AN: Yay! Another Saiyuki fic - Fun! I wish you all luck in figuring out who's who (as if it weren't obvious) Enjoy!!
Rule #1: 'Always keep favored old toys on hand. You never know when it might be time to play again'
"Hey! Who ate all the doughnuts!?" the voice that cut across the office was high and whiney with disappointment.
The man who'd leaned himself against the front of one of the polished oak wood desks jumped upright in surprise, eyes widening. "Holy crap, it's back!" watching as the brown haired boy moved across the office, hands curled around an empty Dunkin Dounuts box.
"Guys." The boy whined tragically. "Didn't save me any. What jerks."
"Seth." The man behind the desk lifted his head from the computer and offered a greeting smile. "What are you doing back from school so early."
"The little brat called, begging me to come pick him up." A man entered the office behind Seth, running a hand through short cropped blonde locks irritably then moved the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled silver smoke into the air.
"And you actually picked him up?" The man who'd first spoken replied. "Vincent, you softy."
"Bite me." The blonde man replied darkly, violet eye flashing warningly.
The man behind the desk chuckled before looking towards Seth who'd taken to pulling draws out of the file cabinet, searching for food. "You didn't fall asleep in class again, Seth?"
"I was bored." The boy whined.
"What can you say, Gabe." The man leaning against the desk commented, flashing an amused look out from beneath dark scarlet dyed locks. "School just isn't for the stupid."
"Who you calling stupid pretty boy." Seth countered.
"Don't get mad at me just because you look like a monkey."
"At least I'm not a fairy."
"You littleā¦."
"Shut up." Vincent snapped walking past them, crossing his arms irritably.
"But Nathan started it." Seth whined again then poked at the dark haired man behind the desk. "Gabe, tell Vincent Nathan started it."
"You're all fired." Vincent answered before Gabe could speak. "Get out of my office."
"Ha!" Seth straightened again in triumph. "That's another positive about me being suspended now-"
"He's suspended!" Gabe turned questioning blue green eye in Vincent's direction.
"Again." The blonde man grumbled.
"But it's great!" Seth repeated. "Not I can help you guys solve cases and junk."
"Oh no." Nathan protested. "If pint size gets a job then I quit."
"I can help." Seth argued shooting Nathan a glare.
"You can be annoying." Vincent countered.
"But Vincentā¦." Seth whined
"I'm sure we can find him office work to do." Gabe smiled peacefully at the dirty looks all three of them threw him. "It's not like business is booming anyway."
"Knock, knock." The woman's voice was followed by the soft shutting of the office door as she strode across the office floor, heeled shoes clipping softly against the hard wood floor.
"Come on in." Nathan grumbled.
The woman cast him a look and lifted her arm to push her hair behind a shoulder with the back of her hand, ebon locks brushing around her waist with the motion. "So this is what you boys do on your day off."
"What do you want Heaven?" Vincent questioned with a kind of patient impatience and she smiled.
"Is that any way to speak to your aunt?" she turned and moved to the window in the room and leaned out it. The office was on the top floor of one enormous building and gave perfect view of the city below, putting everything into tiny, toy like perspective.
The office was a small room, only marginally bigger then a common house living room. And what little space there was stuffed with desks, file cabinets, and a long table that appeared to be a snack and cigarette bar. She smirked in amusement. There was a cabinet, but it belonged to the tawny haired man and everyone knew not to open it unless you wanted to be lost beneath a sea of books and volumes. She turned back to look at the four, all lounging in varied semblance of eases. Gabe remained in the seat behind the desk, clicking away at the computer keys, Nathan leaned against it lighting up a cigarette. Seth had returned his attention to the file cabinet in his endless search for something to stuff his face with and Vincent watched her with a wary eye. She flashed an amused smile and moved back to the center of the room.
"I actually came to bring you a gift." Slipping slender fingers into her purse and drew out a box. The case was composed of polished black wood with gold hinges and clasping. Three locks bound it closed and she flicked it open with a casual touch of her filed nail. The top popped open and light sliced across the surface of an old silver gun, polished to gleaming perfection, resting among the red, crushed velvet lining. "Well." She prompted it when Vincent's amethyst gaze simply lingered on the firearm lightly. "Take it."
Vincent reached out a hand with a sigh and lifted the gun from it's casing, allowing the thing to rest lightly in his fingers. He twisted his wrist lightly to examine the other side of the weapon, thumb moving the hammer lightly.
"It's the shoureiju." Heaven supplied in the face of his silence.
"What a stupid name." Nathan mocked teasingly then turned his head away innocently when Vincent swing the gun in his direction. Heaven's lips tipped into a rapt smile before her eyes shifted as Seth jumped up.
"What about me Aunt Heaven! Where's my gift?"
She smiled at him indulgently. "How could I forget you, Seth?" her hand disappeared into the pocket of her gray skirt and she withdrew a necklace from it. A silver chain glittered where it slipped down between her fingers. From the chain dangled a thin red rod about the length of his pinky. Heaven allowed the trinket to slip from her hand into Seth's cupped ones.
"A necklace." He said in mild disappointment, eyeing the thing in his hands.
"Take good care of it." She commented, noting his tone but choosing to ignore it, amusement still glittering in her eyes.
"Very stylish, Seth." Gabe teased good-naturedly.
"Yea." Nathan added mockingly. "Bet it'll really impress the ladies."
"Shut up, fairy."
"Oh yes. And I have one more little gift." Heaven interjected.
"What is it?" Nathan spoke again. "A pinky ring?"
"No. A client."
