Title: Vice Versa
Date: 23 September 2004
Author: Sariyuki
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its awesome characters belong to the great Minekura Kazuya-sama whom I worship on daily basis
Notes: Nothing remotely serious. Not a Sanzo/Hakkai bashing fic. I mean, c'mon, me? Bashing Sanzo/Hakkai? You don't want the world coming to an end, do you?
Additional Notes: The phrase "making moony eyes at someone" equals to when you look at someone in a loving manner (like when you have a crush on someone) or it's like when you gaze at someone longingly or something like that anyway...

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It was one of those days when things were quiet and nature seemed mildly agreeable. Sanzo sipped the hot tea approvingly before flicking the newspaper to view the next page. His room was reasonably quiet, just like what he wanted it to be. Vaguely he could hear his companion bustling with whatever it was he was doing. Sanzo looked up from the paper.

He found that Hakkai was staring at him from across the room, a kettle in one hand and a table towel in another. His eyes narrowed.

"Stop making moony eyes at me, Hakkai."

Hakkai blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"I said," repeated Sanzo irritably. "Stop making moony eyes at me."

Hakkai thought for a second that either he or Sanzo had gone crazy. He was sure he didn't mishear the second time. "I did not make moony eyes at you, Sanzo."

"Ch," clearly Sanzo didn't believe what Hakkai said. He knew what he saw and this wasn't the first time either. He glared at Hakkai but the man had turned his back on him.

Uncomfortable silence fell upon the room.

Hakkai shook his head mentally and tried to finish doing his tasks for the day as quickly as possible before retiring to rest. His brain was working overtime trying to speculate about the strange accusation Sanzo had bestowed upon him out of the blue. Maybe it was an article in the paper, he guessed. Or something. He gave himself a mental equivalent of a shrug and focused his mind on the task at hand.

Carefully, Hakkai put down the kettle on the table next to where Sanzo was reading, folded the towel and placed it neatly next to the kettle. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Sanzo was glaring at him. He sighed.

"Sanzo," he didn't bother turning around to face Sanzo when he called out.

"What?" snapped Sanzo.

"You're not making moony eyes at me, are you?"

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