Samurai Champloo and Good Omens/Saiyuki ficlets

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Two more easter ficlets:

jamjar asked for Samurai Champloo and only one blanket



'You must've dropped it. How careless,' said Jin

'Careless! You bastard. I'm going to freeze tonight.'

The blanket wasn't anywhere, not in Jin's pack, or on the road and he'd gone back half a mile in the snow to look. Ice crystals gusted in under the rough-cut plank of wood that could only be loosely called a door and their small fire danced wildly, sending orange shadows flickering. The stable smelled of smoke, frozen water, hay and horse shit.

Fuu rolled tighter into her own blanket and tucked it up around her head. 'Don't think you're sharing with me,' came her voice, muffled. 'Jin, don’t be mean,' she added, then turned over. 'Sleep tight.'

Jin didn't look at him or say anything, but took off his spectacles, tucked them into his pack, and pulled his blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes.

'Aww, man,' Mugen muttered, after a few minutes. He put his feet near the fire and stared at it. 'I didn't want to share with you anyway. You'd probably want to touch my ass anyway … '

'You think a lot of yourself. It's not that tempting.'

Jin was holding up a corner of his blanket, his eyes as dark and unreadable as ever. 'Come here,' he said.

'Huh.' It was as warm as he was ever going to get tonight, so he crawled across and got under. There was straw underneath them and, after a few minutes, Jin's solid warmth began to seep into him. That was better. There was something good about being so near to someone else and just sleeping, safe in the warmth and comfort. Jin grew heavy against his side, pressing against him a little more as his breathing slowed.

'Don’t snore,' murmured Jin, sounding on the edge of sleep, his voice soft and very close to Mugen's ear. Even his breath was warm. 'Or I'll have to kill you.'

'Let's just sleep for now,' said Mugen, around a yawn. 'You can kill me in the morning.'



daegaer asked for Goku and Aziraphale and creamcakes.



A man came to Chang'An one day, to visit the temple, he said, as part of his pilgrimage. He had a round white face and looked like he didn’t get enough exercise.

Sanzo had looked at him through narrowed eyes, untrusting and rude. He'd blown smoke in his face and the man had smiled politely, although it had dropped off his face quick enough when Sanzo stalked off.

'Who is he, Sanzo?' he'd asked, alight with curiosity.

'Just someone. Stay away from him. I don't trust him at all,' Sanzo had snapped.

Goku ignored this advice as discreetly as he was able and eventually found him next morning; he was sitting on the edge of a stone fountain in the temple gardens, eating something.

'Hello,' Goku said, on his best behaviour, because even if Sanzo said not to trust him, there was food involved and that changed everything. 'What are you eating? Is it a cake?'

The man started guiltily and put it down. 'Oh. Um, yes.' He smiled. 'The cooks here are very generous-- they made these for me. Would you like one? I'm being awfully greedy, I'm afraid, taking them all for myself.'

'Yes, please!' The cake, sweet, sticky and filled with cream, was half gone before Goku managed to take a breath and thank him.

'Son Goku,' said the man, suddenly.

Goku looked up. 'You know my name?'

'I was hoping I might have the chance to see you, Goku,' said the man.

Up close he had nice eyes, soft and gentle-looking but with something else too. His smile was brilliant and wide. Goku wondered what Sanzo saw when he looked at him that made him scowl so much.

'Are you staying here long?' he asked, taking another offered cake. 'We could be friends and I can show you all the best places to eat!'

'No. I don't think Sanzo-sama quite approves of me, the silly thing. Still, it can't be helped. I just wanted to see you, dear boy.'

The man put his hand on Goku's head, fingers brushing over his limiter. Goku felt it-- it sent a shiver over his skin.

'Do you know what this is for?' the man asked.

'Well,' Goku stopped,  conscious of how little he knew. Sanzo never mentioned it. Goku dimly remembered it coming off once and that he'd broken a lot of things and afterwards Sanzo had been angry, his face pale and pinched and his hands shaking. 'Not really.'

The man's face sagged a little and his smile had faded. 'Someone needs to have a word with that young man,' he said, as if to himself. 'I'm not really looking forward to it.'

The wind rustled through the trees and the water in the stone fountain chuckled to itself, its voice like that of a woman, far away and gently amused.