[fic] Simple Things 14
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keire_keTitle: Simple Things 14
Rating: 16
Pairings: 39, 58
Genre: horror
Warnings: cannibalism is discussed, vampirism is in effect
Summary: People want simple things. Sanzo wants his efforts recognised. Goku wants a home. Hakkai wants his friends to clean up after themselves. Gojyo wants beer.
Author notes: This fic is sponsored by Twilight, enabled by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moshesque and eyesofshinigami, and also sister (gee_nekoi), for keeping Twilight and sparkly vampires in my head by talking about them. XD For the record, this fic is a sparkle-free zone.
Most of the vampire lore in this fic (extra row of fangs, hidden in the tissue above maxillary teeth, beheading, the fact that they are not technically dead) I stole from Supernatural.
Tentative estimates put the total of the fic at 17 chapters, so about 10 more k, so altogether about 56k. To think I worried I might not hit NaNo-length. *shakes head*
LIII.
Gojyo was bloody satisfied. He loved being right, oh God, the feeling was so good. Sanzo had needed the sex, needed it like he needed the air to breathe. Lo and behold, he got laid, and already the difference in his disposition astounded.
“You look happier,” Gojyo observed, fighting the shit-eating grin.
“Thank you very much, Gojyo, I do feel a lot happier. You were right, sex helped,” Sanzo said. Well, what he actually said was “fuck you, Fluffy,” but Gojyo had a PhD in Sanzo-speak. It wasn’t hard; all he had to do was read between the lines.
“I told you.” Gojyo turned to Hakkai. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“You did, yes.”
“Wasn’t I right?”
“You were right.”
“Shut the fuck up already,” Sanzo said. He was complaining, of course, the dick that he was, but he was mild about it, satisfied and so goddamned happy his pale mug shone in the unlit room. He would die before he voiced the feelings, or admit Gojyo was correct, but that was just his innate Sanzo-ness. Gojyo harboured no grudges. He took his due out of Sanzo’s hide.
“I love my life,” Gojyo said. This was far from over. If there was also one thing that could possibly get Gojyo interested in scientific enquiry, it was how long would one afterglow last for Sanzo. Considering that Gojyo was pretty sure the last action Sanzo had seen involved Hakkai (studiously not going there, because explaining to Hakkai just why he was fantasizing about his best friend was so not going to happen), which meant it had been close to half a century before Goku.
“So, how does it feel? I mean, by your standards you are high like a kite.”
“Was there a new fucking dictionary issued recently, and ‘fuck off and die’ has some new meaning I’m unaware of?”
“No, not that I know. What I want to know is how was it?”
“Screw you.”
“C’mon,” Gojyo whined. “It’s not a big secret he’s gonna smell fantastic.” There was the question how the fuck did Sanzo resist the temptation, which he obviously did. Goku hadn’t been so much as nicked in the course of sex, which was surprising. Orgasm wasn’t known as the state of most control, vampire or human. “Dude, how did you do it?” Gojyo asked.
“What?”
“How did you not kill him? I mean, don’t even try pretending he’s the only one that got off, that’s bullshit.”
Sanzo, as much as it was possible, reddened. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”
“That’s progress,” Gojyo told Hakkai. “It wasn’t a ‘fuck off and die’.”
“What, it makes you feel unloved? Fine, fuck off an die!”
“Aw, you do care!”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes you doooo.” And then Gojyo ran, because satisfied or not, Sanzo had a nasty temper. That was okay though: Sanzo tried to maul him with a smile on his face. Well, the expression that passed for a smile on his face, which most people would consider a frown, but Gojyo knew better. Sanzo was blissful and happy and that was such a novelty for him and his social circles, he could only deal with it by being his usual dicky self.
LIV.
Sanzo escaped the apartment number 5 with his pride mostly intact. Gojyo was still a dick, more so when he was right, but he did have a heart. The fact that the heart he had was in the fridge was irrelevant. Sanzo knocked on Goku’s door and let himself in instead, finding the boy sprawled on the couch, a handful of photocopies in his hand. The portrait Sanzo’d sketched was on the floor by the computer, so that whoever sat in front of the screen had a clear view. Sanzo allowed himself a small smile at the sight. He did a good job, regardless of how the colour turned out. It still paled in comparison to the real thing, but the likeness was well-captured, messy hair to pointy chin.
Sanzo turned to the model and experienced a momentary blackout of all thought. Goku was lying across the couch, his feet propped on the backrest, wearing just boxer shorts, snug around his buttocks.
“Hey,” he said, sitting up and beaming. “Sorry, you can’t stay long, I need to be off in a minute. I have a test today.”
“Will you pass?”
“Yeah, ’s no big deal. I hope so.” Goku rolled off the couch and grabbed his pants. “Fluid mechanics,” he added when Sanzo picked up a copy.
“Huh.”
“It’s how fluids react with environment.”
“I know what fluid mechanics are,” Sanzo said. “I studied physics.”
“Right, right, I forgot. Sorry. It requires a lot brain-bendin’ for me, but it ain’t hard,” Goku said, collecting his pages. “I’m gonna se you later.” He packed the last of his books and tied his shoes. “I ought ta be done ‘round three.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“What for?” Goku asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Are you trying to be obtuse exceptionally hard today, or is it your nature?”
“What are you so mean for?” Goku scrunched up his nose and approximated a glare. Considering his facial structure, he got the look of a wounded bunny.
“You almost got killed. Do you have the first idea how lucky you were?”
“You killed the fella. You spray-painted him all over the damn cellar! How is that not gonna scare everyone else away?”
“You have no idea what it feels like.” Sanzo took a couple of steps to press Goku against the wall. “This is not the craving you get for a lollipop, this is the line between starving and death, and it never fucking goes away. Any vampire would die to try and drink you up.”
“You got better,” Goku said, pushing him aside.
“No. I didn’t. I’m just biding my time.”
“What do you want me to do? Log in every time I wanna set foot outside? That ain’t happening.” Goku was ireful now. Sanzo saw the amber strings become polluted with the ugly crusty red of anger, and it saddened him.
“You need looking after.”
“Fuck you.”
“Quit acting like a child.”
“Quit treating me like one! I’m a friggin’ adult, and I’ve been on my own for a while!”
“It’s not the same! Vampires flock to big cities, it’s a wonder there’s only been one so far. You cannot be so stupid as to ignore that.”
Goku’s eyes narrowed. “You will not tell me what I can and cannot do. I know this is a problem. I’ll start bathing in garlic, or whatever, if I must, but I don’t need a bloody chaperone!”
“Garlic isn’t worth a dime against a vampire.”
“Hakkai don’t use garlic for cooking,” Goku said, blinking.
“Because he doesn’t like the smell. If you ask him, he’ll start. I eat garlic. It’s one of the few things that tastes strong enough.”
“Oh. But he said there’s plants you don’t like.”
“Just because I don’t like a plant doesn’t mean I will hesitate to approach it, when the reward is apt,” Sanzo said folding his arms. He was hoping he wouldn’t need to spell out the potential reward here. “You are not to leave the apartment unsupervised.” Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say.
“Fuck you, Sanzo,” Goku said, grabbing his rucksack. “I ain’t your property, and I ain’t a proper lady of your age, to be carted by the arm. You can take all that crap and shove it.”
“Even you cannot be so stupid as to disregard your own safety.”
“I ain’t gonna go waltzing into the midnight bloodsucking clubs, if that’s what you mean. Be reasonable, Sanzo.” Goku’s voice turned pleading. “That guy was nuts. And he was the first vampire, aside from you, I’ve ever seen. It ain’t like there’s a long line of them, waiting for have a piece of me.”
“You might be surprised.”
“What, ya got names?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.”
“Jesus Christ. Look, I promise I’ll be careful,” Goku said. “If that ain’t gonna work, I’m gonna go and lie to the blood donation centre, give more blood than is healthy and then get a transfusion.”
“How do you plan on making this work?”
“Whatever! Just don’t go stalking me!”
Sanzo opened his mouth to say something more, but before he could Goku took a look at his watch.
“Crap, I’m gonna be late.” He grabbed Sanzo by the elbow and ushered him outside. “Go, play with Gojyo or whatever it is you do when you don’t stalk people.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Sanzo ground out finally, at long last giving voice to the fear that haunted all the hours of his day since the vampire incident. Now this was the right track, he surmised from the way Goku’s features softened. Go for the heart, appeal to Goku’s tender emotion, why the fuck hadn’t this occurred to him previously?
“Shit happens,” Goku said stroking his cheek. “Ain’t a damn thing you can do to stop it. Tell you what, if I get hit by a bus, you are welcome to finish me off by blood loss. That cool with you?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
Goku laughed and ran, without a care in the world. Tonight Sanzo, once Goku fell asleep, was going to have another sleepless night, patrolling the city in search of other vampires.
LV.
“I cannot find fault in his argument,” Hakkai said, lifting a cup of tea to his lips. Though he could taste the beverage only after an hour of careful steeping, when the liquid was more dark brown sludge than water, he never ceased to enjoy tea. It gave him the illusion of enjoying vegetation-based meals, which worked wonders on the vestiges of his humanity.
“Were you struck with the sudden bout of stupidity too?”
“Sanzo, be reasonable,” Hakkai said setting the cup aside. “He is still a child. He needs to assert his independence.”
“He is twenty years old and in permanent danger.”
“I would like to remind you that there is so few of us in the world, Goku would be very unlucky to run into a vampire ever again in his lifetime.”
“On what do you base this prediction?”
“I have reason to suspect that Goku’s appeal is based on sexual maturity. We might crave the blood of children, but Goku is, as you know, something else. Now, basic biology tells us that children aren’t sexually attractive, so it stands to reason Goku has only been as magnetic for perhaps five-six years. Even less, he seems to be a late bloomer.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that he’s lived this long without your assistance.”
“There’s also a law that states that once something had been accomplished, it will be repeated.”
“Your logic is flawed. Laws of probability do not work in accordance with this rule.” The more Hakkai argued, the more apparent it became that his words were circling a black hole, situated between Sanzo’s ear and his brain. Sanzo would not be consoled and he would not be reasoned with. That boy and his influence were turning out to be a more of a handful than Hakkai anticipated. “How’s this for an alternative: we kidnap Goku, purchase an estate in the country – France perhaps – and only allow him as far as the gardens. Perhaps even less. Perhaps we ought to collar him and keep him in a cellar, so that we needn’t bother with sunlight.”
“It’s a thought.”
“You are being puerile. There is no reason to suspect he is in danger at the moment.” Hakkai took a sip and straightened his newspaper. “He’s at school, among other students. No vampire would attack him in a crowd, not when it is obvious Goku has had intimate relations with another vampire.”
“Am I supposed to sit back and just let him die?”
“It will happen, sooner or later,” Hakkai pointed out. “He is human. Unless you turn him--” Sanzo growled a rather rude refusal, “--you will have to watch him die, one day.”
Ay, there was the rub indeed. Sanzo bit his lip and sat, at long last on the couch. His pacing was giving Hakkai a headache.
“Where’s the wolf?”
“He went to take some pictures.”
“The nude models, again?”
“He’s in Playboy’s employ.”
“Pervert.”
“There’s the adage about glass houses and throwing stones, I do believe it’s remarkably accurate for the occasion.”
“What would you do?” Sanzo asked, looking into Hakkai’s eyes. “If the wolf was mortal?”
That was a question to which Hakkai had no honest answer. He was certain – he wouldn’t get a conviction out of this certainty, but it amounted to a high percentage – that Gojyo’s immortality played a part in his attraction. He liked to think his heart was wired into his brain, which of course was not without drawbacks.
“I don’t know,” he said. He couldn’t imagine having Gojyo without the ever-present aura of dog, the occasional flea, or the shifts, which Hakkai could have lived without ever seeing. It was all Gojyo. If it went away, what would be left?
LVI.
Goku threw his hands into the air. At long last it was Saturday! The week from hell was over, the tests done, the projects handed in and he was free, for two whole days. Well, more like a day and a half, since he wasted the morning in bed. Then again, it counted as rest, because Sanzo was there, and Sanzo could be wonderfully relaxing, even with the blowjobs being banned. This meant, however, that his free weekend was now limited to a day, he calculated, trailing after Pip to Islington, for Zakuro’s party.
“C’mon do I have to go?”
“Yes, you do.”
“I’m not a party person.”
“You’re been moping all week. You need some entertainment.”
“True that.”
“Boyfriend trouble?”
“Yeah, sorta.”
“Such as?”
“He’s a bit of a possessive dick. He’s under the impression I’m suicidal and spend my time loitering on railway tracks,” Goku said.
“You, suicidal?” Pip stopped in her tracks and considered Goku in his going out outfit, which was much like his going to school outfit, except it involved hair gel, for all the good it did. His hair was still messy, only now it looked messy and wet. “I’m sorry, on which planet in which solar system could you be considered suicidal?”
“Earth, apparently.”
“Your boyfriend needs a reality check.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Pip had a serious expression on her face, something Goku wasn’t used to just yet. “He’s not threatening you, though?”
“What? Hell no. I’d kick his ass if he tried.” He was reasonably positive about that. He still had the machete Hakkai had given him; it was too chunky to carry around, but it was there, its weight comforting whenever he felt like reaching out into the space between the mattress and the frame of the bed.
“You sure?”
Goku wasn’t always sure how to handle Pip’s concern. Girls were a mystery to him, though he was beginning to suspect a crush might be involved. She did react with disappointment to the news of Sanzo, and it couldn’t be the gay thing, because Pip marched in the defence of small fuzzy creatures. There was just no way she was against gays. Goku was not going to ask, though. He was certain he would drown in his own blush before the question made its way out of his mouth.
“Yes,” he said instead. “I might be kinda a little bit in love with him, even though he’s a jerk.”
“Wow. That’s adorable!”
It looked like Goku wasn’t going to need to strain himself to achieve a blush.
The party, when they arrived, had yet to start. Oh, there were people, too much for the small apartment, and there was booze, way too much for the people assembled, but the fun seemed to be missing.
“Hey!” Zakuro said, coming towards them with his arms opened wide. “I was beginning to wonder. Settle down, I think I’ve seen an inch of free surface somewhere.”
“The ceiling, most likely,” Pip said, shrugging out of her loose shirt. Goku, without thinking, took hold of it and hung it by the door. “Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Dude, where did you hail from, Versailles?” Zakuro asked.
Goku just stared at the two of them. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing. Lemme maybe get you a drink, huh? The party needs some movement, I swear, it gets any more lethargic, I’m gonna need to call a hearse.”
“It is kinda quiet.” It was. And the number of people, Goku could see now, was exaggerated by the space they occupied. People, most of whom he recognised from classes, were sprawled, filling the space immediately above them with smoke. Even in the clutter of limbs and bags and bottles they found a small section of the floor that hadn’t yet been claimed and settled, he and Pip, against the wall.
“Here you go,” Zakuro said, arriving with a triangle of glasses between his fingers. “Vodka and orange juice, I trust that works for you?”
“Depends how much vodka you added.” Pip took the glass and raised it. “Cheers.”
“Right back atcha, girl.”
Goku grinned and clinked their glasses together. “To the party,” he said, and downed the glass. “God, that was vile.”
“’s why I added a lot of vodka,” Zakuro grinned, “To kill the taste of the orange beverage.”
“Good choice.” Pip nodded sagely. “But I think I’m gonna need more.”
“It’s kinda warm in here,” Goku said, staring at his hands. His face felt hot.
“I’m gonna go open the window,” Zakuro said, but Goku was already on his feet.
“I need…” he muttered, “…bathroom?”
“Over there.” He might have said more, Goku wasn’t sure. He made a beeline for the door in the corridor, already throwing up before he could locate the light switch. He didn’t make it to the toilet, but he had the sense to grab onto the sink. Vomit was a horrible thing to clean up, he thought, bent in half over the porcelain.
“Goku?” Pip asked, but her voice took second place on the message board of Goku’s brain, after the sharp pain lacing through his stomach.
“I don’t feel so good,” he said through clenched teeth which soon became unclenched, because all of sudden he couldn’t breathe. He brought a hand to his mouth, to make sure it was open and discovered his face wet with tears. He looked up to find Pip staring at him, her eyes wide in panic. She was flushed and really pretty, lit from the back by the lamps in the corridor.
Goku fell to his knees, gasping for air. Thank god his stomach had settled, he thought right about the time he heard Pip whip up her mobile phone, the one with the cute rubber bunny toy on it, and punch three digits. “I need an ambulance,” she said, “I’m in Islington, my friend’s just collapsed. He’s throwing up and he can’t breathe!”
The tiles were cold, Goku thought, his head lolling to the side. So comforting, when his skin felt like it was on fire…
Master Post :: Next Part
Rating: 16
Pairings: 39, 58
Genre: horror
Warnings: cannibalism is discussed, vampirism is in effect
Summary: People want simple things. Sanzo wants his efforts recognised. Goku wants a home. Hakkai wants his friends to clean up after themselves. Gojyo wants beer.
Author notes: This fic is sponsored by Twilight, enabled by
moshesque and eyesofshinigami, and also sister (gee_nekoi), for keeping Twilight and sparkly vampires in my head by talking about them. XD For the record, this fic is a sparkle-free zone.Most of the vampire lore in this fic (extra row of fangs, hidden in the tissue above maxillary teeth, beheading, the fact that they are not technically dead) I stole from Supernatural.
Tentative estimates put the total of the fic at 17 chapters, so about 10 more k, so altogether about 56k. To think I worried I might not hit NaNo-length. *shakes head*
LIII.
Gojyo was bloody satisfied. He loved being right, oh God, the feeling was so good. Sanzo had needed the sex, needed it like he needed the air to breathe. Lo and behold, he got laid, and already the difference in his disposition astounded.
“You look happier,” Gojyo observed, fighting the shit-eating grin.
“Thank you very much, Gojyo, I do feel a lot happier. You were right, sex helped,” Sanzo said. Well, what he actually said was “fuck you, Fluffy,” but Gojyo had a PhD in Sanzo-speak. It wasn’t hard; all he had to do was read between the lines.
“I told you.” Gojyo turned to Hakkai. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“You did, yes.”
“Wasn’t I right?”
“You were right.”
“Shut the fuck up already,” Sanzo said. He was complaining, of course, the dick that he was, but he was mild about it, satisfied and so goddamned happy his pale mug shone in the unlit room. He would die before he voiced the feelings, or admit Gojyo was correct, but that was just his innate Sanzo-ness. Gojyo harboured no grudges. He took his due out of Sanzo’s hide.
“I love my life,” Gojyo said. This was far from over. If there was also one thing that could possibly get Gojyo interested in scientific enquiry, it was how long would one afterglow last for Sanzo. Considering that Gojyo was pretty sure the last action Sanzo had seen involved Hakkai (studiously not going there, because explaining to Hakkai just why he was fantasizing about his best friend was so not going to happen), which meant it had been close to half a century before Goku.
“So, how does it feel? I mean, by your standards you are high like a kite.”
“Was there a new fucking dictionary issued recently, and ‘fuck off and die’ has some new meaning I’m unaware of?”
“No, not that I know. What I want to know is how was it?”
“Screw you.”
“C’mon,” Gojyo whined. “It’s not a big secret he’s gonna smell fantastic.” There was the question how the fuck did Sanzo resist the temptation, which he obviously did. Goku hadn’t been so much as nicked in the course of sex, which was surprising. Orgasm wasn’t known as the state of most control, vampire or human. “Dude, how did you do it?” Gojyo asked.
“What?”
“How did you not kill him? I mean, don’t even try pretending he’s the only one that got off, that’s bullshit.”
Sanzo, as much as it was possible, reddened. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”
“That’s progress,” Gojyo told Hakkai. “It wasn’t a ‘fuck off and die’.”
“What, it makes you feel unloved? Fine, fuck off an die!”
“Aw, you do care!”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes you doooo.” And then Gojyo ran, because satisfied or not, Sanzo had a nasty temper. That was okay though: Sanzo tried to maul him with a smile on his face. Well, the expression that passed for a smile on his face, which most people would consider a frown, but Gojyo knew better. Sanzo was blissful and happy and that was such a novelty for him and his social circles, he could only deal with it by being his usual dicky self.
LIV.
Sanzo escaped the apartment number 5 with his pride mostly intact. Gojyo was still a dick, more so when he was right, but he did have a heart. The fact that the heart he had was in the fridge was irrelevant. Sanzo knocked on Goku’s door and let himself in instead, finding the boy sprawled on the couch, a handful of photocopies in his hand. The portrait Sanzo’d sketched was on the floor by the computer, so that whoever sat in front of the screen had a clear view. Sanzo allowed himself a small smile at the sight. He did a good job, regardless of how the colour turned out. It still paled in comparison to the real thing, but the likeness was well-captured, messy hair to pointy chin.
Sanzo turned to the model and experienced a momentary blackout of all thought. Goku was lying across the couch, his feet propped on the backrest, wearing just boxer shorts, snug around his buttocks.
“Hey,” he said, sitting up and beaming. “Sorry, you can’t stay long, I need to be off in a minute. I have a test today.”
“Will you pass?”
“Yeah, ’s no big deal. I hope so.” Goku rolled off the couch and grabbed his pants. “Fluid mechanics,” he added when Sanzo picked up a copy.
“Huh.”
“It’s how fluids react with environment.”
“I know what fluid mechanics are,” Sanzo said. “I studied physics.”
“Right, right, I forgot. Sorry. It requires a lot brain-bendin’ for me, but it ain’t hard,” Goku said, collecting his pages. “I’m gonna se you later.” He packed the last of his books and tied his shoes. “I ought ta be done ‘round three.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“What for?” Goku asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Are you trying to be obtuse exceptionally hard today, or is it your nature?”
“What are you so mean for?” Goku scrunched up his nose and approximated a glare. Considering his facial structure, he got the look of a wounded bunny.
“You almost got killed. Do you have the first idea how lucky you were?”
“You killed the fella. You spray-painted him all over the damn cellar! How is that not gonna scare everyone else away?”
“You have no idea what it feels like.” Sanzo took a couple of steps to press Goku against the wall. “This is not the craving you get for a lollipop, this is the line between starving and death, and it never fucking goes away. Any vampire would die to try and drink you up.”
“You got better,” Goku said, pushing him aside.
“No. I didn’t. I’m just biding my time.”
“What do you want me to do? Log in every time I wanna set foot outside? That ain’t happening.” Goku was ireful now. Sanzo saw the amber strings become polluted with the ugly crusty red of anger, and it saddened him.
“You need looking after.”
“Fuck you.”
“Quit acting like a child.”
“Quit treating me like one! I’m a friggin’ adult, and I’ve been on my own for a while!”
“It’s not the same! Vampires flock to big cities, it’s a wonder there’s only been one so far. You cannot be so stupid as to ignore that.”
Goku’s eyes narrowed. “You will not tell me what I can and cannot do. I know this is a problem. I’ll start bathing in garlic, or whatever, if I must, but I don’t need a bloody chaperone!”
“Garlic isn’t worth a dime against a vampire.”
“Hakkai don’t use garlic for cooking,” Goku said, blinking.
“Because he doesn’t like the smell. If you ask him, he’ll start. I eat garlic. It’s one of the few things that tastes strong enough.”
“Oh. But he said there’s plants you don’t like.”
“Just because I don’t like a plant doesn’t mean I will hesitate to approach it, when the reward is apt,” Sanzo said folding his arms. He was hoping he wouldn’t need to spell out the potential reward here. “You are not to leave the apartment unsupervised.” Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say.
“Fuck you, Sanzo,” Goku said, grabbing his rucksack. “I ain’t your property, and I ain’t a proper lady of your age, to be carted by the arm. You can take all that crap and shove it.”
“Even you cannot be so stupid as to disregard your own safety.”
“I ain’t gonna go waltzing into the midnight bloodsucking clubs, if that’s what you mean. Be reasonable, Sanzo.” Goku’s voice turned pleading. “That guy was nuts. And he was the first vampire, aside from you, I’ve ever seen. It ain’t like there’s a long line of them, waiting for have a piece of me.”
“You might be surprised.”
“What, ya got names?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.”
“Jesus Christ. Look, I promise I’ll be careful,” Goku said. “If that ain’t gonna work, I’m gonna go and lie to the blood donation centre, give more blood than is healthy and then get a transfusion.”
“How do you plan on making this work?”
“Whatever! Just don’t go stalking me!”
Sanzo opened his mouth to say something more, but before he could Goku took a look at his watch.
“Crap, I’m gonna be late.” He grabbed Sanzo by the elbow and ushered him outside. “Go, play with Gojyo or whatever it is you do when you don’t stalk people.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Sanzo ground out finally, at long last giving voice to the fear that haunted all the hours of his day since the vampire incident. Now this was the right track, he surmised from the way Goku’s features softened. Go for the heart, appeal to Goku’s tender emotion, why the fuck hadn’t this occurred to him previously?
“Shit happens,” Goku said stroking his cheek. “Ain’t a damn thing you can do to stop it. Tell you what, if I get hit by a bus, you are welcome to finish me off by blood loss. That cool with you?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
Goku laughed and ran, without a care in the world. Tonight Sanzo, once Goku fell asleep, was going to have another sleepless night, patrolling the city in search of other vampires.
LV.
“I cannot find fault in his argument,” Hakkai said, lifting a cup of tea to his lips. Though he could taste the beverage only after an hour of careful steeping, when the liquid was more dark brown sludge than water, he never ceased to enjoy tea. It gave him the illusion of enjoying vegetation-based meals, which worked wonders on the vestiges of his humanity.
“Were you struck with the sudden bout of stupidity too?”
“Sanzo, be reasonable,” Hakkai said setting the cup aside. “He is still a child. He needs to assert his independence.”
“He is twenty years old and in permanent danger.”
“I would like to remind you that there is so few of us in the world, Goku would be very unlucky to run into a vampire ever again in his lifetime.”
“On what do you base this prediction?”
“I have reason to suspect that Goku’s appeal is based on sexual maturity. We might crave the blood of children, but Goku is, as you know, something else. Now, basic biology tells us that children aren’t sexually attractive, so it stands to reason Goku has only been as magnetic for perhaps five-six years. Even less, he seems to be a late bloomer.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that he’s lived this long without your assistance.”
“There’s also a law that states that once something had been accomplished, it will be repeated.”
“Your logic is flawed. Laws of probability do not work in accordance with this rule.” The more Hakkai argued, the more apparent it became that his words were circling a black hole, situated between Sanzo’s ear and his brain. Sanzo would not be consoled and he would not be reasoned with. That boy and his influence were turning out to be a more of a handful than Hakkai anticipated. “How’s this for an alternative: we kidnap Goku, purchase an estate in the country – France perhaps – and only allow him as far as the gardens. Perhaps even less. Perhaps we ought to collar him and keep him in a cellar, so that we needn’t bother with sunlight.”
“It’s a thought.”
“You are being puerile. There is no reason to suspect he is in danger at the moment.” Hakkai took a sip and straightened his newspaper. “He’s at school, among other students. No vampire would attack him in a crowd, not when it is obvious Goku has had intimate relations with another vampire.”
“Am I supposed to sit back and just let him die?”
“It will happen, sooner or later,” Hakkai pointed out. “He is human. Unless you turn him--” Sanzo growled a rather rude refusal, “--you will have to watch him die, one day.”
Ay, there was the rub indeed. Sanzo bit his lip and sat, at long last on the couch. His pacing was giving Hakkai a headache.
“Where’s the wolf?”
“He went to take some pictures.”
“The nude models, again?”
“He’s in Playboy’s employ.”
“Pervert.”
“There’s the adage about glass houses and throwing stones, I do believe it’s remarkably accurate for the occasion.”
“What would you do?” Sanzo asked, looking into Hakkai’s eyes. “If the wolf was mortal?”
That was a question to which Hakkai had no honest answer. He was certain – he wouldn’t get a conviction out of this certainty, but it amounted to a high percentage – that Gojyo’s immortality played a part in his attraction. He liked to think his heart was wired into his brain, which of course was not without drawbacks.
“I don’t know,” he said. He couldn’t imagine having Gojyo without the ever-present aura of dog, the occasional flea, or the shifts, which Hakkai could have lived without ever seeing. It was all Gojyo. If it went away, what would be left?
LVI.
Goku threw his hands into the air. At long last it was Saturday! The week from hell was over, the tests done, the projects handed in and he was free, for two whole days. Well, more like a day and a half, since he wasted the morning in bed. Then again, it counted as rest, because Sanzo was there, and Sanzo could be wonderfully relaxing, even with the blowjobs being banned. This meant, however, that his free weekend was now limited to a day, he calculated, trailing after Pip to Islington, for Zakuro’s party.
“C’mon do I have to go?”
“Yes, you do.”
“I’m not a party person.”
“You’re been moping all week. You need some entertainment.”
“True that.”
“Boyfriend trouble?”
“Yeah, sorta.”
“Such as?”
“He’s a bit of a possessive dick. He’s under the impression I’m suicidal and spend my time loitering on railway tracks,” Goku said.
“You, suicidal?” Pip stopped in her tracks and considered Goku in his going out outfit, which was much like his going to school outfit, except it involved hair gel, for all the good it did. His hair was still messy, only now it looked messy and wet. “I’m sorry, on which planet in which solar system could you be considered suicidal?”
“Earth, apparently.”
“Your boyfriend needs a reality check.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Pip had a serious expression on her face, something Goku wasn’t used to just yet. “He’s not threatening you, though?”
“What? Hell no. I’d kick his ass if he tried.” He was reasonably positive about that. He still had the machete Hakkai had given him; it was too chunky to carry around, but it was there, its weight comforting whenever he felt like reaching out into the space between the mattress and the frame of the bed.
“You sure?”
Goku wasn’t always sure how to handle Pip’s concern. Girls were a mystery to him, though he was beginning to suspect a crush might be involved. She did react with disappointment to the news of Sanzo, and it couldn’t be the gay thing, because Pip marched in the defence of small fuzzy creatures. There was just no way she was against gays. Goku was not going to ask, though. He was certain he would drown in his own blush before the question made its way out of his mouth.
“Yes,” he said instead. “I might be kinda a little bit in love with him, even though he’s a jerk.”
“Wow. That’s adorable!”
It looked like Goku wasn’t going to need to strain himself to achieve a blush.
The party, when they arrived, had yet to start. Oh, there were people, too much for the small apartment, and there was booze, way too much for the people assembled, but the fun seemed to be missing.
“Hey!” Zakuro said, coming towards them with his arms opened wide. “I was beginning to wonder. Settle down, I think I’ve seen an inch of free surface somewhere.”
“The ceiling, most likely,” Pip said, shrugging out of her loose shirt. Goku, without thinking, took hold of it and hung it by the door. “Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Dude, where did you hail from, Versailles?” Zakuro asked.
Goku just stared at the two of them. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing. Lemme maybe get you a drink, huh? The party needs some movement, I swear, it gets any more lethargic, I’m gonna need to call a hearse.”
“It is kinda quiet.” It was. And the number of people, Goku could see now, was exaggerated by the space they occupied. People, most of whom he recognised from classes, were sprawled, filling the space immediately above them with smoke. Even in the clutter of limbs and bags and bottles they found a small section of the floor that hadn’t yet been claimed and settled, he and Pip, against the wall.
“Here you go,” Zakuro said, arriving with a triangle of glasses between his fingers. “Vodka and orange juice, I trust that works for you?”
“Depends how much vodka you added.” Pip took the glass and raised it. “Cheers.”
“Right back atcha, girl.”
Goku grinned and clinked their glasses together. “To the party,” he said, and downed the glass. “God, that was vile.”
“’s why I added a lot of vodka,” Zakuro grinned, “To kill the taste of the orange beverage.”
“Good choice.” Pip nodded sagely. “But I think I’m gonna need more.”
“It’s kinda warm in here,” Goku said, staring at his hands. His face felt hot.
“I’m gonna go open the window,” Zakuro said, but Goku was already on his feet.
“I need…” he muttered, “…bathroom?”
“Over there.” He might have said more, Goku wasn’t sure. He made a beeline for the door in the corridor, already throwing up before he could locate the light switch. He didn’t make it to the toilet, but he had the sense to grab onto the sink. Vomit was a horrible thing to clean up, he thought, bent in half over the porcelain.
“Goku?” Pip asked, but her voice took second place on the message board of Goku’s brain, after the sharp pain lacing through his stomach.
“I don’t feel so good,” he said through clenched teeth which soon became unclenched, because all of sudden he couldn’t breathe. He brought a hand to his mouth, to make sure it was open and discovered his face wet with tears. He looked up to find Pip staring at him, her eyes wide in panic. She was flushed and really pretty, lit from the back by the lamps in the corridor.
Goku fell to his knees, gasping for air. Thank god his stomach had settled, he thought right about the time he heard Pip whip up her mobile phone, the one with the cute rubber bunny toy on it, and punch three digits. “I need an ambulance,” she said, “I’m in Islington, my friend’s just collapsed. He’s throwing up and he can’t breathe!”
The tiles were cold, Goku thought, his head lolling to the side. So comforting, when his skin felt like it was on fire…
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Date: 2009-06-18 12:52 pm (UTC)I love Goku and Pip's interaction, you've taken a minor canon character (admittedly, who plays a major role in Goku's maturity), and fleshed her out nicely. A great friend, indeed.
ButwhatsthematterwithGoku!?!?!?
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Date: 2009-06-18 08:16 pm (UTC)I have a minor kink for het Goku pairings (except with Lirin, for some reason), I don't know why. XD And I loved Pippi from the moment she appeared in the manga. I'm still pissed she has no official name.
:D
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Date: 2009-06-18 01:36 pm (UTC)Sanzo's a dick and it's smart that you've managed to turn it around into possessiveness, very sweet possessiveness because all in all it so totally works out in his character. And Pip is such a good friend; she's perfect to play the role of the best friend because as much as these boys love each other they do have lives outside of themselves. And I think that giving Goku someone his own age was really nice of you. And OH the independence! Goku is independent and I'm so happy that this shines through. ^^
But this does not deter away from the need for the next chapter. D< you are evil.
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Date: 2009-06-18 08:18 pm (UTC)I love Goku who has his own life and doesn't need Sanzo to be happy. Sure, he loves him and wants him and won't let go, but he doesn't need him. He can make it on his own. *nods*
I know. :D Sorry. I promise I'm hurrying!
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Date: 2009-06-18 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-18 08:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-18 03:16 pm (UTC)Hmm.
Well, Sanzo is going to be doing some Zakuro ass-ripping. :D
AND HAHAHAHHA, Gojyo does photography for Playboy. :DDDDD
Hope Goku's okay. ;) And I like Pip, too. ^^
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Date: 2009-06-18 08:54 pm (UTC)Yes to that.
I KNOW to that. I figure, Gojyo is the only one of the three who sees colours, he would try and apply that to pictures. And since he is a bit of a pervert, he would love photographing nude girls. And since he had time to work on the craft, he'd be good enough to make a living out of photography. So... :D
She's cute, isn't she? *grins*
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Date: 2009-06-18 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-18 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-18 06:30 pm (UTC)That's just.. mean! Bah!
Oh well, at least I know you're good for updating quick, lol, so hopefully I won't have to wait anxiously for too long..
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Date: 2009-06-18 09:01 pm (UTC)If it's any consolation, the next part is almost done. Would be on tomorrow, most likely.
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Date: 2009-06-19 12:03 am (UTC)Anyway goku's a sweet person and very trusting by nature
but when you are being warn by a vampire to stop under estimating the possibilities i would think that he would take heed. Even through technically vampires are supposed to be non existent.
We know that that isn't the case any more hence hakkai and goyjo al through he is not a vampire but a shape shifter and then there's sanzo, Yet when sanzo tells goku their are possibly others out their waiting to make a move goku blows him off as if to say because he kicked sanzo's ass he can handle another which we know if sanzo hadn't of smelled goku's blood he'd be dead by now.
I'm just rambling but sometimes i want to strangle goku for his naiveness it's very stressing on the nerves because everyone that smiles in your face isn't your friend hence Zakuro spiking goku's drink or some one spiking his drink possibly another vampire perhaps.^__~
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Date: 2009-06-20 01:01 pm (UTC)Goku has a point in wanting to be on his own, after all, it's not like he started smelling so nice just because Sanzo was there. :)
No worries, I appreciate the rambles. Tells me you're thinking about the story! Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-06-19 02:08 am (UTC)amazing control though.
i agree with your points about gojyo. it would stand to reason indeed.
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Date: 2009-06-20 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 06:49 am (UTC)I love that Pip and Zakuro get so much screen time in this! They're so perfectly wacky and fun and I absolutely love them! (I adore Zakuro. I really do. Boy gets way too little attention).
Gods, Sanzo's gonna FREAK.
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Date: 2009-06-20 01:06 pm (UTC)Zakuro is awesome. C'mon, he's all "allow me save you in turn" in the manga, how is that anything but awesome? And Pip, well, I do have the slightest kink for Goku!het. I don't know why. :>
Yes he is. Oh yes he is.
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Date: 2009-06-22 11:22 am (UTC)Okay, pulling myself together enough to say I loved Goku's 'you can finish me off if I get hit by a bus'. Practically a stake to Sanzo's heart that at this stage, I'd have thought.
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