Saiyuki Fic - Misunderstood
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louiseluxFirst of all, thanks so much to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ranalore for the brilliant remix of my fic Layers. Her remix is: Feast on Scraps (Variation on a Theme of Layers) (Sanzo/Hakkai/Gojyo, NC-17).
Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Misunderstood
Rating: worksafe
Notes: this was written for the Remix IV challenge. The original story is Boiling Point bykarotsamused. It's not essential to read them both together, but I think it's interesting to see how differently we approach the characters.
Summary: Resentment spills over between Gojyo and Hakkai
Misunderstood
Gojyo jerked awake. His backside was numb and something was not right.
"You forgot your key, Gojyo-san," Hakkai said, from somewhere above him. His voice was horribly flat. "Again."
"Yeah, silly me," Gojyo mumbled, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Hakkai stood in front of the lowering sun, blocking the light, his face in shadow. "Where've you been all this time?"
Gojyo's back ached from being propped against the door for so long and his skin was sticky with day-long sweat. Hakkai stepped over Gojyo's legs without waiting for him to move.
"The parent meetings overran," Hakkai said, going inside and dumping a pile of papers on the table. He swept Gojyo's empty beer cans into the rubbish bag, along with the contents of the ashtray. He set it back down with a loud clunk. "I told you it was tonight, Gojyo-san."
Gojyo-san. Not this again. Hakkai had promised to stop calling him that. To someone who hadn't lived with him for six months, Hakkai might sound perfectly reasonable. He smiled at Gojyo and it was clear something was very wrong.
"I forgot," Gojyo said, with the first stirrings of resentment.
He'd been the one left waiting on the step, after all. He yawned and stretched and attempted to ignore the sharply down-turned corners of Hakkai's mouth. He wondered if the effort of asking what was wrong was even worth it. Hakkai probably wouldn't tell him anyway, at least not in actual words.
He huffed out a breath and slumped down at the table, shoving limp hair out of his eyes. The kitchen was stuffy with the accumulated heat of the day and everything he touched was clammy, even the scrubbed wood of the table. If Hakkai's blank politeness was driving Gojyo slowly insane in his own home, Gojyo wasn't about to give in. It wasn't his fault that recently Hakkai got uptight about every little thing that Gojyo did. Failed to do.
"I see," Hakkai said. "I expect you haven't eaten."
"Right," Gojyo said. Hakkai didn't reply. "Didya pick up any decent gossip tonight?" he went on, because small talk was better than no talk when Hakkai was like this, and Gojyo had learnt that sometimes Hakkai could be drawn out with idle chatter, sometimes even made to laugh and then things would better.
He looked at the stack of notes Hakkai had made in his neat handwriting, black ink on white paper. He could pick out one word in five, maybe. Better than six months ago. Before Hakkai, as he thought of it.
"Yes, quite a bit actually," Hakkai said.
Hakkai's voice was tight and pained. He laid the chopping board flat and fished out some carrots and celery from the cupboard and ranked them neatly under his knife. He seized a carrot and looked at it, then laid it carefully down as if was made of glass. Then he put the knife down too, laying it neatly next to the carrot.
"So-- gonna let me in on it?" Gojyo said after a long pause.
He wasn't sure he even wanted to know, but Hakkai's shoulders were set rigid. He only wanted a cold beer, a cool breeze and whatever it was Hakkai was making for dinner, but Hakkai was now standing utterly still at the kitchen counter, his head bowed. Gojyo watched him carefully, but he still wasn't ready when Hakkai shook his head, then stepped over and punched him, right on the nose.
It hurt. Gojyo had no words for how much it hurt, mostly because he was busy gasping with the stomach-clenching shock of it. He staggered from his chair, hand flying up to catch the spurt of blood. He had no words either when Hakkai followed it with a sharp kick to his left shin, unfair for a man already down. He gasped and simultaneously tried to grab his shin and his nose and run away and protest.
"Auugh-- ooh hib be! Inna dose!"
"You deserve it, and more."
"Hakkai, stob," and he failed to dodge another blow because Hakkai was fast, like a striking snake.
Hakkai's open palm met his cheek with a loud crack. Salt water flew from his eyes.
"Wha--why?" Gojyo managed.
"I talked to June-san today," Gojyo heard him say, through his fog of pain. "For a very long time. That was why I was so late."
June? Oh, that June.
"June the hottie, right?"
Hakkai smiled a ghastly smile and shook his head.
"I'd expect you to see her that way. My interest is professional-- "
June was hot. Hakkai didn't let anyone get close. He needed-- something. Gojyo put the two together and decided not to care if they didn't add up. Beyond the agonising throb in his nose and the ache in his shin, he had an abrupt surge of satisfaction and he couldn't stop his mouth twisting into a humourless grin. Trust Hakkai not to actually bother explaining before he let his remaining marbles run free.
"Professional interest my ass," Gojyo said, stumbling up and back to put the door safely in reach, because he wasn't a complete fool. "Is this what this is all about?"
"You're despicable," Hakkai said loudly. "She's the mother of one of my students. How dare you imagine-- "
"What? Imagine you might wanna fuck someone now and then? There's nothing wrong with that. Loosen up. Enjoy yourself."
Even as he said them he knew the words were the wrong ones, but he didn't care. He wanted to say the wrong thing. Maybe say even wronger things, if Hakkai believed he was such a worthless pile of crap. 'Despicable' stung even worse than the crack on the cheek.
"-- dare imagine I am anything like you," Hakkai finished, as if Gojyo hadn't spoken. Hakkai had closed his eyes and his fists were clenched.
"What?" Gojyo said. He hadn't fully heard the words, because he was too distracted by the tone.
He got that straight away and his stomach did a small flip. It was a tone of voice he'd had turned his way all his life, but never from Hakkai. Revulsion. Disgust. He took his hand away and saw all the blood smeared on it. Maybe this wasn't all about June after all. He frowned, staring at it.
"What makes you think I would lower myself-- " Hakkai began, then stopped.
Maybe Hakkai realised they were in danger of tipping over some invisible stop-line, one they'd never crossed before. Maybe he was just pausing to enjoy the moment, Gojyo couldn't tell. Did Hakkai really feel like this about him? His stomach shrank to a small cold fist and he wanted to be sick.
"What were you gonna say?" and his voice sounded faint in his ears, but now, underneath the stinging hurt, he was getting angry: a slow, dull burn rising up through him. It felt good, like he'd been waiting for this for a long time and if Hakkai wanted to go for it Gojyo wasn't going to hang back. "Lower yourself to... my level? Yeah? That's what you meant. Listen, there's nothing wrong with wanting to-- live a little. To enjoy yourself."
"You're a fool, Gojyo, to think anything you do is about enjoyment," Hakkai said, and now his tone was cold and patient, like a man explaining something to a dim child.
A lazy stupid dirty halfbreed child.
Perhaps Hakkai saw something in his face, because he licked his lower lip once, quickly, like someone hungry and anticipating a meal. Gojyo kicked the wooden kitchen chair, hard enough to send it skidding and squeaking across the floor to the wall, where it tipped over with a crash. He hardly heard it.
"Shut up," he said, wiping the blood from his nose. Drops of it flicked over his shirt and dripped down onto the floor. "You've got no right to say stuff like that. Not to me. Not when-- "
"You're a hypocrite," Hakkai said, his knuckles tight. "You don't care about the women you use."
"What? No. You don't get to say that about me, not until you finally fucking decide to join the living," he snarled.
Hakkai blinked, and Gojyo stopped. He was hot all over, even his face, but inside he felt cold and his breath was coming too quick. Hakkai was watching him, and Gojyo suddenly wondered where this was going to end. Because Hakkai looked wild about the eyes and his mouth was open as if he was panting. Gojyo found himself backing away, just slightly, poising himself to run or to fight. It wouldn't get that bad between them, would it? But Hakkai had hit him, three times. There was blood on the floor, blood on his shirt. Hakkai was staring at it, at him.
"June-san lives alone. She has no money for her son's education. The father of her child left her and people pour scorn on them everyday. Did you think she needed to be used by you as well? How enjoyable for her."
Hakkai's voice was rising, becoming impossibly loud. Gojyo wanted to clap his hands over his ears and shut it out. Hakkai was breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a mile, or-- or had some quality time with June. Because June was good, even though he'd never bothered calling her back after that one time. Her kid was cute, too. He liked to act tough but anyone could see he loved his mom. Shit. Maybe he was despicable. He wanted to run over and crunch his fist into Hakkai's face. The need and the anger trembled through his muscles and he clenched both fists, ready.
"It's not like I forced her. You're makin' it sound bad," he said, so loud that his voice seemed to bounce off the walls and back into his own ears. "She had a real good time. So did I," he added, and it even sounded halfway convincing. "But I guess you wouldn't understand things like that."
"Good times? Oh, I think I do," Hakkai said, softly now, his lips curving into a smile. "Too well. But perhaps we wouldn't have the same tastes."
A shudder crept down Gojyo's spine. Maybe it had been a mistake to ask Hakkai to loosen up if he was going to say things like this. Hakkai's idea of fun might be-- different to everyone else's. His limiters glinted dully on his ear and Gojyo was suddenly sure Hakkai knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Hakkai-- " he began, struggling for calm.
"What are you using all those women for, exactly?" Hakkai cut in, cold and politely curious. "Are you that lonely?"
Hakkai. Anger clenched his jaw shut. He could tell himself it was directed at Hakkai, but that wasn't really true.
"I'm not lonely," he snarled. "I-- that's not what it's about. It's just fun," he said, but that sounded pathetic, even to himself.
"June has a different opinion."
"Right. Whatever. Just sleep with her if that's what you want. Get down to my level, yeah? Don't be such a fucking coward," he said, loud enough to make Hakkai flinch, and this wasn't about June anymore, if it ever had been. "But don't take it out on me if you don't even understand what the fuck you are."
Gojyo stumbled back. He hadn't meant to say that. He was shaking, he realised. His words echoed in the silent room, coming back to him as if he was yelling at himself, not Hakkai, and now Hakkai's face was crumpling in a way he didn't like. He'd only wanted to sit and watch Hakkai cook, to drink beer, play cards and to escape from the rest of the world and now it was falling around his ears.
"I'm not a coward," Hakkai said, and he sounded confused, like he didn't quite believe himself, or he'd forgotten what else he was going to deny.
"Look, me and June-- it wasn't wrong. I just didn't want to stay with her. It was only sex-- no big deal."
"But she needs so much more than that," Hakkai said, and it was almost a plea.
"Yeah, but what good would I be to her, anyway?" Gojyo said, too loudly.
"Oh, Gojyo," Hakkai said, after a brief, tremulous silence.
Gojyo's anger faded, leaving his limbs thick and heavy and sore. His knees shook and he wanted to sit down, badly. He took a deep breath. Right, time to shut the fuck up. Hakkai's eyes were huge and dark and he looked almost like he'd been the one to get hit. Gojyo thought for one awful moment that Hakkai was going to cry. No, this wasn't about June at all.
"Just-- don't. I don't understand you. You could have anyone you wanted." So, not shutting up after all then, apparently. "What're you so afraid of?"
"Everything," Hakkai said, softly.
The room was almost dark now, except for the faint ruddy glow of the sunset through the kitchen window. It was a little cooler too. The sound of crickets singing in the long, dry grass floated through the open door and far away a pheasant screeched in the woods, a long clucking cry that faded away.
A carrot rolled off the chopping board and fell with a clunk to the wooden floor. They both jumped. Gojyo found himself nodding, which he supposed must mean he agreed, or understood, at least. His nose really fucking stung. The carrot rolled over to Hakkai's foot and they both watched it. Hakkai stepped closer.
"Ow," Gojyo muttered, touching the swelling with one careful finger.
"I'm sorry," Hakkai said, looking miserably at his feet.
"Yeah," Gojyo mumbled. "But you meant every word."
Hakkai studied his shoes a little more, as if they had something written on them. He bent down and scooped up the carrot. "Maybe only half of them," he said to it, then looked up and met Gojyo's eyes.
"Heh. Me too."
"Her son reminded me of you."
"Loud and bratty?"
Hakkai shook his head.
"Misunderstood."
"Oh. Well."
"Would you like me to-- " and he gestured at Gojyo's bloody nose.
"Nah. Ice is fine," he said, padding over to the refrigerator.
"But-- "
"It's fine." Hakkai sat down at the table. Gojyo heard him take a deep breath, then another. "You want a beer?"
"Yes please, Gojyo."
Gojyo smiled to himself, then winced at the pain. He plonked a bottle down in front of Hakkai and slumped opposite with a bag of ice. Hakkai took a sip and watched him warily.
"Next time, don't punch me the face without a damn good reason."
"Agreed," said Hakkai.
ranalore for the brilliant remix of my fic Layers. Her remix is: Feast on Scraps (Variation on a Theme of Layers) (Sanzo/Hakkai/Gojyo, NC-17).Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Misunderstood
Rating: worksafe
Notes: this was written for the Remix IV challenge. The original story is Boiling Point by
karotsamused. It's not essential to read them both together, but I think it's interesting to see how differently we approach the characters. Summary: Resentment spills over between Gojyo and Hakkai
Misunderstood
Gojyo jerked awake. His backside was numb and something was not right.
"You forgot your key, Gojyo-san," Hakkai said, from somewhere above him. His voice was horribly flat. "Again."
"Yeah, silly me," Gojyo mumbled, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Hakkai stood in front of the lowering sun, blocking the light, his face in shadow. "Where've you been all this time?"
Gojyo's back ached from being propped against the door for so long and his skin was sticky with day-long sweat. Hakkai stepped over Gojyo's legs without waiting for him to move.
"The parent meetings overran," Hakkai said, going inside and dumping a pile of papers on the table. He swept Gojyo's empty beer cans into the rubbish bag, along with the contents of the ashtray. He set it back down with a loud clunk. "I told you it was tonight, Gojyo-san."
Gojyo-san. Not this again. Hakkai had promised to stop calling him that. To someone who hadn't lived with him for six months, Hakkai might sound perfectly reasonable. He smiled at Gojyo and it was clear something was very wrong.
"I forgot," Gojyo said, with the first stirrings of resentment.
He'd been the one left waiting on the step, after all. He yawned and stretched and attempted to ignore the sharply down-turned corners of Hakkai's mouth. He wondered if the effort of asking what was wrong was even worth it. Hakkai probably wouldn't tell him anyway, at least not in actual words.
He huffed out a breath and slumped down at the table, shoving limp hair out of his eyes. The kitchen was stuffy with the accumulated heat of the day and everything he touched was clammy, even the scrubbed wood of the table. If Hakkai's blank politeness was driving Gojyo slowly insane in his own home, Gojyo wasn't about to give in. It wasn't his fault that recently Hakkai got uptight about every little thing that Gojyo did. Failed to do.
"I see," Hakkai said. "I expect you haven't eaten."
"Right," Gojyo said. Hakkai didn't reply. "Didya pick up any decent gossip tonight?" he went on, because small talk was better than no talk when Hakkai was like this, and Gojyo had learnt that sometimes Hakkai could be drawn out with idle chatter, sometimes even made to laugh and then things would better.
He looked at the stack of notes Hakkai had made in his neat handwriting, black ink on white paper. He could pick out one word in five, maybe. Better than six months ago. Before Hakkai, as he thought of it.
"Yes, quite a bit actually," Hakkai said.
Hakkai's voice was tight and pained. He laid the chopping board flat and fished out some carrots and celery from the cupboard and ranked them neatly under his knife. He seized a carrot and looked at it, then laid it carefully down as if was made of glass. Then he put the knife down too, laying it neatly next to the carrot.
"So-- gonna let me in on it?" Gojyo said after a long pause.
He wasn't sure he even wanted to know, but Hakkai's shoulders were set rigid. He only wanted a cold beer, a cool breeze and whatever it was Hakkai was making for dinner, but Hakkai was now standing utterly still at the kitchen counter, his head bowed. Gojyo watched him carefully, but he still wasn't ready when Hakkai shook his head, then stepped over and punched him, right on the nose.
It hurt. Gojyo had no words for how much it hurt, mostly because he was busy gasping with the stomach-clenching shock of it. He staggered from his chair, hand flying up to catch the spurt of blood. He had no words either when Hakkai followed it with a sharp kick to his left shin, unfair for a man already down. He gasped and simultaneously tried to grab his shin and his nose and run away and protest.
"Auugh-- ooh hib be! Inna dose!"
"You deserve it, and more."
"Hakkai, stob," and he failed to dodge another blow because Hakkai was fast, like a striking snake.
Hakkai's open palm met his cheek with a loud crack. Salt water flew from his eyes.
"Wha--why?" Gojyo managed.
"I talked to June-san today," Gojyo heard him say, through his fog of pain. "For a very long time. That was why I was so late."
June? Oh, that June.
"June the hottie, right?"
Hakkai smiled a ghastly smile and shook his head.
"I'd expect you to see her that way. My interest is professional-- "
June was hot. Hakkai didn't let anyone get close. He needed-- something. Gojyo put the two together and decided not to care if they didn't add up. Beyond the agonising throb in his nose and the ache in his shin, he had an abrupt surge of satisfaction and he couldn't stop his mouth twisting into a humourless grin. Trust Hakkai not to actually bother explaining before he let his remaining marbles run free.
"Professional interest my ass," Gojyo said, stumbling up and back to put the door safely in reach, because he wasn't a complete fool. "Is this what this is all about?"
"You're despicable," Hakkai said loudly. "She's the mother of one of my students. How dare you imagine-- "
"What? Imagine you might wanna fuck someone now and then? There's nothing wrong with that. Loosen up. Enjoy yourself."
Even as he said them he knew the words were the wrong ones, but he didn't care. He wanted to say the wrong thing. Maybe say even wronger things, if Hakkai believed he was such a worthless pile of crap. 'Despicable' stung even worse than the crack on the cheek.
"-- dare imagine I am anything like you," Hakkai finished, as if Gojyo hadn't spoken. Hakkai had closed his eyes and his fists were clenched.
"What?" Gojyo said. He hadn't fully heard the words, because he was too distracted by the tone.
He got that straight away and his stomach did a small flip. It was a tone of voice he'd had turned his way all his life, but never from Hakkai. Revulsion. Disgust. He took his hand away and saw all the blood smeared on it. Maybe this wasn't all about June after all. He frowned, staring at it.
"What makes you think I would lower myself-- " Hakkai began, then stopped.
Maybe Hakkai realised they were in danger of tipping over some invisible stop-line, one they'd never crossed before. Maybe he was just pausing to enjoy the moment, Gojyo couldn't tell. Did Hakkai really feel like this about him? His stomach shrank to a small cold fist and he wanted to be sick.
"What were you gonna say?" and his voice sounded faint in his ears, but now, underneath the stinging hurt, he was getting angry: a slow, dull burn rising up through him. It felt good, like he'd been waiting for this for a long time and if Hakkai wanted to go for it Gojyo wasn't going to hang back. "Lower yourself to... my level? Yeah? That's what you meant. Listen, there's nothing wrong with wanting to-- live a little. To enjoy yourself."
"You're a fool, Gojyo, to think anything you do is about enjoyment," Hakkai said, and now his tone was cold and patient, like a man explaining something to a dim child.
A lazy stupid dirty halfbreed child.
Perhaps Hakkai saw something in his face, because he licked his lower lip once, quickly, like someone hungry and anticipating a meal. Gojyo kicked the wooden kitchen chair, hard enough to send it skidding and squeaking across the floor to the wall, where it tipped over with a crash. He hardly heard it.
"Shut up," he said, wiping the blood from his nose. Drops of it flicked over his shirt and dripped down onto the floor. "You've got no right to say stuff like that. Not to me. Not when-- "
"You're a hypocrite," Hakkai said, his knuckles tight. "You don't care about the women you use."
"What? No. You don't get to say that about me, not until you finally fucking decide to join the living," he snarled.
Hakkai blinked, and Gojyo stopped. He was hot all over, even his face, but inside he felt cold and his breath was coming too quick. Hakkai was watching him, and Gojyo suddenly wondered where this was going to end. Because Hakkai looked wild about the eyes and his mouth was open as if he was panting. Gojyo found himself backing away, just slightly, poising himself to run or to fight. It wouldn't get that bad between them, would it? But Hakkai had hit him, three times. There was blood on the floor, blood on his shirt. Hakkai was staring at it, at him.
"June-san lives alone. She has no money for her son's education. The father of her child left her and people pour scorn on them everyday. Did you think she needed to be used by you as well? How enjoyable for her."
Hakkai's voice was rising, becoming impossibly loud. Gojyo wanted to clap his hands over his ears and shut it out. Hakkai was breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a mile, or-- or had some quality time with June. Because June was good, even though he'd never bothered calling her back after that one time. Her kid was cute, too. He liked to act tough but anyone could see he loved his mom. Shit. Maybe he was despicable. He wanted to run over and crunch his fist into Hakkai's face. The need and the anger trembled through his muscles and he clenched both fists, ready.
"It's not like I forced her. You're makin' it sound bad," he said, so loud that his voice seemed to bounce off the walls and back into his own ears. "She had a real good time. So did I," he added, and it even sounded halfway convincing. "But I guess you wouldn't understand things like that."
"Good times? Oh, I think I do," Hakkai said, softly now, his lips curving into a smile. "Too well. But perhaps we wouldn't have the same tastes."
A shudder crept down Gojyo's spine. Maybe it had been a mistake to ask Hakkai to loosen up if he was going to say things like this. Hakkai's idea of fun might be-- different to everyone else's. His limiters glinted dully on his ear and Gojyo was suddenly sure Hakkai knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Hakkai-- " he began, struggling for calm.
"What are you using all those women for, exactly?" Hakkai cut in, cold and politely curious. "Are you that lonely?"
Hakkai. Anger clenched his jaw shut. He could tell himself it was directed at Hakkai, but that wasn't really true.
"I'm not lonely," he snarled. "I-- that's not what it's about. It's just fun," he said, but that sounded pathetic, even to himself.
"June has a different opinion."
"Right. Whatever. Just sleep with her if that's what you want. Get down to my level, yeah? Don't be such a fucking coward," he said, loud enough to make Hakkai flinch, and this wasn't about June anymore, if it ever had been. "But don't take it out on me if you don't even understand what the fuck you are."
Gojyo stumbled back. He hadn't meant to say that. He was shaking, he realised. His words echoed in the silent room, coming back to him as if he was yelling at himself, not Hakkai, and now Hakkai's face was crumpling in a way he didn't like. He'd only wanted to sit and watch Hakkai cook, to drink beer, play cards and to escape from the rest of the world and now it was falling around his ears.
"I'm not a coward," Hakkai said, and he sounded confused, like he didn't quite believe himself, or he'd forgotten what else he was going to deny.
"Look, me and June-- it wasn't wrong. I just didn't want to stay with her. It was only sex-- no big deal."
"But she needs so much more than that," Hakkai said, and it was almost a plea.
"Yeah, but what good would I be to her, anyway?" Gojyo said, too loudly.
"Oh, Gojyo," Hakkai said, after a brief, tremulous silence.
Gojyo's anger faded, leaving his limbs thick and heavy and sore. His knees shook and he wanted to sit down, badly. He took a deep breath. Right, time to shut the fuck up. Hakkai's eyes were huge and dark and he looked almost like he'd been the one to get hit. Gojyo thought for one awful moment that Hakkai was going to cry. No, this wasn't about June at all.
"Just-- don't. I don't understand you. You could have anyone you wanted." So, not shutting up after all then, apparently. "What're you so afraid of?"
"Everything," Hakkai said, softly.
The room was almost dark now, except for the faint ruddy glow of the sunset through the kitchen window. It was a little cooler too. The sound of crickets singing in the long, dry grass floated through the open door and far away a pheasant screeched in the woods, a long clucking cry that faded away.
A carrot rolled off the chopping board and fell with a clunk to the wooden floor. They both jumped. Gojyo found himself nodding, which he supposed must mean he agreed, or understood, at least. His nose really fucking stung. The carrot rolled over to Hakkai's foot and they both watched it. Hakkai stepped closer.
"Ow," Gojyo muttered, touching the swelling with one careful finger.
"I'm sorry," Hakkai said, looking miserably at his feet.
"Yeah," Gojyo mumbled. "But you meant every word."
Hakkai studied his shoes a little more, as if they had something written on them. He bent down and scooped up the carrot. "Maybe only half of them," he said to it, then looked up and met Gojyo's eyes.
"Heh. Me too."
"Her son reminded me of you."
"Loud and bratty?"
Hakkai shook his head.
"Misunderstood."
"Oh. Well."
"Would you like me to-- " and he gestured at Gojyo's bloody nose.
"Nah. Ice is fine," he said, padding over to the refrigerator.
"But-- "
"It's fine." Hakkai sat down at the table. Gojyo heard him take a deep breath, then another. "You want a beer?"
"Yes please, Gojyo."
Gojyo smiled to himself, then winced at the pain. He plonked a bottle down in front of Hakkai and slumped opposite with a bag of ice. Hakkai took a sip and watched him warily.
"Next time, don't punch me the face without a damn good reason."
"Agreed," said Hakkai.
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Date: 2006-04-06 10:57 am (UTC)