Saiyuki Christmas in September
I've found some odds and ends from last year's Secret Santa Project fic (which I'm not doing this year; I put so much love and effort into it last year and then I don't think my recipient liked it and I felt awful about it) that had to be cut for time. I really loved writing that fic, and these are some of the parts that I had the most fun writing and couldn't include. There's also a pseudo-songfic I wrote as an aside. If you've read the SSP fic, it'll make sense. If not, it'll still make sense, just not necessarily in context.
It's Saiyuki of course. Some OOC, too.
I
"Sanzo," Hakkai smiled as the monk made straight for the fire, "welcome back." He received a grunt in reply.
"Where are the others?"
"Ah, they went out to explore," Hakkai leaned back in his chair and turned a page in his book.
"Why didn't you go too?" Sanzo said indifferently, pulling out a cigarrette and grabbing a newspaper.
Hakkai's eyes stopped moving across the page. "Oh, I just wanted to stay put and enjoy the peace." He glanced up at the blonde, a meaningful little smile pulling at his lips.
II
Sanzo stared critically at the endless sea of red and white flooding their room. Roses smell like women, he thought, wrinkling his nose. But Hakkai liked them, and they were part of his present, so...
The monk surveyed his work. He'd stuck roses in the tree, even thought to variate the red with the white. Others were bunched in vases, a trick the frazzled florist had suggested.
It was a stroke of luck that Hakkai had left soon after Sanzo had gotten back. He said he need to go out, and now that the blonde was back, he'd excuse himself for a bit. Sanzo was glad that Hakkai Distraction Plan A didn't have to be implemented. It would have been easy to knock the youkai over the head with a frying pan, but dragging him to the closet might be noticeable.
There were still roses left, Sanzo noticed, and no place to put them. A dim memory rose to the surface. Something about roses on a bed being romantic. Personally, Sanzo thought it'd be a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't mind pain, and it was Hakkai's present.
He gathered the remainder of the roses, tossed them randomly on the bed, and then patted himself on the back for a job well done.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sanzo wished fervently (and not for the first time) that his gun could penetrate immortals.
"What's it look like? You're the one who mentioned it."
"Baka, you don't dump roses on the bed whole. The stems have thorns on them." The Merciful Goddess shook her head with incredulous contempt.
"Well how else would I do it?" he spat.
"Take the bulbs apart and sprinkle the petals on," Kanzeon said with a roll of her eyes. "Honestly, I'll be surprised if Pretty Boy even lets you kiss him."
Sanzo was about to see if perhaps his gun had miraculously evolved, but the Goddess was gone.
III
"Oi, if you don't move faster, I'll take your legs off!" Sanzo hissed, staring at all he could see of the florist, which was currently a huge bunch of roses, an arm, and a leg.
The florist didn't doubt Sanzo's threat. He scrambled down from the window sill, careful of the roses.
"I'm trying, really!"
Sanzo grabbed the bunch of roses and set them aside with the others.
"What's your name?" he demanded.
The florist looked less than pleased to tell.
"It's Ken, houshi-sama."
Sanzo's eyebrow twitched.
"Well Ken, if every rose isn't inside in five mintues, you're going to have to become a dentist."
Ken hoisted himself back up to the bathroom window. He really wished his surly customer hadn't chosen this method of delivery; coming in through the bathroom window with a bunch of roses was harder that it looked.
Luckily for him, they had just finished when somebody banged on the door.
"Oi, Sanzo, how long does it take you to piss?"
A rather undignified screech was heard as three banishing bullets whizzed through the door, followed rapidly by muttered curses.
Duty done, the florist excused himself through the window. He reckoned that with this man, the best tip he'd receive was his life.
Hee, that florist is in no way supposed to be reminiscent of anyone from another anime property.
IV
Sanzo was glad he didn't have to get anything for the other two. The bit of shopping he'd had to do for Hakkai's gift had been painful enough, and he really didn't care one way or the other whether Goku and Gojyo got gifts from him. But, in a tidy twist of fate, Hakkai had taken care of it for him, earlier in the day.
"Sanzo, what are you getting Gojyo and Goku, if I may ask?"
"Che. Nothing."
Hakkai smiled.
"I see. Well, I'm just about to go gift shopping for them. Would you like me to pick something up for you as well?"
That man knew him too well, Sanzo thought. It was both frightening and strangely comforting.
"Just sign my name to whatever you get, I don't care." he replied apathetically, disappearing behind his newspaper. Hakkai gathered his coat and smiled at the wall of black and white print.
"Of course."
V
The whole gift exchange had been terribly annoying. They'd been down in the common room; the fire made it warmer there. Hakkai (and Sanzo) had given Gojyo a sweater and cigarettes. The kappa seemed surprisingly happy with the sweater; Hakkai had made it himself. Goku got meatbuns all around, and a sweater as well. Sanzo found to his chagrin that he too was the recipient of Hakkai's handiwork, in a striped purple and green pattern.
VI
"Um, Sanzo...what's this?" Hakkai held up the toy capsule and shook it. The plastic ring inside made a tinkling noise for emphasis.
"What's it look like, baka?"
The youkai popped open the capsule and dumped the golden ring into his hand.
"Er, a plastic ring?"
Hakkai's ring was supposed to be one of those quarter rings from a vending machine, but about the time I was writing this, I got back into LotR and so it became the One Ring, which I had also wanted to have Sanzo procure from a vending machine, but oh well.
Goku's unchained melody is borrowed in part from the "Where are you Christmas?" song that Cindy Lou Who sings in 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' (the recent one with a disturbingly green Jim Carrey, not the original animated one).
Goku sighed as he ambled into his room. He'd lost Gojyo somewhere downstairs, and judging by the sound of whizzing bullets, the kappa was doing a fine job of pissing off Sanzo and giving Hakkai something to go 'maa, maa' over.
It shouldn't matter to him, he knew, but things had seemed off lately. Gojyo was spending more time out, and when he was with Goku, he always brushed off the saru's question's with 'You wouldn't understand" or "Maybe in a few years." These questions were usually about Sanzo and Hakkai. Goku had begun noticing that as of late, those two were almost inseparable; one was never far behind the other. And they rarely ever talked. With anyone else, this would have been a bad sign, but with Sanzo and Hakkai it only meant that they knew what the other was thinking and had no need for words. It had taken a long time for Goku to work that out, and just as he did, a new puzzling event came along. Hakkai and Sanzo would make eye contact, and hold it for a lot longer than necessary. Goku still wasn't sure what that was all about. But he knew it didn't feel right. And it certainly couldn't be if it made him think.
Sighing once again, he picked up a pad and pencil and wandered over to sit on the windowsill. Scribbling a few words, he paused, chewing on the pencil's eraser, and stared out into the crisp night sky. It was a clear, brilliant navy backdrop, the sky, hosting so many thousands of stars that it boggled Goku's mind. But from this view, looking into the endless stretch of midnight sky, he felt very small. Was this what Christmas was supposed to be about? Being along in your room while your friends are downstairs getting drunk, playing ping pong, and actually enjoying each other's company? Surely not, Goku though. Fixing his gaze on the second star to the right, he began to sing softly.
Where are you canon, why can't I find you? Why did you go away?
Where is my spotlight, I'm the main character, on me it needs to stay.
My world is crazy, Gojyo is lazy, are Sanzo and Hakkai going insane too?
Where are you canon, do you remember, how it was meant for us to be?
My sun has turned towards the moon, I want that warmth all just for me...
Goku's voice began to shake and he stood, staring forlornly out of the window.
The joy of canon will never leave me, I need to kill some youkai now.
Where are you canon, when will you come back, make Sanzo love me somehow.
Where are you fangirls? Make 39 yaoi, use random plot contrivance too.
Change standard fanon into the canon, write Hakkai as a big fat cow.
He is a...
"Oi, saru, what the hell are you singing for? And why d'you want Hakkai portrayed as a cow? He's supposed to be a boar, you know."
Goku jumped and faltered.
"I don't care," he pouted. "I'm the main protagonist in this anime. My name comes up first in the credits. I am a living legend. I should get what I want!"
Gojyo rolled his eyes.
"Remind me to have Hakkai buy some diapers next time he's out. What's your problem, kid?"
Goku glared at the kappa.
"I'm not a kid! Why does everyone always think I'm a kid? I'm seventeen bloody years old! And I want to have sex with Sanzo, dammit!"
Before Gojyo could reply, their wall was banged on from the next room.
"Oi! Shut up in there! I'm trying to concentrate!" yelled Sanzo, his voice strained.
"Sorry for the bother!" Hakkai was polite, even when he was short of breath.
Come to think of it, this is rather like a Bonus Disc you get when you buy movies these days ("with deleted scenes, never before seen footage, director commentary, and outtakes!"). ^___^
It's Saiyuki of course. Some OOC, too.
I
"Sanzo," Hakkai smiled as the monk made straight for the fire, "welcome back." He received a grunt in reply.
"Where are the others?"
"Ah, they went out to explore," Hakkai leaned back in his chair and turned a page in his book.
"Why didn't you go too?" Sanzo said indifferently, pulling out a cigarrette and grabbing a newspaper.
Hakkai's eyes stopped moving across the page. "Oh, I just wanted to stay put and enjoy the peace." He glanced up at the blonde, a meaningful little smile pulling at his lips.
II
Sanzo stared critically at the endless sea of red and white flooding their room. Roses smell like women, he thought, wrinkling his nose. But Hakkai liked them, and they were part of his present, so...
The monk surveyed his work. He'd stuck roses in the tree, even thought to variate the red with the white. Others were bunched in vases, a trick the frazzled florist had suggested.
It was a stroke of luck that Hakkai had left soon after Sanzo had gotten back. He said he need to go out, and now that the blonde was back, he'd excuse himself for a bit. Sanzo was glad that Hakkai Distraction Plan A didn't have to be implemented. It would have been easy to knock the youkai over the head with a frying pan, but dragging him to the closet might be noticeable.
There were still roses left, Sanzo noticed, and no place to put them. A dim memory rose to the surface. Something about roses on a bed being romantic. Personally, Sanzo thought it'd be a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't mind pain, and it was Hakkai's present.
He gathered the remainder of the roses, tossed them randomly on the bed, and then patted himself on the back for a job well done.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sanzo wished fervently (and not for the first time) that his gun could penetrate immortals.
"What's it look like? You're the one who mentioned it."
"Baka, you don't dump roses on the bed whole. The stems have thorns on them." The Merciful Goddess shook her head with incredulous contempt.
"Well how else would I do it?" he spat.
"Take the bulbs apart and sprinkle the petals on," Kanzeon said with a roll of her eyes. "Honestly, I'll be surprised if Pretty Boy even lets you kiss him."
Sanzo was about to see if perhaps his gun had miraculously evolved, but the Goddess was gone.
III
"Oi, if you don't move faster, I'll take your legs off!" Sanzo hissed, staring at all he could see of the florist, which was currently a huge bunch of roses, an arm, and a leg.
The florist didn't doubt Sanzo's threat. He scrambled down from the window sill, careful of the roses.
"I'm trying, really!"
Sanzo grabbed the bunch of roses and set them aside with the others.
"What's your name?" he demanded.
The florist looked less than pleased to tell.
"It's Ken, houshi-sama."
Sanzo's eyebrow twitched.
"Well Ken, if every rose isn't inside in five mintues, you're going to have to become a dentist."
Ken hoisted himself back up to the bathroom window. He really wished his surly customer hadn't chosen this method of delivery; coming in through the bathroom window with a bunch of roses was harder that it looked.
Luckily for him, they had just finished when somebody banged on the door.
"Oi, Sanzo, how long does it take you to piss?"
A rather undignified screech was heard as three banishing bullets whizzed through the door, followed rapidly by muttered curses.
Duty done, the florist excused himself through the window. He reckoned that with this man, the best tip he'd receive was his life.
Hee, that florist is in no way supposed to be reminiscent of anyone from another anime property.
IV
Sanzo was glad he didn't have to get anything for the other two. The bit of shopping he'd had to do for Hakkai's gift had been painful enough, and he really didn't care one way or the other whether Goku and Gojyo got gifts from him. But, in a tidy twist of fate, Hakkai had taken care of it for him, earlier in the day.
"Sanzo, what are you getting Gojyo and Goku, if I may ask?"
"Che. Nothing."
Hakkai smiled.
"I see. Well, I'm just about to go gift shopping for them. Would you like me to pick something up for you as well?"
That man knew him too well, Sanzo thought. It was both frightening and strangely comforting.
"Just sign my name to whatever you get, I don't care." he replied apathetically, disappearing behind his newspaper. Hakkai gathered his coat and smiled at the wall of black and white print.
"Of course."
V
The whole gift exchange had been terribly annoying. They'd been down in the common room; the fire made it warmer there. Hakkai (and Sanzo) had given Gojyo a sweater and cigarettes. The kappa seemed surprisingly happy with the sweater; Hakkai had made it himself. Goku got meatbuns all around, and a sweater as well. Sanzo found to his chagrin that he too was the recipient of Hakkai's handiwork, in a striped purple and green pattern.
VI
"Um, Sanzo...what's this?" Hakkai held up the toy capsule and shook it. The plastic ring inside made a tinkling noise for emphasis.
"What's it look like, baka?"
The youkai popped open the capsule and dumped the golden ring into his hand.
"Er, a plastic ring?"
Hakkai's ring was supposed to be one of those quarter rings from a vending machine, but about the time I was writing this, I got back into LotR and so it became the One Ring, which I had also wanted to have Sanzo procure from a vending machine, but oh well.
Goku's unchained melody is borrowed in part from the "Where are you Christmas?" song that Cindy Lou Who sings in 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' (the recent one with a disturbingly green Jim Carrey, not the original animated one).
Goku sighed as he ambled into his room. He'd lost Gojyo somewhere downstairs, and judging by the sound of whizzing bullets, the kappa was doing a fine job of pissing off Sanzo and giving Hakkai something to go 'maa, maa' over.
It shouldn't matter to him, he knew, but things had seemed off lately. Gojyo was spending more time out, and when he was with Goku, he always brushed off the saru's question's with 'You wouldn't understand" or "Maybe in a few years." These questions were usually about Sanzo and Hakkai. Goku had begun noticing that as of late, those two were almost inseparable; one was never far behind the other. And they rarely ever talked. With anyone else, this would have been a bad sign, but with Sanzo and Hakkai it only meant that they knew what the other was thinking and had no need for words. It had taken a long time for Goku to work that out, and just as he did, a new puzzling event came along. Hakkai and Sanzo would make eye contact, and hold it for a lot longer than necessary. Goku still wasn't sure what that was all about. But he knew it didn't feel right. And it certainly couldn't be if it made him think.
Sighing once again, he picked up a pad and pencil and wandered over to sit on the windowsill. Scribbling a few words, he paused, chewing on the pencil's eraser, and stared out into the crisp night sky. It was a clear, brilliant navy backdrop, the sky, hosting so many thousands of stars that it boggled Goku's mind. But from this view, looking into the endless stretch of midnight sky, he felt very small. Was this what Christmas was supposed to be about? Being along in your room while your friends are downstairs getting drunk, playing ping pong, and actually enjoying each other's company? Surely not, Goku though. Fixing his gaze on the second star to the right, he began to sing softly.
Where are you canon, why can't I find you? Why did you go away?
Where is my spotlight, I'm the main character, on me it needs to stay.
My world is crazy, Gojyo is lazy, are Sanzo and Hakkai going insane too?
Where are you canon, do you remember, how it was meant for us to be?
My sun has turned towards the moon, I want that warmth all just for me...
Goku's voice began to shake and he stood, staring forlornly out of the window.
The joy of canon will never leave me, I need to kill some youkai now.
Where are you canon, when will you come back, make Sanzo love me somehow.
Where are you fangirls? Make 39 yaoi, use random plot contrivance too.
Change standard fanon into the canon, write Hakkai as a big fat cow.
He is a...
"Oi, saru, what the hell are you singing for? And why d'you want Hakkai portrayed as a cow? He's supposed to be a boar, you know."
Goku jumped and faltered.
"I don't care," he pouted. "I'm the main protagonist in this anime. My name comes up first in the credits. I am a living legend. I should get what I want!"
Gojyo rolled his eyes.
"Remind me to have Hakkai buy some diapers next time he's out. What's your problem, kid?"
Goku glared at the kappa.
"I'm not a kid! Why does everyone always think I'm a kid? I'm seventeen bloody years old! And I want to have sex with Sanzo, dammit!"
Before Gojyo could reply, their wall was banged on from the next room.
"Oi! Shut up in there! I'm trying to concentrate!" yelled Sanzo, his voice strained.
"Sorry for the bother!" Hakkai was polite, even when he was short of breath.
Come to think of it, this is rather like a Bonus Disc you get when you buy movies these days ("with deleted scenes, never before seen footage, director commentary, and outtakes!"). ^___^