Saiyuki: Hakkai/Gojyo [G]
Fandom: Saiyuki Hakkai/Gojyo
Title: An Untitled Snippet
Author/Artist: i_am_zan
Rating: Gen. Sorry ladies and gents, it is work safe.
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Word count: 610
Summary: Jun 1st Prompt - Saiyuki, Hakkai/Gojyo: tea, pre-journey setting: young Goku interrupting
I apologise most humbly to prompter that firstly this is late and that this is not more than it should be.
An Untitled Snippet by Zan
The single light bulb cast weird and odd-angled shadows on the wall - or it could just be, that time of the morning when it was too early and Gojyo should still be asleep.
“I was just making some tea,” Hakkai informs him, “would you like a coffee?”
Gojyo pulls out a chair to sit, puts his cigarettes and lighter on the table but pushes them to the side.
“No … I’ll actually have what you’re having.”
Hakkai allows himself a little smile. Out from the corner of his good eye Hakkai glimpses Gojyo lightly trace the scar on his cheek. He hums a children’s song as he fills up the kettle to boil.
Onto a tray, he sets out the teapot and some cups. From a tin caddy, he measures out two teaspoons of leaves into the pot. With the boiled water, he rinses everything, including the tealeaves once through, discarding the run-off.
Gojyo watches in silence. The only sounds there are is their breathing - which seems loud at five thirty in the morning, Hakkai padding about bare-foot and the tea making. There is only silence really.
“The first rinse takes out the bitterness,” Hakkai explains,” and to warm the cups and the pot.”
“This is a nice Oolong from Fujian province.” Hakkai continues, “It doesn’t take long to brew.” He proceeds to pour the hot water over the teapot.
Hakkai places the tray in the middle of the table and sits opposite Gojyo. There are only them, the tea and their breathing. They watch each other. It is about learning to be around each other over again. In front of Gojyo is not the wraithlike Gonou, not the newly formed or ‘birthed’ Hakkai. Gojyo learns everyday what it is to be around this very human daemon. He learns that he likes being around Hakkai, even if he *is* uncertain what to make of him. Gojyo knows he can trust him with a lot. How much "That" is, he is not willing to admit to anyone least of all himself.
Hakkai meanwhile, loses himself in the steam of the tea. The fragrance of it tinged with leftover tobacco smoke lingering in the air. How it seems the red of the clay-pot feels warm under his palms - not a temperature just from the heat of the water - and the calm that washes over him from it all. He wonders at the supposition that tea ‘wakes the spirit and nurtures it’ and that it is not the tea here in and of itself, nor is it the making or drinking of it, but maybe the ‘who’ of it. He smiles again to himself.
Gojyo continues to watch Hakkai and wonders at the little upturn of his lips.
They sit in silence and sip at their tea.
~~~~
Goku grumbles as he stumbles onto the door. He does not realise that he is where he needs to be already. His bundle makes it very difficult for him to notice anything more that keeping to a path and not falling over.
“Goku,” Hakkai opens the door for him. “I hope you have a very good reason for nearly breaking down this door we both just fixed.”
“Here!” Goku thrusts his bundle at Hakkai. “Sanzo says look after him, he’s yours.”
The table is clear now, thanks to Gojyo’s quick reflexes. Hakkai hastily drops the wriggling cloth-wrap onto the table.
“Phew!” Goku pants,” thank god for that!”
They all watch as a little white muzzle pokes out tentatively and a pair of red eyes peer at them each one in turn.
“What is that a cat?” Gojyo asks incredulously
“Kyuu- “is the indignant reply.
(610 words)
Title: An Untitled Snippet
Author/Artist: i_am_zan
Rating: Gen. Sorry ladies and gents, it is work safe.
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Word count: 610
Summary: Jun 1st Prompt - Saiyuki, Hakkai/Gojyo: tea, pre-journey setting: young Goku interrupting
I apologise most humbly to prompter that firstly this is late and that this is not more than it should be.
An Untitled Snippet by Zan
The single light bulb cast weird and odd-angled shadows on the wall - or it could just be, that time of the morning when it was too early and Gojyo should still be asleep.
“I was just making some tea,” Hakkai informs him, “would you like a coffee?”
Gojyo pulls out a chair to sit, puts his cigarettes and lighter on the table but pushes them to the side.
“No … I’ll actually have what you’re having.”
Hakkai allows himself a little smile. Out from the corner of his good eye Hakkai glimpses Gojyo lightly trace the scar on his cheek. He hums a children’s song as he fills up the kettle to boil.
Onto a tray, he sets out the teapot and some cups. From a tin caddy, he measures out two teaspoons of leaves into the pot. With the boiled water, he rinses everything, including the tealeaves once through, discarding the run-off.
Gojyo watches in silence. The only sounds there are is their breathing - which seems loud at five thirty in the morning, Hakkai padding about bare-foot and the tea making. There is only silence really.
“The first rinse takes out the bitterness,” Hakkai explains,” and to warm the cups and the pot.”
“This is a nice Oolong from Fujian province.” Hakkai continues, “It doesn’t take long to brew.” He proceeds to pour the hot water over the teapot.
Hakkai places the tray in the middle of the table and sits opposite Gojyo. There are only them, the tea and their breathing. They watch each other. It is about learning to be around each other over again. In front of Gojyo is not the wraithlike Gonou, not the newly formed or ‘birthed’ Hakkai. Gojyo learns everyday what it is to be around this very human daemon. He learns that he likes being around Hakkai, even if he *is* uncertain what to make of him. Gojyo knows he can trust him with a lot. How much "That" is, he is not willing to admit to anyone least of all himself.
Hakkai meanwhile, loses himself in the steam of the tea. The fragrance of it tinged with leftover tobacco smoke lingering in the air. How it seems the red of the clay-pot feels warm under his palms - not a temperature just from the heat of the water - and the calm that washes over him from it all. He wonders at the supposition that tea ‘wakes the spirit and nurtures it’ and that it is not the tea here in and of itself, nor is it the making or drinking of it, but maybe the ‘who’ of it. He smiles again to himself.
Gojyo continues to watch Hakkai and wonders at the little upturn of his lips.
They sit in silence and sip at their tea.
~~~~
Goku grumbles as he stumbles onto the door. He does not realise that he is where he needs to be already. His bundle makes it very difficult for him to notice anything more that keeping to a path and not falling over.
“Goku,” Hakkai opens the door for him. “I hope you have a very good reason for nearly breaking down this door we both just fixed.”
“Here!” Goku thrusts his bundle at Hakkai. “Sanzo says look after him, he’s yours.”
The table is clear now, thanks to Gojyo’s quick reflexes. Hakkai hastily drops the wriggling cloth-wrap onto the table.
“Phew!” Goku pants,” thank god for that!”
They all watch as a little white muzzle pokes out tentatively and a pair of red eyes peer at them each one in turn.
“What is that a cat?” Gojyo asks incredulously
“Kyuu- “is the indignant reply.
(610 words)