Whoo! Barely made the deadline! Happy pi day everyone! pi is 3.14, today is march 14... yeah
BTW I have a fetish with Goku's eyes. Gold eyes are just sexy. I give my fetish to Sanzo. It's good for him.
"Who's your roomie?"
"I don't have one."
"Why not?"
"See the gun?"
Goku gulped and admitted that he did. It was sort of hard to miss.
"Do you remember me now?"
"A bit. Maybe."
"What do you remember?"
Golden eyes… something else. Maybe the monkey's unrequited love hadn't been as far off as he thought.
"You still play poker?"
"I never did. You always beat me."
"I know."
Definitely something about the eyes.
"At least Hakkai isn't here. He'd beat anyone at any card game ever made."
"- and he'd always apologize for it."
"Yeah."
Goku paused a moment. As much as he'd love to have Kouryuu follow him, or vice versa, until the morning, it didn't appear that it was going to happen. There was only one bedroll in the room, and Kouryuu had infinite dibs.
"I'm going home. I'll meet you in the morning."
For one tense second he hoped maybe the blonde would let him stay. After all, it was rather easy for two people to share the same bed-
"Fine. I'll be here."
Easily slipping into the old habit of concealing disappointment, Goku slipped back out the door, leaving Kouryuu alone.
Alone and wishing, quietly, that he weren't.
"What took you so long?"
"It's eight in the morning. How early do you get up?"
Actually, Goku knocking had woken him up, but there wasn't any other way Kouryuu knew to open a conversation.
"Keh. Come on."
"First you have to swear."
"Swear what?"
"That you won't kill Hakkai."
"Fine."
"Say I swear."
"I swear."
Goku would have demanded the gun be turned over, but he knew better. Much better.
"Okay, come on. It's a floor below us."
"That close?"
"Well, yeah. You were one of the last people to come from the tunnels."
"So?"
"So, the last people to come over were mostly from poorer areas, you know…"
"Spit it out, monkey."
"You're sitting ten feet from the red light district."
"So he's close to me… why?"
"Do you remember Gojyo at ALL?"
Kouryuu reluctantly admitted that he did. The name roused within him a strong need to kill something.
Goku bounced down the stairs like a little kid.
"Come on, it's right…" he counted off doors. The residential areas were set up more or less like an apartment building. This area had probably been used as barracks or something.
"Here! Oh, wait, I have a key…"
Goku rummaged through his pockets.
"There's a handkerchief tied around the door. Doesn't that mean he's got some chick in there?"
"Oh, no, he keeps that there all the time. It saves him the trouble of taking it off in the morning. It only applies after eleven. Oh, here it is."
Goku triumphantly held out a tarnished key.
Hakkai's head tilted slightly, listening. It was kind of hard when there was a tongue tracing the curve of his ear. And certain other things were making it a bit hard to concentrate.
"Did you just hear-"
"What?"
"Nevermind. Go back to-"
The door swung open, and there was a few seconds of silence.
"The handkerchief is there for a reason," Gojyo said, annoyed at the disruption.
"What reason? You've got a chick in here? Hate to break it to you Gojyo, but that isn't-"
"You brought Kouryuu here?"
"Yeah. I made him swear not to kill anyone."
Hakkai was confused. And now that his body wasn't focusing on Gojyo anymore, the dull ache was returning.
"What's going on?"
Goku, returning to his natural habitat, was raiding the fridge. No one had noticed him cross the room, yet there he was.
"Oh! Introductions. Hakkai, this is Sanzo. He was gonna get paid to kill you, but now he's not gonna. Sanzo, this is Hakkai. And you know Gojyo. I think."
"I sorta remember you being straight."
"Oh, he was. Most of the time."
Everyone stared at Goku, who was searching for mustard now.
"What?"
"Yeah. Just be glad you had your clothes on this time. Last time, whoo, man, talk about embarrassing. We were out in the middle of the woods somewhere and you went swimming-"
"That's enough, monkey."
"It took you longer to get together last time though. Like four years."
"We were… together before?"
"Yeah. Don't worry. Neither of you ever acted really gay." Goku pointed over his shoulder at Kouryuu. "He would have shot you."
"Damn straight."
"So we were… together in the past?"
"Huh? Well, yeah. Didn't you know?"
"How would we have?"
"I dunno. Like, a feeling or something. Sorta like me an' Sanzo can hear each other think sometimes."
"Don't put me on their level. And quit calling me Sanzo."
Goku had made something vaguely resembling a sandwich. Rather, two pieces of bread were trying their hardest to keep an assortment of items together. Mostly, they were failing horribly. Mustard sneaked out the sides at every opportunity.
"So does anybody else remember anything yet?"
"No," said three voices in unison.
"Aw, come on. You guys suck."
"Hey, remember whose fridge you're raiding."
"Yeah, yeah."
"This is stupid."
"You can leave."
It seemed like something should happen right there, but nothing did. Kouryuu tried to avoid looking at everything at the same time and failed. Hakkai was thinking idly that life had been better ten minutes ago. Gojyo was wondering why just being around the blonde was making his pissed off.
Goku was totally focused on the last parts of his sandwich. Some things never change.
"Jiroshin, this isn't working."
"Forgive me for being relieved, mistress."
Okay… I think I can work from here… I have sorta half a plot, but really, ideas, comments, concerns…. Requests? Who wants to see Gojyo shirtless? Smiles over sea of raised hands