Mine

Mine: Pt. 2

*Part 2*

Sanzo fumed as he stalked through Chang’an, only vaguely aware of the crowds that moved hastily out of his way.

Forget Hakkai.  He was going to kill Hong Chao if the moron kept this up.  The man’s sheer nerve was astounding; and if it was directed in some other fashion, Sanzo might have even developed a smidgeon of respect for him.

Unfortunately, it was instead directed solely at getting Sanzo into his bed.

Well, hopefully the impact with the wall and the bullet hole in his arm would teach him that when Sanzo said ‘no’, he meant ‘hell no’.  He was just glad that Goku had been nowhere near when the moron had ambushed him.  And that Hakkai had agreed to stay away from the Temple.

Gods, those two were making this entire situation so much worse.  If they hadn’t been in the grips of that gods-damned youkai instinct of claiming, Sanzo would have quite happily used them to help him deter Hong Chao.  But they were.  Which meant he couldn’t let them be anywhere near the man without supervision, and that was starting to get even more annoying than the original situation.

Hell, Hakkai had almost killed the man yesterday.  Which, although it would solve the problem of his persistent presence, would get Hakkai hauled up before the Sanbutsushin on murder charges.

Yes, encourage him to kill youkai during that whole Gyumaoh resurrection mess, encourage that killing instinct of his, and then expect him not to resort to that as a solution to his worst problems?  The Sanbutsushin are all idiots.  Idiots who don’t understand youkai at all.

Sanzo had known that the first week after their judgment of Hakkai.

During the period before that, Hakkai and Goku had gotten along quite well.  And Hakkai had been a teacher.  So it had seemed reasonable that when the Sanbutsushin gave Hakkai’s parole to him, he could use Hakkai to tutor Goku.  His attempts at tutoring were a dismal failure, since Goku had the attention span of a gnat and he had no patience.

He’d begun to believe it was a mistake from that first tutoring session.  Hakkai had been icily polite to Goku, and Goku had been acting up worse than usual.  And yet when they weren’t in the same room with each other – and him – they were both their normal selves.

He’d been confused.  Hakkai had been confused by his own behaviour.  And Goku hadn’t been of any help.

It had come to a head a week after the judgment; Sanzo had been meeting with Hakkai to discuss the topics of the tutoring sessions, as well as a few other matters relating to his parole – like finding a place for him to live outside the Temple – when Goku had barged in, babbling something about his puppy.  Sanzo had told Goku to wait, that he was talking with Hakkai.  Hakkai had smiled smugly, and a moment later, the two of them had been on the floor, trying to tear each other to shreds.

Sanzo had demanded they stop, but had evidently been talking to thin air, because they’d ignored him.  He had then waded in to the fight, and both youkai had frozen.  He’d demanded an explanation, but neither of them had spoken.  Finally he’d thrown his hands up, told them to get out of his office if they wanted to beat each other up so badly, and then added that Hakkai was to come back when they’d finished, because he still had things they had to discuss.

Both youkai had looked at each other, and then pulled away as though they weren’t sure what they had been doing only a minute ago.  Hakkai had apologized, Goku had assured him it was okay and had done the same, and the whole matter had apparently been forgotten.

Except for by Sanzo, who had pulled Goku into his office that evening to explain what the hell had gotten in to them.

“We both have a claim on you,” Goku had said, fidgeting.  “It’s... kind of youkai instinct.  You’re my guardian, and now you’re kind of Hakkai’s as well, and neither of us were sure what sort of claim the other had on you.  That’s why we were fighting.”