[ Sha Gojyo, P. I. ]
a/n: i guess this part's an extended intro. and slightly pointless. *meep* I'll get to the plot in the next chapter... I /did/ plant a seed in here though. But will it grow or die?
[ too hot to handle ]
"Oh my god, I am so hot." I looked into the mirror and struck a pose. This private investigator business didn't seem so bad if I got to look like /this/.
"I am /so/ abso- fucking -lutely hot."
"Err, yes sir, that coat really fits you," the saleslady said, blushing. "I'll, um, ring this up for you then?"
"Oh, yes..." I said, flashing her a grin from under the brim of the fedora. "I'll take the hat too."
She nodded and took my purchases to the cash register. As she rung me up, she asked, "So, you a detective or something?"
"Mm.. something like that," I said, looking down her shirt. Paying, I raised my eyes to meet her gaze. "Does that make you hot?"
Her already flushed face went a deeper shade of red. Something sounding suspiciously like an "eep" escaped her cupid's bow mouth before she turned and stalked into the storeroom.
I shrugged and grabbed my bag off the table.
The midafternoon sun glared in my eyes as I stepped onto the sidewalk. I whistled a little tune as I made my way home. /I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my hat.../
It was about ten minutes before I reached 'home'. For now, it was a shabby two-bedroom apartment. We'd moved into it only a week ago, and I couldn't wait to get enough money to move out. No way could I bring a girl home with those three as housemates. And with Goku as a roommate. Now, that was a path of kinky that made me shiver. In a bad way.
So anyway, the moment I stepped into the room, Sanzo was all up in my face like a hurricane of smoke and gun powder.
"What the fuck did you do to my gun?"
I gulped. "Uh... What makes you think I did anything Sanzo?"
"You're the only one stupid enough to go touching my stuff," he said.
I scowled. He was right. Goku was too whipped, and Hakkai was just too nice. And he would have known how to use a gun.
Speak of the devil.
"Gojyo!" He... well, still a she called out with a smile. "You're still here so I'm not late right?"
I didn't say anything. I stared. To say SHE was wearing a low-cut black dress was an understatement. It was a v-neck that dipped between her extremely voluptuous breasts, with a slanting hem that started somewhere below the hip and barely reached her knees. At the end of those legs were stilettos that were at /least/ three inches high.
"Gojyo?" Hakkai asked, worriedly.
Sanzo stomped away with a "hmph." All that skin showing probably started off one hell of a bloody nose. I almost burst out laughing, but I remembered who was standing in front of me. In fact, very close to me now. Too close.
"Gojyo?" She repeated, leaning forward.
I got a great big eyeful of those melons before I stepped away.
"You're not going out in public like that are you?"
"Of course I am," She said with a puzzled look in her eyes. "If what I'm wearing is the problem, I can change," she said. And made to shimmy out of the dress.
I did a 180 that probably would have beat a record somewhere if someone had been there to prove it. I stalked into my room, yelling out, "Wear whatever you want!"
Hakkai was getting so creepy. In fact, if you thought about it....
I shivered. Didn't want to dwell on it.
So I took a nice cold shower, and dressed myself in black slacks with an untucked grey dress shirt. Along with that went the brand-new trenchcoat and hat.
Tall, dark, and mysterious. Just the look I was gunning for.
I peeked out of my door cautiously. Hakkai was nowhere in sight, thank god. I strode over to Sanzo's room, hoping the bloodloss would have cooled his blood.
I knocked. Barging in on him and Goku once had been one time too many.
His blond head poked out. "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
He nodded and sighed.
"Where's the monkey?" I asked, sitting in the desk chair.
"Don't know, don't care," he answered.
Weird. Hadn't seen Goku around in a while. I would have pried, but I needed Sanzo calm. Well, I'd settle for lightly fuming.
A silence, then I spoke. "Err... Sorry about the gun."
He just scowled in true Sanzo style, so I continued. "I was trying to put in more bullets, but then it was stuck, then I guess I forgot my strength, and yeah, I broke it."
He blinked. I went on, "I'd, uh, pay you for the gun if I had money, but with the whole new job thing, it'll be a while before I actually have some, but I'll get it to you..." I trailed off. There had been a point to this...
"Oh yeah," I said, before Sanzo could say anything. "I was curious about the gun because in this line of business, I'll probably need to have one, since the Shaku-jou is way too flashy for a low-profile investigator."
Sanzo snorted in a strange show of mirth. "And you call that get-up 'low profile'?" He gestured with a hand.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"You look like an idiot."
I grumbled. This from a guy who wears black spandex.
"Whatever," I said. "So about the gun...?"
"Get your own. Don't worry about mine. Like an incompetent fool like you could even manage to break my gun." He whipped out the pistol, good as new. "Now get out."
Argh. I didn't want his sissy little gun anyways.
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end chapter two
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whee! how was it? review!
a/n: i guess this part's an extended intro. and slightly pointless. *meep* I'll get to the plot in the next chapter... I /did/ plant a seed in here though. But will it grow or die?
[ too hot to handle ]
"Oh my god, I am so hot." I looked into the mirror and struck a pose. This private investigator business didn't seem so bad if I got to look like /this/.
"I am /so/ abso- fucking -lutely hot."
"Err, yes sir, that coat really fits you," the saleslady said, blushing. "I'll, um, ring this up for you then?"
"Oh, yes..." I said, flashing her a grin from under the brim of the fedora. "I'll take the hat too."
She nodded and took my purchases to the cash register. As she rung me up, she asked, "So, you a detective or something?"
"Mm.. something like that," I said, looking down her shirt. Paying, I raised my eyes to meet her gaze. "Does that make you hot?"
Her already flushed face went a deeper shade of red. Something sounding suspiciously like an "eep" escaped her cupid's bow mouth before she turned and stalked into the storeroom.
I shrugged and grabbed my bag off the table.
The midafternoon sun glared in my eyes as I stepped onto the sidewalk. I whistled a little tune as I made my way home. /I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my hat.../
It was about ten minutes before I reached 'home'. For now, it was a shabby two-bedroom apartment. We'd moved into it only a week ago, and I couldn't wait to get enough money to move out. No way could I bring a girl home with those three as housemates. And with Goku as a roommate. Now, that was a path of kinky that made me shiver. In a bad way.
So anyway, the moment I stepped into the room, Sanzo was all up in my face like a hurricane of smoke and gun powder.
"What the fuck did you do to my gun?"
I gulped. "Uh... What makes you think I did anything Sanzo?"
"You're the only one stupid enough to go touching my stuff," he said.
I scowled. He was right. Goku was too whipped, and Hakkai was just too nice. And he would have known how to use a gun.
Speak of the devil.
"Gojyo!" He... well, still a she called out with a smile. "You're still here so I'm not late right?"
I didn't say anything. I stared. To say SHE was wearing a low-cut black dress was an understatement. It was a v-neck that dipped between her extremely voluptuous breasts, with a slanting hem that started somewhere below the hip and barely reached her knees. At the end of those legs were stilettos that were at /least/ three inches high.
"Gojyo?" Hakkai asked, worriedly.
Sanzo stomped away with a "hmph." All that skin showing probably started off one hell of a bloody nose. I almost burst out laughing, but I remembered who was standing in front of me. In fact, very close to me now. Too close.
"Gojyo?" She repeated, leaning forward.
I got a great big eyeful of those melons before I stepped away.
"You're not going out in public like that are you?"
"Of course I am," She said with a puzzled look in her eyes. "If what I'm wearing is the problem, I can change," she said. And made to shimmy out of the dress.
I did a 180 that probably would have beat a record somewhere if someone had been there to prove it. I stalked into my room, yelling out, "Wear whatever you want!"
Hakkai was getting so creepy. In fact, if you thought about it....
I shivered. Didn't want to dwell on it.
So I took a nice cold shower, and dressed myself in black slacks with an untucked grey dress shirt. Along with that went the brand-new trenchcoat and hat.
Tall, dark, and mysterious. Just the look I was gunning for.
I peeked out of my door cautiously. Hakkai was nowhere in sight, thank god. I strode over to Sanzo's room, hoping the bloodloss would have cooled his blood.
I knocked. Barging in on him and Goku once had been one time too many.
His blond head poked out. "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
He nodded and sighed.
"Where's the monkey?" I asked, sitting in the desk chair.
"Don't know, don't care," he answered.
Weird. Hadn't seen Goku around in a while. I would have pried, but I needed Sanzo calm. Well, I'd settle for lightly fuming.
A silence, then I spoke. "Err... Sorry about the gun."
He just scowled in true Sanzo style, so I continued. "I was trying to put in more bullets, but then it was stuck, then I guess I forgot my strength, and yeah, I broke it."
He blinked. I went on, "I'd, uh, pay you for the gun if I had money, but with the whole new job thing, it'll be a while before I actually have some, but I'll get it to you..." I trailed off. There had been a point to this...
"Oh yeah," I said, before Sanzo could say anything. "I was curious about the gun because in this line of business, I'll probably need to have one, since the Shaku-jou is way too flashy for a low-profile investigator."
Sanzo snorted in a strange show of mirth. "And you call that get-up 'low profile'?" He gestured with a hand.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"You look like an idiot."
I grumbled. This from a guy who wears black spandex.
"Whatever," I said. "So about the gun...?"
"Get your own. Don't worry about mine. Like an incompetent fool like you could even manage to break my gun." He whipped out the pistol, good as new. "Now get out."
Argh. I didn't want his sissy little gun anyways.
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end chapter two
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