The Force is strong with Yoda!cat
Nov. 18th, 2007 03:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keire_keHm. Strangely enough, Lappie is now spellchecking the words I type into the LJ Update field. I never bothered with spellchecking my posts (excepting the fics of course) and now it just happens as I go. Curious, but not unwelcome.
Now for the spoiling of the FList: crap, this damn thing is growing. Everything has a backstory now. x.X
The hunting for the rabbit took place on the day of the winter solstice. Although it wasn’t official, the games had, at some point, extended to last about a week after that, to allow the participants to relax and prepare for another busy year.
Sanzo’s view of the vacation was that he was trapped with all those people in the dreadfully small – compared to his empty palace – mansion. He was forced to socialise even over breakfast. And of course there were the baths, which Hakkai seemed to consider the best avenue to discuss state matters with his Royal Highness. Sanzo, as the General of the Army, was invited every time. He accepted maybe half of these invitations, all the while battling the sneaking suspicion that Hakkai knew that would be the case and invited him twice as often as he should. This theory was further supported by that one time when Sanzo strode through the baths in search of the man, an hour after an invitation was issued, and instead found his sister. In a bath. With that whore.
He’d stopped for no more than a couple of seconds, and his view was mostly obscured by a wooden screen, but it’d already been too much. There was soap in Goku’s hair and the white suds slid between Kanan’s fingers and down his glistening, golden neck as he kissed her.
Sanzo strode out of the bathroom and only remembered about looking for Hakkai when he deigned to emerge from his room for dinner.
As fate would have it, he ended up sitting next to the monkey at the table. Sanzo hated his life sometimes.
Perhaps that was the reason for the derogatory remarks regarding whoring in general and male whores in particular. Or perhaps it was Gojyo’s fault, for provoking the “Sanzo should have been a companion” discussion in the first place.
“And anyway, monkey just looks like a teenaged scholar, he could easily knock you over,” Gojyo said, grinning at Sanzo.
“Knowing how to pose in a vaguely fighting stance doesn’t make you a fighter.” Which in itself wasn’t so bad, perhaps, but the tone in which it was delivered was a clear invitation for an argument.
“I can fight!” Goku said, frowning.
Sanzo snorted.
Half an hour later he was standing opposite Goku in a training hall. The floor was layered with training mats, the walls were supporting an array of weaponry. Sanzo wondered how did he let the moron talk him into this.
“Ready?”
“Despite popular opinion, I don’t murder children habitually,” Sanzo muttered.
“If you manage to kill me, you can safely tell everyone I was of age and agreed of my own free will,” Goku said with a smile.
“That’s your strategy? Talking me to death?” Sanzo intended to finish the question pouring as much sarcasm as he possibly could into the final word. Despite the plan “death” turned out rather high-pitched – embarrassingly so. His jaw ached and there was a hint of pain in his ribcage.
The most analytical part of his brain cheered for the companion – a beautifully executed sparring move that was. Cool, precise and technically sound. No damage done, opponent on the ground, ten out of ten and bonus for style.
“And the monkey scores a hit!” Gojyo intoned cheerfully from the sidelines.
Sanzo turned his head, a little dazed, and glared at their audience. “Die,” he told Gojyo and Hakkai.
“Hey, chaperoning is necessary. We wouldn’t want you to kill our monkey and bury him in the backyard.”
“I’m not a monkey!”
Sanzo got up, watching the short companion warily. It seemed there was ground for the challenge, after all. He shouldn’t be surprised that a companion was in such a good shape – judging by how he looked, Sanzo should have anticipated trouble. He blocked Goku’s punch and, to his surprise, it took effort and more time than he had to spare, as immediately he had to deflect another. Sanzo brought his knee up sharply and whirled to avoid the swipe of Goku’s arm aimed at his back.
Goku really could fight, Sanzo realised with a considerable amount of surprise. At a level that surpassed anything he’d expect from someone who whored for a living. Truth be told, he surpassed just about everyone who didn’t fight professionally. But it was no time for reflection. Sanzo narrowed his eyes and retaliated, forcing Goku to step back. Murmurs from the sidelines increased as more people arrived to watch.
There were several things that Sanzo found alien, humility and tact among them. He had no reservations about letting people know just how much better than them he was. He was also, although that was mentioned a lot less often, brutally honest and down to earth about his own abilities. Years of training and watching others fight made him the most sought after warlord in the country. So when this whore managed, with relative ease, to keep up with him, Sanzo felt disturbed.
Like his credentials were being questioned.
Almost without thinking he adjusted his stance, moving from sparring to fighting. Goku still moved fast and his hits were still strong, but it was so much easier to counter them when he stopped worrying about safety.
He should have paid attention to the flash of pain on Goku’s face as Sanzo hit the nerve in his shoulder, but he was too much into the game now.
Goku sidestepped one of Sanzo’s kicks and lashed out with his hand. Sanzo saw something flash before his eyes and his mind, already running more on instinct than conscious thought, reacted blindly. Before he could think about what he was doing, he drove his elbow into Goku’s solar plexus, half-turned, taking the companion down, and when he finally realised where he was, he was pressing Goku’s stomach to the floor with his knee, and his forearm to Goku’s throat.
“Shit, Goku!” Gojyo yelled running to them.
Sanzo stood up slowly, watching as Gojyo helped Goku up. The companion was trying to catch his breath, but seemed to be otherwise all right.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Gojyo turned to Sanzo, murder in his gaze. “You could have killed him!”
“Shouldn’t have tried to fight me then,” Sanzo said in response.
“If I knew you were going to murder him, I wouldn’t have let him!”
“Shut up, Gojyo.” Goku’s voice was quiet, but audible. “It’s not his fault.”
“Not his fault! Monkey, he could have killed you!”
“I’m alright. Stop whining.” Silencing Gojyo temporarily, Goku got to his feet. He coughed as he checked whether his vocal cords were in order, then he turned to Sanzo with a curt bow.
Sanzo felt wretched. He wouldn’t bother to explain himself or anything, particularly not with all these people, but he still felt wretched as Gojyo, aided by Kanan and Hakkai led Goku out of the hall. As if the whore couldn’t walk on his own.
Sanzo didn’t go down for supper. Instead he retreated to his room, where he passed the time watching the view from his window. He wasn’t sorry. The moron challenged him and it wasn’t like he attacked without warning. He should know better than to fight civilians. Especially when the civilian proved to be quite adept at holding his own in a fight. He should have realised it might set him off.
“Still moping?”
Sanzo turned. Goku was standing in the open door, holding a covered tray.
“The hell you’re doing here?”
“Well, the news got around and no one was brave enough to fetch you dinner. So I volunteered.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re too skinny. You should eat.” Goku settled the tray on a table next to the window. He picked up the cover and set it aside. “I wasn’t sure what you like, so I brought a bit of everything.” By the looks of it, he brought everything they had in the kitchen and then some.
Sanzo watched Goku’s dexterous managing of the plates and bowls and utensils. He couldn’t detect a trace of nervousness. “I could have killed you, you know,” he said, testing the waters.
“I know.”
Sanzo blinked. He didn’t expect that.
“What?”
“You are a soldier, right? Obviously killing people is your job.”
“So did your brain go out when you challenged me to a fight?”
“I didn’t think you’d take me this seriously.” Goku sounded rueful as he rubbed his neck.
“You are not so bad yourself.”
Goku handed Sanzo a bowl of soup. He stared, without blinking, until Sanzo gave in and took it. He beamed then. “Was that a compliment? I might have to record it.”
“I was wondering how a whore learned to fight like that.”
Goku leaned against the window. “What’s so surprising? We are all taught how to fight, in case a client doesn’t realise that no is no.
“Still,” Goku added after a moment’s pause, “I was told I’m really good at it. And I’m glad you did agree to spar. No one wants to practice with me back at the house. Gojyo does, sometimes, but he’s busy most of the time and I’m better than him anyway.”
“Very modest of you.”
Goku, as if only just realising what he said, blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
He really didn’t, Sanzo knew. Didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Goku seemed to find bragging as alien as sucking up. As for how good he was, the mere fact that Sanzo took the potential threat seriously spoke volumes.
More pressing, however, was the matter of food. Sanzo found it was very hard to stop eating with Goku staring him into accepting a plate as soon as he finished the previous one. “What are you trying to do, fatten me?”
“Can’t see how that’d hurt. You’re too skinny.”
“Shouldn’t you be off, annoying Kanan?”
“She said it’s okay if I go annoy you for a while. She’s playing chess with Jien.”
There was silence. “You did a mighty fine job. Now go to hell.”
“Oh, lighten up.” Goku laced his fingers together after handing Sanzo another plate. Sanzo took it, not without a thinly veiled insult. Goku just smiled in reply.
Now for the spoiling of the FList: crap, this damn thing is growing. Everything has a backstory now. x.X
The hunting for the rabbit took place on the day of the winter solstice. Although it wasn’t official, the games had, at some point, extended to last about a week after that, to allow the participants to relax and prepare for another busy year.
Sanzo’s view of the vacation was that he was trapped with all those people in the dreadfully small – compared to his empty palace – mansion. He was forced to socialise even over breakfast. And of course there were the baths, which Hakkai seemed to consider the best avenue to discuss state matters with his Royal Highness. Sanzo, as the General of the Army, was invited every time. He accepted maybe half of these invitations, all the while battling the sneaking suspicion that Hakkai knew that would be the case and invited him twice as often as he should. This theory was further supported by that one time when Sanzo strode through the baths in search of the man, an hour after an invitation was issued, and instead found his sister. In a bath. With that whore.
He’d stopped for no more than a couple of seconds, and his view was mostly obscured by a wooden screen, but it’d already been too much. There was soap in Goku’s hair and the white suds slid between Kanan’s fingers and down his glistening, golden neck as he kissed her.
Sanzo strode out of the bathroom and only remembered about looking for Hakkai when he deigned to emerge from his room for dinner.
As fate would have it, he ended up sitting next to the monkey at the table. Sanzo hated his life sometimes.
Perhaps that was the reason for the derogatory remarks regarding whoring in general and male whores in particular. Or perhaps it was Gojyo’s fault, for provoking the “Sanzo should have been a companion” discussion in the first place.
“And anyway, monkey just looks like a teenaged scholar, he could easily knock you over,” Gojyo said, grinning at Sanzo.
“Knowing how to pose in a vaguely fighting stance doesn’t make you a fighter.” Which in itself wasn’t so bad, perhaps, but the tone in which it was delivered was a clear invitation for an argument.
“I can fight!” Goku said, frowning.
Sanzo snorted.
Half an hour later he was standing opposite Goku in a training hall. The floor was layered with training mats, the walls were supporting an array of weaponry. Sanzo wondered how did he let the moron talk him into this.
“Ready?”
“Despite popular opinion, I don’t murder children habitually,” Sanzo muttered.
“If you manage to kill me, you can safely tell everyone I was of age and agreed of my own free will,” Goku said with a smile.
“That’s your strategy? Talking me to death?” Sanzo intended to finish the question pouring as much sarcasm as he possibly could into the final word. Despite the plan “death” turned out rather high-pitched – embarrassingly so. His jaw ached and there was a hint of pain in his ribcage.
The most analytical part of his brain cheered for the companion – a beautifully executed sparring move that was. Cool, precise and technically sound. No damage done, opponent on the ground, ten out of ten and bonus for style.
“And the monkey scores a hit!” Gojyo intoned cheerfully from the sidelines.
Sanzo turned his head, a little dazed, and glared at their audience. “Die,” he told Gojyo and Hakkai.
“Hey, chaperoning is necessary. We wouldn’t want you to kill our monkey and bury him in the backyard.”
“I’m not a monkey!”
Sanzo got up, watching the short companion warily. It seemed there was ground for the challenge, after all. He shouldn’t be surprised that a companion was in such a good shape – judging by how he looked, Sanzo should have anticipated trouble. He blocked Goku’s punch and, to his surprise, it took effort and more time than he had to spare, as immediately he had to deflect another. Sanzo brought his knee up sharply and whirled to avoid the swipe of Goku’s arm aimed at his back.
Goku really could fight, Sanzo realised with a considerable amount of surprise. At a level that surpassed anything he’d expect from someone who whored for a living. Truth be told, he surpassed just about everyone who didn’t fight professionally. But it was no time for reflection. Sanzo narrowed his eyes and retaliated, forcing Goku to step back. Murmurs from the sidelines increased as more people arrived to watch.
There were several things that Sanzo found alien, humility and tact among them. He had no reservations about letting people know just how much better than them he was. He was also, although that was mentioned a lot less often, brutally honest and down to earth about his own abilities. Years of training and watching others fight made him the most sought after warlord in the country. So when this whore managed, with relative ease, to keep up with him, Sanzo felt disturbed.
Like his credentials were being questioned.
Almost without thinking he adjusted his stance, moving from sparring to fighting. Goku still moved fast and his hits were still strong, but it was so much easier to counter them when he stopped worrying about safety.
He should have paid attention to the flash of pain on Goku’s face as Sanzo hit the nerve in his shoulder, but he was too much into the game now.
Goku sidestepped one of Sanzo’s kicks and lashed out with his hand. Sanzo saw something flash before his eyes and his mind, already running more on instinct than conscious thought, reacted blindly. Before he could think about what he was doing, he drove his elbow into Goku’s solar plexus, half-turned, taking the companion down, and when he finally realised where he was, he was pressing Goku’s stomach to the floor with his knee, and his forearm to Goku’s throat.
“Shit, Goku!” Gojyo yelled running to them.
Sanzo stood up slowly, watching as Gojyo helped Goku up. The companion was trying to catch his breath, but seemed to be otherwise all right.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Gojyo turned to Sanzo, murder in his gaze. “You could have killed him!”
“Shouldn’t have tried to fight me then,” Sanzo said in response.
“If I knew you were going to murder him, I wouldn’t have let him!”
“Shut up, Gojyo.” Goku’s voice was quiet, but audible. “It’s not his fault.”
“Not his fault! Monkey, he could have killed you!”
“I’m alright. Stop whining.” Silencing Gojyo temporarily, Goku got to his feet. He coughed as he checked whether his vocal cords were in order, then he turned to Sanzo with a curt bow.
Sanzo felt wretched. He wouldn’t bother to explain himself or anything, particularly not with all these people, but he still felt wretched as Gojyo, aided by Kanan and Hakkai led Goku out of the hall. As if the whore couldn’t walk on his own.
Sanzo didn’t go down for supper. Instead he retreated to his room, where he passed the time watching the view from his window. He wasn’t sorry. The moron challenged him and it wasn’t like he attacked without warning. He should know better than to fight civilians. Especially when the civilian proved to be quite adept at holding his own in a fight. He should have realised it might set him off.
“Still moping?”
Sanzo turned. Goku was standing in the open door, holding a covered tray.
“The hell you’re doing here?”
“Well, the news got around and no one was brave enough to fetch you dinner. So I volunteered.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re too skinny. You should eat.” Goku settled the tray on a table next to the window. He picked up the cover and set it aside. “I wasn’t sure what you like, so I brought a bit of everything.” By the looks of it, he brought everything they had in the kitchen and then some.
Sanzo watched Goku’s dexterous managing of the plates and bowls and utensils. He couldn’t detect a trace of nervousness. “I could have killed you, you know,” he said, testing the waters.
“I know.”
Sanzo blinked. He didn’t expect that.
“What?”
“You are a soldier, right? Obviously killing people is your job.”
“So did your brain go out when you challenged me to a fight?”
“I didn’t think you’d take me this seriously.” Goku sounded rueful as he rubbed his neck.
“You are not so bad yourself.”
Goku handed Sanzo a bowl of soup. He stared, without blinking, until Sanzo gave in and took it. He beamed then. “Was that a compliment? I might have to record it.”
“I was wondering how a whore learned to fight like that.”
Goku leaned against the window. “What’s so surprising? We are all taught how to fight, in case a client doesn’t realise that no is no.
“Still,” Goku added after a moment’s pause, “I was told I’m really good at it. And I’m glad you did agree to spar. No one wants to practice with me back at the house. Gojyo does, sometimes, but he’s busy most of the time and I’m better than him anyway.”
“Very modest of you.”
Goku, as if only just realising what he said, blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
He really didn’t, Sanzo knew. Didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Goku seemed to find bragging as alien as sucking up. As for how good he was, the mere fact that Sanzo took the potential threat seriously spoke volumes.
More pressing, however, was the matter of food. Sanzo found it was very hard to stop eating with Goku staring him into accepting a plate as soon as he finished the previous one. “What are you trying to do, fatten me?”
“Can’t see how that’d hurt. You’re too skinny.”
“Shouldn’t you be off, annoying Kanan?”
“She said it’s okay if I go annoy you for a while. She’s playing chess with Jien.”
There was silence. “You did a mighty fine job. Now go to hell.”
“Oh, lighten up.” Goku laced his fingers together after handing Sanzo another plate. Sanzo took it, not without a thinly veiled insult. Goku just smiled in reply.
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Date: 2007-11-18 11:04 am (UTC)Thought the battle of wills going on between Sanzo and Hakkai was really well drawn too. Nothing too confrontational, just subtle manoeuvring and suspicion.
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Date: 2007-11-18 11:59 am (UTC)Hakkai's brain power is scary. He has Sanzo figured out so well. Gifts won't work, bribes won't work, cajoling won't work - Sanzo needs to think it was his own idea.
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Date: 2007-11-18 03:38 pm (UTC)how crazy is that?
anyway. hurrah for goku!
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Date: 2007-11-18 04:16 pm (UTC)Hurray for Goku indeed! Sanzo is doomed to forever be mooning over the monkey now!
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Date: 2007-11-19 01:51 pm (UTC)You already know how much I love that fight scene. It was hot and intense, but you also get the sense that both Sanzo and Goku are trying to prove something. At least, that's how I read it. Especially Goku, even though we all know this Goku doesn't need to prove anything to Sanzo. ^___~
And I agree. I love the idea of Goku bringing Sanzo food. You know he secretly likes it. Goku has to be all ninja-sneaky about taking care of Sanzo, always. *laughs*
Oh, you know how I feel about your Hakkai in this story. So deliciously cunning and sneaky. *grin*
Anywhos, I love this, you know I do. <3
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Date: 2007-11-19 05:30 pm (UTC)I think that in a sense you are right - they are trying to prove something. Goku needs Sanzo's respect, on top of the wild lust, he's a sensitive boy. That's why he will ultimately fail at the job. He is happy being with people he considers friends (or being a one-time gift for friends' of friends), but he cannot, like Gojyo be so into it without the feelings. He's such a girl, to quote Dean Winchester.
:D Goku was speaking the truth, at least partially: it wouldn't do for a member of the royal court (so to speak) to go on hungry, but at the same time everyone was too nervous to wander too close. Goku made one servant very very happy by volunteering. Plus, he does think Sanzo is too skinny. XDD
Hakkai is evil in a good way. He knows what people need better than they do!
<3 Thanks!
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Date: 2007-11-20 02:27 am (UTC)I enjoyed the fight scene very much. I also like the way that you have Sanzo as being very tough and competent in the fighting arena. So many times he is written as a damsal in distress or a princess watching from the sidelines. I like a butt-kicking Sanzo...even if it's Goku's butt that he's kicking.
Thank you for such a tough, intimidating, warlord Sanzo. :D
I'm very interested in where you are taking this fic!
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Date: 2007-11-20 06:41 pm (UTC)When Goku stands up to him, it must be something of a pleasant surprise. :)
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-11-23 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-24 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-26 10:19 pm (UTC)I love your Gojyo... He's so sweet :)
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