Under the Weather

Goodbyes

UNDER THE WEATHER

Chapter Six: Goodbyes

By: A2

Disclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki. I own the OC’s, except for Kintora, who belongs to NeonPink2011. Author 1 and Colorfulbubble12 are my editors.

I suppose it’s nice that Hakkai, Gojyo, Goku, Kaori and Kintora thought to make me cakes and set presents on the far edge of the table for ‘after the food’. But I hate surprises. When the conspirators burst a balloon in my face this morning, I slammed the door in their faces, and if it wasn’t for a group of arrogant monks at the edge of my vision, I would have stalked off and hid for the rest of the day. I’m beginning to think getting thrashed by the stupid baldies would have beat the aggravation of the million questions now flung my way, and the overwhelming noise of pointless struggles.

“This is abusive.” Master Sanzo growls. He smashes his cigarette and lights another. I can’t help but notice his gaze flicker over the vanilla cake possessively before going back to his current Sudoku puzzle. He taps his pencil, reaches for the cake and a fork, takes a bite, and calmly goes back to his puzzle.

Turning back to the table, I grab the chocolate cake and a fork and move next to Master Sanzo, out of the range of Goku, Kintora, and Gojyo’s food fight.

“Poisoned?” I ask Master Sanzo. He shakes his head and I eat.

“Unfortunately, no. I’ll have to dig my own grave to get away from those idiots.” He replies. I nod. The cake is good.

After halting any further destruction of anything and everything nearby, and pacifying the three brain dead eggroll soldiers about the lack of cake, Hakkai hands me my the first present. It takes me a while to accept it; I usually just get beat to celebrate turning a year older.

I can tell it’s Kintora’s since she’s hyperventilating, bouncing up and down, and the Christmas wrapping paper on the gift looks like it went through a civil war. After a few seconds in my hands, the paper seems to disintegrate and I’m left holding a thin choker the same shade of silver as Lana’s earrings.

“Thanks.” I say. Kintora smiles wide and tackles me in a hug. I push her off, but she’s fast and gets behind me to fasten the choker around my heck.

“You’ll look like some Goth guy when you put on the earrings!” Kintora yells. Master Sanzo grunts, still out of it and enjoying my vanilla cake. Goku and Gojyo begin fighting about who gets to go first, the argument rapidly building to an earsplitting volume.

Hakkai painlessly pierces my ear, Goku reveals a horribly cut out birthday card with mediocre Zodiac drawings, Kaori presents a bracelet to match the necklace and earrings, and Gojyo proudly gives me a stack of his vulgar Playboy magazines and a box of condoms, ‘from man to man, because even a monk has to get around’, which Master Sanzo ‘accidentally’ burns with his lighter. It takes all my willpower not to joyfully separate Gojyo’s manhood from his body and throw it off a terrifying cliff. Hakkai clears his throat.