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I still find the food labelling industry ridiculous, but the percentage of chicken in chicken worries me. No really, it does. *sigh*

Suddenly I need to recall every romance novel I have read. I haven't read many, so I can recall them quite well, but sadly without authors and/or titles. Damn.

Every single time I walked into a library, I've always seen the Serenity novelisation. Except for the last three times, when I was looking for it. *growls* I hate it what that happens. I shall have to make do with Slaughterhouse #5.


In a mundane little spaceship in a middle of the great black Nowhere, a series of rather inventive curses rang through the artificially recycled air. The punctuating ‘screw this shit’ was rendered impotent, by comparison.

“Jien, that had better not be a part of my fucking ship I heard you kick.” Sanzo didn’t look up from the datapad he was studying. He was lounging on a decidedly uncomfortable container, datapad in one hand, a creative sandwich in the other.

“No sir, it was my own fucking foot,” Jien replied from above, biting down several more impolite words. He shot a vicious glare at the screwdriver he was using and attacked the stubborn piece of metal yet again.

“It’d better.” Sanzo took a thoughtful bite of his sandwich. His eyes kept scanning the rapidly changing headlines.

“Anything for us?” Kougaji called, appearing in the doorway. He joined Sanzo on the unsuccessful sofa wannabe.

“Not much.” The sandwich disappeared. “A pretty standard run with a bunch of random shit, but the rate’s not bad. There’s this transport request though; one man, personal luggage, one medium-sized crate – and fucking good money. Doesn’t specify a port of harbour, only says ‘outer rim’. There’s a note he would be most unhappy with customs.”

“Oh? What’s he carrying?”

“Marked as private. But he signed one of the Three Heads’ disclaimers. So whatever is in there, if we’re busted, he’s the one that gets fucked for transporting it.”

“And us?”

“We just get a slap on the wrist for failing as customs officers. In theory.”

“Sounds like our kind of job to me,” Kougaji said.

“Yeah.” Sanzo furrowed his brows, staring at the photo of the client. He looked to be around thirty, late twenties at least, and was smiling pleasantly, but the smile was not reflected in his green eyes. They bore a hint of iron will and cold, speculative nature. The hint was easily missed, considering the overwhelming kindness of the smile, but the glint was unmistakable, to anyone who knew what to look out for. No poor lamb, that. “Whatever. Jien, are you done?”

“Five more minutes, captain. If that piece of shit cooperates.”

“I hear you call West ‘that piece of shit again’, Lirin will be scrapping you off the wall with a butter knife,” Sanzo said calmly. Jien muttered something low under his breath, but the ‘alright already, asshole’ was discernible. “Good. We’re hitting atmo in ten. Get everyone buckled up.” Kougaji raised a brow.

“I hope you aren’t slighting Yaone’s piloting capabilities, sir. I would hate to be scrapping you off of a wall.”

“Don’t want any scrapping here. Everyone buckle up and take relevant medication,” Sanzo said into the communicator. “No one leaves the dock till she’s spotless, and I mean it.”

“No can do, sir,” Yaone’s warm voice sounded from the speakers. “I promised my father I will be buried back home.”

“Hilarious. You keep your head on the piloting and out of the book of clever retorts, and you just might.”

“Yes sir.” Then her voice became more formal and serious. “We’ll be hitting the atmosphere in ten minutes. Please make sure all of the loose equipment is strapped down and all of the fragile items are secured.” The communication ended. Sanzo stared at it for a few seconds.

“Remind me again, how did we get Yaone to work for us and not that fancy shuttle line?”

“I’m still wondering about that myself.”

“How’s Lirin?” If Sanzo’s display of concern surprised Kougaji, he didn’t let it show.

“Better. She’s still having bad coughing fits, but they’re lighter than yesterday.”

“We need a doctor on board.”

“We do. If you find someone, let me know before you offer them a job.”

“What?”

“Considering your track record with employees, I thought I might do the talking. With all due respect, sir, but your people skills suck.”

“Now I remember why Yaone is working for us. You gonna seduce our new doctor too?”

“No sir. But I’d rather you didn’t try either, at least not until I can grab a camcorder.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, good, my kind of conversation.” Gojyo was coming down the stairs, grinning his most winsome grin. Which, considering Gojyo, looked like a ten on a five-point scale. “Will our esteemed captain ever get laid? I have money riding on that.” Sanzo glared at both Kougaji and Gojyo angrily, but when he finally spoke he sounded almost polite, on the Sanzo mood scale.

“We need a medic on board. If you hear of any half-decent doc, desperate enough to work here, let me know.”

“Let me know,” Kougaji was quick to correct. “I’ll be doing the talking this time.” Gojyo nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but no intelligible word escaped his mouth. Sound, on the other hand, there was plenty.

“Holy fucking hell!” The source of his unrest bore a smug expression on its fuzzy face. “Sanzo, you sick fuck, keep that furry bastard in your cabin!”

“What, Kouryuu is a problem now? Give me a break.” Kouryuu stretched and sauntered to Sanzo’s legs. Kougaji followed his progress warily, ready to jump back if the cat made a move in his direction, but the animal ignored him in favour of Sanzo’s shins.

“I’ll give you a break, when that monster stops trying to sharpen his claws on my tibias!”

“He’s a smart cat, can’t fault him for that,” Sanzo said without a hint of a smile, picking up the offending feline.

“Smart fucking monster,” Gojyo muttered to himself. He could swear the damn thing was grinning at him evilly, underneath the thick fur. It wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest, Kouryuu was Sanzo’s cat, after all. Even if he was a precious kitten once, which Gojyo very much doubted, right now he replicated his master’s personality perfectly. The same went for Kouryuu.

And then it was not the time to talk, because they were hitting atmosphere.

xxx.XXX.xxx

They settled down on Bob gracefully, a standing testimony to Yaone’s glowing resume. Bob was considered to be a pilot’s worst nightmare, with her magnetic storms and the governing bodies. Somewhere on a rather low point in history, the planetary council decided that to cut the costs the civilian docks would be designed and built by newbie architects and men who worked mostly for the booze. As a result, Bob’s main unofficial port was restricted to the spectacular and the suicidal. Luckily, in addition to the most horrifying infrastructures, she boasted to have the very best mechanics in the galaxy. Since the whole mess was still operational, Sanzo was inclined to agree.

“Fuck the dirtball,” Sanzo muttered stepping outside. Automatically, his hands sought out a cigarette and a lighter. This was the only ritual he observed religiously: set foot dirtside, insult the dirt, light a cig. Worked like a good luck charm, he had the pulse to prove it.

Lady Luck was favouring them today: Sanzo and Jien barely set foot in the Three Heads’ office before they had his arms full. Obviously there was Hell in store for them later. For now, there was only people: the green-eyed young man whose request Sanzo read, two grunting thugs, and a handful of crates that almost made the captain smirk in pleasure. Not many, but filled to the brim with profitable cargo. A decent pay and they’d be flying light, which was always a bonus. West didn’t appreciate being overloaded.

Sanzo accepted the checklist from one of the office workers and whistled at Jien to get going with the load. He nodded at his passengers curtly.

“I don’t particularly want to know you, and I’m sure that’s best for all of us,” he said by way of greeting. “But we’re civilised people here. The ship is small, so there’s a chance we’ll run into each other often. You don’t bug me, I don’t bug you. Clear?” The two thugs nodded in reply. They had nothing but a duffel bag each. The strange young man smiled and bowed politely.

“I appreciate it, captain.” Sanzo almost let his brows raise. Polite didn’t even begin to cover it. The guy sounded like a book on etiquette, down to the sophisticated curve of his lips around “ciate”. Central planet born and bred, judging by the accent. What was a guy like him doing in a shithole like this?

“You can ride to the ship now, with the cargo,” he said, stuffing the surprise back into the “do not ask” section of his brain. People had their own reasons for pulling shit. “Or, you can find your way yourselves later. We’ll be leaving five hours from now, dock P one-oh-two-one.”

“I’d rather go now, if it’s all the same to you,” the polite man said, picking up a neat suitcase and a black bag.

“Suit yourself. I hope you’ve eaten, cause mealtimes are set and the supper is not until we pass the orbit.”

“I’m quite alright, thank you. Cho Hakkai.” All of sudden there was a hand in Sanzo’s personal space.

“Genjo Sanzo,” he answered, taking it reluctantly. The two thugs were introducing themselves as well, but Sanzo could hardly be bothered to pay attention other than to match a name from the checklist with a face. These cold, green eyes demanded his full attention. They weren’t just watching, they were assessing, like one would assess a man holding a gun to a hostage’s face.

Definitely not a poor fucking lamb, this.

Still, he paid good money for the ride, and Sanzo had no reason to refuse. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t shoot the creep between the eyes, if he as much as breathed wrong.

“Whatever,” he muttered, at the twin declaration from the thugs that they’d be taking their own route to the dock. He nodded at Hakkai to follow him and made his way outside. Jien was loading the last of the crates onto the carrier.

“All done?”

“Almost. Not keen on overloading us, are you?” The final crate. Hakkai’s mystery load, if the size was any indication. Well, whatever he was transporting, there wasn’t all that much, if it fit within a cubic meter. Sanzo looked away and climbed onto the back seat of the vehicle. Hakkai handed him his luggage and effortlessly got into his seat.

“Pays enough, what we got,” Sanzo told Jien. “Staying under the radar pays better.” The other man snorted and steered the carrier out in the direction of their docking bay.

“Hi!” Lirin sang ten minutes later, beaming at the three of them. Immediately after the sound ended, she dissolved in a fit of coughs.

“Lirin, for heaven’s sake. I told you not to scream.”

“I wasn’t screaming!” the girl wheezed, trying to catch her breath. “I was just saying hi!”

“That’s a pretty nasty cough. Are you taking any medication?” Hakkai smiled at Lirin, getting off of the vehicle. On the other side of the carrier Kougaji started to unload the crates.

“Yeah. I got these lozenges, they help for a while.”

“Ah. But you sound like you might require an antibiotic.”

“I dunno, didn’t have time to see a doctor,” she said shrugging.

“I might be able to rectify that,” Hakkai said. “Is there an infirmary on board?”

“Sure. I’ll show you.”

“Splendid. Let me just get my bag.” Hakkai followed Lirin into the ship, into the infirmary. Kougaji stared at Sanzo, question, disbelief and amused shock plain in his eyes, but Sanzo’s face expressed no emotion whatsoever.

“Impressive,” Kougaji said. “I just might have to revise my opinion about letting you handle our personnel issues.”

“He’s not personnel. He’s the passenger,” Sanzo said firmly. His intonation left no doubt that things would stay that way, if he had any say in it. He didn’t like Hakkai. Something about the man made the alarms in his head howl.

Meanwhile, Lirin led the doctor through the hold and into the infirmary.

“It’s not big or anything,” she was saying as she pushed the door open, “But I think everything is in place. We had no doctor for a while.”

“That’s dangerous, isn’t it? Flying on the outskirts without medical support?” Lirin shrugged.

“We’ve managed.” Hakkai smiled. He switched the computer on and adjusted the window’s opacity to nil.

“Take off your shirt please,” he instructed, unfolding the stethoscope.

“Cold!” Lirin squeaked when the chest piece touched her throat.

“Apologies. That was thoughtless of me.” Hakkai stepped back and gently pressed his fingers on both sides of her neck, just below the jaw. “Your tonsils are enlarged and inflamed. You should at least be wearing a turtleneck, if not a scarf,” he said, after looking into her throat. He shot a pointed glance at the tank-top she was pulling on. “Frankly, I’d gladly confine you to your quarters with a mug of something hot every hour.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll find something. Is that all?”

“No, I’m afraid not. I don’t think you need antibiotics at the moment, but they would have helped earlier on.” Hakkai touched the computer screen again, calling up a list of on-board medical supplies. “Ah.” Without hesitation he opened a drawer and held up a small bottle. “One of these, every eight hours. In addition to the lozenges. Also, it wouldn’t hurt to add some vitamins to your diet.”

“Okay. Is that all?” Lirin opened her eyes wide and looked at the doctor beseechingly. She wanted out, she wanted out right now. Hakkai smiled a little and nodded.

“Yes, that is all.” Lirin bounced off the table and headed for the door. “For now. I should like to see you here tomorrow evening though.” The girl froze in the doorway briefly, looked back, grinned, yelled something along the lines of “okay” and disappeared. Hakkai shook his head and went about cleaning the equipment he’d used.

“Hey. You look familiar,” Gojyo said, leaning against the doorway. Hakkai blinked in surprise and looked up, completely absorbed by his task.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he said. The stranger was much too unusual to be forgotten.

“I know we haven’t. You still look familiar.” Seeing the blank look Hakkai was still wearing, Gojyo shrugged and extended his hand. “Sha Gojyo.”

“Ah.” Hakkai smiled enigmatically. “I believe it was my sister you’ve met then.”

“Sister.” A brief pause. “Kanan.” The name was loud like a gunshot in the otherwise quiet room. Hakkai didn’t reply. “Cho Kanan. I remember now. Charming lady. How is she doing?”

“She’s dead, I’m afraid.”

Gojyo fell silent. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite alright.”

“Uh. Gonou-” The doctor stiffened. He was rigid for maybe a second, but that was long enough to notice.

“Hakkai,” he said curtly. Gojyo blinked. He had a brilliant memory for names and details, his profession demanded it. He was sure that when Kanan mentioned her sibling, however briefly, she’d used the name Gonou.

“… Hakkai,” he repeated obediently nevertheless. “Pleased to meet you.” The doctor was smiling again, all traces of rigidness long gone. Gojyo found himself returning that smile. There were two things in the universe that made him happy, and they were sex and gambling.

Hakkai straightened and looked him in the eye. “Likewise,” he said.

Date: 2006-12-01 04:14 am (UTC)
merula31: by Sami (Sanzo-bored)
From: [personal profile] merula31
Very nice blend of the universes! Is there more?

Date: 2006-12-01 11:40 am (UTC)
ext_33880: (Gaiden!Goku staring')
From: [identity profile] keire-ke.livejournal.com
There is. ^_____^ Part 2 lacks the top 15% percent, part four is about halfways done and there's a bunch of randomness to be inserted later. Part three is still missing, unfortunately. :(

Date: 2007-07-17 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silver-677.livejournal.com
I love how you brought Sanzo's attitude through in this. My favorite scenes were with Kougaiji and Sanzo's... lack of people skills. *chuckle* Kouryuu is a nice addition and I love him in later chapters.

I look forward to each new chapter you write of this, even if I don't comment. I just recommended it on both of my journals, personal and writing, so maybe there will be a few more readers!

Date: 2007-07-17 09:14 pm (UTC)
ext_33880: (Sanzo.)
From: [identity profile] keire-ke.livejournal.com
XD Sanzo is a perfect example of 10 out of 10 on the charisma scale and 1 out of 10 on the people skills scale. He's fun to write.

*grins* Thank you!

Date: 2007-07-17 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silver-677.livejournal.com
*sage nod* So true. It's not easy to write a good Sanzo.

Date: 2007-07-18 06:55 am (UTC)
ext_33880: (Sanzo - surrounded by idiots)
From: [identity profile] keire-ke.livejournal.com
That's always the problem with characters who are a little extreme in canon. It's like walking the tightrope. Too far left and they're mushy, too far right, and they're grotesque.

smiles

Date: 2007-11-20 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gilliotina.livejournal.com
Congratulations for naming the planet "Bob"- gave me a laughing fit. I think I'll stay tuned.

Re: smiles

Date: 2007-11-20 08:05 pm (UTC)
ext_33880: (Space is full)
From: [identity profile] keire-ke.livejournal.com
Bob is a good name for a planet! *grins* Glad you think so. Happy reading!

Date: 2008-01-26 11:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginnyvos.livejournal.com
Hmmm I love this fic so far! Am definately gonna read on. Hope you don't mind me spamming your inbox btw! ^^

Date: 2008-01-26 07:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] keire-ke.livejournal.com
Thanks! And not at all, spam away. ^______^ Comments make me happy.

Date: 2008-05-16 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turquoise-woman.livejournal.com
Wow, you mixed my favorite manga with my favorite show and came up with utter awesomeness. Great characterization. Skillful blending of two different yet similar stories. Beautifully done.

Um, would like to encourage you to write more of this - please? Blinkety-blinkety.

Date: 2008-05-16 04:02 pm (UTC)
ext_33880: (Firefly - shiny)
From: [identity profile] keire-ke.livejournal.com
:> Thank you for the kind words! I have so much love for both Saiyuki and Firefly, it was only common sense to combine them. You might also want to check out [livejournal.com profile] kispexi2_2, as she has a Saiyuki/Firefly written, and she promised to work on it again, and soon!

This particular story is actually finished, check the "aint coming back" tag. I am entertaining the thought of writing a sequel, as soon as a story clarifies itself. ^_____^

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