Title: 30 days without you
Series: Saiyuki AU
Paring: 58; Rating: T
AN: For those of you who wanted the Ordinary World fic to have more character development before smut. I'm not complaining, I'm gifting; this is for all of you. Enjoy!
Ch. 2-Gojyo POV
It'd been a week since he'd touched down. Catching up with Jein, he laughed and joked like always, tossing the stack of brochures from the Motorcycle show onto his desk to look over later. He'd made a few very significant contacts out in San Francisco, but…
Leaning back on his bed, hands interlaced behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Now if only he could get the sight of those green eyes out of his head, the touch of those pale hands on his skin, the feel of his body pressing against his, tears and raking sobs, the silky hair…he shuddered slightly, opening his eyes and clenching his jaw in determination; he didn't want those sensations out of his head, not now, not ever.
Some part of his mind registered Jein calling his name from upstairs as he slammed the door shut and roughly pushed his helmet over his loose hair, the auburn-red lengths pulsing in the orange glow from the street lamps.
"Fuck it all." Not like he'd sleep with those images in his head tonight anyways. A ride around the city normally helped calm his nerves, and he was sure a few drinks wouldn't hurt them either.
Peeling off into the night he wondered what Hakkai was doing now. Were his classes doing as they were told? Was he having a hard time finding things? Was the neighborhood safe? He grit his teeth again and sped on, twisting through the taxis and tourists effortlessly, slowing only when the lights changed.
"Stupid fucking lights, hurry up already!" He revved the engine loudly, smiling as several people turned there heads or stopped all together as they were crossing the busy street to look at him.
A flash of green from the corner of his eye and then the light changed. He hadn't bothered to turn around; he just wanted to fly down the street so fast he couldn't think. He just wanted to fly.
***
"Stupid Jein, couldn't he have put these up himself? But no~~, I have to do it! Stupid fucking older brothers…" grumbling under his breath he pulled out the little box of business cards and the tacks from his pocket, hissing slightly as he inadvertently pricked the skin. Lightly sucking the offended member he fumbled trying to open the box, cursing loudly as it fell to the ground and scattered the few cards across the floor.
"God Damnit!!"
"Sir, I'm sorry, but could you please keep it down?" a smart-assed bookworm kid looked over the counter at him annoyed as he bent down and scrabbled with the cards.
"Also, you have to ask management before posting anything." The kid smirked down at him.
Fuck it! Not like anyone here could afford their bikes anyways! He huffed as he forced most of the cards into the box and screwed the lid back into place. He didn't notice the one lone card poking out under the bookshelf as he stomped off frustrated or the girl that picked it up and pinned it next to a fistful of other flyers.
"Why bother? That guy was obviously not here for the books."
"I don't know-it was a cute card."
"Hmpf! Probably just some wannabe."
"Fine, then! I'd like to see you make something that cute!
"Oh you're on; I'll make something even better!"
"You're so juvenile sometimes."
"…"
Waving dismissively over her head the girl wandered off to restock the back shelves. When she was out of sight two Converse tennis shoes squeaked over to the board. Pulling the card off roughly and stuffed it into his pocket. He'd show her, he'd make one even better and put it up in its place. The next time she looked at the 'cute card' she'd be in for a surprise!
He chuckled at the idea before heading back to work.
***
Gojyo lay staring at the ceiling, again. The soft pad of socked feet at his door made him smile.
"Yo. You awake?"
"Yeah, come on in."
Jein pushed the door open noiselessly and stood in the doorway, Gojyo turned his head slightly and smiled, Jein's silhouette always made him do that, the guy was a good six inches taller and built like a football player.
"So, you just gonna stand there or did you wanna say something?"
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Wah?"
Jein walked over and sat on the edge of the bed heavily, the mattress groaning underneath them.
"You've got someone on your mind, who is it?"
"How'd you come up with that?"
"You're too quiet. It's creepy, stop it already."
"Hehe, yeah well, would if I could."
"What's the matter then?"
"Don't know who they are."
"Huh? How the hell'd you end up like that? No, wait, I don't want to know." Jein shook his head dismissively and Gojyo mock swiped at his arm, rolling over onto his stomach as he kicked absently at the air.
"You remember that trip to SF?"
"Yeah."
"It was on the plane, there was this guy next to me on the way back. He's got some major baggage, but he's totally got it together too, just pushing on with his life, not looking back. I was a bit jealous at first, I mean, we've tried moving forward, but it's still here, we're still struggling with it and it sucks. But here's this guy, way worse than us, and he's moving on, trying too anyways. I kinda want to be like that."
"So it's nothing more than that, because I know you Gojyo, you're not the kind to think about things too deeply."
"Yeah well, he was prettier than any chick too, but that's not what I was thinking about."
"Yeah right."
"Fuck you! I'm serious here!"
"Okay Mr. Serious, tell me something then."
Gojyo glanced over his shoulder questioningly.
"What are you gonna do if you find Mr. X?"
"Hakkai."
"That his name? Okay, what are you gonna do when you find Hakkai? Think about that Baby Brother and then come talk to me, maybe I can help."
Jein ruffled his hair annoyingly and stood, waving over his shoulder as he pulled the door closed on a suddenly confused Gojyo.
"What would I do?" he whispered before flipping over and pulling a pillow over his head, maybe sleep would help him figure it out.
Maybe.
