3. Omamori; Talisman
(Yours and Mine)
Word Count: 201
Notes: Double drabble.
"Why do you even bother with that? You had glasses before – what's with the monocle?"
It had always bothered Gojyo – he just had to ask. Hakkai chuckled in the way that only Hakkai could and shifted his book onto his lap; with the redhead leaning on him, it was hard to maneuver when pages needed turning.
"Why do you wear your hair long?" The expression on Hakkai's face wasn't exactly smug.
"That's totally different."
"Really? Tell me how." Eyes glinting – he had him.
Gojyo paused, opened his mouth, closed it, and fought for words. None came. He sighed in defeat.
"Omamori. We all have them." Hakkai shrugged.
The redhead reclined back against his friend. "What's Sanzo's?"
Hakkai thought for a second. "Sutra."
"Goku?"
That one was harder. He could say the diadem, but that was pretty much forced.
"Sanzo."
Gojyo grinned. "If Sanzo's Goku's, then you're mine."
"What happened to your hair?"
"I like you better."
"I'm touched."
Hakkai gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
"So," Gojyo wheedled, "would you give up your monocle for me?"
"And risk giving up the best fashion statement ever to hit Shangri-La?" Hakkai stood up and went into the kitchen. "Not a chance."