink and shrugged:
“Ah, well. Anything is a weapon when you’re in the right state of mind.”
“Hmm. I guess I never thought of that since I always have mine.”
“I still haven’t seen your weapon,” Hakkai said, softly, glancing at him through his thick eyelashes, and Gojyo had to make an effort not to take it the wrong way.
“Maybe later,” he said with a slow wink. “It’s pretty big, you know. Would be dangerous to bare it in the kitchen.”
Hakkai grinned appreciatively. He was kinda blushing, too, but it was probably the hot dish water making him flush.
“Well, it’s different for a human, of course. Even a spoon would be some help,” he picked one from the table and twirled it in his fingers, trying different grips. “It’s hard, it extends the reach. It will hurt a lot. Well-placed jab that hits a nerve can paralyze a whole limb.”
He took some swings at the invisible opponent to illustrate his words, aiming high and low, manoeuvring easily between the stove and the chairs. His footwork was impeccable.
“The handle is reasonably sharp,” he said. “It will rend flesh without much effort. If you hold it like this, it can serve as a punch dagger. It will go between the ribs, do lethal damage to the neck, will completely destroy an eyeball…”
The spoon danced in his fingers, almost faster than the eye could see. It reminded Gojyo of some nutcases from Banri’s old crowd who could never let go of their knives, always twirling them about, working on their speed. Hakkai could probably give them a run for their money. But the way he moved his feet, the way he held his shoulders – that was nothing like some alley thug with a homemade shiv. That was the swordsman’s form, that’s how Jien had taught him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve killed them with a fucking spoon,” Gojyo breathed, staring.
“Mm? No. Kitchen knife,” Hakkai set the spoon down and joined him at the table to pour the coffee. “Didn’t I tell you?”
Gojyo remembered washing mud and gore off his hands and seeing a bloody mass of blisters, some popped, some half-healed already, covering both his palms like a blanket. He’d just bandaged over them and never really thought about that again.
“Where did you learn to do all that?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Hakkai said lightly. “It’s just – there. Where did you learn to do all this?”
“All – what?” he asked, somewhat distracted. Hakkai’s long legs were stretched under the table, and he had to take care not to bump their knees together. He couldn’t remember if it used to be as awkward sharing this table with Banri – but then, if Banri’s legs were in the way, he’d just kick at them and tell him to move and that would be that.
“The things you do,” Hakkai explained. “The way you care about people. What you did for me, and for Banri-san. I’ve never known anyone who would – and there was nobody to teach you that.”
Gojyo looked at him for some kind of a clue – was that a joke or – but Hakkai was just sitting there with his back straight and stiff, carefully sipping his coffee, keeping his eyes on the cup. The way he always did after dropping a bomb like that, and Gojyo never knew what to do, what to say, if he was even supposed to say anything.
“Well, you’re wrong,” he said to fill the pause. “My – ”
It was a hot summer day then, so bright outside, and the sunlight pouring through the open door hurt his eyes when he tried to look up. Jien was a black shadow in the doorway, and he thought – maybe if I call him now, maybe if I run after him…
“Eh, whatever, let’s talk about something else,” he said, viciously stabbing the rest of his eggs with his chopsticks.
“Oh, of course,” nodded Hakkai and cleared his throat, and Gojyo propped his chin on one hand, ready to listen about medieval poetry, migrating birds or household items the two of them apparently couldn’t survive without. It didn’t really matter what it was - he liked watching Hakkai talk. The guy had a nice voice and never sulked if Gojyo happened to dose off in the middle of the story.
“So, you and Banri-san,” said Hakkai pleasantly. “Was it sexual?”
Gojyo startled, nearly jumping in his chair, and then their legs really did brush together. Hakkai didn’t move – maybe he hadn’t noticed. His calf was hard and tense against Gojyo’s, shaking a little, and it was weird because he was still smiling, eyes crinkled to narrow slits, apparently waiting for an answer.
“No,” Gojyo said. “Fuck no. Why would you even think that?”
“Ah,” Hakkai nodded thoughtfully. “Sha Gojyo is a ladies’ man. How could I have forgotten. I apologise, of course.”
He reached for the pot to refill their still mostly full cups and moved his legs, folding them under his chair. Gojyo stared into his plate and tried to think.
Sure, Hakkai was a nosy bastard, and his idea of normal chat between pals was just as weird as all his other ideas about normal stuff. But he wouldn’t – unless –
But even if he was reading this right, this wasn’t a good idea anyway. That’s why he’d never said anything and wasn’t planning to. These things always ended, and they never ended well. He didn’t want this to get ugly. He just wanted them to be buddies and roomies and for Hakkai to feel at home and mercilessly wake him up every day at the crack of the afternoon, feed him and talk to him and never look sad.
He also wanted their legs to be touching again.
“It’s not that,” he said. “You’ve seen Banri. No way is he hot enough for Gojyo-sama. Come on.”
“How perfectly vain of you,” said Hakkai with a soft smile.
“Yeah, well, look who’s talking. If your sister looked anything like you, she must have been totally stunning.”
Hakkai’s eyes flew to his, dark green and wide, and he knew that was exactly the worst thing he could have said.
“Yeah,” he grinned, firmly setting his cup down. “It’s a fucking miracle I manage to score at all. Right, let’s go to the temple already, if we don’t want to miss the market.”
“No, no, wait, Gojyo…”
Hakkai reached for him across the table, and the spoon caught on his sleeve and tumbled down, rattling on the floor.
“Don’t move, I’ll get it!” yelled Gojyo, because Hakkai was already scrambling after the stupid thing, and Gojyo really needed him to not get sidetracked and to finish whatever he was going to say. He ducked under the table, clumsy with haste, and rammed his forehead squarely into Hakkai’s surprisingly hard skull.
It was exactly the same spot where somebody’s boot had connected yesterday. For a moment he could only hiss and admire all the pretty stars, clutching the table leg to stay upright. Hakkai was muttering apologies and pressing the cold spoon against the bruise, and his fingers kept trying to force Gojyo’s eye open to check the pupil.
“I’m fine,” he managed. “Stop it, I’m fine.”
“Oh thank God,” sighed Hakkai and swayed forward, and suddenly his lips were on Gojyo’s skin, pressing small soothing kisses to his forehead around the edge of the spoon. Gojyo could smell coffee on his breath, could feel his body warmth rising out of his open shirt collar, and felt very, very dizzy and weak, as if he really had got a concussion this time.
He squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed Hakkai’s chin and kissed him on the mouth.
Hakkai’s lips were soft, as he always imagined they would be, bitter and warm from the coffee. He was very still, breathing fast through his nose, and Gojyo curled his fingers in the silky hair on Hakkai’s nape and kissed him again, recklessly hard. The spoon jingled on the floor tiles, and both Hakkai’s arms flew around him, pulling him closer.
Of all the things he thought would never happen between them, kissing under the kitchen table wasn’t even on the list. They were both kneeling down, necks bent uncomfortably, heads rubbing against the table top. A table leg was digging into his hip, and the chair was poking a sharp corner into his back, and it really would be better anywhere else, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t break away.
He’d never actually kissed a guy before, not like that. But it was so easy and right, like he’d always known just how to kiss Hakkai, like he’d spent years perfecting the skill. It was all there and was coming back now like an old memory – the sounds he made, his palms on Gojyo’s skin, the way he shivered when Gojyo ran his hand down the sharp knobs of his spine. His breath was gusting on Gojyo’s cheek, and his mouth was unbearably sweet, and it felt like vertigo, like falling down, deeper and deeper, into something bright and wonderful.
When Hakkai pulled back, his lips were moist and flushed red, and Gojyo was so hard he couldn’t speak. He wanted so badly to say something – hey, let’s kiss some more, hey, wanna see my weapon – but nothing was coming out. All he could do was pant like a dog and grin stupidly, and wonder how Hakkai’s fingers would feel curling around his dick.
“Come to think of it,” said Hakkai unsteadily. “Sanzo is probably busy right now. With, uh, temple things. We don’t have to go just yet.”
And they didn’t.
Title: Breakfast
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: 58
Notes: I got randomly bunnied by the old and long fulfilled
yaoi_challenge request by psycho_shoelace: Hakkai x Gojyo: Set in the ‘Burial’ period (meaning: before the journey). Sexual tension has been building up between both since they met, with nothing actually happening. How can an episode involving a spoon change it all? Many thanks to
hibem for betaing!Gojyo woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and loud clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Hakkai’d once again randomly decided that his roommate had gotten enough sleep already and cranked the household noises up a notch. Gojyo’d only tried to sleep through that twice. Didn’t take longer to figure out how useless resistance was.
He staggered to the kitchen, scratching at the edges of his bandages. When they got back from the doctor, he’d collapsed into bed pretty much right away, and now he didn’t know what to expect. Hakkai seemed all normal yesterday, but maybe now that he’d slept on it he’d feel different. After all, he didn’t want any of that, didn’t want to be dragged into anything shady, didn’t want to have to fight any more. He’d said so: he wanted a quiet life.
Hakkai greeted him with a smile and started serving breakfast. He looked bright and well-rested. In a good mood, even.
“How are you feeling, Gojyo?”
“Alright. You?”
“Oh, I’m fine, thank you, I wasn’t hurt at all. I’ve been compiling an estimate of our expenses for Sanzo, so, if anybody asks, you had a concussion. We should go to the market later – with that money we can finally get some of the kitchen equipment we really need.”
“Um, okay,” said Gojyo, eyeing the eggs with deep ambivalence. He still felt a bit queasy, concussion or not. “Good to see you’re – uh – Look, about yesterday.”
He took a breath, not at all sure what to say, but Hakkai seemed to have understood.
“I guess I am a bit too excited for the man who’d – but I’m happy about that,” he said, drying the dishes with the new towel he bought the other week. It was large and chequered and seemed to take up too much space in the kitchen, even when it was just neatly hung on the peg. Gojyo’d never had a kitchen with a dish towel before. “It might sound horrific, but I feel no remorse. I was in a position to help you. My past made me the perfect person to do so, and I can’t feel sorry about that.”
Gojyo blinked at the table, resolutely picked up the chopsticks and stuffed his mouth full of greasy food before he could say anything stupid.
“It’s strange, though,” Hakkai said. “Just two days ago we were talking – right here – about not knowing each other well enough, and now you’ve seen more of me than I ever wanted you to.”
He trailed off, still working on the dishes with his back to Gojyo. The porcelain was squeaking loudly under the cloth, and Hakkai’s shoulders were tense and hunched like he was digging a ditch or breaking rocks.
“I know,” Gojyo said, swallowing the food. “Umbrellas, man. Fucking umbrellas! Seriously. I couldn’t believe it. You were swinging them like you’ve studied umbrella-fu since you were five!”
Hakkai made a small choked sound and carefully set the last plate down.
“Or maybe you have?” Gojyo carried on. “Is that what the nuns taught you guys in the orphanage? Was that a secret nun umbrella-swinging fighting technique?”
And now Hakkai was laughing, thank god, actually cracking up, and Gojyo made a mental note to get him to laugh more often. It was a pretty sight. Hakkai wiped soapy water off his hands, rolled his sleeves down, leaned back on the sink and shrugged:
“Ah, well. Anything is a weapon when you’re in the right state of mind.”
“Hmm. I guess I never thought of that since I always have mine.”
“I still haven’t seen your weapon,” Hakkai said, softly, glancing at him through his thick eyelashes, and Gojyo had to make an effort not to take it the wrong way.
“Maybe later,” he said with a slow wink. “It’s pretty big, you know. Would be dangerous to bare it in the kitchen.”
Hakkai grinned appreciatively. He was kinda blushing, too, but it was probably the hot dish water making him flush.
“Well, it’s different for a human, of course. Even a spoon would be some help,” he picked one from the table and twirled it in his fingers, trying different grips. “It’s hard, it extends the reach. It will hurt a lot. Well-placed jab that hits a nerve can paralyze a whole limb.”
He took some swings at the invisible opponent to illustrate his words, aiming high and low, manoeuvring easily between the stove and the chairs. His footwork was impeccable.
“The handle is reasonably sharp,” he said. “It will rend flesh without much effort. If you hold it like this, it can serve as a punch dagger. It will go between the ribs, do lethal damage to the neck, will completely destroy an eyeball…”
The spoon danced in his fingers, almost faster than the eye could see. It reminded Gojyo of some nutcases from Banri’s old crowd who could never let go of their knives, always twirling them about, working on their speed. Hakkai could probably give them a run for their money. But the way he moved his feet, the way he held his shoulders – that was nothing like some alley thug with a homemade shiv. That was the swordsman’s form, that’s how Jien had taught him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve killed them with a fucking spoon,” Gojyo breathed, staring.
“Mm? No. Kitchen knife,” Hakkai set the spoon down and joined him at the table to pour the coffee. “Didn’t I tell you?”
Gojyo remembered washing mud and gore off his hands and seeing a bloody mass of blisters, some popped, some half-healed already, covering both his palms like a blanket. He’d just bandaged over them and never really thought about that again.
“Where did you learn to do all that?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Hakkai said lightly. “It’s just – there. Where did you learn to do all this?”
“All – what?” he asked, somewhat distracted. Hakkai’s long legs were stretched under the table, and he had to take care not to bump their knees together. He couldn’t remember if it used to be as awkward sharing this table with Banri – but then, if Banri’s legs were in the way, he’d just kick at them and tell him to move and that would be that.
“The things you do,” Hakkai explained. “The way you care about people. What you did for me, and for Banri-san. I’ve never known anyone who would – and there was nobody to teach you that.”
Gojyo looked at him for some kind of a clue – was that a joke or – but Hakkai was just sitting there with his back straight and stiff, carefully sipping his coffee, keeping his eyes on the cup. The way he always did after dropping a bomb like that, and Gojyo never knew what to do, what to say, if he was even supposed to say anything.
“Well, you’re wrong,” he said to fill the pause. “My – ”
It was a hot summer day then, so bright outside, and the sunlight pouring through the open door hurt his eyes when he tried to look up. Jien was a black shadow in the doorway, and he thought – maybe if I call him now, maybe if I run after him…
“Eh, whatever, let’s talk about something else,” he said, viciously stabbing the rest of his eggs with his chopsticks.
“Oh, of course,” nodded Hakkai and cleared his throat, and Gojyo propped his chin on one hand, ready to listen about medieval poetry, migrating birds or household items the two of them apparently couldn’t survive without. It didn’t really matter what it was - he liked watching Hakkai talk. The guy had a nice voice and never sulked if Gojyo happened to dose off in the middle of the story.
“So, you and Banri-san,” said Hakkai pleasantly. “Was it sexual?”
Gojyo startled, nearly jumping in his chair, and then their legs really did brush together. Hakkai didn’t move – maybe he hadn’t noticed. His calf was hard and tense against Gojyo’s, shaking a little, and it was weird because he was still smiling, eyes crinkled to narrow slits, apparently waiting for an answer.
“No,” Gojyo said. “Fuck no. Why would you even think that?”
“Ah,” Hakkai nodded thoughtfully. “Sha Gojyo is a ladies’ man. How could I have forgotten. I apologise, of course.”
He reached for the pot to refill their still mostly full cups and moved his legs, folding them under his chair. Gojyo stared into his plate and tried to think.
Sure, Hakkai was a nosy bastard, and his idea of normal chat between pals was just as weird as all his other ideas about normal stuff. But he wouldn’t – unless –
But even if he was reading this right, this wasn’t a good idea anyway. That’s why he’d never said anything and wasn’t planning to. These things always ended, and they never ended well. He didn’t want this to get ugly. He just wanted them to be buddies and roomies and for Hakkai to feel at home and mercilessly wake him up every day at the crack of the afternoon, feed him and talk to him and never look sad.
He also wanted their legs to be touching again.
“It’s not that,” he said. “You’ve seen Banri. No way is he hot enough for Gojyo-sama. Come on.”
“How perfectly vain of you,” said Hakkai with a soft smile.
“Yeah, well, look who’s talking. If your sister looked anything like you, she must have been totally stunning.”
Hakkai’s eyes flew to his, dark green and wide, and he knew that was exactly the worst thing he could have said.
“Yeah,” he grinned, firmly setting his cup down. “It’s a fucking miracle I manage to score at all. Right, let’s go to the temple already, if we don’t want to miss the market.”
“No, no, wait, Gojyo…”
Hakkai reached for him across the table, and the spoon caught on his sleeve and tumbled down, rattling on the floor.
“Don’t move, I’ll get it!” yelled Gojyo, because Hakkai was already scrambling after the stupid thing, and Gojyo really needed him to not get sidetracked and to finish whatever he was going to say. He ducked under the table, clumsy with haste, and rammed his forehead squarely into Hakkai’s surprisingly hard skull.
It was exactly the same spot where somebody’s boot had connected yesterday. For a moment he could only hiss and admire all the pretty stars, clutching the table leg to stay upright. Hakkai was muttering apologies and pressing the cold spoon against the bruise, and his fingers kept trying to force Gojyo’s eye open to check the pupil.
“I’m fine,” he managed. “Stop it, I’m fine.”
“Oh thank God,” sighed Hakkai and swayed forward, and suddenly his lips were on Gojyo’s skin, pressing small soothing kisses to his forehead around the edge of the spoon. Gojyo could smell coffee on his breath, could feel his body warmth rising out of his open shirt collar, and felt very, very dizzy and weak, as if he really had got a concussion this time.
He squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed Hakkai’s chin and kissed him on the mouth.
Hakkai’s lips were soft, as he always imagined they would be, bitter and warm from the coffee. He was very still, breathing fast through his nose, and Gojyo curled his fingers in the silky hair on Hakkai’s nape and kissed him again, recklessly hard. The spoon jingled on the floor tiles, and both Hakkai’s arms flew around him, pulling him closer.
Of all the things he thought would never happen between them, kissing under the kitchen table wasn’t even on the list. They were both kneeling down, necks bent uncomfortably, heads rubbing against the table top. A table leg was digging into his hip, and the chair was poking a sharp corner into his back, and it really would be better anywhere else, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t break away.
He’d never actually kissed a guy before, not like that. But it was so easy and right, like he’d always known just how to kiss Hakkai, like he’d spent years perfecting the skill. It was all there and was coming back now like an old memory – the sounds he made, his palms on Gojyo’s skin, the way he shivered when Gojyo ran his hand down the sharp knobs of his spine. His breath was gusting on Gojyo’s cheek, and his mouth was unbearably sweet, and it felt like vertigo, like falling down, deeper and deeper, into something bright and wonderful.
When Hakkai pulled back, his lips were moist and flushed red, and Gojyo was so hard he couldn’t speak. He wanted so badly to say something – hey, let’s kiss some more, hey, wanna see my weapon – but nothing was coming out. All he could do was pant like a dog and grin stupidly, and wonder how Hakkai’s fingers would feel curling around his dick.
“Come to think of it,” said Hakkai unsteadily. “Sanzo is probably busy right now. With, uh, temple things. We don’t have to go just yet.”
And they didn’t.
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Date: 2006-08-05 09:41 pm (UTC)I really, really enjoyed this. I think you nailed Gojyo perfectly. The perfect mixture of suave and awkward. And I loved the pacing, and how the plot moved.
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Date: 2006-08-05 10:07 pm (UTC)*melts*
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Date: 2006-08-05 11:26 pm (UTC)Great fic!!
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Date: 2006-08-06 12:01 am (UTC)there was nobody to teach you that.”
That really gets to the heart of them somehow - it's great.
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Date: 2006-08-06 09:25 am (UTC)So much love for the way you write this dynamic, all sensual and precariously balanced and not-quite-dangerous-but-only-not-quite, brittle and right there like summer mornings.
um. *fangirling*
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Date: 2006-08-06 01:47 pm (UTC)And the practices of home that the two of them have got down. Gojyo woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and loud clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Hakkai’d once again randomly decided that his roommate had gotten enough sleep already and cranked the household noises up a notch. Gojyo’d only tried to sleep through that twice. Didn’t take longer to figure out how useless resistance was. Loved it so much.
Was there some Gaiden slipping through, because when Gojyo was thinking about the familiarity of kissing the Hakkai. Wow.
Sanzo is busy, very busy. And the weapon part? INNUENDO!
“I still haven’t seen your weapon,” Hakkai said, softly, glancing at him through his thick eyelashes, and Gojyo had to make an effort not to take it the wrong way.
“Maybe later,” he said with a slow wink. “It’s pretty big, you know. Would be dangerous to bare it in the kitchen.”
Gojyo could make anything sound absolutely lecherous. *sighs* You 85 day people made my morning.
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Date: 2006-08-06 02:53 pm (UTC)And the humor!
...and mercilessly wake him up every day at the crack of the afternoon...
Perfect!
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Date: 2006-08-06 08:36 pm (UTC)completely, just awkward, and so so *fails to find right word* I loved it.
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Date: 2006-08-06 11:00 pm (UTC)Hahahah. That killed me. :) Anyways, can I just say how much I absolutely loved this fic! The way you captured all the sweetness, awkwardness, and moments of just connecting between Gojyo and Hakkai...seriously, this has got to be one of my favorite Saiyuki fics. :) Also, this just confirms that I would never want to meet Hakkai in a dark alley.
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Date: 2006-08-10 06:04 pm (UTC)(It HAS been about a month and a half since I could just sit down and read fic, so I may be a little excitable, but this was SO good. ♥ )
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Date: 2006-08-14 10:03 pm (UTC)Mmm, shower icon...
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Date: 2006-08-14 10:12 pm (UTC)Ooh, and allow me fangirl all over your icon there with the blur and the hotness and the guh.
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Date: 2006-10-09 02:18 am (UTC)Hakkai's perfectly placed killer questions! “So, you and Banri-san,” said Hakkai pleasantly. “Was it sexual?” Almost got tea in my nose.
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Date: 2007-02-23 03:02 am (UTC)hahaha! That was sweet and funny! Loved it! Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2007-10-08 03:26 am (UTC)Thanks for this. These guys are so good together, and I liked the simultaneous awkwardness and sweetness of this.