Title: Calendar

Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai

Summary: Gojyo doesn't have any holidays to celebrate, until now.

Timeline: Make one up.

A/n: Inappropriate uses of a calendar. Penalty on Gojyo

He didn't know why he had the thing with him, but it was here and it wasn't going anywhere. He held it in his hands, flipped through its dogged-eared pages ,and then stopped on today's date.

Why the hell did he have this thing anyway?

"Gojyo, Hakkai's calling us down for dinner. C'mon," Goku said impatiently, the boy taking off before Gojyo could even tell him to hold his horses.

He tossed the calendar on the bed, walked out the door, down the stairs and towards the inn's kitchen.

"Here Gojyo," Hakkai said, holding out a plate for the other man. Gojyo took it with an offered smile and helped himself to a hot meal as Hakkai pulled out a chair and sat right next to him. He'd noticed out from the corner of his eye that Hakkai didn't look too…good, his skin paler than usual, his brow breaking out into a light sweat.

"You alright, bud?" Gojyo asked around a mouthful of rice.

"Oh, I'm fine," Hakkai said as he gulped down his water, his cheeks definitely looking more flush from the angle the hanyou was peering at him from, his fingers shaking a little as he placed his cup down.

The brunette was picking at his food more than eating it, and Gojyo was about to ask him what the hell was the matter, but Goku had beat him to the punch.

"Hakkai, are you sick?" The boy asked directly.

Hakkai smiled weakly and said, "…I feel a little under the weather."

"Why?" Goku bluntly asked, and Hakkai had thought he'd answered his first question sufficiently enough for there not be one after that.

"I'm just going through some things," Hakkai generally said, having not wanted to give anything out about himself, but having no choice as Goku's questioning had caught him off-guard.

"What things?" Goku asked again and Hakkai smiled weakly in response.

Gojyo would have told the monkey to stop bothering Hakkai, but he actually wanted to know what was plaguing the brunette, and Goku did have a way of coercing things out of Hakkai.

"Well…demon things," Hakkai answered back and scratched behind his neck, "I get a little sick during the year, so don't worry about it."

Goku, furrowing his brow, mumbled under his breath, "How come I don't get sick then?"

No one said anything.

When dinner was over and Hakkai was leaving for his bedroom, Gojyo found himself following after the brunette.

"Yes, Gojyo?"

"You got a minute."

"If it's for you, then I have all the time in the world." Hakkai's green eyes were sharper than usual, his mouth a predatory smile as he leaned in closer to Gojyo on the stairs and licked his lips. He then caught himself mid-way, blinking himself away, his eyes wide and his face flushed. "I'm sorry Gojyo. Can you excuse me."

Gojyo grabbed Hakkai's hand before he could get away. "What's going on with you? You've been actin' funny?"

"It's just…" Hakkai was looking at him longingly, almost tenderly, and Gojyo couldn't help but feel affected. "I'm feeling the season come down on me. A demon body is so vastly different from a human one," Hakkai said, as he tugged on his collar and bit into his lower lip. Gojyo didn't know if he should be concerned or turned on, so he was both.

"Anything I can help you with?" This was him trying to be a friend, offering consolation, offering a shoulder and an ear, nevermind that it was finally giving him the chance to get into Hakkai's pants.

Hakkai looked at him and smiled sheepishly, "No…I think I should just get some rest and I'll be fine in the morning."

Gojyo nodded his head, feeling all kinds of disappointment wash over him. "Yeah, you do that." He walked up the stairs stiffly and said "good night" before he closed the door to his room in frustration.

He saw the calendar -- the dog-ears, the smudges, and today's date -- lying waiting for him on the bed. He grabbed it, ready to throw it out the window, but then an idea came to him.

Today was the day that Hakkai went into heat.

And next year, it would most likely be around the same time that he went into heat. Which meant…

Gojyo, grabbing a pen off his nightstand, scribbled down this fact in his calendar.

…If he played his cards right next year…

It seemed he'd finally found a use for this calendar, after all.

End.