[fanfiction] - Random 58 ficcage!
I was just starting to think that I'd never write anything again when out of nowhere this plotbunny assaulted me on the walk to the train station after work. Quite raw and entirely unbetaed so all screw-ups are mine! Concrit appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hakkai or Gojyo. That doesn't stop me wishing I did.
“Y’know, you really are quite pretty.”
“I’m sorry, Gojyo?” Hakkai said, which in Hakkai-speak translated roughly to I beg your fucking pardon?
“I said ‘you’re pretty’.” Goyjo answered unswervingly. Intellectually, he knew that Hakkai’s tone was the perfect reason to shut the fuck up. “And not even girly pretty,” his mouth stampede on without him, “More like beautiful, handsome; gorgeous. like some guy came down from heaven and carved your face in marble and made it come alive or some shit.”
“And with a stony heart to match.” Hakkai mused aloud, his maudlin mood surfacing yet again. Placidly, he took a sip from the steaming cup of tea he was still holding.
“Oh stop it, no-one believes you.” Gojyo said, taking a cursory gulp from the bottle of beer he’d been nursing the last half hour. Hakkai set down the cup of tea perhaps a little too hard, he realised later, and gave Gojyo a sharp look across the small table in their equally small kitchen-cum-living-room.
“What?” Gojyo cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward with an expression that Hakkai could only describe as righteous anger, his hair swinging forward, starkly red, over his shoulders “You think that a cold-hearted bastard like you seem to think you are would stick around and look after a sorry-ass half-breed bastard like me? Cook his dinner? Clean his house? Stay up all damn night waiting for him to come home because he knows the stupid bastard will always come back to the home he’s never really had before now?” Somewhere along the way, Gojyo had gotten agitated, his voice rising to a shout to end on that final question. Belatedly, the seething anger in the kappa’s red eyes gave way to a shocked sort of embarrassment as the meaning of what he’d said sunk in. Somewhere along the way, Hakkai’s brain had back-pedalled from being angry through maudlin and stopped at confused.
“Gojyo.” He said slowly into the uncomfortable quiet.
“…Yeah?” Gojyo sounded the slightest bit afraid.
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“That you can hardly expect a man to live with a guy like you without becoming attracted to you.” Gojyo replied bluntly.
“…Oh.” Hakkai gave that a moment’s consideration. “A guy like me?” He replied flatly, noting how the redhead’s eyes were starting to look a little bit desperate. For what, he wasn’t sure.
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps you should get to know me a little bit better before you say such a thing, Gojyo.” Hakkai smiled, a small, genuine one quite unlike the ones he was used to using.
Gradually, Gojyo started smiling too.
Crossposted to: saiyuki saiyukiyaoi saiyukiyaoific
Disclaimer: I don't own Hakkai or Gojyo. That doesn't stop me wishing I did.
“Y’know, you really are quite pretty.”
“I’m sorry, Gojyo?” Hakkai said, which in Hakkai-speak translated roughly to I beg your fucking pardon?
“I said ‘you’re pretty’.” Goyjo answered unswervingly. Intellectually, he knew that Hakkai’s tone was the perfect reason to shut the fuck up. “And not even girly pretty,” his mouth stampede on without him, “More like beautiful, handsome; gorgeous. like some guy came down from heaven and carved your face in marble and made it come alive or some shit.”
“And with a stony heart to match.” Hakkai mused aloud, his maudlin mood surfacing yet again. Placidly, he took a sip from the steaming cup of tea he was still holding.
“Oh stop it, no-one believes you.” Gojyo said, taking a cursory gulp from the bottle of beer he’d been nursing the last half hour. Hakkai set down the cup of tea perhaps a little too hard, he realised later, and gave Gojyo a sharp look across the small table in their equally small kitchen-cum-living-room.
“What?” Gojyo cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward with an expression that Hakkai could only describe as righteous anger, his hair swinging forward, starkly red, over his shoulders “You think that a cold-hearted bastard like you seem to think you are would stick around and look after a sorry-ass half-breed bastard like me? Cook his dinner? Clean his house? Stay up all damn night waiting for him to come home because he knows the stupid bastard will always come back to the home he’s never really had before now?” Somewhere along the way, Gojyo had gotten agitated, his voice rising to a shout to end on that final question. Belatedly, the seething anger in the kappa’s red eyes gave way to a shocked sort of embarrassment as the meaning of what he’d said sunk in. Somewhere along the way, Hakkai’s brain had back-pedalled from being angry through maudlin and stopped at confused.
“Gojyo.” He said slowly into the uncomfortable quiet.
“…Yeah?” Gojyo sounded the slightest bit afraid.
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“That you can hardly expect a man to live with a guy like you without becoming attracted to you.” Gojyo replied bluntly.
“…Oh.” Hakkai gave that a moment’s consideration. “A guy like me?” He replied flatly, noting how the redhead’s eyes were starting to look a little bit desperate. For what, he wasn’t sure.
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps you should get to know me a little bit better before you say such a thing, Gojyo.” Hakkai smiled, a small, genuine one quite unlike the ones he was used to using.
Gradually, Gojyo started smiling too.
Crossposted to: saiyuki saiyukiyaoi saiyukiyaoific