Morality, people!
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keire_keThere's gonna be general election ahead of schedule around here. Finally they decided to cut this farce short and let us make the same mistakes and choose an almost exact same set of clows to govern us. Oh well. The important thing is, we have the choice.
... it's overrated.
Remember kids: bribing is morally wrong. So is taking bribes. Just say no.
That said, this partlet is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silver_677, who gave me a sneak-peek at the awesome ficcy she wrote. ^______^ Also, I need a title. Anyone's got ideas?
The gorge was deep, but it wasn’t all that dangerous. The river dug its course through turf and plains, so the walls were rich in vegetation and lacking in sharp pointy objects. The downside was, it was also lacking in terms of anything that could be a used as a brake. There was little choice but to go all the way down. It wasn’t all that bad though – the landslide literally took the ground from underneath their feet, taking them by surprise, but the landing was soft: they landed on turf so grassy nothing suggested it was composed of any colour other than vibrant green.
“That could’ve been worse,” Hakkai said standing up. “All in all.”
“Yeah, probably,” Gojyo agreed. They landed just short of a heap, which made the initial identification tricky. Well, for everyone else, he was quite certain he knew who he was. And now that he had time to actually look, the doubles were far from identical. They were older, for one. Not much, several years at most, but enough to say Sanzo was pushing thirty. And while that was mostly all that applied to the other Gojyo, except for the different clothes (and even those weren’t all that different). Sanzo, however, well. Everything was wrong about the other Sanzo. His hair was too long, his clothing too casual and, most telling of all, his expression too amiably unfocused.
“What the fuck?” the good old original Sanzo asked, barely concealing the mild displeasure the situation caused.
“Search me if I know,” the Gojyo said. He was the new Gojyo. “There was a very freaky demon which attacked Mr Sunshine over there, and I got hit by the rebound.” There was a brief pause, in which everyone visualised the situation, as translated from Gojyo-speak. Sanzo was attacked, Gojyo tried to catch him and they both tumbled down the metaphorical cliff. That made sense. “Anyway, where are we?”
“When,” the other Sanzo said finishing his cigarette.
“What?”
“When. We got misplaced in time.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Do you normally find yourself face to face with another version of yourself?”
“Often. It’s called a mirror.”
“It’s a wonder you hadn’t had a coronary occlusion yet.”
“Running for Mister Crossword Puzzle of the year, again?”
“It’s called reading, look it up.”
“Excuse me,” Hakkai managed at last, although he did have to force himself to break out of the stupefaction. There was entirely not enough hostility running about for his comfort. “What’s going on?”
“Shit man, if you find out please do let me know,” Gojyo said spreading his arms theatrically and looking around. He paused mid-turn and stared. “Hina?”
The monkey and his cargo took the fall reasonably well, so Gojyo had a hard time pinpointing the problem. At least until he realised what preceded the downward trip. Those massacres ought to be rated. Totally unsuitable for kids, he thought. Hina was sniffling into Goku’s collar, who was awkwardly patting her back and trying to think of something calming to say. He was coming up short, not that it was a surprise. Sanzo’s idea of comforting words was “don’t be a moron”. Good thing that Hina looked up at the sound of her name and promptly forgot about the scare. She beamed at the new Gojyo, then Goku moved, shifting her viewpoint, and she noticed the other Gojyo.
“Gojyo? Why is there two of you?” she asked.
“Search me,” the other Gojyo said coming closer and taking Hina from Goku. “What are you doing here?”
“I dunno. I was home, and daddy said we’re gonna be eating soon, but I was on a tree and then there was a flash and I was here. Then you,” she hesitated briefly, casting a look at the old Gojyo, “found me, and daddy was there too.”
“Ha. Woo boy. Whoever thought that up is so screwed.”
It could be said, with a fair amount of certainty, that the rest of the curiously multiplied Sanzo party couldn’t look at Gojyo weirder if he spontaneously changed sex and tried to carry Sanzo’s child. Because of all the things they had ever expected from Gojyo handling a child with obvious familiarity was not in the top one hundred, even if the child was female.
“You know her?” Goku asked the new Gojyo. There was another pregnant pause, in which Hina’s eyes grew very wide and glazed with a moist shine.
“You don’t remember me, daddy?”
“He doesn’t know you, yet.” Gojyo looked around. “This place is vaguely familiar, so I’m guessing you’ll be born in something like a year and a half. I think.”
“Does that mean,” Hakkai ventured with the care of a man who takes his first steps in the scorpion pit, “that you know her?”
“Oh man,” the new Gojyo mumbled. “Oh man.” He wasn’t looking at the new Sanzo. “Hina is Goku’s daughter.”
Everyone exhaled. Slowly. They knew it, of course. It made too much sense not to be true before. They took another deep breath, just in case it would make the world normal again and the world just failed to catch on properly the first time around.
Out of the corner of his eye Gojyo noticed the new Sanzo gaining a non-expression, then busying himself with another cigarette. This, he decided, was weird. Before the neutrality took shape, there was a hint – a very tiny hint – of surprise. And hurt.
“I don’t get it,” Hina said, scrunching up her nose. “Where are we? And where is my daddy? My proper daddy?” she added as an afterthought, looking at Goku.
“Going bonkers, I bet. He’ll come for you.”
“This place is weird.”
“A little.”
“Is he Sanzo too?” Hina asked suddenly, pointing at the updated monk. Four pairs of eyes turned to watch Gojyo, hanging on to his answer, but it wasn’t Gojyo who answered.
“Kouryuu,” said the new Sanzo, after a long period of silence at all fronts. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, ignoring the shell-shocked expression his counterpart wore.
“Excuse me?” asked Hakkai.
“My name. Kouryuu, not Sanzo.” When asked to elaborate, Sanzo promptly told the old Gojyo to go fuck himself with a sharp, pointy object.
The only comment interesting enough to hear would have been that of robe-donning, sutra-wielding Sanzo. He was, however, unavailable, judging from his expression. All in all, no one was in the mood to travel any further. Since the sunset was less than two hours away, and they weren’t likely to find a better place to rest until then, the party and attachments settled in a convenient cave a couple hundred meters down the river. It seemed that they weren’t the first people to do so – there was a space for a fire in the middle, and a decent stack of firewood against a wall. With the fire roaring merrily even the approaching rain couldn’t destroy their moods. Whether it was the heat of the fire or the complete and utter sense of confused astonishments, it was hard to tell.
xxx.XXX.xxx
The rain wouldn’t stop. It was keeping the Sanzos awake. Luckily the cave proved to be as good a spot as any inn. Throughout the downpour it remained dry and warm, even when the fire died to flickering embers. Hina was deeply asleep within the nest of blankets, with the fire on one side and Goku on the other. No one knew when exactly did the monkey managed to take up that space, as he started out on the opposite side of the fire. It was endearing, all the same. Gojyo earned himself three clipped hair and a bullet hole centimetres from his head for mentioning it, so everyone else wisely kept their mouths shut.
The way things had been going that day, no one was particularly surprised when the rain transformed into a storm with all the appropriate special effects. The lightening was alternating between blue and purple, filling the cave mouth with white every time it struck, while rivulets of rainwater curtained the entrance.
“It’s above us now,” Hakkai said.
A second later a particularly loud thunder filled their ears with noise and the air with whiteness. When the light dissipated there was a rather irregular shape at the entrance of the cave.
“Oh, this is so lame,” the Gojyos said in perfect unison.
“I know and I apologise,” Hakkai’s voice said, even though the Hakkai sitting with Hakuryuu in his lap didn’t utter a sound. “I see we managed to find the correct cave. Good evening.” The irregularities of the new Hakkai’s otherwise slender figure turned out to be Goku, who must have been half-dead if being carried around in the pouring rain didn’t make him move.
“What’s wrong with our monkey?” the future Gojyo asked, poking at the blanket-wrapped man.
“The usual, I’m afraid. Don’t wake him.” Hakkai finished tucking the wet blanket around Goku before turning to Hakuryuu – another Hakuryuu, as Gojyo noticed. In the dim light of the dying embers he could see Hakkai was just as tired, if not more, as Goku.
“So, he’s a worrywart, the monkey. What a shock,” he said stretching his long legs in the direction of the fire. “No sleep for no one till the kid is back in her room?”
“You have no idea.” The new Hakkai contributed little to nothing after that. His eyes closed in no time, and so with a soft apology he followed Gokus into slumber. The future Gojyo cast him a fond look, which shocked the voice out of his younger self, before folding his arms across his chest and nodding off.
In a quiet little procession the rest of them followed.
eta: what do I do with AIM? Poke randomly to see if people are on? *ish puzzled* This could take years!
... it's overrated.
Remember kids: bribing is morally wrong. So is taking bribes. Just say no.
That said, this partlet is for
silver_677, who gave me a sneak-peek at the awesome ficcy she wrote. ^______^ Also, I need a title. Anyone's got ideas?The gorge was deep, but it wasn’t all that dangerous. The river dug its course through turf and plains, so the walls were rich in vegetation and lacking in sharp pointy objects. The downside was, it was also lacking in terms of anything that could be a used as a brake. There was little choice but to go all the way down. It wasn’t all that bad though – the landslide literally took the ground from underneath their feet, taking them by surprise, but the landing was soft: they landed on turf so grassy nothing suggested it was composed of any colour other than vibrant green.
“That could’ve been worse,” Hakkai said standing up. “All in all.”
“Yeah, probably,” Gojyo agreed. They landed just short of a heap, which made the initial identification tricky. Well, for everyone else, he was quite certain he knew who he was. And now that he had time to actually look, the doubles were far from identical. They were older, for one. Not much, several years at most, but enough to say Sanzo was pushing thirty. And while that was mostly all that applied to the other Gojyo, except for the different clothes (and even those weren’t all that different). Sanzo, however, well. Everything was wrong about the other Sanzo. His hair was too long, his clothing too casual and, most telling of all, his expression too amiably unfocused.
“What the fuck?” the good old original Sanzo asked, barely concealing the mild displeasure the situation caused.
“Search me if I know,” the Gojyo said. He was the new Gojyo. “There was a very freaky demon which attacked Mr Sunshine over there, and I got hit by the rebound.” There was a brief pause, in which everyone visualised the situation, as translated from Gojyo-speak. Sanzo was attacked, Gojyo tried to catch him and they both tumbled down the metaphorical cliff. That made sense. “Anyway, where are we?”
“When,” the other Sanzo said finishing his cigarette.
“What?”
“When. We got misplaced in time.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Do you normally find yourself face to face with another version of yourself?”
“Often. It’s called a mirror.”
“It’s a wonder you hadn’t had a coronary occlusion yet.”
“Running for Mister Crossword Puzzle of the year, again?”
“It’s called reading, look it up.”
“Excuse me,” Hakkai managed at last, although he did have to force himself to break out of the stupefaction. There was entirely not enough hostility running about for his comfort. “What’s going on?”
“Shit man, if you find out please do let me know,” Gojyo said spreading his arms theatrically and looking around. He paused mid-turn and stared. “Hina?”
The monkey and his cargo took the fall reasonably well, so Gojyo had a hard time pinpointing the problem. At least until he realised what preceded the downward trip. Those massacres ought to be rated. Totally unsuitable for kids, he thought. Hina was sniffling into Goku’s collar, who was awkwardly patting her back and trying to think of something calming to say. He was coming up short, not that it was a surprise. Sanzo’s idea of comforting words was “don’t be a moron”. Good thing that Hina looked up at the sound of her name and promptly forgot about the scare. She beamed at the new Gojyo, then Goku moved, shifting her viewpoint, and she noticed the other Gojyo.
“Gojyo? Why is there two of you?” she asked.
“Search me,” the other Gojyo said coming closer and taking Hina from Goku. “What are you doing here?”
“I dunno. I was home, and daddy said we’re gonna be eating soon, but I was on a tree and then there was a flash and I was here. Then you,” she hesitated briefly, casting a look at the old Gojyo, “found me, and daddy was there too.”
“Ha. Woo boy. Whoever thought that up is so screwed.”
It could be said, with a fair amount of certainty, that the rest of the curiously multiplied Sanzo party couldn’t look at Gojyo weirder if he spontaneously changed sex and tried to carry Sanzo’s child. Because of all the things they had ever expected from Gojyo handling a child with obvious familiarity was not in the top one hundred, even if the child was female.
“You know her?” Goku asked the new Gojyo. There was another pregnant pause, in which Hina’s eyes grew very wide and glazed with a moist shine.
“You don’t remember me, daddy?”
“He doesn’t know you, yet.” Gojyo looked around. “This place is vaguely familiar, so I’m guessing you’ll be born in something like a year and a half. I think.”
“Does that mean,” Hakkai ventured with the care of a man who takes his first steps in the scorpion pit, “that you know her?”
“Oh man,” the new Gojyo mumbled. “Oh man.” He wasn’t looking at the new Sanzo. “Hina is Goku’s daughter.”
Everyone exhaled. Slowly. They knew it, of course. It made too much sense not to be true before. They took another deep breath, just in case it would make the world normal again and the world just failed to catch on properly the first time around.
Out of the corner of his eye Gojyo noticed the new Sanzo gaining a non-expression, then busying himself with another cigarette. This, he decided, was weird. Before the neutrality took shape, there was a hint – a very tiny hint – of surprise. And hurt.
“I don’t get it,” Hina said, scrunching up her nose. “Where are we? And where is my daddy? My proper daddy?” she added as an afterthought, looking at Goku.
“Going bonkers, I bet. He’ll come for you.”
“This place is weird.”
“A little.”
“Is he Sanzo too?” Hina asked suddenly, pointing at the updated monk. Four pairs of eyes turned to watch Gojyo, hanging on to his answer, but it wasn’t Gojyo who answered.
“Kouryuu,” said the new Sanzo, after a long period of silence at all fronts. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, ignoring the shell-shocked expression his counterpart wore.
“Excuse me?” asked Hakkai.
“My name. Kouryuu, not Sanzo.” When asked to elaborate, Sanzo promptly told the old Gojyo to go fuck himself with a sharp, pointy object.
The only comment interesting enough to hear would have been that of robe-donning, sutra-wielding Sanzo. He was, however, unavailable, judging from his expression. All in all, no one was in the mood to travel any further. Since the sunset was less than two hours away, and they weren’t likely to find a better place to rest until then, the party and attachments settled in a convenient cave a couple hundred meters down the river. It seemed that they weren’t the first people to do so – there was a space for a fire in the middle, and a decent stack of firewood against a wall. With the fire roaring merrily even the approaching rain couldn’t destroy their moods. Whether it was the heat of the fire or the complete and utter sense of confused astonishments, it was hard to tell.
xxx.XXX.xxx
The rain wouldn’t stop. It was keeping the Sanzos awake. Luckily the cave proved to be as good a spot as any inn. Throughout the downpour it remained dry and warm, even when the fire died to flickering embers. Hina was deeply asleep within the nest of blankets, with the fire on one side and Goku on the other. No one knew when exactly did the monkey managed to take up that space, as he started out on the opposite side of the fire. It was endearing, all the same. Gojyo earned himself three clipped hair and a bullet hole centimetres from his head for mentioning it, so everyone else wisely kept their mouths shut.
The way things had been going that day, no one was particularly surprised when the rain transformed into a storm with all the appropriate special effects. The lightening was alternating between blue and purple, filling the cave mouth with white every time it struck, while rivulets of rainwater curtained the entrance.
“It’s above us now,” Hakkai said.
A second later a particularly loud thunder filled their ears with noise and the air with whiteness. When the light dissipated there was a rather irregular shape at the entrance of the cave.
“Oh, this is so lame,” the Gojyos said in perfect unison.
“I know and I apologise,” Hakkai’s voice said, even though the Hakkai sitting with Hakuryuu in his lap didn’t utter a sound. “I see we managed to find the correct cave. Good evening.” The irregularities of the new Hakkai’s otherwise slender figure turned out to be Goku, who must have been half-dead if being carried around in the pouring rain didn’t make him move.
“What’s wrong with our monkey?” the future Gojyo asked, poking at the blanket-wrapped man.
“The usual, I’m afraid. Don’t wake him.” Hakkai finished tucking the wet blanket around Goku before turning to Hakuryuu – another Hakuryuu, as Gojyo noticed. In the dim light of the dying embers he could see Hakkai was just as tired, if not more, as Goku.
“So, he’s a worrywart, the monkey. What a shock,” he said stretching his long legs in the direction of the fire. “No sleep for no one till the kid is back in her room?”
“You have no idea.” The new Hakkai contributed little to nothing after that. His eyes closed in no time, and so with a soft apology he followed Gokus into slumber. The future Gojyo cast him a fond look, which shocked the voice out of his younger self, before folding his arms across his chest and nodding off.
In a quiet little procession the rest of them followed.
eta: what do I do with AIM? Poke randomly to see if people are on? *ish puzzled* This could take years!
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Date: 2007-09-11 08:04 am (UTC)goku and ???
who is the other party?
for a sec, i thought you might have been talking about mpreg, but i guess not....
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Date: 2007-09-11 12:13 pm (UTC)There is no shortage of women wishing to carry the monkey spawn, I'm sure. :P It's not really an mpreg, but one could argue. *grins*