Home Sweet Home
Author: lillypuff
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Characters From: Saiyuki
Pairing(s): Gojyo x Hakkai
Rating: PG
Written For: scifislasher
Prompt: snarky domesticity
Warnings: none really
Summary: Post-Journey, Gojyo doesn't know the
difference between Beige and Tan and Hakkai is most certainly not the wife.
Disclaimer: Sadly, Saiyuki does not belong to
me. I wish it did. Just having some fun.
Random Notes:
Well, this ended
up being 500+ words, once I had the idea, I just went with it. Hope you enjoy scifislasher,
happy birthday!
Gojyo sat on the
floor of the living room, staring at the newest coat of paint that glistened on
the walls around him. He would have sat
on a chair, but they'd tossed what little furniture he'd had; all victims to
years of disuse, just like the house.
"What do you
think?" Asked a familiar voice from behind the red head.
"It's nice,
but I think we should've gone with the tan." Gojyo replied with a grin,
trying to keep his voice from wavering, and he had succeeded, at least until he
felt the sting of a damp towel on the back of his head. He turned around to stare up at his attacker
as he rubbed his head, a small grin still etched on his face. "Ow! What's that for, 'Kai?"
The healer stared
down at Gojyo with a patented Cho Hakkai Scowl, fists
at his hips, towel dangling from one of his hands, "The furniture we
picked out goes better with the beige."
"
Hakkai rolled his
eyes as he squatted down before the red head, "Hardly. Beige is a much lighter color. Tan is darker, warmer and more importantly,
doesn't match the furniture."
Gojyo couldn't
help but laugh at Hakkai's passion for the subject, "Fine, fine. No need to blow your top, I was just teasin' anyway. I
like it," the red head paused for a moment to place a kiss on the healer's
forehead. "I'd like it even if it
didn't match."
Hakkai smiled, "Good,
because the furniture is arriving tomorrow."
A few moment of
silence passed between them, and in that time, Gojyo found he was more excited
about the furniture's arrival then he had any right to be. He chalked it up to being tired of sleeping
on the floor; they'd done enough of that over the past few years to last a
hundred lifetimes…
"Would you
like to get some dinner?" Hakkai asked, breaking Gojyo's train of thought,
for which the red head was grateful.
"Meh, I'm tired of eatin' out."
"What's
this?" Hakkai replied, amused. "Sha Gojyo tired of dining out at Sanzo's expense?"
"Hey now, it's
not that. I love burnin'
a hole in the monk's card, I couldn't be happier that we still get to use
it. I just…"
"Just what?"
"I dunno. I just wanted
a nice quiet meal at home, I guess."
Hakkai smiled as
he stood and walked to the kitchen, "That is a nice idea, but I don't think we have anything suitable for a
full meal. We need to go shopping."
"I'm sure
you could whip somethin' up, 'Kai."
"You think
so?" Hakkai asked, eyebrows raised; his usual
tone slightly off kilter.
"Well, yeah,
I mean, isn't that what you do?" Gojyo asked, a broad grin returning to
his face.
"What I do?
What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you bein' the wife an' all…" Gojyo began, only to cut
himself off when he noticed Hakkai's expression had gone oddly blank.
A few moments of
uncomfortable silence passed before Hakkai spoke again, this time in a slow and
flat tone, "Gojyo, I am going to give you a five second head start, you
better use it."
Upon hearing that, Gojyo ran.
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