Saiyuki ficlets

[louiselux]

Two more easter ficlets, both Saiyuki

mistressrenet asked for Gojyo, chocolate, delectable and who am I to argue.


It was usually better to come at life's pleasures from an oblique angle, Hakkai thought. Far safer to sidle up to a thing rather than show it your face straight on in case one scared it away, or stopped it from happening merely by wanting it too much. Small pleasures, unthinkingly taken.

So he didn’t dwell on why he occasionally liked to buy chocolate for Gojyo to eat. It made him happy to see Gojyo's smile of genuine delight, because Gojyo loved chocolate and would make a display of how much he enjoyed eating it: sucking each piece until it melted utterly on his tongue, then licking his fingers and lips, serious concentration and then afterwards a slow curl to his lips as he said thank you.

It was sensible to give him the chocolate after dinner, when the body could digest it more readily, but that wasn't the only reason. After dinner, if there was chocolate, Gojyo would sit at the table with him, his hair tossed back over his shoulders and his shirt open and eat it bit by bit in front of him, breaking the dark, scented squares off one by one. The smell of it would fill the room and Hakkai would watch under his lashes and sip coffee and cross his legs and not think too much at all. Small pleasures indeed. Delight. How delectable that chocolate must be.

There was satisfaction in being empty, in starving oneself and going hungry, but life was not possible without something to feed on, however small.

Sometimes he took a piece of it for himself, just to revel in the melting it gave him in the pit of his stomach; not only at the sweetness but at the sight of Gojyo's mouth, sweet itself and parted, as Gojyo watched him eat it.



alarielle asked for Sanzo/Goku discussing the distribution of chocolate eggs (am spotting a theme here!)



'How old are you?'

'You know how old I am! Five hundred and twenty five last month. Sanzo-- give me some of those eggs!'

'No. The older you get the less you're supposed to like sweet things. I'm having them.'

They were sitting on Sanzo's bed, six chocolate eggs in gaudy paper lying between them

'Sanzo, that's not fair! Or even true. Anyway, you’re even older than me, so you shouldn’t want them either.'

Goku was far better at spotting the flaws in Sanzo's arguments recently, annoyingly, although it was a weak argument to begin with, he admitted. They shared a room these days and Goku watched him with careful, steadfast eyes. Sanzo didn't entirely like it, but he didn’t entirely hate it either, which was surprising.

'Whose are they, monkey? Who paid for them?'

'Well. Okay. You did. No, the Sanbutsushin! See, they’re not even yours, because you didn't pay for them either.'

'Stupid!' Sanzo said. 'I get a salary from the temple. How do you think it's paid?'

He waved the gold card in Goku's face.

'Oh. But Sanzo, the chocolate!'

The last word came out as something very like a wail and Sanzo had to bite his lip to stop the grin. The urge to bash Goku over the head with his fan was still strong but he'd stopped doing it so much recently and that was surprising too. It just didn't seem right. He must be getting old and soft. Or something.

'Here,' he said, dividing them into two piles-- four in one and two in the other. 'Which one do you want?'

Goku sucked at his lower lip and pointed to the smaller pile. Sanzo looked at him, then took Goku's finger and pointed it instead at the bigger pile.

'Be honest, Goku.'

'Sanzo... '

'You were always going to get the most. You always do.'

Goku smiled and they sat together and ate them, talking quietly of everything, and nothing.

Comments

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yes, the strange twisted Saiyuki-logic of that is quite boggling.

Glad you liked it and that they were at least a bit IC. :-)