Fanfic: Smoke & Rain
Hakkai usually hated it when Sanzo smoked. It was a mutual understanding and it was also why Sanzo waited until they hit a rest stop before lighting a cigarette. Even when they shared a room, the monk would always be considerate enough to do so outside their inn. It was a thanks, he assumed, for being their designated driver.
The only time, in fact, Sanzo smoked with Hakkai in the room was when it rained.
Initially, Hakkai had disliked the habit. He’d even once told the monk, during one of his testier moments, “I’m sure it’s befitting to the highly-esteemed Sanzo-sama to die of lung cancer in future, but it is neither courageous nor honourable to me.” Gojyo had told him that he was the only one who could’ve gotten away without a bullet to the head with a statement like that.
However, after lots of patience and adapting, Hakkai couldn’t ever have imagined life where the thick, musky scent of raindrops ceaselessly attacking their windowpane and cigarette smoke were not intermingled. Unconsciously, he’d begun to associate the detestable weather with Sanzo clinking down on his metallic lighter. Certainly, he couldn’t imagine having ever combining the two dour odours simultaneously, but here he was with Sanzo sitting on the windowsill, cigarette loosely hung in between two fingers, as the droplets pattered on.
He didn’t know how, or why, but he supposed it was comforting to a degree - knowing he wasn’t the only one feeling the way he did during downpours. Knowing there was someone else, keeping him company. Knowing someone else accepted this small…issue he had. And shared the same dislike for rain.
“Hakkai.”
He turned, surprised. Sanzo was never one to be Chatty. Saying anything aside from “Do you want dinner” was considered a death wish on a rainy night. Chatty - Goku, that is - got their brains blown out onto the pavement on nights like these.
“If you want me to stop, just say so.”
There was a moment of being absolutely stunned before Hakkai was able to functionally regain any trace of thought or sense whatsoever. Sanzo, by this time, had whipped his head around to see why the latter wasn’t responding and gave him a quizzical arch of his eyebrow.
With monumental effort, Hakkai managed a smile, “No, it’s quite all right. Go ahead.”
“Hn,” Sanzo snorted, then flipped open his newspaper whilst taking a deep drag.
Unsure as to whether it was quite allowed, Hakkai perched himself next to his companion. He knew Sanzo had registered his movements and actions judging by the flare of his nostrils and quick, almost imperceptible dash of his amethyst eyes. But Sanzo remained silent, as Hakkai leaned back and watched the dribble of raindrops, chasing each other down the glass.
END.
A/N: I haven't written a fanfic in like...5 years. So PLEASE go easy on me. It's mostly a drabble more than anything else, and I really love the Sanzo/Hakkai dynamic. They'd be my OTP for Saiyuki. Hence the above. Also, it's my first ever Saiyuki fic! *claps hands* NYAHAHA. *prances away*