(fic) Epicurean Delights
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cicerA short bit of fic inspired by some tasty pineapple. The Ikkou eat dinner at a restaurant. Gojyo and Hakkai are in love, Goku is growing up, and Sanzo longs for the good old days.
The waitress placed the fruit on the table and Goku’s eyes grew so wide it looked like they were about to fall out of his head.
“Shit, Hakkai, what is that?” Gojyo asked, prodding the spiny thing with his fork dubiously.
“It’s a pineapple!” Hakkai said cheerfully, adopting the tone he generally used for imparting information, his teacher’s voice. Sanzo hated that voice. “It’s a fruit. They usually only grow in more humid, jungle-like climates to the south, but the restaurant received a shipment from a traveling merchant, so I had them bring us one. You’ll like it,” he added, unnecessarily.
Goku looked positively filled with joy at the prospect of trying a new food. Gojyo looked less than convinced, but obviously wasn’t going to voice his opinions if he hoped to share a room with Hakkai later. For his part, Sanzo couldn’t have care less about the matter and just wished the others would keep quiet.
Hakkai picked up the large knife the waitress had left at the table and hacked at the pineapple. All three flinched slightly and leaned back in their seats as subtly as possible while Hakkai disemboweled the fruit. Hakkai appeared not to notice.
Goku was the first to get over his anxiety when Hakkai place a slice of it in front of him. Gojyo studied the opened fruit suspiciously. “How do you even eat…” he started to ask, and stopped when Goku picked up a piece and jammed it in his mouth, chewing furiously. “…Well, yeah, I guess that works,” Gojyo finished.
“It’s great!” Goku exclaimed, reaching for another piece as juice streamed over his hands.
Under Hakkai’s expectant semi-glare, Gojyo broke off a piece with his fork and tried it. “S’not bad,” he determined, swallowing. Hakkai beamed at him like he was an obedient child. To himself, Sanzo considered pretending not to know his traveling companions.
It seemed like an even better idea when Goku started licking the juice off his fingers. “Goku,” Hakkai’s voice was chastising. He was the only one who really tried to teach Goku about table manners anymore. Sanzo had given up almost entirely, and only bothered to swat him with the fan when he was being particularly disgusting. He fingered the edge of folded paper tucked away in his sleeve, and fantasized vaguely about being one of the other people in the dining room who had absolutely nothing to do with the three people at his table.
“Sorry,” Goku said, not sounding terribly apologetic. He accepted the napkin from Hakkai anyway and mopped cursorily at the juice before returning his attention to the food. Hakkai went back to watching Gojyo eat. If they started feeding each other, Sanzo promised himself, he would kill them both and end their misery. Or his misery at least.
Sanzo tried not to watch them stare at each other, but it was roughly similar to watching some horrible accident: it was hard to look away no matter how much you didn’t want to see what was happening. There wasn’t much else to look at anyway, unless he wanted to watch Goku finish eating his food and start in on the silverware.
Hakkai and Gojyo didn’t seem like they would notice if Goku started eating the table. In fact, it was only minutes before Hakkai announced that he was going to turn in for the night and Gojyo followed him. Considering it was six-thirty in the evening, Sanzo didn’t know who they expected to believe that they were going up to their room to sleep. He missed the days when the two of them at least pretended to have some discretion about their little affair.
Clearly, they were having a negative effect on others, too. Goku looked up form his food long enough to watch them leave, an amused and surprisingly knowing expression on his face. It shocked Sanzo a little to realize that Goku wasn’t even fooled by their (admittedly-weak) pretenses anymore. He couldn’t remember when he’d first noticed that Goku noticed those sorts of things, but he also missed the days when Goku never looked twice when Hakkai and Gojyo slipped off together with some foolish excuse.
It was a bit disturbing. He could always count on Goku to be, at least, a haven from the sexual depravity that plagued everyone else in the world. But Sanzo abruptly realized that perhaps Goku’s disinterest and naiveté in all things sexual wasn’t so much an aspect of his personality, but and effect of his age. Maybe (and the idea was almost horrifying) maybe he was growing up.
Sanzo stared at Goku as he finished the pineapple, analyzing him. It was true he was getting older. He looked less like a child every day and more like a young man. That was fine with Sanzo. He couldn’t care less what Goku looked like. But Goku was also growing up, bit by bit. It happened so slowly that he rarely paid attention to it, but when he compared the Goku he remembered from three or four years ago to the one before him now, he was surprised at how much he’d changed. He was unquestionably more mature, emotionally and mentally.
That too was all right, really. A little surprising, as Sanzo realized he hadn’t paid quite as much attention to it as he should have, but still. Even if he was older, Goku was basically the same, more interested in food and fighting than anything else. He was still an obnoxious brat with the attention span of a flea and, most importantly, zero interest in sex.
Sanzo realized, with a stab of horror, that a day might come when Goku started bringing girls or boys back to his room at the inn. The idea was so appalling that had the urge to smack Goku simply on principle. He tried to calm himself down.
So Goku had finally noticed what was going on between their other two companions. A blind man would have noticed. It meant nothing. Goku still hadn’t shown any interest in flirting with the young people they sometimes met in bars or markets, despite Gojyo’s coercions and sexual comments and Hakkai’s theorizing that perhaps it would be good for Goku to spend time with some other young boys and girls now and then. Sanzo decided, not for the first time, that he sort of hated the two of them. Clearly they were to blame for this new development in Goku.
In his deepest parts of his heart, Sanzo knew they weren’t, but privately decided it made things easier for everyone to blame them. He comforted himself with the knowledge that if Goku was ever foolish enough to come to him with questions about sex or dating, he’d get a very hard smack to the head and would be sent straight to someone else for those answers. Someone who was not Hakkai or Gojyo, because Sanzo no longer trusted the answers they’d give him.
Having settled that with himself, Sanzo lit a cigarette and watched the waitress come over to remove the empty plates that Goku had graciously refrained from devouring with the rest of the food. Goku, having polished off the pineapple, had returned to licking the remaining juice off his fingers and hands, now that Hakkai was no longer here to tell him not to.
He stopped, still thinking about the possibility that Goku might someday find it more appealing to go upstairs with someone else than remain at the table with Sanzo. Over my dead body, he thought to himself. Two perverts were more than enough.
He swatted briefly at Goku’s head with the fan, ignoring his yelp of protest. “Come on, monkey. Let’s go.”
The waitress placed the fruit on the table and Goku’s eyes grew so wide it looked like they were about to fall out of his head.
“Shit, Hakkai, what is that?” Gojyo asked, prodding the spiny thing with his fork dubiously.
“It’s a pineapple!” Hakkai said cheerfully, adopting the tone he generally used for imparting information, his teacher’s voice. Sanzo hated that voice. “It’s a fruit. They usually only grow in more humid, jungle-like climates to the south, but the restaurant received a shipment from a traveling merchant, so I had them bring us one. You’ll like it,” he added, unnecessarily.
Goku looked positively filled with joy at the prospect of trying a new food. Gojyo looked less than convinced, but obviously wasn’t going to voice his opinions if he hoped to share a room with Hakkai later. For his part, Sanzo couldn’t have care less about the matter and just wished the others would keep quiet.
Hakkai picked up the large knife the waitress had left at the table and hacked at the pineapple. All three flinched slightly and leaned back in their seats as subtly as possible while Hakkai disemboweled the fruit. Hakkai appeared not to notice.
Goku was the first to get over his anxiety when Hakkai place a slice of it in front of him. Gojyo studied the opened fruit suspiciously. “How do you even eat…” he started to ask, and stopped when Goku picked up a piece and jammed it in his mouth, chewing furiously. “…Well, yeah, I guess that works,” Gojyo finished.
“It’s great!” Goku exclaimed, reaching for another piece as juice streamed over his hands.
Under Hakkai’s expectant semi-glare, Gojyo broke off a piece with his fork and tried it. “S’not bad,” he determined, swallowing. Hakkai beamed at him like he was an obedient child. To himself, Sanzo considered pretending not to know his traveling companions.
It seemed like an even better idea when Goku started licking the juice off his fingers. “Goku,” Hakkai’s voice was chastising. He was the only one who really tried to teach Goku about table manners anymore. Sanzo had given up almost entirely, and only bothered to swat him with the fan when he was being particularly disgusting. He fingered the edge of folded paper tucked away in his sleeve, and fantasized vaguely about being one of the other people in the dining room who had absolutely nothing to do with the three people at his table.
“Sorry,” Goku said, not sounding terribly apologetic. He accepted the napkin from Hakkai anyway and mopped cursorily at the juice before returning his attention to the food. Hakkai went back to watching Gojyo eat. If they started feeding each other, Sanzo promised himself, he would kill them both and end their misery. Or his misery at least.
Sanzo tried not to watch them stare at each other, but it was roughly similar to watching some horrible accident: it was hard to look away no matter how much you didn’t want to see what was happening. There wasn’t much else to look at anyway, unless he wanted to watch Goku finish eating his food and start in on the silverware.
Hakkai and Gojyo didn’t seem like they would notice if Goku started eating the table. In fact, it was only minutes before Hakkai announced that he was going to turn in for the night and Gojyo followed him. Considering it was six-thirty in the evening, Sanzo didn’t know who they expected to believe that they were going up to their room to sleep. He missed the days when the two of them at least pretended to have some discretion about their little affair.
Clearly, they were having a negative effect on others, too. Goku looked up form his food long enough to watch them leave, an amused and surprisingly knowing expression on his face. It shocked Sanzo a little to realize that Goku wasn’t even fooled by their (admittedly-weak) pretenses anymore. He couldn’t remember when he’d first noticed that Goku noticed those sorts of things, but he also missed the days when Goku never looked twice when Hakkai and Gojyo slipped off together with some foolish excuse.
It was a bit disturbing. He could always count on Goku to be, at least, a haven from the sexual depravity that plagued everyone else in the world. But Sanzo abruptly realized that perhaps Goku’s disinterest and naiveté in all things sexual wasn’t so much an aspect of his personality, but and effect of his age. Maybe (and the idea was almost horrifying) maybe he was growing up.
Sanzo stared at Goku as he finished the pineapple, analyzing him. It was true he was getting older. He looked less like a child every day and more like a young man. That was fine with Sanzo. He couldn’t care less what Goku looked like. But Goku was also growing up, bit by bit. It happened so slowly that he rarely paid attention to it, but when he compared the Goku he remembered from three or four years ago to the one before him now, he was surprised at how much he’d changed. He was unquestionably more mature, emotionally and mentally.
That too was all right, really. A little surprising, as Sanzo realized he hadn’t paid quite as much attention to it as he should have, but still. Even if he was older, Goku was basically the same, more interested in food and fighting than anything else. He was still an obnoxious brat with the attention span of a flea and, most importantly, zero interest in sex.
Sanzo realized, with a stab of horror, that a day might come when Goku started bringing girls or boys back to his room at the inn. The idea was so appalling that had the urge to smack Goku simply on principle. He tried to calm himself down.
So Goku had finally noticed what was going on between their other two companions. A blind man would have noticed. It meant nothing. Goku still hadn’t shown any interest in flirting with the young people they sometimes met in bars or markets, despite Gojyo’s coercions and sexual comments and Hakkai’s theorizing that perhaps it would be good for Goku to spend time with some other young boys and girls now and then. Sanzo decided, not for the first time, that he sort of hated the two of them. Clearly they were to blame for this new development in Goku.
In his deepest parts of his heart, Sanzo knew they weren’t, but privately decided it made things easier for everyone to blame them. He comforted himself with the knowledge that if Goku was ever foolish enough to come to him with questions about sex or dating, he’d get a very hard smack to the head and would be sent straight to someone else for those answers. Someone who was not Hakkai or Gojyo, because Sanzo no longer trusted the answers they’d give him.
Having settled that with himself, Sanzo lit a cigarette and watched the waitress come over to remove the empty plates that Goku had graciously refrained from devouring with the rest of the food. Goku, having polished off the pineapple, had returned to licking the remaining juice off his fingers and hands, now that Hakkai was no longer here to tell him not to.
He stopped, still thinking about the possibility that Goku might someday find it more appealing to go upstairs with someone else than remain at the table with Sanzo. Over my dead body, he thought to himself. Two perverts were more than enough.
He swatted briefly at Goku’s head with the fan, ignoring his yelp of protest. “Come on, monkey. Let’s go.”
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Date: 2006-09-13 10:55 pm (UTC)And, in another life, I can totally see Sanzo being the really terrifying sort of father who would sit down with Goku's boy/girlfriend have the awkward-est of conversations that starts out, "So. What are your...intentions?" XD
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Date: 2006-09-15 07:26 pm (UTC)Glad you liked this!
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Date: 2006-09-14 08:16 am (UTC)All three flinched slightly and leaned back in their seats as subtly as possible while Hakkai disemboweled the fruit.
was priceless. :) The details are what makes this fic special.
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Date: 2006-09-15 11:37 pm (UTC)"If they started feeding each other, Sanzo promised himself, he would kill them all and end their misery."
~ dies ~
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Date: 2007-04-18 07:29 pm (UTC)Liked this line as well:
Hakkai and Gojyo didn’t seem like they would notice if Goku started eating the table.
It's so cute!
And Sanzo wanting to smack Goku just on principle - I can SO see that!
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Date: 2008-05-30 01:35 am (UTC)Considering it was six-thirty in the evening, Sanzo didn’t know who they expected to believe that they were going up to their room to sleep.
I can just see him snorting and taking a drag off his cigarette. For someone so attuned to other's BS Sanzo is awfully indulgent of his own -
Over my dead body, he thought to himself. Two perverts were more than enough.