It wasn't until he opened his eyes that Hakkai was really dead.
His eyes fuzzily focused on lights and wires and bubbling things and he began to laugh. Oh, good. He was dead too.
"Not quite." The voice in his ear was sticky-hot and stank of coffee and something else familiar. "Left for dead, but not dead yet."
"Who the hell…?"
Warm fingers caressed his leg as a face rose above him, dark hair nearly obscuring a cracked and charred monocle.
"…Hakkai?"
A chuckle, and the face bent lower. "If you like."
Gojyo closed his eyes and opened his arms.