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stalkerbunnyTitle: You Only Live Twice teh "prequel" chapter 1
Author: It's me, whyyy~ D:
Fandom,Pairing: Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai, thought merely implied so far.
Notes: Some time ago I wrote this snippet of a fic on request. The request involved spies and deceptions, but...ah, I know that stuff best a'la James Bond. XP
So that's what I wrote.
This is the first part of the story of how things got into that point. Which is why I advise you NOT to read it quite yet. :P
Mixing these two fandoms is kinda fun, the Bond movies have such a clear framework going for them...:D
Oh, and very much unbetaed, hopefully readable, and...do mention anything that sticks out, if you wish to bother. >//>;
A man pushes open a glass door into an office building. From the outside the whole structure seems made of glass, clear and transparent. The glass sheets reflect long red hair and a sharp suit, as the man walks towards his destination with sure steps. It's an office with no nameplate at the door. Anyone who has any business there knows which one it is. A younger man with spiky brown hair stands up from behind a desk as the first one enters.
"Gojyo! When are you going to learn to knock?"
"Nice to see you too, Goku" Gojyo rolls his eyes and flings his hat to the hatstand at the other side of the room.
"You're late. By a week." Goku says meaningfully.
Gojyo gives him a sparkling grin.
"Oh, you know how things are on the field, unexpected stuff crops up out of nowhere all the time."
Goku mumbles something that sounds like "Yeah, right."
Gojyo's grin turns teasing.
"Still keeping you as his pet office monkey, is he?" He asks with fake sympathy, but before the seething boy has time to answer, the radio on his table crackles into life.
"Send him in already." An annoyed voice bits out, and Goku waves the other one on.
Gojyo steps in to the inner office. The man behind the table gives him an impatient glance from the paperwork he's studying.
"You're late."
Gojyo opens his mouth to answer but the man stops him.
"Yes, I know why, so keep the details to yourself."
Gojyo shrugs.
"Suit yourself, Sanzo."
There is a moment when all that can be heard is the shuffling of papers.
"So, did you actually have work for me or did you just miss me?"
"Tch. As if. You need to protect someone from getting killed, the basic deal."
"From whom? The mob or..."
"Remember our old friend Dr.Nii, or whatever he calls himself nowadays."
"Uhuh, hard to forget. And who's the person I'm to protect? They good looking?"
Sanzo snorts, but before he has time to answer, Goku peers in from the door.
"Yeh, you could say that." He says, and snickers in an immature way. Sometimes one would think the kid really was a kid and not just looked like one.
Sanzo pushes over a folder, with a picture on top. It's a guy, which explains Goku's amusement.
"Whoa monkey, who knew you'd acquired actual taste." Gojyo says, just to shut him up. But in the privacy of his own mind he has to admit the guy is very pretty. Green eyes, dark hair, nice smile...correction, he's beautiful.
What? Just because Gojyo has a reputation with women doesn't mean he doesn't know a hot guy when he sees one.
Oh, Sanzo's explaining something.
"-the guy's some scientist, apparently, made some discoveries about genes. A week ago there was a bomb planted in his apartment, of a type we haven't seen before. Well, not officially."
Gojyo raises his eyebrows. Yes, Dr. Nii has made some very peculiar weapons. He calls it a hobby of his, or so Gojyo has heard.
"In any case, this guy is holding a lecture at a university. The government wants you to go there and see that nothing happens."
There's something about the way Sanzo is telling all this...
"So, how does that require the talents of your best agent?" Gojyo asks, leaning on the table.
"Yes, the level of skills has really dropped recently." Sanzo deadpans. He leans his chin on his steepled fingers, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"His story is plausible, in a way, we have had some reports of Nii messing with gene biology, but...In any case, it's your other job to find out if there's anything fishy going on."
"You think so?"
Sanzo lights a cigarette, a sign he wants more time to think about it.
"There's something about this guy" He taps at the file. "He's not telling everything. Might not have anything to do with this mess, or it might have everything to do with it. Just try to think with your actual brain for once."
"Sure, sir, warms my heart to hear you worry about me."
"Pfft, I worry more about leaving you alone with anything breathing for their sake."
So, some time later he goes to meet this guy called Cho Hakkai.
They are supposed to meet at a garden. When Gojyo arrives at the designated place, thought, there is no one in sight. To the right of him there is a wall covered all over in leafy vines, the branches curling every which way. Gojyo looks at his watch and then the other way.
When a hand lands on his shoulder, he whirles around, pulling out a gun.
A green-eyed man blinks at the gun leveled at him, and raises his hands, smiling widely.
"Now, I thought you were supposed to protect me?" He says, voice warm and amused.
Gojyo puts the gun away, slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry, it's just the training kicks in when I'm sneaked up on. Where did you even come from?"
The man points behind himself, at the vines. Gojyo peers at them, until the other apparently takes pity on him.
"There's a gate there, covered by the vines."
"Oh."
"You probably know my name, but...introducing yourself is just polite, isn't it? Cho Hakkai."
"Sha Gojyo, nice to meet ya."
"Likewise. I must say, I did tell Mr.Sanzo that I didn't necessarily need protection."
Gojyo shakes his head.
"Forget it, if Sanzo says you need protection...then that happens. Uh, no offence, he's just pigheaded like that."
"I see, I fear I can be a little stubborn myself at times, haha."
During the lecture Gojyo scans the audience. They all seem to be listening intently, many are writing notes. Not that a professional assassin wouldn't as well. Luckily there are no windows behind the pulpit, and the ones on the far wall are covered. It has been a while since he's had such a simple assignment, really. While still keeping an eye on the surroundings, Gojyo lets his thoughts wander a bit.
Gojyo can see why Sanzo might find Cho Hakkai suspicious. For one, the man always seems to be smiling. Often one gets the feeling it's more out of some weird kind of politeness, less than from real feeling. And Gojyo could bet he does have stuff to hide under that polished surface. But the thing is, who doesn't? Just because someone is actually good at keeping the ugly stuff under...well, good for them. Not like he had much room to talk himself, if it comes to that. Besides, Gojyo finds himself intrigued, and not just because Mr.Cho is very easy on the eyes.
No one tries to kill him during the lecture. That happens later.
Author: It's me, whyyy~ D:
Fandom,Pairing: Saiyuki, Gojyo/Hakkai, thought merely implied so far.
Notes: Some time ago I wrote this snippet of a fic on request. The request involved spies and deceptions, but...ah, I know that stuff best a'la James Bond. XP
So that's what I wrote.
This is the first part of the story of how things got into that point. Which is why I advise you NOT to read it quite yet. :P
Mixing these two fandoms is kinda fun, the Bond movies have such a clear framework going for them...:D
Oh, and very much unbetaed, hopefully readable, and...do mention anything that sticks out, if you wish to bother. >//>;
A man pushes open a glass door into an office building. From the outside the whole structure seems made of glass, clear and transparent. The glass sheets reflect long red hair and a sharp suit, as the man walks towards his destination with sure steps. It's an office with no nameplate at the door. Anyone who has any business there knows which one it is. A younger man with spiky brown hair stands up from behind a desk as the first one enters.
"Gojyo! When are you going to learn to knock?"
"Nice to see you too, Goku" Gojyo rolls his eyes and flings his hat to the hatstand at the other side of the room.
"You're late. By a week." Goku says meaningfully.
Gojyo gives him a sparkling grin.
"Oh, you know how things are on the field, unexpected stuff crops up out of nowhere all the time."
Goku mumbles something that sounds like "Yeah, right."
Gojyo's grin turns teasing.
"Still keeping you as his pet office monkey, is he?" He asks with fake sympathy, but before the seething boy has time to answer, the radio on his table crackles into life.
"Send him in already." An annoyed voice bits out, and Goku waves the other one on.
Gojyo steps in to the inner office. The man behind the table gives him an impatient glance from the paperwork he's studying.
"You're late."
Gojyo opens his mouth to answer but the man stops him.
"Yes, I know why, so keep the details to yourself."
Gojyo shrugs.
"Suit yourself, Sanzo."
There is a moment when all that can be heard is the shuffling of papers.
"So, did you actually have work for me or did you just miss me?"
"Tch. As if. You need to protect someone from getting killed, the basic deal."
"From whom? The mob or..."
"Remember our old friend Dr.Nii, or whatever he calls himself nowadays."
"Uhuh, hard to forget. And who's the person I'm to protect? They good looking?"
Sanzo snorts, but before he has time to answer, Goku peers in from the door.
"Yeh, you could say that." He says, and snickers in an immature way. Sometimes one would think the kid really was a kid and not just looked like one.
Sanzo pushes over a folder, with a picture on top. It's a guy, which explains Goku's amusement.
"Whoa monkey, who knew you'd acquired actual taste." Gojyo says, just to shut him up. But in the privacy of his own mind he has to admit the guy is very pretty. Green eyes, dark hair, nice smile...correction, he's beautiful.
What? Just because Gojyo has a reputation with women doesn't mean he doesn't know a hot guy when he sees one.
Oh, Sanzo's explaining something.
"-the guy's some scientist, apparently, made some discoveries about genes. A week ago there was a bomb planted in his apartment, of a type we haven't seen before. Well, not officially."
Gojyo raises his eyebrows. Yes, Dr. Nii has made some very peculiar weapons. He calls it a hobby of his, or so Gojyo has heard.
"In any case, this guy is holding a lecture at a university. The government wants you to go there and see that nothing happens."
There's something about the way Sanzo is telling all this...
"So, how does that require the talents of your best agent?" Gojyo asks, leaning on the table.
"Yes, the level of skills has really dropped recently." Sanzo deadpans. He leans his chin on his steepled fingers, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"His story is plausible, in a way, we have had some reports of Nii messing with gene biology, but...In any case, it's your other job to find out if there's anything fishy going on."
"You think so?"
Sanzo lights a cigarette, a sign he wants more time to think about it.
"There's something about this guy" He taps at the file. "He's not telling everything. Might not have anything to do with this mess, or it might have everything to do with it. Just try to think with your actual brain for once."
"Sure, sir, warms my heart to hear you worry about me."
"Pfft, I worry more about leaving you alone with anything breathing for their sake."
So, some time later he goes to meet this guy called Cho Hakkai.
They are supposed to meet at a garden. When Gojyo arrives at the designated place, thought, there is no one in sight. To the right of him there is a wall covered all over in leafy vines, the branches curling every which way. Gojyo looks at his watch and then the other way.
When a hand lands on his shoulder, he whirles around, pulling out a gun.
A green-eyed man blinks at the gun leveled at him, and raises his hands, smiling widely.
"Now, I thought you were supposed to protect me?" He says, voice warm and amused.
Gojyo puts the gun away, slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry, it's just the training kicks in when I'm sneaked up on. Where did you even come from?"
The man points behind himself, at the vines. Gojyo peers at them, until the other apparently takes pity on him.
"There's a gate there, covered by the vines."
"Oh."
"You probably know my name, but...introducing yourself is just polite, isn't it? Cho Hakkai."
"Sha Gojyo, nice to meet ya."
"Likewise. I must say, I did tell Mr.Sanzo that I didn't necessarily need protection."
Gojyo shakes his head.
"Forget it, if Sanzo says you need protection...then that happens. Uh, no offence, he's just pigheaded like that."
"I see, I fear I can be a little stubborn myself at times, haha."
During the lecture Gojyo scans the audience. They all seem to be listening intently, many are writing notes. Not that a professional assassin wouldn't as well. Luckily there are no windows behind the pulpit, and the ones on the far wall are covered. It has been a while since he's had such a simple assignment, really. While still keeping an eye on the surroundings, Gojyo lets his thoughts wander a bit.
Gojyo can see why Sanzo might find Cho Hakkai suspicious. For one, the man always seems to be smiling. Often one gets the feeling it's more out of some weird kind of politeness, less than from real feeling. And Gojyo could bet he does have stuff to hide under that polished surface. But the thing is, who doesn't? Just because someone is actually good at keeping the ugly stuff under...well, good for them. Not like he had much room to talk himself, if it comes to that. Besides, Gojyo finds himself intrigued, and not just because Mr.Cho is very easy on the eyes.
No one tries to kill him during the lecture. That happens later.
