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yet more Saiyuki AU crackfic
Yes. More. I'm sorry, too. *hides* Once again, this is pure unbeta'd crack. Read at your own risk.
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part two
Sanzo exhaled a lungful of smoke and drew in a breath of acrid, foul-tasting air. He glared around the dim, sleazy bar and silently swore that if his informant didn’t show up within five minutes he would hunt the bastard down. He would pay if he thought he’d leave Sanzo to waste his afternoon in this dive.
Sanzo looked up sharply as he recognized the man who frequently sold him information winding his way toward Sanzo’s table. When the man looked up and noticed Sanzo watching him, he gave Sanzo the familiar smirking grin that never failed to make him want to punch it off the man’s face.
Finally reaching Sanzo’s table, the man plopped down, smoothing his disarrayed clothing. He gave Sanzo another grin, rubbing a hand over his unshaven face. “Well,” he said with irritating casualty, “you had something you wanted to see me about?”
Trying to hold onto his temper, which was always difficult with this bastard, Sanzo couldn’t resist snapping, “Took you long enough.”
Still grinning, the man winked a little. “Sorry, honey. I had some delicate experiments going on in the lab and I couldn’t leave them. You know how it is.”
Sanzo’s index finger twitched, and he only just managed to refrain from pulling out his gun. He itched to put a bullet between this man’s eyes every time he saw him. His irritation was only stemmed by the knowledge that the man might be annoying and perverse, but he was by far the best informant Sanzo had.
Sanzo had known the man for over a year, but knew very little actual information about him. He preferred it that way. The man couldn’t possibly be obtaining his information through entirely legal channels, and the less Sanzo knew about his activities, the less he’d feel obligated to turn the man in. And the value of the information he provided made him far more useful here than behind bars.
Unfortunately, the man knew this. And he exploited it at every opportunity.
He was a scientist of some kind, that much Sanzo knew for sure. And Sanzo suspected he must make a fair amount of money between that and his other, less-law-abiding occupations. Still, he constantly dressed in ratty, worn clothing and lab coat. He also tended to carry around a small, stuffed bunny, the significance of which Sanzo did not care to know.
Gritting his teeth, Sanzo chose to push ahead, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. He had better things to be doing. “I need some information,” he began sharply.
“Of course you do,” Nii interjected cheerfully, completely unfazed by Sanzo irritation. “More questions about Sha Gojyo, I assume? You’re really getting pretty obsessed with him, you know.”
Sanzo forced down his rising anger. He was really getting sick of people telling him that. Since when was a devotion to duty considered obsessive, dammit?!
Sanzo glared. “I need to know where he’s going to be in the next couple days,” he said, letting his annoyed impatience bleed into his voice.
His companion nodded knowingly. “I might be able to tell you that,” he said, his tone wheedling.
Sanzo sighed in irritation and slid a few crisp bills across the table. He made a mental note to figure out an excuse for the money in his expense repost. The Captain wouldn’t be happy if se knew he was writing off bribes for information as “working expenses”.
Nii flipped through the bills for a moment, and then smiled when he’d gone through them. “That’ll do,” he said cheerfully. “Your man will be attending a party tomorrow evening.”
Sanzo resisted the urge to snap at him for the ‘your man’ comment. “Where?” he asked.
“On his own private yacht, apparently. Lover-boy has quite a bit of money, you know,” he said, smirking. He added, “Maybe you could doll yourself up as a cocktail waitress and sneak in. You’d look cute in a skirt and heels.”
Sanzo stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair, and head toward the exit. He could still hear the man snickering behind him, though. Inwardly, he cursed Kannon for forbidding him from using his gun except in the line of duty. Surely dealing with perverts like this counted as ‘protecting the public’? He swore, and stomped his way to his car.
Well, Nii was a bastard, but he had yet to provide false information. So, now he knew where Sha would be. He just had to plan his next step...
part one
part two
Sanzo exhaled a lungful of smoke and drew in a breath of acrid, foul-tasting air. He glared around the dim, sleazy bar and silently swore that if his informant didn’t show up within five minutes he would hunt the bastard down. He would pay if he thought he’d leave Sanzo to waste his afternoon in this dive.
Sanzo looked up sharply as he recognized the man who frequently sold him information winding his way toward Sanzo’s table. When the man looked up and noticed Sanzo watching him, he gave Sanzo the familiar smirking grin that never failed to make him want to punch it off the man’s face.
Finally reaching Sanzo’s table, the man plopped down, smoothing his disarrayed clothing. He gave Sanzo another grin, rubbing a hand over his unshaven face. “Well,” he said with irritating casualty, “you had something you wanted to see me about?”
Trying to hold onto his temper, which was always difficult with this bastard, Sanzo couldn’t resist snapping, “Took you long enough.”
Still grinning, the man winked a little. “Sorry, honey. I had some delicate experiments going on in the lab and I couldn’t leave them. You know how it is.”
Sanzo’s index finger twitched, and he only just managed to refrain from pulling out his gun. He itched to put a bullet between this man’s eyes every time he saw him. His irritation was only stemmed by the knowledge that the man might be annoying and perverse, but he was by far the best informant Sanzo had.
Sanzo had known the man for over a year, but knew very little actual information about him. He preferred it that way. The man couldn’t possibly be obtaining his information through entirely legal channels, and the less Sanzo knew about his activities, the less he’d feel obligated to turn the man in. And the value of the information he provided made him far more useful here than behind bars.
Unfortunately, the man knew this. And he exploited it at every opportunity.
He was a scientist of some kind, that much Sanzo knew for sure. And Sanzo suspected he must make a fair amount of money between that and his other, less-law-abiding occupations. Still, he constantly dressed in ratty, worn clothing and lab coat. He also tended to carry around a small, stuffed bunny, the significance of which Sanzo did not care to know.
Gritting his teeth, Sanzo chose to push ahead, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. He had better things to be doing. “I need some information,” he began sharply.
“Of course you do,” Nii interjected cheerfully, completely unfazed by Sanzo irritation. “More questions about Sha Gojyo, I assume? You’re really getting pretty obsessed with him, you know.”
Sanzo forced down his rising anger. He was really getting sick of people telling him that. Since when was a devotion to duty considered obsessive, dammit?!
Sanzo glared. “I need to know where he’s going to be in the next couple days,” he said, letting his annoyed impatience bleed into his voice.
His companion nodded knowingly. “I might be able to tell you that,” he said, his tone wheedling.
Sanzo sighed in irritation and slid a few crisp bills across the table. He made a mental note to figure out an excuse for the money in his expense repost. The Captain wouldn’t be happy if se knew he was writing off bribes for information as “working expenses”.
Nii flipped through the bills for a moment, and then smiled when he’d gone through them. “That’ll do,” he said cheerfully. “Your man will be attending a party tomorrow evening.”
Sanzo resisted the urge to snap at him for the ‘your man’ comment. “Where?” he asked.
“On his own private yacht, apparently. Lover-boy has quite a bit of money, you know,” he said, smirking. He added, “Maybe you could doll yourself up as a cocktail waitress and sneak in. You’d look cute in a skirt and heels.”
Sanzo stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair, and head toward the exit. He could still hear the man snickering behind him, though. Inwardly, he cursed Kannon for forbidding him from using his gun except in the line of duty. Surely dealing with perverts like this counted as ‘protecting the public’? He swore, and stomped his way to his car.
Well, Nii was a bastard, but he had yet to provide false information. So, now he knew where Sha would be. He just had to plan his next step...
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Sanzo is very, very
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Yay! I can't wait till he meets playboy Gojyo.
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Playboy!Gojyo is going to be such fun to write!
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D
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This is great, can't wait for the next part!
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Hee! Oh, Nii. My favorite perv in any universe. *g* And he's right, Sanzo *would* look cute in a skirt and heels!
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~ nods head happily ~
Yes, indeed. Thank you for that visual image!
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