Hakkai nodded. When Gojyo got like this because of Sanzo, there really wasn’t anyway to talk to him. One just had to let Gojyo yell and curse at the blonde monk, who was currently their only real means of bringing in money. Sure, Gojyo was lucky at cards but Hakkai couldn’t always count on Gojyo’s gambling winnings to make ends meet. They lived in a small town, so when Gojyo was on a hot streak, word traveled fast and the marks stayed away.
“He didn’t even have the decency to look up at me when he spoke to me!” Another drag on the cigarette, another exhale of smoke circling the ceiling. “You know what they should teach at that fucking monastery?” Holding the burning cigarette between his first two fingers, Gojyo pointed those same two fingers at Hakkai. “Manners! Those fucking monks need some fucking manners!”
Wryly smiling at Gojyo, Hakkai could just imagine how well the meeting went. “Calm down, Gojyo.” Gojyo peered at his best friend through a smoke filled haze. “What exactly did Sanzo want us to go and retrieve?”
Gojyo dug around in his pocket, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Here.” Flicking a folded up piece of paper at Hakkai, Gojyo sneered. “He wrote it down. Apparently, I’m too stupid to be trusted with directions.”
Both men were silent while Hakkai read the note. Hakkai had to smile over the tone of the note.
Hakkai,
Two towns over, in a little village called, Sarichi, there is a monastery. The monks have possession of a vehicle. Bring it to me.
Sanzo
Hakkai turned the paper over. It was blank. Three sentences? That was it? Hakkai sighed. It seemed Gojyo had pissed off Sanzo more than usual. Looking behind him, at the clock, Hakkai noted the time. Eight o’clock. Plenty of time to get packed. Pushing his chair away from the table, Hakkai went into his bedroom.
“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s muffled voice reached Gojyo, who was still sitting at the kitchen table.
Gojyo went into Hakkai’s bedroom. There was Hakkai, digging around on the shelf in his closet. A large satchel landed with a thump at his feet and he pushed back the long bangs from his eyes.
“Oh, there you are. If you would, please get out your satchel, two changes of clothes, enough underwear for…umm, let me think…five, yes, five days, and socks for the same amount of time.” Hakkai disappeared back into the closet. “I think we can share shampoo and soap for that amount of time.” Popping his head out, Hakkai smiled at Gojyo. “Although, it goes without saying that we each need our own shaving necessities.”
Opening his mouth to ask why, Gojyo quickly shut it again. It was no use asking Hakkai why they were running to do Sanzo’s bidding. Knowing Hakkai, he would just talk in circles around Gojyo until he was annoyed and confused. Then, Gojyo would stomp out of the room, head to the bar, drink, bitch about Hakkai and how he talked and talked until Gojyo couldn’t take it no more and agreed to do what he wanted. When the bar closed, Gojyo would come back home and get packed. After all of that, he would fall asleep, fully dressed, waiting for Hakkai to wake him up at the crack of dawn so they could get moving. Gojyo sighed. Might as well just skip all of that bullshit and just pack now.
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ninetydegrees
Finding Hakuryu pt. 2
on 2008-01-03 06:45 am (UTC)“He didn’t even have the decency to look up at me when he spoke to me!” Another drag on the cigarette, another exhale of smoke circling the ceiling. “You know what they should teach at that fucking monastery?” Holding the burning cigarette between his first two fingers, Gojyo pointed those same two fingers at Hakkai. “Manners! Those fucking monks need some fucking manners!”
Wryly smiling at Gojyo, Hakkai could just imagine how well the meeting went. “Calm down, Gojyo.” Gojyo peered at his best friend through a smoke filled haze. “What exactly did Sanzo want us to go and retrieve?”
Gojyo dug around in his pocket, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Here.” Flicking a folded up piece of paper at Hakkai, Gojyo sneered. “He wrote it down. Apparently, I’m too stupid to be trusted with directions.”
Both men were silent while Hakkai read the note. Hakkai had to smile over the tone of the note.
Hakkai,
Two towns over, in a little village called, Sarichi, there is a monastery. The monks have possession of a vehicle. Bring it to me.
Sanzo
Hakkai turned the paper over. It was blank. Three sentences? That was it? Hakkai sighed. It seemed Gojyo had pissed off Sanzo more than usual. Looking behind him, at the clock, Hakkai noted the time. Eight o’clock. Plenty of time to get packed. Pushing his chair away from the table, Hakkai went into his bedroom.
“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s muffled voice reached Gojyo, who was still sitting at the kitchen table.
Gojyo went into Hakkai’s bedroom. There was Hakkai, digging around on the shelf in his closet. A large satchel landed with a thump at his feet and he pushed back the long bangs from his eyes.
“Oh, there you are. If you would, please get out your satchel, two changes of clothes, enough underwear for…umm, let me think…five, yes, five days, and socks for the same amount of time.” Hakkai disappeared back into the closet. “I think we can share shampoo and soap for that amount of time.” Popping his head out, Hakkai smiled at Gojyo. “Although, it goes without saying that we each need our own shaving necessities.”
Opening his mouth to ask why, Gojyo quickly shut it again. It was no use asking Hakkai why they were running to do Sanzo’s bidding. Knowing Hakkai, he would just talk in circles around Gojyo until he was annoyed and confused. Then, Gojyo would stomp out of the room, head to the bar, drink, bitch about Hakkai and how he talked and talked until Gojyo couldn’t take it no more and agreed to do what he wanted. When the bar closed, Gojyo would come back home and get packed. After all of that, he would fall asleep, fully dressed, waiting for Hakkai to wake him up at the crack of dawn so they could get moving. Gojyo sighed. Might as well just skip all of that bullshit and just pack now.