(intermission i)
Genjo Sanzo was starting to notice more changes in their environment since he and the three youkai had started west. Not so much changes in people - there will always be idiots in the world, in his opinion - nor in the natural world, like the trees and rocks, but in the little things, like the print in his daily newspaper, and the slight tang in his morning coffee. Different dialects and the gradual addition of local spices in the food - not to mention the various dishes he'd had - all of these changes were becoming more and more apparent as they moved ever-so-slowly westward.
Their own cooking never changed, though, which was probably why it was becoming more obvious that they were moving into foreign grounds. Hakkai still shopped for nearly the same ingredients for their meals, though every once in a while he'd pick up a particular area favorite and try it out on Goku before letting the others sample it.
Gojyo was adapting fairly quickly to their morphing surroundings; a girl was a girl, no matter what region she was from, and the only differences he'd encountered in his nightly quests were in the kinds of lines he used to pick them up and get them in bed.
Goku also had taken in the western world with ease, but in his case, good food was good food, so anything else would not have mattered, anyway.
Sanzo sometimes envied Goku's simplistic view of things. He himself had noticed the gradual curving in the print on his daily newspapers - the western style was apparently less angular than the writing he was used to seeing in the temple.
Little things. Absently, he fingered the gold card the Three Aspects had given him for their journey, and wondered if they had to deal with currency exchange for those secluded parts their party had visited along the way.
Ah, but it wasn't his concern, anyway. They gave him the card to use, so he planned on using it as long as he could. If they had complaints about their expenses, then they would have closed the account a long time ago.
He shifted a little in his spot, a nicely secluded clearing with a scattering of trees and large flat rocks, most of them lining a quiet creek that drifted alongside the village. His morning already ruined by a sleepless night and the inn's annoying guests, Sanzo felt that he deserved at least an hour's worth of newspaper-and-naptime. Leaning up against a tree next to the creek, he pulled open the newspaper and began to read.
The print was definitely getting harder to read, and Sanzo quickly dismissed thoughts of sleeplessness and old age in favor of a more intrigued look at how the western type looked almost like a drunken man's printing. Very wispy characters graced the headlines of his newspaper, accompanied by what looked like decorative dots and fancy borders for effect. Very intriguing.
There was a faint rustling sound, the sound of light feet on sun-kissed grass, but the blonde only raised his head a millimeter before returning to his reading. "I take it you got tired of them, too."
"Mmm?" Hakkai blinked solemnly at the blonde from where he stood behind Sanzo, one hand resting lightly on the tree's trunk.
Sanzo took this as an agreement, turning a page in the paper, gaze skimming the headlines of the opinions section. He hated the opinions section, but every once in a while, there were some interesting tidbits. "A bunch of idiots, all of them."
"Mmm."
Rustle. Flip. The monk and youkai shared a moment of silence in the clearing, letting the quiet bubbling of the creek mix with the rustle of wind through grass and leaves. After a moment, Hakkai leaned forward and tapped Sanzo on the shoulder, a slight frown gracing his normally smiling face.
"What is it?" The breeze picked up a little then, and Sanzo received an earful of leaves rustling while Hakkai spoke.
" - uu."
"What was that?"
Hakkai smiled his all-too-familiar smile at Sanzo while he stood calmly in the shade. Sanzo snorted, returning to his reading. If he didn't want to say anything…
"Kyuu." The green-eyed youkai said, still waiting patiently for the blonde to respond -
Wait.
"Hakkai?"
"Kyuu?"
What the fug.
(by the way, intermission's over)
Genjo Sanzo was starting to notice more changes in their environment since he and the three youkai had started west. Not so much changes in people - there will always be idiots in the world, in his opinion - nor in the natural world, like the trees and rocks, but in the little things, like the print in his daily newspaper, and the slight tang in his morning coffee. Different dialects and the gradual addition of local spices in the food - not to mention the various dishes he'd had - all of these changes were becoming more and more apparent as they moved ever-so-slowly westward.
Their own cooking never changed, though, which was probably why it was becoming more obvious that they were moving into foreign grounds. Hakkai still shopped for nearly the same ingredients for their meals, though every once in a while he'd pick up a particular area favorite and try it out on Goku before letting the others sample it.
Gojyo was adapting fairly quickly to their morphing surroundings; a girl was a girl, no matter what region she was from, and the only differences he'd encountered in his nightly quests were in the kinds of lines he used to pick them up and get them in bed.
Goku also had taken in the western world with ease, but in his case, good food was good food, so anything else would not have mattered, anyway.
Sanzo sometimes envied Goku's simplistic view of things. He himself had noticed the gradual curving in the print on his daily newspapers - the western style was apparently less angular than the writing he was used to seeing in the temple.
Little things. Absently, he fingered the gold card the Three Aspects had given him for their journey, and wondered if they had to deal with currency exchange for those secluded parts their party had visited along the way.
Ah, but it wasn't his concern, anyway. They gave him the card to use, so he planned on using it as long as he could. If they had complaints about their expenses, then they would have closed the account a long time ago.
He shifted a little in his spot, a nicely secluded clearing with a scattering of trees and large flat rocks, most of them lining a quiet creek that drifted alongside the village. His morning already ruined by a sleepless night and the inn's annoying guests, Sanzo felt that he deserved at least an hour's worth of newspaper-and-naptime. Leaning up against a tree next to the creek, he pulled open the newspaper and began to read.
The print was definitely getting harder to read, and Sanzo quickly dismissed thoughts of sleeplessness and old age in favor of a more intrigued look at how the western type looked almost like a drunken man's printing. Very wispy characters graced the headlines of his newspaper, accompanied by what looked like decorative dots and fancy borders for effect. Very intriguing.
There was a faint rustling sound, the sound of light feet on sun-kissed grass, but the blonde only raised his head a millimeter before returning to his reading. "I take it you got tired of them, too."
"Mmm?" Hakkai blinked solemnly at the blonde from where he stood behind Sanzo, one hand resting lightly on the tree's trunk.
Sanzo took this as an agreement, turning a page in the paper, gaze skimming the headlines of the opinions section. He hated the opinions section, but every once in a while, there were some interesting tidbits. "A bunch of idiots, all of them."
"Mmm."
Rustle. Flip. The monk and youkai shared a moment of silence in the clearing, letting the quiet bubbling of the creek mix with the rustle of wind through grass and leaves. After a moment, Hakkai leaned forward and tapped Sanzo on the shoulder, a slight frown gracing his normally smiling face.
"What is it?" The breeze picked up a little then, and Sanzo received an earful of leaves rustling while Hakkai spoke.
" - uu."
"What was that?"
Hakkai smiled his all-too-familiar smile at Sanzo while he stood calmly in the shade. Sanzo snorted, returning to his reading. If he didn't want to say anything…
"Kyuu." The green-eyed youkai said, still waiting patiently for the blonde to respond -
Wait.
"Hakkai?"
"Kyuu?"
What the fug.
(by the way, intermission's over)