The importance of duct tape
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keire_keI'm still not sure about the ending of this chapter. It seems too fuzzy. But anyway. I finally did something to push the story forward, yay!
Sanzo trusted Lirin (and, though it pained him to admit it, Duo) when she said West was in working order. It still didn’t hurt to check. With that in mind Sanzo inspected the engine room, which he left in a hurry when the collage of duct tape and loose wires assaulted his eyes with the urgency every layman feels when confronted with a personalised approach to machinery.
He was told West was in decent shape. Of course, Sanzo employed a mechanic for a reason, the reason being his own ignorance as far as expansion valves and carburettors were concerned. He knew little about the workings of the engines and stuff that shot sparks when shot at. Truth be told, Sanzo was mostly good at shooting, or telling people where to shoot.
He had seen the engine room being held together with more tape, anyway.
A little later he made his way to so-called Heero’s Lair, where his entire crew, and Hakkai, already were. Like the rest of the ship the Lair was homey, or at least as homey as two guys with very odd ideas about home could make it. There was enough computer equipment to monitor every significant computer system in the galaxy. In the middle stood a table lined with holoprojectors. The entirety of one wall was covered with screens of varying sizes. In front of them was a comfortable chair, surrounded by half a dozen keyboards and a mile of cables.
“And that’d be a negative,” Heero said turning to Hakkai.
“I feared that.”
“What?” Sanzo asked.
“I asked Heero to search through the files I have, for whatever might be wrong with Goku,” Hakkai said. “I thought maybe I missed something obvious. Apparently not.”
“Nothing I could find anyway. I’m wondering though, is your data complete?” Heero asked Hakkai, looking away from the screens.
“How do you mean?”
“Your data about Goku. Is it complete?”
“As complete as I could make it. I didn’t have clearance for everything.”
“So what do you have?”
“Anything related to medical treatment. I’m pretty sure I have everything there is to know about his body.”
A short distance away Sanzo elbowed Gojyo, hard, in response to an insinuating remark, accompanied by a snigger.
“Maybe he’s allergic to something?” Duo said looking at the doctor.
“No.” At Hakkai’s request Heero pulled up a fairly extensive folder onto a couple of the main screens. “There’s a limitless amount of allergens out there, but I daresay everything and then some was done to vaccinate Goku against as many of them as possible. And he was a healthy boy to start with.”
“Out of idle curiosity – did you know him before he got the makeover?”
“No.” A few pairs of eyes turned to Hakkai expecting a continuation. “I was required to devote a portion of my reports to comparing his condition to what it would probably be under normal circumstances.” Seeing the blank look everyone wore, he sighed and went on. “When he was a child, before any of the enhancing procedures were administered, he was subjected to a whole battery of tests, anything from endurance to immunological responses. I won’t bore you with the details. He was unusually healthy and able, even then. Now, basing on this data, and the general statistics, they designed a probable model of how he would develop naturally. That’s all.”
“These motherfuckers put a lot of money and effort into that kid. The more I learn, the less I want to know,” Duo muttered. “This still doesn’t explain why he suddenly acts like he forgot to loosen his corset.”
“You have no other data?” Heero asked, staring at the screen intently. “What about education? He must’ve had some.”
“He can do wild calculations in his head,” Gojyo said. “Like, what’s the oxygen requirement for eight people in relation to available space – that’s pretty advanced physics and biology. Also a sure fire way to get everyone nervous, but that’s just a bonus.”
“He said something about muscle structure,” Sanzo said. And plenty about knowing where to hit so that it hurts, he added mentally. “So he knows anatomy, I presume.”
“Right, right. But that’s not helpful.” Heero stopped moving suddenly and looked at the screens thoughtfully. “Something still doesn’t make sense though.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not the biggest fan of our dear government either,” Duo replied instead of Heero, leaning against the backrest of the seat, “But even they wouldn’t bother putting a massive manhunt for a missing Kalashnikov – well, unless it was one of them Russian ones, from the Earth That Was. I hear the last one fetched enough credits to buy a whole planet.”
“They would, if it was a nuclear missile.”
“No offence to your monkey,” Duo said with a grin that found a mirror on every face, save Sanzo’s, “But however good he is, he’s still just one kid. Besides, in this day and age, who’d bother with nukes, when hurling a handful of rocks can do the job just fine?”
“So what’re you saying?”
“That it might be useful to know what his main selling point is.”
“And by that you mean?” Gojyo asked, looking at each member of the group of fairly unusual people in turn.
“You ever seen Sanzo in action?” Duo grinned wryly at no one in particular. “It’s a sight to behold, I tell ya. There’s little to improve with the SOs’ fighting, they’re obscenely good. So I’m thinking the kid has something else to market then. Apart from his pouty mouth and enthralling eyes, that is. Not that I would put it past the fuckers, but no one in their right mind would give a kid a pouting mouth and razor-sharp teeth, if you catch my drift.”
“Thank you for that mental image. Jesus.” Gojyo was wincing, and he wasn’t alone.
Duo laughed. “Sorry.”
“No,” Sanzo said shaking his head. “I don’t think Goku knows anything that valuable. Most likely they just don’t want him running around unsupervised.” Not that I blame them, he added silently.
“You’re the expert,” Duo said. “Still, the doctor says a couple more sudden bouts of nausea and the kid might have a heart attack, which might be convenient on account of you being rid of the immediate problem, but I get the feeling that’s not the solution you had in mind.”
Sanzo didn’t deign to answer.
“We could try going back to the facility,” Hakkai said slowly. “I imagine all the data was in their computer system.”
“If they have any sense, they would have destroyed it by now.”
“Well, possibly, but there is a good chance they haven’t thought of it.”
“There be a reason for that?”
Hakkai’s mouth curved in a way so colourless it could hardly be called a smile. “Because I killed everyone at the facility and I’m sure the other few people who know about the project do not consider me a big enough threat.”
There was a moment of silence. Sanzo, feeling an imperceptible change in the air, cast a quick look behind – Goku might have been silent as a ghost when he wanted to be, but he couldn’t disguise body heat. He looked away when he caught the intense gaze of the golden eyes and focused on the screens.
“Right.”
“It’s suicide,” Jien said, looking up from the gun he’d been fiddling with. “I’m not saying I’m not in. I’m just saying it’s suicide.
“We’re fucked either way, we might as well go out with a bang,” Kougaji told him. Jien shrugged.
“Works for me.”
“Where is that facility?” Heero asked, his fingers poised over the keyboard.
“Galatea.”
“You’re fucking shitting me.”
“I’m afraid not. Someone thought it… fitting, I suppose.”
“Galatea, huh. Way to find the most fucked up stratosphere available,” Heero muttered to himself. “Where on Galatea?”
“Close to the North Pole. There should be a settlement, just a couple of buildings. The main facility was underground.”
Heero grunted vaguely, as his fingers continued the mad assault on the keyboards. “There it is. I’m afraid that’s as good as it’s going to get though. Scramblers must be in place, I can’t get more than an outline.” He pressed a few keys and the main screen flickered into life. There was the settlement, several dark spots in a sea of grey. Heero looked at it critically and typed a few commands. The settlement disappeared, replaced by an amazingly regular spiderweb of blurry lines.
“I’m impressed,” Hakkai said. “I was expecting it to take a little longer.”
“Some people crochet. Other people paint. Heero hacks satellites,” Duo said crossing his arms. “I told him he needs a hobby, besides having access codes into every chip in the ‘verse.”
“I have a hobby.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“You want me to drop it?”
“As if you could.”
“Can you stop flirting and maybe hack into their system instead?” Sanzo suggested with more than a little annoyance.
There was a period of silence, smirking and staring. What looked like a string of random numbers flashed on the screen, too fast for the eye to follow. Sanzo wondered how anyone could make sense of the display, as he watched the flickering reflected in Goku’s wide golden eyes.
Eventually Heero leaned back with a frown. “I can’t find anything.”
“So they did catch up and we’re fucked.”
“I don’t think so,” Heero said shaking his head. His fingers didn’t leave the keyboard. “I think the security feeds are rolling and life support systems work, but not the mainframe. Even more curious, everything that’s on is completely self-contained. No way can I get anything from here. That’s the bad news. The good news is that the facility is running on the emergency generator. And it’s been the case for a while now.”
“So what does that mean?” Gojyo asked.
“Well, theoretically, it means that Hakkai’s hunch is correct and the facility has not yet been found.”
“And you assume that why?”
“Theoretically, again, emergency generator is only good for sustaining life-support and basic functions. Which means lousy lighting, temperatures below comfort levels and air on the verge of breathablility. Less than desirable conditions for staff, a lot more than the equipment alone needs. And the system’s been on for about three weeks now.”
“Good job, doc. You killed them good.” Gojyo smacked Hakkai on the back.
“What now?”
“I can’t do anything more. Not from here, anyway.”
“So someone needs to go down there.” Sanzo folded his arms. “Lirin, you stay here, with Gojyo, Goku and Hakkai. Yaone will fly me, Kou and Jien there, we’ll see what can be done about switching the whole shit on and get out.”
Sanzo’s very sensible militaristic plan was drowned in a perfect symphony of “are you fucking kidding?” and a number of scowls. After a short glaring match, Sanzo conceded. He hoped to hell no one noticed he only did so after he felt the touch of calloused fingers running down his arm.
“Whatever. But I ain’t dragging your asses out if you’re too stupid to handle yourselves.” Fuck, he added to himself, the whore did notice, judging by the ridiculous grin. “Let me see the facility.”
Heero turned in his seat. “Go to the table. I’ll display it there.”
“It’s not exactly clear.” Kougaji said, when they gathered around a table with a holographic surface. Heero had done his best, but the picture was still just a jagged outline recovered from a photo of disputable quality, nothing even remotely resembling a blueprint.
“Better than nothing.”
“There’s an elevator here,” Goku said suddenly, pointing to an otherwise insignificant cross of two lines. “And here. And here. But there’s retinal scanners in all of them, hooked up to main alarm system, which is powered by both generators. Vents’ exhaust here, here and here. Wide enough to crawl through. Lead to main power generator here. The emergency unit is here. Laser sensors throughout the facility at knee level, but they’re no problem to disable and the walls are easy enough to climb anyway. Though I killed several guards once, so most of the corridors have darts and lasers and stuff, which probably still work.”
The group stared at the twenty-year old young man, who could easily pass as a boy in his mid-teens. There was something inherently wrong about him sounding like a Special Operative with years of espionage and assassination experience.
“How far from Galatea are we?” Sanzo asked looking at Duo.
“Six hours.”
“We’re leaving soon as West is ready to go.”
And that was that.
xxx.XXX.xxx
Within two hours the crew of West said their goodbyes and detached from Twelve. Yaone set the course for Galatea and they were off, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of uncertainty. Because what did they have to be certain about?
Goku looked, once again, like nothing had ever been wrong. Certainly not like someone who was a few fainting spells away from a heart attack. He was sitting on the couch in the common area, Kouryuu purring in his lap once again.
Sanzo was getting very annoyed with the instant rapport they developed. There was something wrong about the way the infernal cat melted in Goku’s hands.
“You make a lousy spawn of Satan,” he told the feline. Kouryuu opened one eye and promptly closed it again. His pose suggested he was happy where he was and nothing could persuade him to move. Goku must have done something when the captain wasn’t looking. Maybe lobotomised the animal, or fed him LSD. Kouryuu was hardly a fluffy kitten; Sanzo had seen grown men and vicious dogs give him a wide berth.
“He really likes me,” Goku said in response to Sanzo’s wordless accusation.
Sanzo rolled his eyes. Just his luck, getting stuck with the freakiest creatures in the ‘verse. “You will not do anything stupid, do you hear me?” he said after a while. “You will be going with me and Hakkai to the facility, and you will do exactly as I say when I say it. Understood?”
The gaze Goku directed at him was unreadable. “Are you okay?”
“What?”
“Are you healthy? Feeling alright?”
“What does that-” Sanzo literally felt the words die in his throat when Goku closed the gap between them and pressed his head against Sanzo’s chest. He might have forgotten to inhale for a moment.
“Breathe, Sanzo.” Goku instructed. He pushed the captain back, trapping him between the back of the sofa and his weight. His hands moved to Sanzo’s wrists, pinning them to the soft cushions. Kouryuu meowed when the attention devoted to his fur waned, already displeased when his position as the object of Goku’s attention was usurped.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sanzo asked, hating how weak he sounded.
“Wanna remember.”
“Remember what? And you’d better make sense, monkey, or else.”
“Your heartbeat. So that I know when something’s wrong.”
“Pity you can’t do that to your head,” Sanzo muttered, but didn’t move an inch. He didn’t feel like moving, he told himself. He felt like just sitting there and – and what? And allowing the monkey to listen to his heartbeat?
He was acutely aware of the warm hair tickling his chin. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was making him nervous, furious and uncomfortable, he would have fallen asleep. He would be damned if anyone saw him like this, least of all the damn whore.
eta: I think that I finally got the LiveJournal IM to work. So, if anyone also managed, you probably know better than me what to do. ;P
Sanzo trusted Lirin (and, though it pained him to admit it, Duo) when she said West was in working order. It still didn’t hurt to check. With that in mind Sanzo inspected the engine room, which he left in a hurry when the collage of duct tape and loose wires assaulted his eyes with the urgency every layman feels when confronted with a personalised approach to machinery.
He was told West was in decent shape. Of course, Sanzo employed a mechanic for a reason, the reason being his own ignorance as far as expansion valves and carburettors were concerned. He knew little about the workings of the engines and stuff that shot sparks when shot at. Truth be told, Sanzo was mostly good at shooting, or telling people where to shoot.
He had seen the engine room being held together with more tape, anyway.
A little later he made his way to so-called Heero’s Lair, where his entire crew, and Hakkai, already were. Like the rest of the ship the Lair was homey, or at least as homey as two guys with very odd ideas about home could make it. There was enough computer equipment to monitor every significant computer system in the galaxy. In the middle stood a table lined with holoprojectors. The entirety of one wall was covered with screens of varying sizes. In front of them was a comfortable chair, surrounded by half a dozen keyboards and a mile of cables.
“And that’d be a negative,” Heero said turning to Hakkai.
“I feared that.”
“What?” Sanzo asked.
“I asked Heero to search through the files I have, for whatever might be wrong with Goku,” Hakkai said. “I thought maybe I missed something obvious. Apparently not.”
“Nothing I could find anyway. I’m wondering though, is your data complete?” Heero asked Hakkai, looking away from the screens.
“How do you mean?”
“Your data about Goku. Is it complete?”
“As complete as I could make it. I didn’t have clearance for everything.”
“So what do you have?”
“Anything related to medical treatment. I’m pretty sure I have everything there is to know about his body.”
A short distance away Sanzo elbowed Gojyo, hard, in response to an insinuating remark, accompanied by a snigger.
“Maybe he’s allergic to something?” Duo said looking at the doctor.
“No.” At Hakkai’s request Heero pulled up a fairly extensive folder onto a couple of the main screens. “There’s a limitless amount of allergens out there, but I daresay everything and then some was done to vaccinate Goku against as many of them as possible. And he was a healthy boy to start with.”
“Out of idle curiosity – did you know him before he got the makeover?”
“No.” A few pairs of eyes turned to Hakkai expecting a continuation. “I was required to devote a portion of my reports to comparing his condition to what it would probably be under normal circumstances.” Seeing the blank look everyone wore, he sighed and went on. “When he was a child, before any of the enhancing procedures were administered, he was subjected to a whole battery of tests, anything from endurance to immunological responses. I won’t bore you with the details. He was unusually healthy and able, even then. Now, basing on this data, and the general statistics, they designed a probable model of how he would develop naturally. That’s all.”
“These motherfuckers put a lot of money and effort into that kid. The more I learn, the less I want to know,” Duo muttered. “This still doesn’t explain why he suddenly acts like he forgot to loosen his corset.”
“You have no other data?” Heero asked, staring at the screen intently. “What about education? He must’ve had some.”
“He can do wild calculations in his head,” Gojyo said. “Like, what’s the oxygen requirement for eight people in relation to available space – that’s pretty advanced physics and biology. Also a sure fire way to get everyone nervous, but that’s just a bonus.”
“He said something about muscle structure,” Sanzo said. And plenty about knowing where to hit so that it hurts, he added mentally. “So he knows anatomy, I presume.”
“Right, right. But that’s not helpful.” Heero stopped moving suddenly and looked at the screens thoughtfully. “Something still doesn’t make sense though.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not the biggest fan of our dear government either,” Duo replied instead of Heero, leaning against the backrest of the seat, “But even they wouldn’t bother putting a massive manhunt for a missing Kalashnikov – well, unless it was one of them Russian ones, from the Earth That Was. I hear the last one fetched enough credits to buy a whole planet.”
“They would, if it was a nuclear missile.”
“No offence to your monkey,” Duo said with a grin that found a mirror on every face, save Sanzo’s, “But however good he is, he’s still just one kid. Besides, in this day and age, who’d bother with nukes, when hurling a handful of rocks can do the job just fine?”
“So what’re you saying?”
“That it might be useful to know what his main selling point is.”
“And by that you mean?” Gojyo asked, looking at each member of the group of fairly unusual people in turn.
“You ever seen Sanzo in action?” Duo grinned wryly at no one in particular. “It’s a sight to behold, I tell ya. There’s little to improve with the SOs’ fighting, they’re obscenely good. So I’m thinking the kid has something else to market then. Apart from his pouty mouth and enthralling eyes, that is. Not that I would put it past the fuckers, but no one in their right mind would give a kid a pouting mouth and razor-sharp teeth, if you catch my drift.”
“Thank you for that mental image. Jesus.” Gojyo was wincing, and he wasn’t alone.
Duo laughed. “Sorry.”
“No,” Sanzo said shaking his head. “I don’t think Goku knows anything that valuable. Most likely they just don’t want him running around unsupervised.” Not that I blame them, he added silently.
“You’re the expert,” Duo said. “Still, the doctor says a couple more sudden bouts of nausea and the kid might have a heart attack, which might be convenient on account of you being rid of the immediate problem, but I get the feeling that’s not the solution you had in mind.”
Sanzo didn’t deign to answer.
“We could try going back to the facility,” Hakkai said slowly. “I imagine all the data was in their computer system.”
“If they have any sense, they would have destroyed it by now.”
“Well, possibly, but there is a good chance they haven’t thought of it.”
“There be a reason for that?”
Hakkai’s mouth curved in a way so colourless it could hardly be called a smile. “Because I killed everyone at the facility and I’m sure the other few people who know about the project do not consider me a big enough threat.”
There was a moment of silence. Sanzo, feeling an imperceptible change in the air, cast a quick look behind – Goku might have been silent as a ghost when he wanted to be, but he couldn’t disguise body heat. He looked away when he caught the intense gaze of the golden eyes and focused on the screens.
“Right.”
“It’s suicide,” Jien said, looking up from the gun he’d been fiddling with. “I’m not saying I’m not in. I’m just saying it’s suicide.
“We’re fucked either way, we might as well go out with a bang,” Kougaji told him. Jien shrugged.
“Works for me.”
“Where is that facility?” Heero asked, his fingers poised over the keyboard.
“Galatea.”
“You’re fucking shitting me.”
“I’m afraid not. Someone thought it… fitting, I suppose.”
“Galatea, huh. Way to find the most fucked up stratosphere available,” Heero muttered to himself. “Where on Galatea?”
“Close to the North Pole. There should be a settlement, just a couple of buildings. The main facility was underground.”
Heero grunted vaguely, as his fingers continued the mad assault on the keyboards. “There it is. I’m afraid that’s as good as it’s going to get though. Scramblers must be in place, I can’t get more than an outline.” He pressed a few keys and the main screen flickered into life. There was the settlement, several dark spots in a sea of grey. Heero looked at it critically and typed a few commands. The settlement disappeared, replaced by an amazingly regular spiderweb of blurry lines.
“I’m impressed,” Hakkai said. “I was expecting it to take a little longer.”
“Some people crochet. Other people paint. Heero hacks satellites,” Duo said crossing his arms. “I told him he needs a hobby, besides having access codes into every chip in the ‘verse.”
“I have a hobby.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“You want me to drop it?”
“As if you could.”
“Can you stop flirting and maybe hack into their system instead?” Sanzo suggested with more than a little annoyance.
There was a period of silence, smirking and staring. What looked like a string of random numbers flashed on the screen, too fast for the eye to follow. Sanzo wondered how anyone could make sense of the display, as he watched the flickering reflected in Goku’s wide golden eyes.
Eventually Heero leaned back with a frown. “I can’t find anything.”
“So they did catch up and we’re fucked.”
“I don’t think so,” Heero said shaking his head. His fingers didn’t leave the keyboard. “I think the security feeds are rolling and life support systems work, but not the mainframe. Even more curious, everything that’s on is completely self-contained. No way can I get anything from here. That’s the bad news. The good news is that the facility is running on the emergency generator. And it’s been the case for a while now.”
“So what does that mean?” Gojyo asked.
“Well, theoretically, it means that Hakkai’s hunch is correct and the facility has not yet been found.”
“And you assume that why?”
“Theoretically, again, emergency generator is only good for sustaining life-support and basic functions. Which means lousy lighting, temperatures below comfort levels and air on the verge of breathablility. Less than desirable conditions for staff, a lot more than the equipment alone needs. And the system’s been on for about three weeks now.”
“Good job, doc. You killed them good.” Gojyo smacked Hakkai on the back.
“What now?”
“I can’t do anything more. Not from here, anyway.”
“So someone needs to go down there.” Sanzo folded his arms. “Lirin, you stay here, with Gojyo, Goku and Hakkai. Yaone will fly me, Kou and Jien there, we’ll see what can be done about switching the whole shit on and get out.”
Sanzo’s very sensible militaristic plan was drowned in a perfect symphony of “are you fucking kidding?” and a number of scowls. After a short glaring match, Sanzo conceded. He hoped to hell no one noticed he only did so after he felt the touch of calloused fingers running down his arm.
“Whatever. But I ain’t dragging your asses out if you’re too stupid to handle yourselves.” Fuck, he added to himself, the whore did notice, judging by the ridiculous grin. “Let me see the facility.”
Heero turned in his seat. “Go to the table. I’ll display it there.”
“It’s not exactly clear.” Kougaji said, when they gathered around a table with a holographic surface. Heero had done his best, but the picture was still just a jagged outline recovered from a photo of disputable quality, nothing even remotely resembling a blueprint.
“Better than nothing.”
“There’s an elevator here,” Goku said suddenly, pointing to an otherwise insignificant cross of two lines. “And here. And here. But there’s retinal scanners in all of them, hooked up to main alarm system, which is powered by both generators. Vents’ exhaust here, here and here. Wide enough to crawl through. Lead to main power generator here. The emergency unit is here. Laser sensors throughout the facility at knee level, but they’re no problem to disable and the walls are easy enough to climb anyway. Though I killed several guards once, so most of the corridors have darts and lasers and stuff, which probably still work.”
The group stared at the twenty-year old young man, who could easily pass as a boy in his mid-teens. There was something inherently wrong about him sounding like a Special Operative with years of espionage and assassination experience.
“How far from Galatea are we?” Sanzo asked looking at Duo.
“Six hours.”
“We’re leaving soon as West is ready to go.”
And that was that.
xxx.XXX.xxx
Within two hours the crew of West said their goodbyes and detached from Twelve. Yaone set the course for Galatea and they were off, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of uncertainty. Because what did they have to be certain about?
Goku looked, once again, like nothing had ever been wrong. Certainly not like someone who was a few fainting spells away from a heart attack. He was sitting on the couch in the common area, Kouryuu purring in his lap once again.
Sanzo was getting very annoyed with the instant rapport they developed. There was something wrong about the way the infernal cat melted in Goku’s hands.
“You make a lousy spawn of Satan,” he told the feline. Kouryuu opened one eye and promptly closed it again. His pose suggested he was happy where he was and nothing could persuade him to move. Goku must have done something when the captain wasn’t looking. Maybe lobotomised the animal, or fed him LSD. Kouryuu was hardly a fluffy kitten; Sanzo had seen grown men and vicious dogs give him a wide berth.
“He really likes me,” Goku said in response to Sanzo’s wordless accusation.
Sanzo rolled his eyes. Just his luck, getting stuck with the freakiest creatures in the ‘verse. “You will not do anything stupid, do you hear me?” he said after a while. “You will be going with me and Hakkai to the facility, and you will do exactly as I say when I say it. Understood?”
The gaze Goku directed at him was unreadable. “Are you okay?”
“What?”
“Are you healthy? Feeling alright?”
“What does that-” Sanzo literally felt the words die in his throat when Goku closed the gap between them and pressed his head against Sanzo’s chest. He might have forgotten to inhale for a moment.
“Breathe, Sanzo.” Goku instructed. He pushed the captain back, trapping him between the back of the sofa and his weight. His hands moved to Sanzo’s wrists, pinning them to the soft cushions. Kouryuu meowed when the attention devoted to his fur waned, already displeased when his position as the object of Goku’s attention was usurped.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sanzo asked, hating how weak he sounded.
“Wanna remember.”
“Remember what? And you’d better make sense, monkey, or else.”
“Your heartbeat. So that I know when something’s wrong.”
“Pity you can’t do that to your head,” Sanzo muttered, but didn’t move an inch. He didn’t feel like moving, he told himself. He felt like just sitting there and – and what? And allowing the monkey to listen to his heartbeat?
He was acutely aware of the warm hair tickling his chin. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was making him nervous, furious and uncomfortable, he would have fallen asleep. He would be damned if anyone saw him like this, least of all the damn whore.
eta: I think that I finally got the LiveJournal IM to work. So, if anyone also managed, you probably know better than me what to do. ;P
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Date: 2007-06-26 09:45 pm (UTC)I found Heero and Duo's 'flirting' *highly* amusing. And the thing at the end with Sanzo and Goku was just too cute.
Can't wait till the next update.
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Date: 2007-06-27 09:22 am (UTC)I'm glad! They're as delightful to write as supporting characters, when they already have a relationship, as they are when they are the focus of the show.
The ending of this chapter almost killed me with cute. Poor Sanzo.
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-27 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-27 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-26 09:59 pm (UTC)It was kind of fuzzy, but I think the timing was perfect. I like how Sanzo and Goku's strange relationship is moving. It's slow and you can see the progressing of it, and it's so believable! I love it!
Goku's just too cute, even when he's being all freaky and stuff.
This story still makes me squee like you wouldn't believe. I love it! *hugs Keiran-chan*
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Date: 2007-06-27 09:27 am (UTC)It's funny you should say that, about this being the right time for the warm fuzzies. *shuts up*
Isn't he adorable? He's like the Kitten of Fury, Koala of Destruction and, I dunno, Duckling of Apocalypse.
You have no idea how happy you make me, with your squealing. ^_____^ This story is a complete and total guilty pleasure for me (seriously, fusion, crossover, space, Joss Whedon, Sanzo and crazy!Goku!). So - thanks! I still have the fic request open if you want something. *grins*
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Date: 2007-06-27 11:38 pm (UTC)He's like the Kitten of Fury, Koala of Destruction and, I dunno, Duckling of Apocalypse. <--You have no idea how hard that line made me snort. I think I disturbed the people sitting next to me. XDDD I'm definitely saving that as one of the best quotes ever!
Well, you deserve my fangirly squealing. ^_____^ Truthfully, this story has become one of my guilty pleasures as well. I literally squee when you update. *laughs*
I'll have to think up something, but I'll definitely get back to you with a fic request. I've been craving some good 39 lately...
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Date: 2007-06-28 02:59 pm (UTC)That's certainly good to hear. Thanks hun!
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Date: 2007-07-18 02:49 pm (UTC)I imagine they would.
“Some people crochet. Other people paint. Heero hacks satellites,"
I love this. It fits Heero so well.
*grin* Goku listening to Sanzo's heart has got to be one of the cutest things I've seen written.
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Date: 2007-07-18 06:52 pm (UTC)I know! Goku is alternating between fuzzy kitten (kills with cute) and clawed monkey (killz with skillz), but all the time he keeps the S in Sanzo is for Snuggle attitude.
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Date: 2007-07-18 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-01-26 04:34 pm (UTC)I hope going back to that place won't give Goku too much grieve though ;_;
Also, I love the comment about Sanzo not wanting 'the damn whore' to see them. There's just so much affection there XD
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Date: 2008-01-26 08:04 pm (UTC)