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Unrequited?	By : cupnjava Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 2319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Unrequited?
- 2-Unrequited? -- No More
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Disclaimer: I don�t own Saiyuki. This is a fanfic for entertainment purposes only.

Warnings: Yaoi.

Rated: R -- I suppose. Adult language and adult situations.

Summary: Sometimes two people just miss each other. 5/8

Author�s Note: The first half of this was suppose to be the first post for an RP group. I think that group has disbanded. I figured I would turn it into a short little fic. I hope you like it.

�Unrequited?�

Gojyo sat his chopsticks down and sighed. Here they were --again. Some inn that might as well be called �The Do-Drop-Inn� in some town that might as well be called �One More Stop On The Way West.�
The wooden floor boards never seem to change. The plaster walls never seem to change. The redundant tables and chairs just keep perpetuating themselves seemingly out of a fear of change.
The same o�le same old.
God damn if this shit wasn�t wearing thin. At least the women here were a damn sight better than the last batch at the previous �Bill and Joe�s Feed �n� Seed.�
Crimson eyebrows knitted as the resident Don Juan contemplated another name-less date with some face-less woman. Something � anything to keep his mind off why he wore scars upon his cheek and crimson above his brow --- normally. Normally, the ecstasy of physical release was an escape from the life unto which he was born, but not recently. No, recently those midnight escapades had taken on a new meaning -- a new goal as �twere.
Gojyo slipped his cigarettes from his pocket and carefully lit a paper wrapped stick.
Lately, his illicit trysts where to help him get those green eyes out his mind.
Crimson eyes lifted and Gojyo briefly scanned Hakkai. There he was, that emerald eyed man, sitting quietly and looking as noncommittally contemplative as he always does. The perpetual widower. The professional griever. The woeful man that had been invading Gojyo�s dreams and fantasies as of late.
Gojyo flicked his ashes trying to figure out when this change had occurred. When did he go from all about women to not being able to get those emerald eyes out of his ruby thoughts? When was it that he�d first caught himself flashing that brunette a coy nearly boyish grin?
And why the hell did it even matter?
Smoke streamed from between pink lips as Gojyo begged himself to get such thoughts from his head. If the brunette had any interest in the Casanova of the group no doubt the half-breed would have figured it out by now. They lived together for three years. Traveled together for how long now? And through it all, the woeful brunette seemed nearly as asexual as the acrimonious monk that only knew how to communicate via acidic words punctuated with flying paper and the occasional bullet. Asexual save for the occasional stolen moments of self-gratification.
A sly smile slipped upon Gojyo�s lips as he remembered the last time he overheard the emerald eyed paramour indulge in a moment of believed solitude. The soft moans of gratification, rushed pants of urgency and the loud plea of release felt like warm silk to Gojyo�s soul. He longed for the day when he could witness the sight in person. The day or night when he could see that physical rapture from behind those green eyes and feel Hakkai�s breath upon his ---
Gojyo gripped his forehead. Great. Just lovely. He�d just reminisced himself to a �situation� in his pants. He flicked his ashes into the clear glass ashtray. Damn this shit sucked. Maybe, luck would be with him and he could have a private room tonight and he could take care of this situation. Maybe, some Jane Smith or Mary Sue would drop into his bed and he could coupling his way to pressure-less underwear.
Brunette eyebrows knitted. There was that smile upon Gojyo�s lips. A sweet endearing grin of sorts that hinted at the boy beneath the man. Hakkai glanced at his empty plate and emerald eyes skated toward crimson. He often wondered whom Gojyo thought of when that coy smile slipped upon those lips and that distant stare settled into those crimson eyes. �Something bothering you, Gojyo?�
Gojyo peeled his hand from his forehead. �No, why do you ask?�
�You�re actually smoking your cigarette instead of letting it dangle from your lips.�
Gojyo smirked, �Ah, you think you know me so well. I actually smoke them sometimes.�
Hakkai nodded, �Yes, sometimes you do.�
Gojyo glanced around the table. When had they become alone? Where�d the other two run off? That�s right. Anything to keep his mind away from Hakkai.
�Gojyo?� Hakkai inquired tenderly.
A crimson eyebrow lifted, �Yes?� This didn�t bode well. That kind of softness usually comes with some kind of gently probing. Some type of soft prying. The kind of prying that is difficult to deflect.
�Pardon me��
Gojyo�s jaw set. That was even worse. Hakkai tended to ask for forgiveness just before he does something that might not go over too well. He asks for it in such a sweet way that the half-breed simply had to forgive. That gentle nature politely demanded a forgiveness. How could a kappa refuse?
Hakkai continued, �I�m wondering. When you do that, of whom do you ponder?�
Blam. There it was in his lap. Soft, rounded, gentle, harsh, unavoidable bluntness right there in Gojyo�s lap. Gojyo took in a soft breath. How could he deflect this? His lips pressed together.
Hakkai softly smiled his signature empty smile. �I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to pry.�
Gojyo flicked his ashes. Of course Hakkai meant to pry. Hakkai always means to pry. He just doesn�t want anyone thinking he meant to pry so by saying he didn�t mean to pry it makes it seem like he didn�t want to, which everyone knew meant he did, but --- Gojyo sighed. Circular logic wasn�t his strong suit. �What makes you think I think of anyone?�
Hakkai�s chest felt a bit heavier. That pretty much settled that. He wanted to say: �hope�. Alas, the word would not leave his lips. �No reason. That�s just a different smile than what you normally wear. I was wondering if it had a special meaning.�
Gojyo nodded and snuffed out his cigarette. Why couldn�t those lips say something simple like �hope� or something that would provide a glimpse as to what that man might feel under that blank distance-inducing smile. �Ehh, do you ever wish things could go back to the way they were?�
Hakkai nodded. He carried a lot of futile wishes like that. �Of what way do you specifically refer?�
Gojyo blinked, �Us.�
Hakkai lifted an eyebrow. Us? Was there an �Us�? He tentatively spoke, �Us?�
Gojyo nodded, �Yeah, you and I sharing a place and laughs like we use to. Like before this whole mission west.�
Hakkai took in a sigh. Oh, that kind of �us�. The palling around, watching football, goofing off, playing cards, talking about the pretty neighbor lady, discussing dinner and being friends �us�. He nodded, �Sometimes.� And sometimes he wanted so much more.
They looked at each other from across that wooden table. Both silently crying out for some kind of sign. Some kind of signal. Some kind of indication that this electricity was real. That this connection wasn�t manifested fantasy.
Gojyo stood as his situation began to ache. �What are the sleeping arrangements, Mr. Man-with-the-Plan?�
�Three rooms available. I hope you don�t mind, but I figured we could share.�
Gojyo nodded. Someone up above was all sorts of pissed off at him. �Yeah, that�s never a problem.� Great. Now, what was he going to do? Jacking-off in some stalled bathroom didn�t sound enjoyable. Trying to muffle his moans and cap his fantasies while the object of those visions slept near by was just too much. Dealing with blue-balls was just nauseating and painful. Gojyo scanned the room and tried to find someone with a pretty face-less head.
Hakkai sighed as his friend turned on the charm and left with a non-descript blonde. The brunette sat next to his dragon at a hard wooden table in an uncomfortable wooden chair in the middle of a town called �Isolation�. He softly whispered, �I hope you find what you seek, Gojyo.�
That night they slept together while sleeping apart. Just like they always had and always would.
Damnable pride.
Damnable fear of rejection.
Damnable unrequited love affair.
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