Title: Marriage
Universe:
Saiyuki (Gaiden)
Theme/Topic: "Just say it."
Rating:
PG
Character/Pairing/s: lightly, vaguely TenpouxKenren
Warnings/Spoilers:
Er, not that I can think of. O.o
Word Count: 456
Time: 24 mins
(no edits)
Summary: Tenpou
knows Kenren.
Dedication: meiyanohi- Here is your actual drabble-length drabble?
A/N: …almost…done…with…list GUH. O.o
Disclaimer: Not
mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution:
Just lemme know.
Sometimes, being "married" to someone means that you know exactly what that person's thinking as they think it.
Even if you don't want to.
Tenpou smiles indulgently, though there's a bit of a strain to it.
Kenren smiles back, and tries to keep his right eyebrow from twitching.
Tenpou holds.
Kenren strains.
Tenpou waits.
Beads of sweat begin to gather atop Kenren's head—no doubt a result of his considerable internal efforts-- and Tenpou watches them, expression never once changing.
He counts backward from ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
"Say it if you must, General," he instructs then, with the painful kind of indulgence instructors are often forced to use when dealing with particularly slow children.
Kenren only hesitates a second before exploding with a relieved, "HOLY FUCK did you see the tits on that last blonde one? Goddamn but I'd like to smash my face into those."
Tenpou sighs as the other officer finishes his ardent declaration. "There. Feel better?"
Kenren grins, and looks very much like saying what had been on his mind for the past twenty paces through the crowded marketplace has actually, physically saved his life. "Yeah," he whistles, appreciative. "Feel a whole hell of a lot better, thanks."
Tenpou smiles, and it's got edges to it. "Wonderful."
And on that, Kenren realizes that his relief is fated to be short lived. He hesitates at his superior's expression, instantly made suspicious. "Er…"
Tenpou holds.
Kenren twitches. "Oi…Tenpou… you uh, you aren't…" he trails off, but his superior knows—unquestionably—that there is an invisible "…pissed at me, are you?" hanging on the end of his companion's statement.
Tenpou waits, still smiling. Keeps walking even, admiring the lovely summer vegetables displayed in the stalls of the merchants like nothing's up.
Thankfully, it looks like a plentiful harvest for the coming year.
Behind him, Kenren clenches his teeth, sweats a little, strains a little, and wonders whether he's going to be in trouble for girl-watching later tonight, if it'll maybe even last later into this week.
The gears in the general's head are working—overtime, perhaps?—and Tenpou can hear each and every one perfectly well.
It only makes him laugh to himself more and continue on, even stopping to buy an apple or two for Goku for later. He doesn't pause to say another word to the other man as he does.
He doesn't have to.
Smiling at Kenren's obvious distress, Tenpou can't help but think that sometimes, being "married" to someone means knowing exactly what that person is thinking as they think it.
Even if you don't want to.
But, he has to admit that maybe-- once in a while-- it's not really such a bad thing.
END