Birthday wishes, Quick-Fic, and Fanart, Oh My!
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He must have mellowed in his old age. This was the only possible explanation. Hell, not only had he accepted Hakkai’s invitation to a celebratory dinner at his and Gojyo’s ‘shack,’ but even with Gojyo and Goku temporarily reunited, to highly irritating results, he’d only had to use the paper fan once.
“Thirty’s not so old,” Goku insisted, as if reading his mind.
Maybe that was true, but sometimes, between those other three idiots, Sanzo felt sixty.
“I figured I’d be dead by now,” he finally said, deadpan, and Goku made a face.
“No way! You’re, like, the toughest human ever!”
Sanzo rolled his eyes.
“It’s true! I can’t count the number of times I thought you were gonna die, but then you didn’t.”
“Is that supposed to be some sort of compliment?” the blond wondered aloud, feeling obliquely insulted.
“It may be best to take it as such, yes,” Hakkai smiled as he approached the porch swing with another slice of cake for Goku. It had taken quite of bit of convincing to get Sanzo to sit there, once he found out Gojyo had built and installed the swing himself. Hakkai hadn’t wanted to say anything, but he could attest from personal experience that it was quite sturdy.
Sometimes, Sanzo wondered what would become of Goku when he died. Not that he let the thought keep him up at night, but there was still the question of whether the monkey really was live-forever immortal. Sanzo was fairly certain Goku would be okay. Goku had...matured a lot during the course of their journey to India, and afterward. Maybe it was just that he was the one who wasn’t okay with the idea of leaving such a moron alone.
Goku kissed him suddenly, startling the monk from his thoughts and getting cake crumbs on his mouth.
“Wipe your face before you do something like that!” Sanzo snapped, pushing him away, but a quick glance assured him Hakkai had already retreated back inside the house. Probably to see what was taking Gojyo so long in bringing out the ‘surprise’ he’d thrown together for Sanzo. What this could possibly be, considering Gojyo’s sense of humor, the blond shuddered to think.
“You let me kiss you with worse stuff in my mouth,” Goku retorted slyly. Sanzo sneered back at him.
“Kiss, Sanzo,” the brunet prompted, leaning in. The movement sent the porch swing swaying just a bit, and Sanzo’s hand tightened reflexively on Goku’s thigh. Grinning, Goku lightly kissed along the priest’s upper lip once, twice, three times, until Sanzo finally turned his face to catch that teasing mouth with a growl of irritation.
“Heuuuh~! Am I interrupting something?” Gojyo taunted gleefully as he stepped out onto the porch with a large cardboard box under one arm.
“You wish, perv!” Goku shot back, flushing. Sanzo gave a kappa a mild glare, but otherwise didn’t move his hand from the brunet’s thigh, except to squeeze sharply, right above Goku’s knee.
“Guwaah!” Goku’s whole body jolted and he attempted to squirm away from the touch while Gojyo laughed loudly.
“You still get wound up so easily,” Sanzo chided with a half-smirk. “You’re a disgrace to ‘adults’ everywhere.”
“Shut up! Stupid Sanzo.”
“Now, now, what’s all the commotion out here?” Hakkai demanded, appearing suddenly in the doorway with three beers.
“Goku’s age is showing, that’s all,” Gojyo offered helpfully as the older brunet handed two of the beers to Sanzo.
“Is that so?” Handing the last beer to Gojyo, Hakkai crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “(Gojyo, please tell me that whatever mess you’re about to make, you’re going to clean up.)”
“One of those is for me!” Goku reminded the blond, watching him pop the tab of one can while holding the other out of reach.
“Your tolerance sucks, and you’ve already had two tonight.”
“That was hours ago, you stingy jerk!”
Sanzo eyed him askance as he took a sip of his own beer. “It’s your choice. But if you pass out and I have to drag your sorry ass all the way back to Chang ‘An, I’ll kill you.”
“You always say that,” Goku grumbled under his breath, darting forward to snatch the aluminum can from the blond. The swing shuddered precariously, startling Sanzo, and Goku used the distraction to retreat to the opposite side of the bench without getting hit for it.
“Here, Hakkai,” the redhead grunted from the center of the front lawn, “come help me with this, will you?”
It did not bode well when Hakkai stepped over to Gojyo, took one look down at that box, and choked back a decidedly creepy laugh.
Sanzo watched warily for a few minutes as the two of them squatted there--blocking his view of whatever it was on purpose, bastards--and wondered if he should bother waiting until they were done to shoot the kappa, or just get it over with right now.
“Hey Sanzo,” Goku hummed as he slunk back over to rest his head heavily against the monk’s shoulder, “thanks.”
“‘Thanks?’” Sanzo repeated.
“Yeah.” Sighing, Goku shifted until they were pressed side to side on the swing, and with Gojyo and Hakkai distracted, he was even so bold as to hook his ankle around the leg Sanzo had planted firmly to the porch to keep them steady. Not that Gojyo and Hakkai hadn’t accidentally caught them doing a lot worse, but sometimes Sanzo got touchy about the weirdest things.
“On this day, I can be really thankful that Sanzo was born, exactly thirty years ago.”
“....Sometimes you say the most bizarre things,” the blond finally muttered, staring steadfastly out over the front yard, but when Goku reached over to squeeze his hand, he didn’t pull away.
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Yaaaay, hope your day is a great one, sweetie! ♥♥♥
And this picture isn't late, of course not! I don't know what you're talking about. i blame the missing 8H pencil... XD
Hope you like it!!! You said once, a long time ago, that you love looking at guitars, so I hope you like this. #^__^# Also, I made you a wallpaper of it.
LOL soli demanded a widescreen version for her computer, so I figured I'd add it here, too. XD
Happy Birthday, hon! Enjoy!
He must have mellowed in his old age. This was the only possible explanation. Hell, not only had he accepted Hakkai’s invitation to a celebratory dinner at his and Gojyo’s ‘shack,’ but even with Gojyo and Goku temporarily reunited, to highly irritating results, he’d only had to use the paper fan once.
“Thirty’s not so old,” Goku insisted, as if reading his mind.
Maybe that was true, but sometimes, between those other three idiots, Sanzo felt sixty.
“I figured I’d be dead by now,” he finally said, deadpan, and Goku made a face.
“No way! You’re, like, the toughest human ever!”
Sanzo rolled his eyes.
“It’s true! I can’t count the number of times I thought you were gonna die, but then you didn’t.”
“Is that supposed to be some sort of compliment?” the blond wondered aloud, feeling obliquely insulted.
“It may be best to take it as such, yes,” Hakkai smiled as he approached the porch swing with another slice of cake for Goku. It had taken quite of bit of convincing to get Sanzo to sit there, once he found out Gojyo had built and installed the swing himself. Hakkai hadn’t wanted to say anything, but he could attest from personal experience that it was quite sturdy.
Sometimes, Sanzo wondered what would become of Goku when he died. Not that he let the thought keep him up at night, but there was still the question of whether the monkey really was live-forever immortal. Sanzo was fairly certain Goku would be okay. Goku had...matured a lot during the course of their journey to India, and afterward. Maybe it was just that he was the one who wasn’t okay with the idea of leaving such a moron alone.
Goku kissed him suddenly, startling the monk from his thoughts and getting cake crumbs on his mouth.
“Wipe your face before you do something like that!” Sanzo snapped, pushing him away, but a quick glance assured him Hakkai had already retreated back inside the house. Probably to see what was taking Gojyo so long in bringing out the ‘surprise’ he’d thrown together for Sanzo. What this could possibly be, considering Gojyo’s sense of humor, the blond shuddered to think.
“You let me kiss you with worse stuff in my mouth,” Goku retorted slyly. Sanzo sneered back at him.
“Kiss, Sanzo,” the brunet prompted, leaning in. The movement sent the porch swing swaying just a bit, and Sanzo’s hand tightened reflexively on Goku’s thigh. Grinning, Goku lightly kissed along the priest’s upper lip once, twice, three times, until Sanzo finally turned his face to catch that teasing mouth with a growl of irritation.
“Heuuuh~! Am I interrupting something?” Gojyo taunted gleefully as he stepped out onto the porch with a large cardboard box under one arm.
“You wish, perv!” Goku shot back, flushing. Sanzo gave a kappa a mild glare, but otherwise didn’t move his hand from the brunet’s thigh, except to squeeze sharply, right above Goku’s knee.
“Guwaah!” Goku’s whole body jolted and he attempted to squirm away from the touch while Gojyo laughed loudly.
“You still get wound up so easily,” Sanzo chided with a half-smirk. “You’re a disgrace to ‘adults’ everywhere.”
“Shut up! Stupid Sanzo.”
“Now, now, what’s all the commotion out here?” Hakkai demanded, appearing suddenly in the doorway with three beers.
“Goku’s age is showing, that’s all,” Gojyo offered helpfully as the older brunet handed two of the beers to Sanzo.
“Is that so?” Handing the last beer to Gojyo, Hakkai crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “(Gojyo, please tell me that whatever mess you’re about to make, you’re going to clean up.)”
“One of those is for me!” Goku reminded the blond, watching him pop the tab of one can while holding the other out of reach.
“Your tolerance sucks, and you’ve already had two tonight.”
“That was hours ago, you stingy jerk!”
Sanzo eyed him askance as he took a sip of his own beer. “It’s your choice. But if you pass out and I have to drag your sorry ass all the way back to Chang ‘An, I’ll kill you.”
“You always say that,” Goku grumbled under his breath, darting forward to snatch the aluminum can from the blond. The swing shuddered precariously, startling Sanzo, and Goku used the distraction to retreat to the opposite side of the bench without getting hit for it.
“Here, Hakkai,” the redhead grunted from the center of the front lawn, “come help me with this, will you?”
It did not bode well when Hakkai stepped over to Gojyo, took one look down at that box, and choked back a decidedly creepy laugh.
Sanzo watched warily for a few minutes as the two of them squatted there--blocking his view of whatever it was on purpose, bastards--and wondered if he should bother waiting until they were done to shoot the kappa, or just get it over with right now.
“Hey Sanzo,” Goku hummed as he slunk back over to rest his head heavily against the monk’s shoulder, “thanks.”
“‘Thanks?’” Sanzo repeated.
“Yeah.” Sighing, Goku shifted until they were pressed side to side on the swing, and with Gojyo and Hakkai distracted, he was even so bold as to hook his ankle around the leg Sanzo had planted firmly to the porch to keep them steady. Not that Gojyo and Hakkai hadn’t accidentally caught them doing a lot worse, but sometimes Sanzo got touchy about the weirdest things.
“On this day, I can be really thankful that Sanzo was born, exactly thirty years ago.”
“....Sometimes you say the most bizarre things,” the blond finally muttered, staring steadfastly out over the front yard, but when Goku reached over to squeeze his hand, he didn’t pull away.
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Yaaaay, hope your day is a great one, sweetie! ♥♥♥
And this picture isn't late, of course not! I don't know what you're talking about. i blame the missing 8H pencil... XD
Hope you like it!!! You said once, a long time ago, that you love looking at guitars, so I hope you like this. #^__^# Also, I made you a wallpaper of it.
LOL soli demanded a widescreen version for her computer, so I figured I'd add it here, too. XD
Happy Birthday, hon! Enjoy!