Disclaimers: Borrowed from the manga, number 4 of Saiyuki Reload by Kazuya Minekura. I do not own the manga or the characters mentioned below and have not earned any money in the making of this fic. Most of the lines are word-for-word, if you're the kind of person who cares about things like that.
Warnings: Mild yaoi. Chapter 14 is the most explicit and will not be posted on ff dot net. A link will be provided for those interested when the time comes.
Author's Notes: This is Hakkai's take of when Banri shows up and gets Gojyo into trouble. It'll also be posted in full on my insanejournal, Mad Ouva. The link to that, if you care to read there (you should, I'll be posting more often there), the link is on my profile.
Please enjoy.
I found myself often wondering if Kanan felt like this, waiting around for me to come back from work, cleaning the house, reading and cooking to please me and to keep herself entertained.
No wonder she'd wanted children. This was boring. Friendly as the shopkeepers were, much as I wanted to talk to them, they sensed something not quite right about me early on, and they had other customers to tend. Probably because I lived with the village outcast, I knew they suspected something was going on between Gojyo and me that wasn't accepted in polite society. Still, they gave me good prices on potatoes, who was I to complain about what they suspected?
Passing Gojyo on the street that day was like any other day, a slight jarring of the senses, as if I wasn't supposed to see him outside the house, as if we weren't supposed to talk. He was never unkind, but it seemed to surprise him that we existed in a world outside the one between the four walls of the shack, and I couldn't help feeling that I should've been home, prepping the potatoes I'd just dropped into my grocery bag.
He passed on, muttering something about being late. I sighed and headed home. It meant he was going to gamble for our rent and food money, that he was going to come home fairly drunk, reeking of women's perfume and sex, smoking through whole packs in one sitting until he was hacking like he had bronchitis.
I went home and cooked a full meal anyway, left it out on the table for when he got home and took none for myself, then went to bed early. I was proud of myself that I'd never once done this to Kanan in the same moment that I flipped off the lamp, wishing he'd stay out of a fight and get home safely.
I didn't manage to get to sleep until I heard him bang his way indoors, bumbling drunk. Beer made him a little clumsy, he'd run into a wall or two, but was generally harmless. I heard him sigh, pour himself a glass of water and fling his coat somewhere. A few minutes later, the sofa creaked under his weight, another sigh, then silence.
Without meaning to, I'd stayed up for him. I was turning into a fucking housewife.
Fin Chapter 1
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