Ficlet: Sweet, Antique Bakery/Saiyuki
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louiseluxSo, I was incapable of keeping this to drabble size.
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daegaer, who wanted Hakkai/Ono--
"So, eight éclairs, four choux buns and a hazelnut macaroon," the waiter said, writing carefully on his pad. He was wearing sunglasses, inexplicably. "And what will the other gentlemen be having?"
"Beer."
"Shortbread and green tea."
"Hmmm. Can I ask, does the chef use 80 per cent cocoa in the mille-feuille?"
The waiter froze, then trembled. "Ah-- I'llbebackinamoment."
He hurried off. Sanzo broke the silence.
"You got us lost again, didn't you?"
"Well, not lost as such, more-- er, misguided."
"Right," said Sanzo, and slumped in his chair. "I agree."
"I just thought we all needed a pick-me-up," Hakkai went on.
"Do I ever," Gojyo muttered.
"Hey," Goku said, breaking off his silent, intense contemplation of the chilled desserts cabinet, "I can sense something funny."
"What is it?" Sanzo said, looking about. "Youkai?"
"I dunno," Goku said, sniffing some more. "Not exactly. I can smell sugar-- and cream-- and uhhh--" he made sound that was quite indecent and turned in his seat, "good things."
A slim, red haired man in chef's whites was approaching, wide eyed and smiling as if someone had just told him he'd won the lottery. The waiter in sunglasses hovered nervously behind.
"So... is he a youkai?" Sanzo said, scowling.
"No," Hakkai said, slowly. "I think not."
The man in the chef's outfit got closer, beaming at each of them in turn.
"Something's not right," Gojyo said, clearing his throat and shifting nervously in his seat. A flush spread across his skin, starting at his neck and rising up. His eyes were fixed on the man's face.
Hakkai noticed that Sanzo's sutra had started to twitch on his shoulders in tiny jerks and that Sanzo had sat up straight in his chair. He looked, even more than usual, like he wanted to shoot someone. He wasn't going for his gun though. In fact he seemed almost paralysed, except for his fingers, which were clenched tight on the edge of the table. A faint high-pitched whining noise was coming from his throat.
Hakkai stood up, feeling a little dizzy and warm. His throat was very dry and his limiters were entirely too tight. Clearly something needed to be done.
"Goku, get Sanzo and Gojyo to safety. Start Jeep and drive away as fast as possible."
"But the cakes--"
"I need to set up a protective shield. Run, quickly!"
Hakkai loosened the laces at his shoulder and his shirt fell open at the throat. The man in the chef's outfit stopped in his tracks and his gentle, brown eyes glazed over.
"Uhh-- I-- ahh-- did one of you-- gentlemen want to know about the mille-feuille?" he stammered, stumbling back a little.
"Yes, please," Hakkai said, stepping closer.
"Oh. It's a-- a delicate balance of sweet and bitter, while a layer of dark caramelized sugar gives the pastry extra bite, for-- ah-- lovers of textural pleasures."
"Sexual-- what?" said Gojyo, as he was dragged away, mouth falling open.
The poor thing looked very confused. Hakkai smiled, thinking of how he might enlighten him, and turned his attention fully on the man in front of him.
"So, do you want m-- it? The cake," the man said, hands twisted in his own apron. "Or anything else?" he sighed.
Hakkai heard Jeep screech away from the kerb. The others were safe, or at the very least increasingly far away. That was-- actually very satisfying. He relaxed a little and dabbed a spot of moisture from his brow. He smiled again at the young man and began to button up his shirt.
"It's a tempting offer," Hakkai said. "But perhaps I'll settle for just a cup of tea."
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daegaer, who wanted Hakkai/Ono--"So, eight éclairs, four choux buns and a hazelnut macaroon," the waiter said, writing carefully on his pad. He was wearing sunglasses, inexplicably. "And what will the other gentlemen be having?"
"Beer."
"Shortbread and green tea."
"Hmmm. Can I ask, does the chef use 80 per cent cocoa in the mille-feuille?"
The waiter froze, then trembled. "Ah-- I'llbebackinamoment."
He hurried off. Sanzo broke the silence.
"You got us lost again, didn't you?"
"Well, not lost as such, more-- er, misguided."
"Right," said Sanzo, and slumped in his chair. "I agree."
"I just thought we all needed a pick-me-up," Hakkai went on.
"Do I ever," Gojyo muttered.
"Hey," Goku said, breaking off his silent, intense contemplation of the chilled desserts cabinet, "I can sense something funny."
"What is it?" Sanzo said, looking about. "Youkai?"
"I dunno," Goku said, sniffing some more. "Not exactly. I can smell sugar-- and cream-- and uhhh--" he made sound that was quite indecent and turned in his seat, "good things."
A slim, red haired man in chef's whites was approaching, wide eyed and smiling as if someone had just told him he'd won the lottery. The waiter in sunglasses hovered nervously behind.
"So... is he a youkai?" Sanzo said, scowling.
"No," Hakkai said, slowly. "I think not."
The man in the chef's outfit got closer, beaming at each of them in turn.
"Something's not right," Gojyo said, clearing his throat and shifting nervously in his seat. A flush spread across his skin, starting at his neck and rising up. His eyes were fixed on the man's face.
Hakkai noticed that Sanzo's sutra had started to twitch on his shoulders in tiny jerks and that Sanzo had sat up straight in his chair. He looked, even more than usual, like he wanted to shoot someone. He wasn't going for his gun though. In fact he seemed almost paralysed, except for his fingers, which were clenched tight on the edge of the table. A faint high-pitched whining noise was coming from his throat.
Hakkai stood up, feeling a little dizzy and warm. His throat was very dry and his limiters were entirely too tight. Clearly something needed to be done.
"Goku, get Sanzo and Gojyo to safety. Start Jeep and drive away as fast as possible."
"But the cakes--"
"I need to set up a protective shield. Run, quickly!"
Hakkai loosened the laces at his shoulder and his shirt fell open at the throat. The man in the chef's outfit stopped in his tracks and his gentle, brown eyes glazed over.
"Uhh-- I-- ahh-- did one of you-- gentlemen want to know about the mille-feuille?" he stammered, stumbling back a little.
"Yes, please," Hakkai said, stepping closer.
"Oh. It's a-- a delicate balance of sweet and bitter, while a layer of dark caramelized sugar gives the pastry extra bite, for-- ah-- lovers of textural pleasures."
"Sexual-- what?" said Gojyo, as he was dragged away, mouth falling open.
The poor thing looked very confused. Hakkai smiled, thinking of how he might enlighten him, and turned his attention fully on the man in front of him.
"So, do you want m-- it? The cake," the man said, hands twisted in his own apron. "Or anything else?" he sighed.
Hakkai heard Jeep screech away from the kerb. The others were safe, or at the very least increasingly far away. That was-- actually very satisfying. He relaxed a little and dabbed a spot of moisture from his brow. He smiled again at the young man and began to button up his shirt.
"It's a tempting offer," Hakkai said. "But perhaps I'll settle for just a cup of tea."
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Date: 2006-05-09 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-09 03:43 pm (UTC)Heeee. *hearts Gojyo* And Hakkai, sending them away to safety! While brandishing his more literally demonic charm at Ono! Just wonderful.
I was reading AB1 today and thinking how much Ono reminds me of Hakkai in a few scenes, especially when he smiles that smile. Mmmm.
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:35 am (UTC)And they are strangely similar, with those alluring, come hither smiles.
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Date: 2006-05-09 06:03 pm (UTC)*ded*
Oh, Hakkai. Always happy to take one for the team. Wow, I LOVE the idea that the demonic charm is an actual mystical force that makes even sutra perk up and, and, shooting euphemisms go!
Awww, Chikage. I wouldn't say no to Gojyo/Chikage, actually. Dammit, this crossover is so demonically tempting and it's all your fault! Please please concider writing more sometime? This is just so lovely.
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:40 am (UTC)Hakkai is *so* self sacrificing, even in a face off with demonic lust.
The exact nature of the demonic charm... does it work in a scattergun type formation that hits all attrative men in a given area equally, like in this fic, or is it more of a death ray beam directed at a single man? Maybe Ono could learn to control his power! Maybe Hakkai could give him lessons... oooh, bunny.
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:49 am (UTC)Eeee, death ray of demonic charm!
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Date: 2006-05-09 09:59 pm (UTC)That was orgasmicly
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:40 am (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2006-05-09 11:09 pm (UTC)Oh, demonic charm meets demonic charm - perfectly! Good old Hakkai, saving the others from fates worse than death and cake!
Thank you! I love this!
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:41 am (UTC)I'm very happy you liked it. :)
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Date: 2006-05-09 11:45 pm (UTC)Just perfect.
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Date: 2006-05-10 03:06 am (UTC)*flails with mad, crazy love*
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Date: 2006-05-15 11:42 am (UTC)*fangirls*
Date: 2007-04-08 12:30 pm (UTC)i am currently compiling crossover fics for recs, and this is one damn good one! why didnt anybody ever think of antique saiyuki?