Haircut, yay.
Sep. 13th, 2007 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keire_keI got my hair cut. It's now barely covering my ears, and looks surprisingly good. ^_____^ Yay!
Had a surreal moment today: I went to a doctor because I needed a piece of paper saying I'm healthy (ha!) and she asked me how did I do in England. I went "bzuh?" Then I remembered the doctor is friends with out acquaintances and we were on holiday together once. *facepalm*
The reason I needed the paper was because I applied for a theology course. That's right, I'm gonna be studying theology, if all goes according to plan. I make myself laugh so hard, sometimes. XD
Contrary to the night before, the morning after was bright and cheery. The sky was clear, as if the rain had washed away all the clouds on its way out. Along with the weather, the moods seemed to have improved too. Gojyo woke up feeling quite uplifted. So they ran across their future selves, no big deal. It barely made the top five weird things that happened on the bloody journey anyway. And Gojyo knew weird when he saw it.
The Gojyos were the first to wake that morning, closely followed by the Sanzos, the Hakkais and the present Goku. The latter sat up and looked around curiously. He didn’t hide his surprise at the sight of the new arrivals, particularly the still snoring Goku.
“Wow,” he said quietly. It must have been something, Gojyo thought, for a creature singular by definition to see an exact double of himself. Then again, he wasn’t so singular no more, was he?
Sanzo, the well of compassion and understanding, snorted and returned to ignoring the world in favour of his cigarettes. The world was not worthy of his attention, after all.
Then the other Goku woke up and everything else took a backseat. The show started with a muffled groan, the blanket started unfolding, slowly. Goku struggled to find his way out, obviously dredging up enthusiasm from every possible source, since he had none to spare. Eventually, all of the monkey emerged and stumbled outside, where he proceeded to throw up every meal he consumed over the last week.
“Fuck,” he muttered washing his face in the river. He ran his wet hands through the wild spikes atop his head and the ponytail on the back of his neck. Styling done, he got up and walked to Hakkai.
“Where was the party and why wasn’t I invited?” the future Gojyo asked, as the future Hakkai handed Goku a handful of pills.
“You wouldn’t have liked it,” Goku told him and made a face at Hakkai. He swallowed every other pill, chucking the spares behind him. It had all the markings of an old ritual, down to the patient yet resigned indulgence on Hakkai’s part. Gojyo – the usual Gojyo – just knew the handful of pills was twice what Goku was supposed to take. He was correct. “It was dull and the drink was crap.”
“Obviously.”
Hina hose that moment to wiggle out of the cocoon of blankets that kept her warm during the night. She sat up and looked around the cave. She noticed the new Hakkai, and started to greet him, but then her eyes fell on the new Goku and her little face lit up like a firecracker.
“Daddy!” she cried and launched herself at him. Unlike the similar scene a little while ago, this Goku expected the assault and welcomed it – he knelt to meet her enthusiastic hug with as much ardour.
“Hina,” he murmured into her hair. There was a soft, relieved smile on his face, as he listened to the disjointed report of the last two days produced by an excited little girl.
“Can we go home now?” she asked in conclusion, and these were the only words that came out understandably.
“Yeah, soon.” Goku stood up and looked around. There was a very pregnant pause when his gaze missed the spot Kouryuu was occupying. Considering that he was Goku, it was anything but subtle.
“So, what now?” the old Hakkai asked.
“The thing that brought Hina here will attack again,” the new Hakkai said. He was cleaning his monocle. “And it will attack soon, most likely. We’ll tag along, just in case.”
“Someone is being ignored.”
“The thing that brought Hina and Gojyo here,” Hakkai allowed, giving Gojyo a small smile. “Apologies.”
“Accepted.”
Breakfast consisted mostly of dried fruit and braid well an its way to staleness, not that anyone noticed. Hina was positively glowing in Goku’s arms, even as she struggled to chew the quasi-edible substance. Even the failed attempt to get Goku to feed her and the stern look she received at the third try didn’t spoil her mood.
“You spoiled her rotten,” Goku remarked handing Hina another piece of fruit. “She’s gonna be an even worse brat now.”
“I’m not a brat!”
“Oh, now you’re not a brat. Let’s wait and see what happens when you’re hungry again.”
“Definitely Goku’s daughter,” the old Gojyo muttered.
“You doubted?”
They finished eating, packed and got ready to leave. Among the packing and collecting and complaining it was inevitable that the commotion would throw the new Goku face to face with Kouryuu. And it did, just like everyone was half-hoping for. If nothing else, it was bound to answer some questions.
Or pose new ones.
There they stood then, facing one another across a space of about one meter, staring at one another as if the rest of the universe stopped existing for the moment. Once again the air was filled with the heavy shadow of inevitable doom. Everyone else felt like spectators in the grand theatre of what-the-fuck. The air crackled and sizzled and built up between the two, as they stared at one another expressionlessly. Finally Goku moved – half a step back, turn, forward, and Kouryuu hit the wall, with a trickle of blood seeping from his mouth. Goku stood and watched his handiwork for a second, then he walked away picking up Hina on his way, like nothing happened.
“You know,” the new Gojyo told Kouryuu once Goku was out of earshot. In the silence his half amused voice had the clarity and power of a church bell. “I would help you up, except you totally deserved that.”
“Fuck you,” Kouryuu offered getting to his feet. Considering it was Goku who’d done the hitting, the old Gojyo thought, the bastard got off lightly. His lower lip was bleeding and the bruise was going to stand out for a while after it formed, but nothing seemed to be broken.
Except maybe everything, Gojyo added mentally, wincing. Kouryuu looked like a kicked puppy, and dear god, it was an image he’d never thought he’d associate with Sanzo. Kicked manticore, possibly, spitting fire and stinging people right and left in retaliation. Definitely nothing defenceless and resigned.
And then something totally different and more disturbing occurred to him.
“Hakkai,” he whispered urgently, pulling their Hakkai by the elbow away from the newcomers.
“I know,” Hakkai said. He didn’t take his eyes off the new Goku since he woke up. “He’s not wearing the limiter. Excuse me,” he called to the other Hakkai, leaving Gojyo shaking his head and smoking thoughtfully. “What was that about?”
“Oh, well. I suppose you could say they had a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding.” Gojyo was torn between grinning – because it was good to know Hakkai never changed – and tearing his blood red hair out of his head – because, damn it, Hakkai never changed! “Goku has a daughter Sanzo never heard of and punches him as a welcome?”
“It was more of a disagreement, really,” the new Hakkai allowed, and smiled. The smiled clearly proclaimed he was going to say nothing more, and pain awaited those who persisted in asking.
Gojyo laughed, but stopped as soon as his sixth sense told him he was seconds away from a thorough fanning. He turned and faced Sanzo’s very tense back. If he were to take a wild guess, he’d say Sanzo was finding the situation hurtful. That is, assuming the asshole had anything as human as a heart.
xxx
Having temporarily exchanged the comforts of spooky yet modern laboratory for the dusty old library, Nii was forced to take up additional exercise. Hwan refused to bring him his coffee five levels up, the silly woman. Then again, her ass hardly needed work out, he had to give the woman her due. Not that his needed the running up and down the stairs every hour, mind you. It didn’t. Still, there was something that stopped Nii from installing another coffee maker between shelves T and W, where there was a little table. Likely it was the same thing that stopped him from arranging the shelves in alphabetical order.
It wasn’t like he needed additional help finding the books he needed.
Time Travel and Its Ramifications, Thief of Time, Time Travel: A Guide, Time, Mysteries of Time, In Search of Lost Time…
Kouryuu was such a delight. So easy to ire, even though he tried to be aloof and untouchable. Nii smirked and held up a delicate piece of paper. “Isn’t this interesting,” he said aloud. “It might be the time I give you a present, Kouryuu.” He turned a few more pages and continued reading. “How would you feel about a life without noisy interruptions?”
And the funny part was, the spell was almost comically simple. Nii got up and fixed himself a coffee, quite possibly the nth coffee that morning. Spoonfuls of sugar dissolved in the hot liquid, with an unhealthy amount of saccharide sloshing on the bottom of the cap already. He returned to the desk and spread the papers around.
No time like the present, eh?
Hmm… A vial of blood, to start with. Cloning was a brilliant idea, unfortunately they weren’t ready yet. Maybe in another fifty years, or so. Now the tricky part, to send the spell exactly when needed…
xxx
Had a surreal moment today: I went to a doctor because I needed a piece of paper saying I'm healthy (ha!) and she asked me how did I do in England. I went "bzuh?" Then I remembered the doctor is friends with out acquaintances and we were on holiday together once. *facepalm*
The reason I needed the paper was because I applied for a theology course. That's right, I'm gonna be studying theology, if all goes according to plan. I make myself laugh so hard, sometimes. XD
Contrary to the night before, the morning after was bright and cheery. The sky was clear, as if the rain had washed away all the clouds on its way out. Along with the weather, the moods seemed to have improved too. Gojyo woke up feeling quite uplifted. So they ran across their future selves, no big deal. It barely made the top five weird things that happened on the bloody journey anyway. And Gojyo knew weird when he saw it.
The Gojyos were the first to wake that morning, closely followed by the Sanzos, the Hakkais and the present Goku. The latter sat up and looked around curiously. He didn’t hide his surprise at the sight of the new arrivals, particularly the still snoring Goku.
“Wow,” he said quietly. It must have been something, Gojyo thought, for a creature singular by definition to see an exact double of himself. Then again, he wasn’t so singular no more, was he?
Sanzo, the well of compassion and understanding, snorted and returned to ignoring the world in favour of his cigarettes. The world was not worthy of his attention, after all.
Then the other Goku woke up and everything else took a backseat. The show started with a muffled groan, the blanket started unfolding, slowly. Goku struggled to find his way out, obviously dredging up enthusiasm from every possible source, since he had none to spare. Eventually, all of the monkey emerged and stumbled outside, where he proceeded to throw up every meal he consumed over the last week.
“Fuck,” he muttered washing his face in the river. He ran his wet hands through the wild spikes atop his head and the ponytail on the back of his neck. Styling done, he got up and walked to Hakkai.
“Where was the party and why wasn’t I invited?” the future Gojyo asked, as the future Hakkai handed Goku a handful of pills.
“You wouldn’t have liked it,” Goku told him and made a face at Hakkai. He swallowed every other pill, chucking the spares behind him. It had all the markings of an old ritual, down to the patient yet resigned indulgence on Hakkai’s part. Gojyo – the usual Gojyo – just knew the handful of pills was twice what Goku was supposed to take. He was correct. “It was dull and the drink was crap.”
“Obviously.”
Hina hose that moment to wiggle out of the cocoon of blankets that kept her warm during the night. She sat up and looked around the cave. She noticed the new Hakkai, and started to greet him, but then her eyes fell on the new Goku and her little face lit up like a firecracker.
“Daddy!” she cried and launched herself at him. Unlike the similar scene a little while ago, this Goku expected the assault and welcomed it – he knelt to meet her enthusiastic hug with as much ardour.
“Hina,” he murmured into her hair. There was a soft, relieved smile on his face, as he listened to the disjointed report of the last two days produced by an excited little girl.
“Can we go home now?” she asked in conclusion, and these were the only words that came out understandably.
“Yeah, soon.” Goku stood up and looked around. There was a very pregnant pause when his gaze missed the spot Kouryuu was occupying. Considering that he was Goku, it was anything but subtle.
“So, what now?” the old Hakkai asked.
“The thing that brought Hina here will attack again,” the new Hakkai said. He was cleaning his monocle. “And it will attack soon, most likely. We’ll tag along, just in case.”
“Someone is being ignored.”
“The thing that brought Hina and Gojyo here,” Hakkai allowed, giving Gojyo a small smile. “Apologies.”
“Accepted.”
Breakfast consisted mostly of dried fruit and braid well an its way to staleness, not that anyone noticed. Hina was positively glowing in Goku’s arms, even as she struggled to chew the quasi-edible substance. Even the failed attempt to get Goku to feed her and the stern look she received at the third try didn’t spoil her mood.
“You spoiled her rotten,” Goku remarked handing Hina another piece of fruit. “She’s gonna be an even worse brat now.”
“I’m not a brat!”
“Oh, now you’re not a brat. Let’s wait and see what happens when you’re hungry again.”
“Definitely Goku’s daughter,” the old Gojyo muttered.
“You doubted?”
They finished eating, packed and got ready to leave. Among the packing and collecting and complaining it was inevitable that the commotion would throw the new Goku face to face with Kouryuu. And it did, just like everyone was half-hoping for. If nothing else, it was bound to answer some questions.
Or pose new ones.
There they stood then, facing one another across a space of about one meter, staring at one another as if the rest of the universe stopped existing for the moment. Once again the air was filled with the heavy shadow of inevitable doom. Everyone else felt like spectators in the grand theatre of what-the-fuck. The air crackled and sizzled and built up between the two, as they stared at one another expressionlessly. Finally Goku moved – half a step back, turn, forward, and Kouryuu hit the wall, with a trickle of blood seeping from his mouth. Goku stood and watched his handiwork for a second, then he walked away picking up Hina on his way, like nothing happened.
“You know,” the new Gojyo told Kouryuu once Goku was out of earshot. In the silence his half amused voice had the clarity and power of a church bell. “I would help you up, except you totally deserved that.”
“Fuck you,” Kouryuu offered getting to his feet. Considering it was Goku who’d done the hitting, the old Gojyo thought, the bastard got off lightly. His lower lip was bleeding and the bruise was going to stand out for a while after it formed, but nothing seemed to be broken.
Except maybe everything, Gojyo added mentally, wincing. Kouryuu looked like a kicked puppy, and dear god, it was an image he’d never thought he’d associate with Sanzo. Kicked manticore, possibly, spitting fire and stinging people right and left in retaliation. Definitely nothing defenceless and resigned.
And then something totally different and more disturbing occurred to him.
“Hakkai,” he whispered urgently, pulling their Hakkai by the elbow away from the newcomers.
“I know,” Hakkai said. He didn’t take his eyes off the new Goku since he woke up. “He’s not wearing the limiter. Excuse me,” he called to the other Hakkai, leaving Gojyo shaking his head and smoking thoughtfully. “What was that about?”
“Oh, well. I suppose you could say they had a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding.” Gojyo was torn between grinning – because it was good to know Hakkai never changed – and tearing his blood red hair out of his head – because, damn it, Hakkai never changed! “Goku has a daughter Sanzo never heard of and punches him as a welcome?”
“It was more of a disagreement, really,” the new Hakkai allowed, and smiled. The smiled clearly proclaimed he was going to say nothing more, and pain awaited those who persisted in asking.
Gojyo laughed, but stopped as soon as his sixth sense told him he was seconds away from a thorough fanning. He turned and faced Sanzo’s very tense back. If he were to take a wild guess, he’d say Sanzo was finding the situation hurtful. That is, assuming the asshole had anything as human as a heart.
xxx
Having temporarily exchanged the comforts of spooky yet modern laboratory for the dusty old library, Nii was forced to take up additional exercise. Hwan refused to bring him his coffee five levels up, the silly woman. Then again, her ass hardly needed work out, he had to give the woman her due. Not that his needed the running up and down the stairs every hour, mind you. It didn’t. Still, there was something that stopped Nii from installing another coffee maker between shelves T and W, where there was a little table. Likely it was the same thing that stopped him from arranging the shelves in alphabetical order.
It wasn’t like he needed additional help finding the books he needed.
Time Travel and Its Ramifications, Thief of Time, Time Travel: A Guide, Time, Mysteries of Time, In Search of Lost Time…
Kouryuu was such a delight. So easy to ire, even though he tried to be aloof and untouchable. Nii smirked and held up a delicate piece of paper. “Isn’t this interesting,” he said aloud. “It might be the time I give you a present, Kouryuu.” He turned a few more pages and continued reading. “How would you feel about a life without noisy interruptions?”
And the funny part was, the spell was almost comically simple. Nii got up and fixed himself a coffee, quite possibly the nth coffee that morning. Spoonfuls of sugar dissolved in the hot liquid, with an unhealthy amount of saccharide sloshing on the bottom of the cap already. He returned to the desk and spread the papers around.
No time like the present, eh?
Hmm… A vial of blood, to start with. Cloning was a brilliant idea, unfortunately they weren’t ready yet. Maybe in another fifty years, or so. Now the tricky part, to send the spell exactly when needed…
xxx
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Date: 2007-09-13 10:03 pm (UTC)You are evil! But I loves it!
Poor Goku! You've got me curious as to what the hell is going on with all this crazyness, but I have a feeling that you'll make it worth my while. ^___~
And the fact that Goku punched Sanzo was practically mind-boggling. Would this have to do with that snippet that you gave me? Hmmm...*wheels are turning*
You've made me hungry for more! I WANT MORE, KEIRAN-CHAN!
*loves* I'm online, if you wanna chat for a bit. ^____^
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Date: 2007-09-13 10:08 pm (UTC)Well, just so you know there might be a lemon later on. Really. ^_____^
Hm, yes, the snippet has a place in the ficcy. As for the punching- let's just say Sanzo really, really had it coming. The disagreement was rather heated.
I shall provide! ... eventually. *hides*
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:08 pm (UTC)well, christian theology
"a warrior awakes in a white room where he is told by a disembodied voice that he has been chosen as a champion and that if he loses in the arena then his world will be forfeit.
Is his decision not to fight brave or cowardly? this is the fundamental question of ethics" though i can;t remember for the life of me who the quote is from, Rousseau probably, he made me laugh - he was obsessed with being spanked.
anyway
I saw you commission for
it really is beautiful
aya's neck and crawford's expression says so much,
many many hugs because it's amazing
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:40 pm (UTC)*grins* That's a good quote.
I'm glad you like! Thank you. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-14 11:07 am (UTC)there is another one
You are walking through the woods when you step in a mantrap, your leg is fixed and you can hear someone approaching
what is your reaction
this is the ultimate question of humanity
our teacher had hours of fun with this question
apparently there is one correct answer, everyone else is an animal
and then you get all your umberto eco stuff
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Date: 2007-09-14 11:11 am (UTC)did you see the comments it got on both duckie's journal and the comm, I'd be doing the peacock strut for the rest of the day
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:19 am (UTC)you'd just wait. okay. will wait.
i hope the waiting's not too long...
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:08 pm (UTC)I'll try to finish it fast, promise!
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:22 pm (UTC)Theology? *smiles evilly* The perfect subject for you. Oh, how I miss our discussions about religion, politics, and food. Good times...
I'll have to catch myself up on this "Not Crack" business. Heh. Looks interesting.
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:17 pm (UTC)Thank you! That's what I thought when I signed up. :P Of course, on Monday there is an oral exam, I'm supposed to know everything that is done in religion classess in High School. Which would be easier if I A/ attended those, B/ didn't finish High School before the program changed completely. Oh well. o.O
*grins* It's still uncertain whether it wil be crackfic or not. Basically, they find a kid that claims she's Goku's and it goes weirder from there. ^______^
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:58 pm (UTC)Meh. You'll get through the test no problem because you have a brain. *nodnod* Those are handy.
OHMYGOD! Goku with a child! I must read it. It reminds me of this rpg I did for PoT and Jiroh, who is my favorite narcoleptic ball of cotton candy, found out he had a child with a girl he'd slept with 3 years earlier when he was 17. It was crazy. I must read your fic. XD
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:11 pm (UTC)That's what I'm hoping. I am also hoping they won't fail me for having opinions.
Most people react like that. I wonder why? Goku would be a good daddy!
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Date: 2007-09-19 06:54 pm (UTC)