Fic - Untitled, Hakkai/Gojyo
Skimming in under the wire!
Title: Untitled
Author: louiselux
Warnings: spoilers for Reload vol 7
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Notes: for uncharted territory. I was thinking about the prompt in terms of the future. Time taken - 40 mins plus two or three for checking. Concrit welcome
It wasn't much of a shack, but it was pretty nice of the villagers to let them stay in it after they'd trashed their town square. Gojyo found a nearly bald broom and swept the floor, then filled the water bucket and washed the window. He scrubbed the worst of the blood out of their clothes and thought about wringing Sanzo's neck as he squeezed almost clean, pale pink water from Goku's shirt.
The first morning, Goku was still out cold, lying sprawled on a blanket in the outhouse. Much good that rusted lock would do them if he was still crazy when he woke up, but it made Gojyo feel better, and it kept him away from Hakkai.
Hakkai woke up now and then, his gaze all fogged, and Gojyo could see the pain in his eyes. His nose and mouth were still clogged with blood, even though Gojyo had cleaned most of it away.
"Hey," Gojyo said, and smiled.
"How's Goku?"
"Fine. Get some more sleep."
Hakkai did, and the next day he was awake, pale and silent and shivering. Gojyo built up the small fire as best he could and they huddled next to it.
"He's still unconscious," Hakkai said, and he looked at Gojyo with wide and frightened eyes.
"He'll be okay, you know how tough he is."
"Yes."
It got colder, and Gojyo fetched the holey grey blanket and dragged it round Hakkai's shoulders, and wondered what the hell to say.
"It won't always be like this, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"This bad."
Hakkai didn't look very comforted. He raised an eyebrow. "Would life be worth living if it was?"
"Probably not." Gojyo poked at the fire with the tip of his boot, and thought about Hakkai on the bridge, looking like the world was crushing him. "Do you still think about it?"
"About what?"
"The future?"
"Not really." Hakkai's smile was so tired, like it was taking all his energy. "Why would I?"
"Yeah, well. I was thinking about afterwards. You know, after we get home." He rubbed through his hair, feeling as awkward as he ever had. "We could get a place. Like a farm or something. Or, you know, a shop that sold really great weapons. Or food."
Hakkai met his eyes, and his gaze was unflinching.
"We?"
"Yeah."
Hakkai looked away into the fire, the warm light making his face glow. Already the bruises were fading. He was getting stronger than ever, Gojyo thought, and the thought half terrified him.
"I'd like that. Perhaps it might even happen," Hakkai said.
"Yeah, perhaps."
It was enough to hope for.
Title: Untitled
Author: louiselux
Warnings: spoilers for Reload vol 7
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Notes: for uncharted territory. I was thinking about the prompt in terms of the future. Time taken - 40 mins plus two or three for checking. Concrit welcome
It wasn't much of a shack, but it was pretty nice of the villagers to let them stay in it after they'd trashed their town square. Gojyo found a nearly bald broom and swept the floor, then filled the water bucket and washed the window. He scrubbed the worst of the blood out of their clothes and thought about wringing Sanzo's neck as he squeezed almost clean, pale pink water from Goku's shirt.
The first morning, Goku was still out cold, lying sprawled on a blanket in the outhouse. Much good that rusted lock would do them if he was still crazy when he woke up, but it made Gojyo feel better, and it kept him away from Hakkai.
Hakkai woke up now and then, his gaze all fogged, and Gojyo could see the pain in his eyes. His nose and mouth were still clogged with blood, even though Gojyo had cleaned most of it away.
"Hey," Gojyo said, and smiled.
"How's Goku?"
"Fine. Get some more sleep."
Hakkai did, and the next day he was awake, pale and silent and shivering. Gojyo built up the small fire as best he could and they huddled next to it.
"He's still unconscious," Hakkai said, and he looked at Gojyo with wide and frightened eyes.
"He'll be okay, you know how tough he is."
"Yes."
It got colder, and Gojyo fetched the holey grey blanket and dragged it round Hakkai's shoulders, and wondered what the hell to say.
"It won't always be like this, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"This bad."
Hakkai didn't look very comforted. He raised an eyebrow. "Would life be worth living if it was?"
"Probably not." Gojyo poked at the fire with the tip of his boot, and thought about Hakkai on the bridge, looking like the world was crushing him. "Do you still think about it?"
"About what?"
"The future?"
"Not really." Hakkai's smile was so tired, like it was taking all his energy. "Why would I?"
"Yeah, well. I was thinking about afterwards. You know, after we get home." He rubbed through his hair, feeling as awkward as he ever had. "We could get a place. Like a farm or something. Or, you know, a shop that sold really great weapons. Or food."
Hakkai met his eyes, and his gaze was unflinching.
"We?"
"Yeah."
Hakkai looked away into the fire, the warm light making his face glow. Already the bruises were fading. He was getting stronger than ever, Gojyo thought, and the thought half terrified him.
"I'd like that. Perhaps it might even happen," Hakkai said.
"Yeah, perhaps."
It was enough to hope for.