Mommy
A little present for Cho Hakkai, written on the first day of Hakkai Month, 8-8-08. I just couldn't help it. )
Gojyo is thinking: the weird thing is that, even when you know all the nasty stuff about Hakkai, so much of what he does is just so…nice. I mean, look: the guy's a healer, he's a great cook, he's polite, patient, good with kids, he settles all the fights, makes sure we eat and sleep and brush our damn teeth for gods' sake; I swear, if he weren't a guy, he'd be somebody's mom. Somebody's practically perfect mom.
Heh. Yeah, right. As long as your perfect mom is an incestuous youkai psycho-killer with major abandonment issu--
He caught his breath as it hit him, and then he snickered, and then he started to laugh and couldn't stop. Hakkai had to shake him to break the jag, and by that time tears were streaming down Gojyo's face and he was wheezing like a run-out racehorse.
"Gojyo, for heaven's sake, I was about to set Goku on you! What on earth is so funny?"
"Sor--" he gasped, and had to laugh, and finally gulped enough air for words. "Sorry. Mom."