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Author: lillypuff
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Characters From: Saiyuki Gaiden
Pairing(s): Kenren x Tenpou
Rating: PG-13
Written For: teru_bozu_ebi
Prompt: wardrobe malfunction
Warnings: implied sexuality, language
Summary: When Goujun arrived at the marshal's door he stood and waited
before knocking, trying to gauge if perhaps he should return at another time…
Disclaimer: Sadly, Saiyuki does not belong to me.
Random Notes:
OK, so this is
more a wardrobe mix-up then
malfunction, I hope it still works.
Sorry this is so late my dear; the muse has been a bit difficult lately. Hope you enjoy this silly little fic. =)
Goujun walked down the
hallway that lead to Marshal Tenpou's quarters carried
by his usual long strides that had taken him many places throughout his long
years. In his hand and held close to his
body, the dragon king carried a thin folder containing the reports and
breakdowns from the Western Army's most recent assignment below, a folder which
had sat far too long on the corner of his desk waiting for a certain signature.
The dragon never
really understood why it was so difficult for Tenpou
to do something as simple as scribbling his name on a piece of paper. He also never understood why he could not
seem to find a messenger when he needed one. He really wasn't suited to playing errand boy
for himself, especially when his destination was the marshal's personal rooms;
lately it felt like every time he visited he was walking into a den of iniquity
instead of an officer's quarters.
When Goujun arrived at the marshal's door he stood and waited
before knocking, trying to gauge if perhaps he should return at another time,
but when he heard no disparaging noises coming from the other side of the door
he raised his fist and rapped it firmly against solid wood.
For a split
second there was no response then Goujun heard the
muffled voice of his next in command.
"Who is it?"
Tenpou asked sounding slightly out of breath and that
was all the dragon needed to hear to know he had come at a bad time. Usually Tenpou just
told his visitors to enter.
Straightening
himself, Goujun stepped closer to the door, "It
is I, Goujun.
I have papers that need your signature…"
"Fuck…" Goujun knew that could only be Kenren.
"Just a minute sir."
"Of course,"
Goujun replied through a quiet sigh as he tried not to listen to the bits of
conversation he could hear from the other side of the door…
"Tenpou, where're
my…oh…"
"Here…"
"But, those…"
"Just put them on…"
…all the while Goujun stood there, quietly and patiently. He contemplated telling the two officers he
could return at a better time but his thoughts were disturbed by the sound of
locks clicking and suddenly the door before him was swinging open revealing a
slightly flushed but pleasantly smiling field marshal.
"Ah, sorry
to keep you waiting Goujun-sama, please come in."
"Thank you
Marshal," the dragon replied with a slight bow before stepping over the
threshold and following Tenpou further into his
quarters.
When he entered Tenpou's personal study Goujun was
met with the sight of Kenren sitting on the edge of
the marshal's desk, legs dangling; a cigarette perched between his lips, as was
often the case.
"'Sup Goujun?" Kenren
greeted with flick of his hand and the dragon king would have reprimanded the general for his casual behavior, would
have put the man in his place as he often had to do, but instead he just
stared; the general was out of uniform -- sort of.
Kenren still wore his
coat almost fully unbuttoned as always, and his gloves were on, as were his
boots, though they were untied and loose on his feet. But it wasn't untied laces or unbuttoned
coats that had caught Goujun's attention; it was
instead Kenren's pants, or more correctly, Tenpou's pants on Kenren's
body. He had noticed right away, loose khaki
where tighter leather should have been -- though he had no idea why that sort
of thing would make an impression on him.
"Commander?" Tenpou's voice pulled the dragon from his
half-dazed state and Goujun quickly turned to face
the man that addressed him, "Is there something wrong?"
"No. Nothing," Goujun
replied with a shake of his head, trying his best afterwards to keep eye
contact with the marshal as he handed him the folder he carried, "If I
could just get you to sign these I can be on my way and you two can go back to
your…duties."
With a smile, Tenpou took the proffered folder, "Of course sir."
Goujun watched as Tenpou began to leaf through the pages until his gaze began
to drift ever so slightly downward coming to a rest on leather pants that
seemed to hug all the right places on Tenpou's
legs. To his surprise, Goujun had to suppress both a laugh and a groan at the
sight of Tenpou in what he assumed was Kenren's uniform pants.
The black leather look utterly ridiculous with the lab coat, button up
shirt and tie, but that didn't take away from the fact that Tenpou
was well suited for uniform leathers.
Well suited indeed.
For a brief
second, Goujun let his eyes flicker back towards the
general who was grinning and puffing away on his cigarette as if it were the
best thing on earth.
"All
finished sir," came Tenpou's
voice a few moments later, once again rescuing the dragon from his inner
musings. Goujun
quickly turned his head to find the folder being held up rather close to his
face.
"Thank you
Marshal," Goujun replied as he took back the
paperwork with a clawed hand. He should
have left then but for some reason he didn't.
He wanted to say something,
but he didn't know what.
"You sure nothin's wrong commander?"
Kenren asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence
around them.
Goujun turned to face
the General, the words he wanted to speak at the tip of his tongue and
retreating fast, "Nothing is wrong General, except for the fact that…"
Goujun paused and glanced back at Tenpou
before sighing, "…your boots are not properly tied."
Kenren snorted, "Thanks."
"You are
welcome General," Goujun replied with a nod, "Thank
you for your time Marshal."
"Anytime, sir."
Without another
word Goujun walked quickly but calmly to the door
that would lead him from the Office of Awkwardness and into the Hallway of
Normalcy.
Leaving Tenpou's quarters and closing the door behind him, Goujun once again tried not
to hear what transpired on the other side of the door...
"See…I told you he would notice…"
"Oh shut up, Kenren…"
"Make m….woah!"
Goujun winced as a
stack of books -- and probably two bodies -- collided with the floor as he
walked away from the marshal's quarters; one long stride after another.
He tried to
ignore the sound of Kenren's laughter which seemed to
follow him down the otherwise quiet corridors…
He was starting to think he really needed to do something about those two.
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