Sizzle.
And now the author would like to restate that this is in fact, a prolonged PWP fic.
The author was also very forgetful about what PWP meant, and had to be reminded quite a few times. Plot? What Plot? There should be punctuation there, she was sure of it.
After about two hours of sitting in a hotel sizzling, while the inn-maid invited the other guests for a barbecue at the Sanzo-party's expense, Hakkai finally picked himself off the floor and tapped Hakuryuu on the head.
This meant that he'd finally gotten over his silent pissed-off state, and was ready for another day's worth of driving to some unnamed place that probably sported big guns and a really bitchy sleeper.
Hakkai was really not looking forward to completing their journey.
Plus, wasn't the world round? Wouldn't they have been better off if they went East? Gods know it could have taken them only a day, but nooo.
Okay, so the guy was still a little mad.
The other guys still stewed. The maid waved to Hakkai from her position behind Gojyo, a piece of meat dripping delicious drippy-sauce onto the kappa's red locks.
Such pretty red locks, highlighted so nicely against the darkened walls of the room. And the two stray bits of hair, waving proudly in the windless room, while dark eyes glared – such a handsome glare – at a spot on the floor. The maid would've swooned a while back at Gojyo's muscular body, if it weren't for the fact that her barbecue would suffer.
The inn's patrons needed serving, and the Sanzo party's room was a perfect kitchen.
But Hakkai needed coffee. "Excuse me, but where's the coffee machine?"
There was a long gasp of disbelief and horror. "GASP!"
And they did say "GASP". What else do people say when they gasp? Silly.
IT'S THE GREAT HAKKAI, KEEPER OF THE ACURSED COFFEE AND (former) RULER OF THE WORLD!
Ahem.
The inn's patrons shifted back, pressing themselves against the wall, while Hakkai strode down the hall, retrieved his coffeepot, poured himself a cup of hot, black, delicious, mesmerizing –
GET ON WITH IT!
- coffee, and gulped it down, all in one long, satisfying swallow.
Swallows are birds.
And Hakuryuu is a dragon, so what's the point?
Well, the point is, or was, that swallows are birds, and Hakkai just drank a swallow.
Goku: Maybe it's a magical swallow?
WHOEVER HEARD OF A MAGICAL SWALLOW, AND DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?
It was a magical swallow. Now, SHUT UP!
Goku: Bitch.
Idjut. Where was I?
Oh.
The magical swallow breathed its last breath as it hurtled down Hakkai's throat – which, by the way, should've hurt like hell, but it didn't, because it was MAGICAL!
And because it was magical, it cast a spell on its devourer. Poor Hakkai.
But then, who cares about Hakkai when we have a barbecue going on? Sanzo was still fueling the majority of the grills with his RIGHTEOUS RAGE! But Sanzo is also fueled by his cigarettes, of which were nowhere to be seen, for some reason.
Oh, yeah, the youkai.
RAGE!
And thus, this went on for hours. Sometime during that, however, Goku found that food had to fuel his RAGE, and he could find it for free given the right situations and the right puppy-dog face.
Wait. There was a barbecue right there. So he could go on indefinitely. The maid was only too happy to send food his way, once she figured out how to keep him there.
Eat and Rage! Eat 'N Rage! What an interesting concept! There was always something to rage about, it's all the rage!
Gojyo: okay, you can shut up, now.
Yeah, I hate myself, too.
By the way, Gojyo's hair was on fire.
And now the author would like to restate that this is in fact, a prolonged PWP fic.
The author was also very forgetful about what PWP meant, and had to be reminded quite a few times. Plot? What Plot? There should be punctuation there, she was sure of it.
After about two hours of sitting in a hotel sizzling, while the inn-maid invited the other guests for a barbecue at the Sanzo-party's expense, Hakkai finally picked himself off the floor and tapped Hakuryuu on the head.
This meant that he'd finally gotten over his silent pissed-off state, and was ready for another day's worth of driving to some unnamed place that probably sported big guns and a really bitchy sleeper.
Hakkai was really not looking forward to completing their journey.
Plus, wasn't the world round? Wouldn't they have been better off if they went East? Gods know it could have taken them only a day, but nooo.
Okay, so the guy was still a little mad.
The other guys still stewed. The maid waved to Hakkai from her position behind Gojyo, a piece of meat dripping delicious drippy-sauce onto the kappa's red locks.
Such pretty red locks, highlighted so nicely against the darkened walls of the room. And the two stray bits of hair, waving proudly in the windless room, while dark eyes glared – such a handsome glare – at a spot on the floor. The maid would've swooned a while back at Gojyo's muscular body, if it weren't for the fact that her barbecue would suffer.
The inn's patrons needed serving, and the Sanzo party's room was a perfect kitchen.
But Hakkai needed coffee. "Excuse me, but where's the coffee machine?"
There was a long gasp of disbelief and horror. "GASP!"
And they did say "GASP". What else do people say when they gasp? Silly.
IT'S THE GREAT HAKKAI, KEEPER OF THE ACURSED COFFEE AND (former) RULER OF THE WORLD!
Ahem.
The inn's patrons shifted back, pressing themselves against the wall, while Hakkai strode down the hall, retrieved his coffeepot, poured himself a cup of hot, black, delicious, mesmerizing –
GET ON WITH IT!
- coffee, and gulped it down, all in one long, satisfying swallow.
Swallows are birds.
And Hakuryuu is a dragon, so what's the point?
Well, the point is, or was, that swallows are birds, and Hakkai just drank a swallow.
Goku: Maybe it's a magical swallow?
WHOEVER HEARD OF A MAGICAL SWALLOW, AND DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?
It was a magical swallow. Now, SHUT UP!
Goku: Bitch.
Idjut. Where was I?
Oh.
The magical swallow breathed its last breath as it hurtled down Hakkai's throat – which, by the way, should've hurt like hell, but it didn't, because it was MAGICAL!
And because it was magical, it cast a spell on its devourer. Poor Hakkai.
But then, who cares about Hakkai when we have a barbecue going on? Sanzo was still fueling the majority of the grills with his RIGHTEOUS RAGE! But Sanzo is also fueled by his cigarettes, of which were nowhere to be seen, for some reason.
Oh, yeah, the youkai.
RAGE!
And thus, this went on for hours. Sometime during that, however, Goku found that food had to fuel his RAGE, and he could find it for free given the right situations and the right puppy-dog face.
Wait. There was a barbecue right there. So he could go on indefinitely. The maid was only too happy to send food his way, once she figured out how to keep him there.
Eat and Rage! Eat 'N Rage! What an interesting concept! There was always something to rage about, it's all the rage!
Gojyo: okay, you can shut up, now.
Yeah, I hate myself, too.
By the way, Gojyo's hair was on fire.