Personal Jesus
Saiyuki Canon-esk/AU-ish drabble
Idea: What if the Banri intro had gone another way?
85/T
The cold touch of metal on his ear shocked him. They never felt like that anymore. He'd gotten so use to the feel, to the silent buzz of Qi that constantly hummed around them that those cold fingers made him gasp.
The purr of his voice in his ear, the breath on his cheek…it was all just wrong, so wrong. He didn't want cold; he'd been cold for too long as it was. A brilliant flash of transitory pain-searing red and it was hot, like the oven door was just opened in your face-an intense burst of heat that flooded over his skin and banished the cold. He unconsciously leaned into the heat and connected with a long hard body.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Banri?" Gojyo ground out as he slammed the short-haired youkai into the wall. The vainly struggling figure gasped around his grip on his throat, finger nails biting into the soft flesh at the jugular, a kill blow if he wanted.
"Gah! Fuck man, he's one of us!"
"We are nothing like you." He spat out angrily.
"What the hell, even if you're a mutt you're still youkai!"
"I may be…"
"You're wrong."
"Hakkai?"
"You're wrong, Mr. Banri. Gojyo is the most human of anyone I've ever met. He saved me once. Probably will more times than either of us care to think about again, but he's human. There is nothing 'mutt'-like about him."
Gojyo blinked surprised as Hakkai came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder, "You alright?"
"Yes, thank you, Gojyo." He stated softly.
"What now?"
"Now, I'd like to know more about this 'job' he wanted to recruit you for." Hakkai smiled pleasantly enough if one ignored the eerie light bouncing off his glasses.
"No fucking way four-eyes!" Banri squirmed. Gojyo slammed him backwards again, his head bouncing like a child's ball against the wall, cheap plaster splintering under the abuse.
"Fuck!" Blood splattered wetly out of Banri's mouth.
"No thank you, now talk. I believe it had something to do with temple treasures…is that correct?" Hakkai cocked his head to the side in contemplation at the man, nodding slightly when Gojyo's head whipped around and stared at him incredulously.
"No way…shit."
***
"So, you really didn't need my help back there, did you?" Gojyo asked as the last thief's lifeless body thunked onto the concrete floor.
"Not really, although I greatly appreciate the thought." Hakkai fumbled with the tiny silver cuffs, his claws frustrating him more than helping.
Sighing exasperated as Gojyo stepped up to him and held out a hand. He smiled crookedly at the red-head and dropped the cold metal onto the warm skin. A soft moan escaping his lips as the other man stepped in close against him and clamped them back into place.
"So why did you come with me anyways? I could have handled it." Gojyo brushed his finger tips over the sparkling metal once before stepping away.
"I know, but I decided something back there in the rain."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Someone once called me a Jack of All Trades…"
Gojyo smiled softly, his hair falling into his eyes as he tossed the broken umbrellas aside, "And Master of None, huh?"
"Something like that."
"Hah, you're a funny guy you know that?"
"Well, you also make a horrible villain."
Gojyo cuffed him lightly on the shoulder, the moon bright and full over their heads as they walked out into the night.
"Smart ass."
"Haha! Probably." Hakkai agreed chuckling softly, "Probably."
Fin.