H20 + minerals
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keire_keCurious observation regarding drinking water: when I lived in the halls, I would drink 5 litres of water a day. I'd be sitting at my desk, typing, and sipping. Then up, refill the bottle, again. Now that I'm home, I have a bottle on my desk, it's been here for a week at least, and I still haven't finished!
I'm borrowing like crazy from Firely and Memoirs of a Geisha. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eyesofshinigami, because she encouraged the silly bunny wabbit that spawned this. ^______^ *mutters to self* I will not write more until I finish the other two stories I have going. I will not write more...
The shindig was, as every year, grand. It wasn’t due to begin in hours, but Sanzo already saw coaches stop in front of the palace, one by one. He snorted. The idiots would be populating the salons and sitting rooms of the palace, feeling important because they got a shiny piece of paper with golden letters signed by the Queen herself. Morons, the lot of them.
Sanzo moved to step away from the window. It was not yet time for the truly spectacular coaches of the rich and powerful, those wouldn’t start arriving for another two hours. So far there was no one of interest for him, which excluded the vast majority of the human race. Discounting maybe the owner of the coach pulling up right now. Now that was one crest Sanzo respected, if only because its bearer was a member of the selected few Sanzo considered bearable.
Wonderful. Sanzo stood in the window for a short while longer, confirming that is was indeed Hakkai who arrived. Still dressed in his casual clothes, Sanzo noted. Which meant he was going to be mothered. He looked at the desk. Still too many papers to go through to escape right now.
Sanzo sighed. The couple minutes it took for Hakkai to find his way to Sanzo’s office were to be the last moments of peace he expected this evening.
“The palace is still as confusing as ever, I see,” Hakkai said appearing in the doorway.
“Can’t help you there. I am not an interior decorator.”
“You should at least post signs every now and then. I accidentally walked into Kougaji’s bedroom once. It was disquieting.”
“It would be,” Sanzo smirked.
“I noticed the banquet is going to be spectacular this year.”
“So I hear.”
“And your enthusiasm is killing me.”
“I hate parties.”
“You hate seeing more than three people in one place.”
“What’s your point?”
“Just wanted to remind you that your presence will be expected, your Grace.”
“Please die.”
Unlike Sanzo Hakkai was good at the partying game. He could smile, nod, and wheedle treaties and agreements out of the nobles before they realised they’d agreed to anything. Sanzo, on the other hand, was best at intimidating the stupid, fat and lazy.
“… And I regret to inform you that her Majesty requested that I make sure you not only are present, but that you participate in the festivities. In full regalia.”
“I said I would. Now get lost, die, whatever. I still have work to do.”
“As you wish. Oh, and Sanzo?” Hakkai said turning in the door. His smile was a lot more sinister than it usually was. Sanzo suddenly feared for his life. “I ensured the services of a companion for you for tonight.” He shut the door before Sanzo’s stupefied silence could evolve into sharp retorts.
Sanzo stared at the door, his jaw slack. Did he really just hear what he thought he’d heard? Hakkai wouldn’t-
Would he?
He would, as it turned out two hours later. Sanzo’d just finished cursing at the sash, which was the single most useless piece of brocade ever invented. At least he didn’t have to wear tights. “If there is one thing my ancestors ever did for me,” he muttered fixing the ridiculous crown on his hair, “It’s getting me elevated above tights level. Bless the fuckers.”
Then someone knocked on the door and sure indeed, there was Hakkai. And following him, was a companion. Sanzo, despite his misgivings, had to give Hakkai his due – the whore he hired wasn’t half-bad looking. Then again, this was Hakkai – Sanzo had no doubt that the money that had been paid would keep a family of five fed and sheltered for a week at least. The man has expensive taste, even if Sanzo would kill him later – couldn’t he at least find someone older? Even if an urban legend had it that he regularly consumed babies, and showing up to an official royal ball with a teenager wasn’t that bad, in comparison.
Especially since the teenager in question was quite gorgeous, if one’s preference were for wide eyes and round faces. Sanzo had to admire that. As an accessory for the ball, he would do fine. He was finely dressed, and radiated likeability. He lacked nothing in the bravery department, too, judging by the way he replied to Sanzo’s scowl with a cheerful smile and a courteous – and nothing but courteous – bow.
“Sanzo, this is Son Goku. Goku, his Grace the Duke of Ri, Genjo Sanzo.”
“It’s my pleasure, sir,” Goku said. His eyes twinkled merrily.
“You know you really can’t save my opinion, as far as the rest of the world is concerned,” Sanzo told Hakkai.
“Good heavens, Sanzo! I wouldn’t even begin to try, I’m afraid this is a task beyond human strength. Goku is a birthday gift. I hope you don’t mind,” Hakkai finished turning to the companion.
“Not at all.”
“A whore is your idea of a birthday present?”
“It’s increasingly obvious you would have benefited from more such gifts, sir,” Goku said brightly. “Because you do seem exceedingly frustrated.”
Sanzo stared at the insolent brat, for the second time that evening wondering if he’d heard what he thought he heard. It’d been years since he was addressed so carelessly by anyone other than Hakkai or that favourite of his, whatever his name was.
“Well, I see I was quite right. Sanzo, your grand entrance is expected within twenty minutes; please do try to look respectable and benevolent, hard as it may be. I’ll see you downstairs.”
Hakkai nodded at Sanzo, kissed Goku’s cheek and left, leaving the two staring at each other.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Sanzo said. The mirror in the corner told him there was nothing else to correct with the clownish outfit his status required him to wear. Stupid ancestors.
“Why?”
“For one thing, I have no interest in children.”
“You realise it’s illegal to hire a companion who is not of age?”
“Do I look like I pay attention to your whoring customs?”
“No, but you look like you could use it.” Goku grinned again and cocked his head to the side. “I’m twenty five, if that helps any. Shall we?”
I'm borrowing like crazy from Firely and Memoirs of a Geisha. For
eyesofshinigami, because she encouraged the silly bunny wabbit that spawned this. ^______^ *mutters to self* I will not write more until I finish the other two stories I have going. I will not write more...The shindig was, as every year, grand. It wasn’t due to begin in hours, but Sanzo already saw coaches stop in front of the palace, one by one. He snorted. The idiots would be populating the salons and sitting rooms of the palace, feeling important because they got a shiny piece of paper with golden letters signed by the Queen herself. Morons, the lot of them.
Sanzo moved to step away from the window. It was not yet time for the truly spectacular coaches of the rich and powerful, those wouldn’t start arriving for another two hours. So far there was no one of interest for him, which excluded the vast majority of the human race. Discounting maybe the owner of the coach pulling up right now. Now that was one crest Sanzo respected, if only because its bearer was a member of the selected few Sanzo considered bearable.
Wonderful. Sanzo stood in the window for a short while longer, confirming that is was indeed Hakkai who arrived. Still dressed in his casual clothes, Sanzo noted. Which meant he was going to be mothered. He looked at the desk. Still too many papers to go through to escape right now.
Sanzo sighed. The couple minutes it took for Hakkai to find his way to Sanzo’s office were to be the last moments of peace he expected this evening.
“The palace is still as confusing as ever, I see,” Hakkai said appearing in the doorway.
“Can’t help you there. I am not an interior decorator.”
“You should at least post signs every now and then. I accidentally walked into Kougaji’s bedroom once. It was disquieting.”
“It would be,” Sanzo smirked.
“I noticed the banquet is going to be spectacular this year.”
“So I hear.”
“And your enthusiasm is killing me.”
“I hate parties.”
“You hate seeing more than three people in one place.”
“What’s your point?”
“Just wanted to remind you that your presence will be expected, your Grace.”
“Please die.”
Unlike Sanzo Hakkai was good at the partying game. He could smile, nod, and wheedle treaties and agreements out of the nobles before they realised they’d agreed to anything. Sanzo, on the other hand, was best at intimidating the stupid, fat and lazy.
“… And I regret to inform you that her Majesty requested that I make sure you not only are present, but that you participate in the festivities. In full regalia.”
“I said I would. Now get lost, die, whatever. I still have work to do.”
“As you wish. Oh, and Sanzo?” Hakkai said turning in the door. His smile was a lot more sinister than it usually was. Sanzo suddenly feared for his life. “I ensured the services of a companion for you for tonight.” He shut the door before Sanzo’s stupefied silence could evolve into sharp retorts.
Sanzo stared at the door, his jaw slack. Did he really just hear what he thought he’d heard? Hakkai wouldn’t-
Would he?
He would, as it turned out two hours later. Sanzo’d just finished cursing at the sash, which was the single most useless piece of brocade ever invented. At least he didn’t have to wear tights. “If there is one thing my ancestors ever did for me,” he muttered fixing the ridiculous crown on his hair, “It’s getting me elevated above tights level. Bless the fuckers.”
Then someone knocked on the door and sure indeed, there was Hakkai. And following him, was a companion. Sanzo, despite his misgivings, had to give Hakkai his due – the whore he hired wasn’t half-bad looking. Then again, this was Hakkai – Sanzo had no doubt that the money that had been paid would keep a family of five fed and sheltered for a week at least. The man has expensive taste, even if Sanzo would kill him later – couldn’t he at least find someone older? Even if an urban legend had it that he regularly consumed babies, and showing up to an official royal ball with a teenager wasn’t that bad, in comparison.
Especially since the teenager in question was quite gorgeous, if one’s preference were for wide eyes and round faces. Sanzo had to admire that. As an accessory for the ball, he would do fine. He was finely dressed, and radiated likeability. He lacked nothing in the bravery department, too, judging by the way he replied to Sanzo’s scowl with a cheerful smile and a courteous – and nothing but courteous – bow.
“Sanzo, this is Son Goku. Goku, his Grace the Duke of Ri, Genjo Sanzo.”
“It’s my pleasure, sir,” Goku said. His eyes twinkled merrily.
“You know you really can’t save my opinion, as far as the rest of the world is concerned,” Sanzo told Hakkai.
“Good heavens, Sanzo! I wouldn’t even begin to try, I’m afraid this is a task beyond human strength. Goku is a birthday gift. I hope you don’t mind,” Hakkai finished turning to the companion.
“Not at all.”
“A whore is your idea of a birthday present?”
“It’s increasingly obvious you would have benefited from more such gifts, sir,” Goku said brightly. “Because you do seem exceedingly frustrated.”
Sanzo stared at the insolent brat, for the second time that evening wondering if he’d heard what he thought he heard. It’d been years since he was addressed so carelessly by anyone other than Hakkai or that favourite of his, whatever his name was.
“Well, I see I was quite right. Sanzo, your grand entrance is expected within twenty minutes; please do try to look respectable and benevolent, hard as it may be. I’ll see you downstairs.”
Hakkai nodded at Sanzo, kissed Goku’s cheek and left, leaving the two staring at each other.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Sanzo said. The mirror in the corner told him there was nothing else to correct with the clownish outfit his status required him to wear. Stupid ancestors.
“Why?”
“For one thing, I have no interest in children.”
“You realise it’s illegal to hire a companion who is not of age?”
“Do I look like I pay attention to your whoring customs?”
“No, but you look like you could use it.” Goku grinned again and cocked his head to the side. “I’m twenty five, if that helps any. Shall we?”
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:00 am (UTC)i like the idea of goku as a gift.
*oh the implications*
and sanzo, scowling sanzo. so him. *grins*
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Date: 2007-09-27 07:18 am (UTC)You know that in Sanzo's case that is the only gift worth giving. Except for a stash of bullets.
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Date: 2007-09-27 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 08:07 am (UTC)And Sanzo, really. A blind person could notice he needs to get laid. XD Thankies! I am really fond of the bunny, so it will be continued when I'm done with the other fics.
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Date: 2007-09-27 08:36 am (UTC)Hee! That's just what I keep saying about *my* Firefly/Saiyuki crossover!
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Date: 2007-09-27 08:38 am (UTC)how is it going? *can't wait*
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Date: 2007-09-27 09:45 am (UTC)Slowly! Very s-l-o-w-l-y
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Date: 2007-09-27 08:40 pm (UTC)awww. I'm running out of theories to consider!
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:50 pm (UTC)I love the attitude you've given Goku here, as I could totally see him being cheeky with Sanzo. I can only assume what Hakkai told him on the trip there (amongst other times. ^___~), so it would seem only logical that he would have a bit of an attitude.
And I agree with what you told
*gigglesnort* I can't wait for the rest. And I'll be online later, so I can poke you for details. *hinthint* And I wrote more! <3 I think you're going to love it.
LOVE!
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Date: 2007-09-27 07:34 pm (UTC)Hee, Goku is all kinds of fun to write as a companion. Cheeky little monkey. I have a feling Hakkai was telling stories about Sanzo for a while now. He plans carefully. *evil grin* And Goku is not easily intimidated.
I honestly can't think of anyone better. Who else would put up with Sanzo's shit?
Goku is seriously going to be a threat to Sanzo's poor heart. He has all sorts of comments for all occassions. XD Thankies!
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Date: 2007-09-28 12:10 am (UTC)I love your writing. :) Everything just flows so well together. This was a great little fic and I enjoyed Goku being forward. It's nice to read fics where he isn't getting hit all the time. I like an assertive Goku that knows how to play Sanzo. XD
Favorite line: "Sanzo, your grand entrance is expected within twenty minutes; please do try to look respectable and benevolent, hard as it may be."
I know what you mean about drinking H2O. It used to be my drink of choice and I'd drink several bottles of it daily. Now, I choose coffee and leave my water bottle sitting in my refrigerator. :(
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Date: 2007-09-28 07:04 am (UTC)Hakkai is a wholly different bag of tricks. He is so sneaky!
I drink a lot of coffee and tea anyway, but I miss the water days. :(
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Date: 2007-09-28 01:19 pm (UTC)I can imagine! Goku is a cheeky little monkey, and I could see him lacking that...ability to hold his tongue in check when it came to Sanzo. In more ways than one, LOL! And when has Goku ever really been intimidated by Sanzo, honestly?
There aren't many who would.
Sanzo: Blah blah blah I'm an asshole...
Random Potential Mate: GRAH! I HATES YOU!
Sanzo: *blink blink* Whatever. *shuffles off*
So...Goku's like a Magic 8 ball? *giggles* Just tip him over and...never mind. XDDD
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Date: 2007-09-28 01:40 pm (UTC)I suspect that if Goku was raised away from Sanzo and his "shut up and die" attitude, he would be holding his own like a champion.
Sanzo: It’s a wonder no one killed you yet.
Goku: It is comments like these that make people wish you gave up the celibacy, you know.
He can certainly come up with a retort! And infinitely more fun to tip over. XD
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Date: 2007-09-30 01:01 am (UTC)Definitely! That's why I hold fast to the idea that Sanzo is going to be utterly unable to keep his hands off of Goku when they reunite in the manga. ^______^ But I agree entirely.
Sanzo:...
Goku: Hows about I give you a blowjob and we'll call it even?
Sanzo: *jaw drop*
Oh yesh! I'm sure Sanzo would agree with you. Except for we know who does most of the tipping over.
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Date: 2007-09-30 01:31 am (UTC)I can't wait to read more of that story!
Heh - Sanzo will have to grab Goku and never let him go if he plans on keeping him. ^______^
*is imagining the look on Sanzo's face**snerk*
Yes we do! *grins at you*
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Date: 2007-10-11 12:57 pm (UTC)when is the next update?
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Date: 2007-10-11 02:34 pm (UTC)Well, part two has been up for a while, if you didn't see it, as for more I'm not sure. I have a bit more written, but I need to finish ACB and NTLN first. My muses are unpredictable though, so anything is possible. ^_______^
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Date: 2008-01-26 08:17 pm (UTC)“It’s increasingly obvious you would have benefited from more such gifts, sir,” Goku said brightly. “Because you do seem exceedingly frustrated.”
BWAhAHAHAHA :D Goku, you're precious indeed! XD *loves*
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Date: 2008-01-26 08:37 pm (UTC)This fic started odd - I pictured Goku growing up without Sanzo and then being schooled in flirting. He turned out so adorable and precious it's unbelievable!