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Hakkai's Secret	By : TsuzukiM Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3026 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8 Goku

Two down, seven to go…

Hakkai looked at himself in the mirror. The scars across his belly were going to give him hell. Already they had a stretched feeling, and the old wound ached more. Hakkai had no idea just how much he was capable of stretching. He had no idea where a lot of things were going.

He had found that if he concentrated enough, he could sense things about the child. He knew now without a doubt that it was male. Despite the havoc it was reeking on Hakkai’s health and sanity, it was healthy.

He’s healthy.

It had taken a long time for Hakkai to accept his new reality. He still wasn’t comfortable with it himself, and he still hadn’t told Gojyo. It was a daily source of dread and anxiety for Hakkai; one he desperately needed to end, but was afraid of facing. The longer he put it off, the more he desired to keep it hidden. It was a viscous cycle.

Once the intensity of the nausea had worn down, Gojyo’s constant insistence that he see a doctor eased. Hakkai’s appetite had grown.

Now that he could actually keep food down all he wanted to do was eat. It had made Gojyo feel better. He’d started to regain some of the weight he had lost and all his ribs were not quite so visible. He was still often nauseated and had episodes when he couldn’t eat for a day, but he made up for it in between. He was cooking again, something he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do for quite a while. Poor Gojyo had been feeling the pinch.

Hakkai had been hard pressed to hide the sickness from Gojyo, now he was finding it hard to hide how much he was eating. He had hidden stashes of chocolate all over the apartment. He sought them out now, discovering he had already eaten most of it. He was spending most of his available cash on food. Paying for the mirror he’d broken was taking its toll on his finances.

He also had a stash of books from the library. They were titles he didn’t want Gojyo to see him reading and he kept them carefully hidden away along with the deserts and sugar he craved.

His new routine was to wait for Gojyo to leave, and then curl up in bed with a pile of snack foods that would make a bulimic blush and one of his books. He also had a new habit of packing a bento for himself that could feed three to bring with him to the library. He’d become a regular at the local pastry shop.

So long as he didn’t dwell on exactly how he was going to bring this up to Gojyo, he was actually pretty okay. Part of his mind cautioned him- this was probably one of those periods when his brain couldn’t maintain its level of depression anymore and he felt better for a little while.

He was contentedly stuffing his face with one hand and reading “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” when there was a knock at the door. Hakkai quickly stuffed the book under the mattress and opened the door.

“Sanzo?” Hakkai blinked. “What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, happy to see you too.” Sanzo pushed past him into the house. Goku followed him in.

“Hakkai!” Goku grabbed Hakkai in an unexpected bear hug, “I haven't seen you in forever!”

“Goku! How are you?”

“Hungry! WOW! You’ve got a pile going there! Can I have some?”

Hakkai began transferring the snacks from the bed to the table. Goku needed no further encouragement to partake. The monkey seemed content to stuff his face. Hakkai silently mourned his lost snack. Sanzo sat down and lit his cigarette. “Where’s the ash tray?” he asked. Hakkai knew that meant Sanzo expected him to fetch it for him. He placed it on the table before the priest. He then put on a pot of coffee- Sanzo expected it without asking.

They sure as hell make themselves at home.

“What brings you here? I haven't seen you in a while.”

“You, what else? I do need to check up on you once in a while.”

“You might have called.”

“And give you warning? Hell no!” the smell of cigarettes was turning Hakkai’s stomach and inflaming his sinuses. His intolerance for smoking was growing lately.

“Wow, this is good! Did you make the pastry yourself?” Goku said. Hakkai watched with sadness as Goku consumed most of the expensive bakery items Hakkai had bought for himself.

“No, there’s a shop in town that makes it.”

“Cool! Can we get some more?”

Hakkai smiled, “Okay.” He might be able to persuade Sanzo to let him use his card, which would more than make up for whatever Goku had consumed.

It was also an opportunity to make another stop. Hakkai had been peering at that dagger almost daily. Every occasion to go to the center of town or the markets was an occasion to look at it. He only hoped he might be able to come across with the money to actually buy it before someone else saw it.

“Later,” Sanzo said. “Right now I want to talk to you.”

“Me? What do you want to talk about?” Hakkai had a sinking feeling this was not a visit for pleasure. Things had been quiet for far too long and it couldn’t last. Occasionally Sanzo would send him out on local missions that tended to upset his routines. He was already in a bad way at work.

Surely he wouldn’t be here about other things?

“Hey, where’s that pastry shop? Is it nearby?” Sanzo was asking.

“I’m sure that’s not what you came here to talk to me about, Sanzo-sama.”

Sanzo glared at him and then turned his attentions to Goku. “Goku- go replace what you ate.” He handed Goku the card, “Make it good and don’t eat it all on the way back either.”

“Really? Aren’t you coming?” It was uncommon for the monk to let Goku buy his own food, or let him handle money at all for that matter. Hakkai figured the priest was buying them some privacy.

“Later, I want to sit and have a cup.”

Goku took the hint and started to leave. He paused in the doorway, letting far more cold air into the apartment than was necessary. He still had a spot of cream on his lip. Hakkai would have laughed at it had it not been for the strange way Goku was looking at him. Hakkai returned the gaze questioningly. The little youkai eventually left and shut the door behind him. The sinking feeling Hakkai was experiencing increased. It was like he’dbeen left alone to deal with poisonous vipers. He regarded the blond sitting at his table.

“Where’s Gojyo?” the monk asked him.

“He’s out doing his usual shit. He won’t be back for a while.”

“Good.”

Anxiety festered. Hakkai’s days had been filled with a lot of anxiety lately. Sanzo’s sudden appearance was making him nervous, and his serious demeanor (even for him) was making it worse. He was way too suspicious of Sanzo’s motives at the moment. He lived in daily fear that somehow someone would catch on to his condition. This fear manifested even though Hakkai knew that their jumping to the right conclusion was probably a long shot at this point, even if it was eventually inevitable.

Hakkai wrung his hands.

“Hum,” Sanzo said. He dragged off his cigarette and eyed Hakkai. “I haven’t heard anything from you since that night. You mind telling me what that was all about?”

Hakkai sat opposite him at the table. “You waited two months to ask me that?”

Sanzo shrugged. “I thought I would hear something about you soon after that, but I haven’t. I'm disappointed you haven't contacted me to explain it yourself. Why did you take the limiters off?”

Hakkai unconsciously brushed his fingertips over his ear. He had not taken them off since that night.

“It's been bothering me, that night. Mind telling me what the hell that was all about? What the hell was wrong with you?”

Hakkai swallowed. He’d thought he’d outlived questions about that night. That Sanzo might drop in out of the blue and question him had ceased to occurred to him at this late date.

Hakkai blushed and dropped his eyes, “I… was in heat…”

“Well that was obvious-- but it doesn’t answer my question. Why did you take them off and show up at Chang’an?”

Hakkai was beginning to feel nauseated. It was a familiar feeling. “I don’t know. It was an accident.”

Sanzo stared at him. “Every three months or so, right? Is this going to become some kind of habit?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. It took me days to recover from your little game.”

Me too. “Are you angry with me Sanzo-sama?” Hakkai couldn’t look him in the eye so he stared sidelong at the floor boards.

Sanzo took another hit from his cigarette before answering. “No,” he said.

Hakkai relaxed visibly.

Sanzo continued, “but you do need to keep those limiters on. If you go off on any more little field trips I may have to do something about it. Don’t make me go out of my way, Hakkai. Understood?”

Hakkai nodded. It was the age-old threat, the one that Sanzo only pulled out when he needed to keep Hakkai in line. It was a threat that existed constantly, and Hakkai was always aware of it on some level somewhere in the back of his mind. Rarely did the priest use it, and he never spoke of it overtly. He didn’t need to.

Still, the whole thing didn’t seem to Hakkai like it should have warranted any reminders.

Hakkai came around and kneeled beside Sanzo, bowing his head. “I’m sorry, Sanzo-sama. It won’t happen again.”

“Get up,” Sanzo said with a put upon tone. Hakkai knew he could make the priest uncomfortable with such gestures and he used it to his advantage.

Hakkai stood. He looked down at the priest and wrinkled his nose when he breathed Sanzo’s smoke. Hakkai gulped.

“Surely you didn’t come all this way just to threaten me, Sanzo?”

Sanzo sighed, “No.” He stood up and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. He turned to Hakkai and for a few heartbeats Sanzo simply looked into Hakkai’s face. “No, I didn’t.” But the priest’s eyes had narrowed. The look he was giving Hakkai struck him like Sanzo was sizing him up.

“There’s something strange about you,” Sanzo said. It was like he was talking to himself rather than Hakkai, and Hakkai almost didn’t catch it.

Hakkai’s heart skipped a beat. “Something strange?”

Sanzo’s eyes traveled up and down Hakkai’s body. Hakkai already knew the priest was suspicious. Now Sanzo was reading his aura.

Hakkai freaked internally. Adrenaline shot through his system and made him giddy. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. He needed to do something before Sanzo realized the truth, and came to the not so obvious conclusion.

Hakkai grabbed the priest suddenly, pulled him up and clamped his mouth over Sanzo’s mouth. Hakkai tasted the familiar combination of Sanzo and cigarettes. He usually avoided kissing people while they were still sucking on a butt, but he needed a diversion quick. After a few shocked moments, Sanzo returned the kiss.

God damned perceptive ass.

Hakkai pulled at Sanzo, urging him to the bed. Reluctantly, Sanzo gave in and followed. Moments later, all either man could think about was the sensations in their bodies. Sanzo hadn’t bedded Hakkai, or anybody, since that night and that was in fact mostly why he was here.

When he pulled away from Hakkai’s hungry mouth, a slim line of saliva connected the two.

“Let me get the hand cuffs.”

“You brought them? You’re going to restrain me, Sanzo?”

Sanzo grinned evilly. Since he’d started using them on Hakkai for sex, it was the only way he wanted the demon. His latest evening visit had only fueled the fire. Sanzo had spent the last two months trying to shake the vision of his vine-entwined body writhing against the chains. He had been damn near obsessed with it since that inexplicable night. His main purpose in shocking Hakkai with his sudden appearance had been to satiate that obsession. It also served the dual purpose of reminding Hakkai who was the master in this relationship.

“No, you’re going to put them on yourself.”

Hakkai blushed and looked away, “Yes, Master Sanzo.”

Satisfied with Hakkai’s response, the priest approached him for another kiss. He tossed the cuffs onto the bed before he began undressing the demon. He pulled the top off of Hakkai and ran the tips of his fingers down his chest and belly. Then, he nuzzled his face into the crook of Hakkai’s neck to nip at the flesh there.

“You smell real good, Hakkai,” Sanzo was whispering. “I think you still have a little bit of whatever magic it is you used on me that night.”

The pheromones had infiltrated Sanzo’s body like a drug. Once he’d regained his strength, he’d been horny all over again. Goku had benefited.

Sanzo’s fingers worked open the button on Hakkai’s pants. He was getting hard and Sanzo’s cool fingers were pulling him free. It was a release from pain. Hakkai mewled, his own hands working Sanzo from his clothing.

Hakkai wound the chain through the headboard. As he worked, Sanzo’s hands ran and caressed at his body. It had been a long time since he’d been chained to the headboard. When he was wrestling with the second cuff, Sanzo noted the almost-gone slices healing there. The cuff covered most of them. Hakkai was getting sloppy with keeping his shit hidden. This was really the kind of thing the priest was supposed to look for…rather than as a pretext to sex. He noted everything strange about the demon. (Not that everything about Hakkai wasn’t warped somehow.)

Hakkai rested his weight on his elbows and knees, hips raised from the bed, face resting on his forearms. He watched the priest disrobe from this position, waiting.

He hadn’t even had sex with Gojyo since that night and he was easily aroused. He’d be tight and Sanzo was rarely gentle.

Sanzo had to take a moment to admire the view. Hakkai’s sack peeked out from between his legs. His green eyes never left Sanzo, and they were heady with desire. Hakkai’s hands were wound around the chains. He’d be pulling on them when Sanzo took him.

He took little time to prepare Hakkai. Without preamble, he pressed into Hakkai dry and took pleasure in the demon’s cries when he broke into him. Hakkai knew better than to complain when Sanzo rode him mercilessly. It certainly wouldn’t stop him. Sanzo was like a roller-coaster, once you start climbing that first hill there was no getting off the ride.

Hakkai threw himself into the rough sex. All in all, Sanzo’s cruelty in the act was just what Hakkai needed to rid himself of tension. He felt a trickle drip down his thigh and a little blood went a long way to lubricating him. He was riding a wave of released pressure that had building up in him for weeks. All his cares and worries were drowned out by the combined pain and pleasure Sanzo wrought on him.

Hakkai was vaguely aware of the trickle of blood that ran down his thighs. Then the smell of it tickled Hakkai’s senses. The smells of sex and blood had become entwined in Hakkai’s psyche. As experience wore on, Hakkai was finding it harder to separate the concepts of pain and pleasure, blood and sex.

Sanzo made no attempt to make sure Hakkai was satisfied, and Hakkai couldn’t reach down to touch himself. His dick was neglected, bobbing against his belly with each of Sanzo’s thrusts. Still, he climaxed, splashing hot liquid across his sheets. He could hear Sanzo groan, reacting to his climax. His body pulsed against the priest with each shudder of his climax.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed this. Hakkai was still shuddering in the aftermath of his climax when Sanzo shot into him. Warm semen mixed with the blood to pool beneath Hakkai’s knees. He bent his head to watch it trickle down his thigh, red and white. Inside of his mind, he reached out to check on the living being that was there.

Sanzo did not withdraw from him right away. Once the edge was taken off of his urgency, Sanzo took the time to run his hands over Hakkai’s body. Hakkai moaned when Sanzo finally paid attention to his neglected cock, even if that attention was brief.

Sanzo admired the demon beneath him. Hakkai was beautiful by anybody's standards. If Sanzo had been harsh with him, it was only so he could wring from him those moans and sounds that were so unique to him. If he forced entry into Hakkai’s body in a way that hurt and made him bleed, it was because Hakkai’s body reacted so beautifully to such treatment. He was guiltily aware that he was feeding Hakkai’s masochism. But he wanted to feel the full effects rough handling had on Hakkai. It fed Sanzo’s sadism too, but he wouldn’t admit that.

Hakkai was a powerful creature. Taijiya turned youkai were notoriously difficult and strong willed creatures. Sanzo took pride in his ability to dominate one, even if it was in Hakkai’s nature to allow the domination. He was well aware that Hakkai could shake off his chains, figuratively speaking, if he really wanted too. If Sanzo mistreated him, it was a way of tempting fate.

Sanzo finally withdrew from Hakkai. Their coupling had been all too brief. Hakkai had made Sanzo come here, rather than coming to him, and it was frustrating. He wanted to make Hakkai come to him for sex, like he made him put the shackles on himself.

Hakkai rolled onto his back, wincing at the wetness on the sheets. He was still breathing hard when Sanzo reached past him to get his cigarettes.

“Please don’t smoke, Sanzo…” Hakkai pleaded. Sanzo looked down at the chained youkai, amazed that he could fuck Hakkai like he did, keep him chained, yet the demon was still concerned about his smoke.

He blew it at him and watched real anger pass over Hakkai’s features.

Sanzo stretched his palm across the criss-crossed scars on Hakkai’s belly. That’s when he noticed it for the second time. Hakkai’s aura and Qi were different. There was a disturbance in it. It was odd. Sanzo analyzed it for a moment, but what his senses told him didn’t make sense.

When his eyes returned to Hakkai’s face, he saw the demon’s features had tightened.

It’s was almost as if…but that’s just crazy.Is Hakkai infected with a parasite?

Sighing, Sanzo climbed over the chained healer to retrieve the keys from his clothing. He unlatched the shackles but left them about the headboard. Hakkai sat up. He glared at Sanzo, massaging his wrists. The skin was scraped in places and there were angry red and purple marks where the cuffs had abraded and opened not quite healed wounds. Hakkai tended to not notice when he hurt himself in the throes of passion.

Sanzo cracked the window by the bed and cold February air blew in. Hakkai shivered.

Why do I take lovers that smoke?

Hakkai found Goku outside. He had left the priest in his bed. He knew Gojyo might regard him as something of a present, if he didn’t get dressed before Gojyo got back. If he brought Goku, he probably intended to stay the night and Hakkai would have to get out the bed rolls. He was more than a little miffed about the whole thing. Hakkai didn’t want company.

He had not been oblivious to Sanzo’s appraisal.

He’s suspicious.

It didn’t matter. Hakkai had already decided that Sanzo didn’t need to know- ever.

It surprised him when he found Goku waiting outside. He and Sanzo both had figured pastries would have kept the Monkey King at bay for a little longer.

“Didn’t you go to the shop?”

Goku looked up at him. “Naw, I was waiting for you.”

“Really? I thought the power of pastry might tempt you away.”

Goku shrugged. “I knew Sanzo just wanted to be alone with you. I want to talk to you too.”

“So let's go together.”

Hakkai could not for the life of him, figure out what Goku could want to pull him aside for. But Goku had been maturing, despite how Sanzo treated him. He was starting to pick up the older male’s habits.

They headed off towards town. “Hakkai,” Goku began, threading his fingers behind his head, “I know you snuck into Sanzo’s room a couple months ago.”

Hakkai was startled. “Yeah?”

“I could smell you, and Sanzo’s blood.”

“Is that a problem, Goku?”

“No, I know what Sanzo does with you. That’s not it. It was just weird the way you did it. You’ve never come in the window before. Hell, I don’t ever remember you coming to Chang’an without Sanzo making you. Sanzo wouldn’t talk to me about it. But that’s not what I want to talk about.”

Goku was looking at him strangely. He was frowning and it was giving Hakkai the creeps.

“It’s something I noticed when I first got here. You smell different. You smelled different that night, but in a different way than from today. I saw it as soon as I saw you. Gojyo’s been talking to Sanzo.”

That startled Hakkai to his root. A spark of adrenaline passed in Hakkai’s blood stream.“Has he?”

“Everyone knows something's going on with you, they just don’t know what. But I know. I just don’t know why they aren’t seeing what I’m seeing.”

“What are you seeing, Goku?” Hakkai was alarmed. It took every ounce of control and yet his voice still broke a little.

Goku’s eyes narrowed. He’d known Goku was sensitive enough to sense auras--though he was probably not as good at it as Sanzo or himself. Hakkai could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise.

“Goku? Your staring is making me uncomfortable.”

Goku reached out to touch Hakkai. Hakkai flinched away, picking up his pace.

Goku’s eyes narrowed and slid sideways. “What’s your secret?”

“Goku, I don’t have any secrets!” Hakkai said, trying to laugh it off.

So quick he didn’t see how he did it, Goku grabbed Hakkai by the front of the shirt and pulled his face down close so that they were nose to nose. It had the strange effect of making Hakkai aware that he’d probably grown a few inches since Hakkai had last looked at him. Angrily he growled, “Don’t lie to me Hakkai. I hate secrets and you’re keeping them from me.”

Of all the sources for confrontation Hakkai had imagined, he never expected it to be from Goku.

“Goku!” Hakkai was desperately searching for a way out of this, but Goku’s head on assault was hard to avoid. “Just what the hell secrets are you talking about?” He didn’t like the desperation he heard in his own voice. He plucked at Goku’s fist, trying weakly to free himself.

Goku’s pushed his palm into Hakkai’s belly, making him squirm. His eyes were unfocused, his concentration on what his hand was feeling from within Hakkai’s body. “I can feel it there; there’s something there Hakkai. It’s in your aura; it’s in your scent. What is it? Is it a baby?”

Goku’s eyes remained narrowed and they locked on Hakkai’s. Hakkai sunk to his knees in front of Goku. He was beginning to tremble. He gulped. He was having a hard time just thinking about his condition, let alone admitting it aloud. He thought he had had more time.

Only two months and Goku saw it immediately. How much longer before it is obvious to everyone?

“Goku, theres nothing there. I’m fine! There is no secret. Don’t you believe me?” He just couldn’t admit the gig was up.

“No! I told you, you smell different. I can sense an aura there, dumbass. I can feel it so don’t tell me its nothing! Now tell me! What is it?” He shook Hakkai to punctuate the demand. Hakkai looked away from him.

“Tell me!” Hakkai was shaken again.

Nobody saw Hakuryuu coming. Hakkai hadn’t even noticed the little dragon float out the door with him. He slammed into the back of Goku’s head and was clawing and biting at him in seconds. Goku dropped Hakkai, batting at the dragon and running in circles to escape the beast. Hakkai was temporarily at a loss for what to do.

Goku wheeled and batted at the air. It was like watching some kind of crazy tribal dance. It took Hakkai several shocked moments to take action and help get the dragon off of Goku.

“Dammit Hakkai, Get him off me! GET HIM OFF! OW!”

“Goku, stop running around! I can’t get him if you keep moving!”

A fireball shot out from the struggling figures. Hakkai was almost burned.

“Hakkai! That’s easy for you to say! AARGH! He’s trying to set me on fire!”

Hakkai got his hands around the dragon’s body before Goku did. He was thankful because he was afraid Goku might tear the beast apart trying to remove him if he did it himself. Freshly bleeding scratches dripped down Goku’s face. Some of his hair was singed.

The dragon struggled free and flapped out of Hakkai’s hands, chirping angrily at both of them before he took to the sky. Hakkai watched him circle just out of reach. He kept “kyuu”ing and spitting fire-balls across the sky.

“What the fuck was that about?” Goku screamed.

Hakkai laughed nervously. “I think he was protecting me.”

Goku glared at him. “From me?”

“You were shaking me, Goku.”

“But dammit, Hakkai, that stupid dragon should know I wouldn’t hurt you! Ow! This hurts! He clawed me all up! Ah!”

Goku stomped about a bit, shaking his fists at the dragon above. “You come back here and fight me fair!” he hollered at the sky.

Hakkai had to laugh. The damnedest things always seemed to happen to Goku. Hakkai knelt in front of the boy and hugged him. He looked into surprised and innocent golden eyes. He whispered it into Goku’s ear. “I’m pregnant.”

Goku blinked down at Hakkai’s bent head. “What? Really?”

Hakkai nodded. “Yes, for two months now.”

It took a moment for it to sink in to Goku’s mind. Then a huge grin spread over his face, “Awesome! That’s really cool Hakkai!” He hugged Hakkai hard enough to squeeze the breath from him. It amazed Hakkai how easily Goku accepted the news. Hakkai was the one stunned.

“Goku!” he gasped, “Please be a little more gentle!”

“Oh! Sorry!” he eased his grip on Hakkai. “I didn’t think men could get pregnant.”

“They can’t, I’m -a little different.” He’d said it. He’d told another person and it was-- terrifying and relieving. Goku had never been the one he was afraid of finding out, but Goku had brought him one step closer to that particular cliff.

Still, it was a milestone and Hakkai suddenly felt tired and deflated and relieved and scared all at once.

Goku seemed genuinely thrilled. “Wow! What are you gonna name it? When will you have it?”

“Goku!” Hakkai tried to snap Goku out of his revelry, “He took the boy by the front of his coat in both fists, “Please don’t tell the others! Please don’t let them know! I mean it, Goku, I don’t know what they’ll do if they find out.”

Goku looked into Hakkai’s face. “Please,” he was whispering. “Please, don’t tell on me.”

“But, why?”

“Goku, this whole thing is--unusual! I don’t know how they will react. Gojyo is going to kick me out and Sanzo is going to kill me- Goku! “

Goku contemplated it for a moment. “Well, they will have to know sooner or later.”

“Please, Goku! I know. I know I have to tell them- just let me do it myself in my own time.”

Goku’s features tightened up again. He glared down into Hakkai’s face and it reminded Hakkai of a night long ago. It reminded him how Goku looked when he took his limiter off. Hakkai wrapped his arms around Goku’s waist and hugged him, pushing his head into the smaller demon’s belly, “Hakkai,” Goku said, running his fingers into the Taijiya’s hair, “But that is keeping it a secret.”

The dragon made some angry noise from above, telling them that Goku was a little too close to his master again. Goku glanced up briefly to make sure the dragon was not attacking.

“Goku,” Hakkai begged, “I know it; I know you hate secrets. But please, let me tell them myself. I just want more time, I need a little longer. Don’t make me tell them today.”

“What are you so afraid of, Hakkai? I think it’s great! Aren't’ you supposed to be happy?”

Hakkai looked up into Goku’s face. “Not everybody might agree with you. This isn’t supposed to happen with a man. They might be angry with me.”

This makes me a freak. They’ll think I’m a freak.

Goku’s golden eyes were filled with questions, but also concern. “Why?”

Hakkai could tick the “whys” off in his head. He had a mental list of all the reasons Gojyo and Sanzo would be angry with him, not the least of which was paternity.

“Trust me, they aren’t going to be happy.”

Goku wrested himself from Hakkai’s arms enough to sit on the ground beside him. Hakkai slowly settled onto one hip and the two sat for a while in the middle of the street.

“Hakkai, they’ll be fine!”

“We must look silly sitting in the middle of the road,” Hakkai said. The cold from the ground was eating through his clothes and he shivered.

“So what?” Goku said.

Hakkai was miserable. He couldn’t look Goku in the eye. “Please, don’t tell them.”

Goku deliberated. “Okay,” he said at last and Hakkai lifted his chin hopefully. “I won’t tell them--yet! But you have to!” He stuck his finger at Hakkai.

“Not today!”

Goku looked up at the dragon, who had settled in a nearby tree. The dragon’s breath came in puffs that were more than just steam and he was watching Goku like a hawk on a mouse. “No, but I’ll give you a month. How’s that? I'll get Sanzo to come back and you can tell him then!”

“A month?” Hakkai already felt relief. However, he supremely doubted Goku was giving him a month. He didn’t think the diminutive demon could keep his trap shut, especially if Sanzo got wind he was on to something. Still, it bought Hakkai time. He could get his shit together, be mentally prepared. He grabbed Goku and hugged him again, “Thank you!”

“Yeah, but then you have to fess up.”

“Okay, I know I do.”

“You know, Hakkai, that aura is really strong. I’ve seen pregnant women who have been huge whose babies didn’t have auras like that.”

Hakkai hadn’t thought about it. He had begun to mentally check on the child several times a day and he did so now. It was a very potent, albeit small aura. The Qi from it was affecting the flow of Hakkai’s Qi in increasingly strange ways. It was not always a pleasant thing either. Hakkai had not considered whether or not that was normal. After all, not much about Hakkai was normal.

Hakkai materialized a little Qi in the palm of his hand. His normal natural color was green and his Qi generally reflected that. What he noticed startled him a little. The Qi he materialized had swirls of a darker shade in it. He’d not practiced in an unusually long time so had not noticed the change. It was faint, and probably would go unnoticed by his friends.

Goku watched, fascinated.

“It’s a little different, look Goku!” Hakkai stretched the sworl out wider.

“Hey yeah! Like there’s just a little gold in it!”

“Weird. Must be a bit of the little one’s Qi,” Hakkai said, “I better stop, I don’t know if this is good for him.”

“It’s a him?”

“Yes,” and Hakkai smiled at his new found confidant. It was spectacularly nice to talk to someone about it like it was all normal and okay.

Hakkai checked and found the child unaffected. He shrugged. He looked at Goku for a few seconds and then laughed. “Can I tell you another secret Goku?”

Goku had stood up and was dusting the ice and snow from his bum. He eyed Hakkai suspiciously for a moment. “What’s that?”

“Pregnant people love to eat.”

Goku grinned. “Yeah?”

“Let’s go get some food!”

“All right!”

“I want to stop for a moment at the pawnshop too.”
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