Twisted Spaces - Part 1 - Fanfiction Mingling with Original Character
Title: Twisted Spaces - Part 1
Rating: M
Fandom: Saiyuki (for this part anyway)
Warnings: Adult language, Adult situations, Unbetaed
Summary: Sanzo and company drink, eat, and snark. One serving wench realizes she's fallen very far down the proverbial rabbit hole.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki but Selena is mine. ~_^
A warm breeze smelling of flowers and garbage filtered in through a partially open window. Lively conversations ebbed and flowed over the sounds of drinks being shared and food being eaten. The common room of the inn was half-full of people eating early suppers and travelers filtering in as the sun went down. The mid-sized town was prosperous enough to attract all sorts of folk who traveled to trade in the West or study in the East. Some journeyed to find their fortunes, discover a new home, or simply visit family. Others had a far more noble and stupid quest in mind.
The four men taking up a table in the common room had a purpose in their journey to the West. Most days, it all came down to sheer lunacy. Genjo Sanzo read a paper, smoked a cigarette, and carefully ate dinner - all while studiously ignoring the other members of his strange group. Cho Hakkai sipped a cup of hot tea, took measured bites of the food in front of him, and kept an eye on the final pair of travelers. Son Goku and Sha Gojyo made loud nuisances of themselves, ate like pigs, and fought over any last tender morsel of food that took their fancy.
All in all, it was a normal day for the four and would likely degenerate into a game of mahjong in their rooms at a later point in the evening. The conversation between them faded into the background of the busy common room and could not be overheard from the opposite side. A serving wench held a tray against her chest and stared open mouthed at her surroundings. She appeared completely overwhelmed and in utter shock to be standing upright in the first place. Two cups of tea and two bottles of beer waited on her tray as she looked across the room.
Sha Gojyo beckoned her over with a wink and she continued to stare like an idiot. She recognized him and knew without a doubt she could not possibly be where she was. With a jolt, she felt a man in a cooking apron walk by and smack her on the backside. “Move it, Selena. You were supposed to have those drinks at that table five minutes ago!” he said with a good-natured smile.
Selena gulped and slowly nodded her head as she stumbled her way across the room. The fact she was walking at all brought a surge of delight to her and she didn’t care if she looked awkward as she avoided people bumping into her. The tight bodice, short flared sleeves, and ankle length skirt were not her typical clothing style at all. A quick look at her reflection in the mirror behind the common room bar showed her normal light brown hair and average features. As she puzzled over her presence in such a place, she finally arrived at the table.
“Your drinks,” Selena stammered and passed a beer to Sanzo. She then offered a cup of tea to Hakkai and Goku before placing the final beer down in front of Gojyo. She smiled at the four nervously and wasn’t sure whether to back away or see if they needed anything else to eat.
“Thank you,” Hakkai said politely and Goku grinned at her between mouthfuls of food. Sanzo studiously ignored her in favor of opening the beer in front of him. Gojyo looked her up and down before he winked again.
“So, you come here often?” Gojyo asked with a lascivious brow wiggle.
Selena laughed softly and nodded her head. “I work here so I sort of have to come here often,” she answered. It was the best answer she could come up with in the face of Gojyo flirting with her.
“I could make you come even more,” Gojyo promised. Goku snickered softly and Hakkai smiled coolly at Selena.
“I am sure you could,” Selena said with a grin of her own and looked to the others. “Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked.
Goku held up an empty plate with a sad look. “Methunz!” he replied enthusiastically.
“Uhh. Do huh?” Selena asked.
“Buns,” Gojyo said. “He wants more meat buns. You can get me another beer and tell me where you’re staying.”
“I don’t really know tonight,” Selena answered and Hakkai studied her from behind a polite smile as he sipped tea. “But, meat buns and a beer are doable.”
Hakkai nodded his head. “That will be fine for now,” he said before Gojyo could make another comment. Selena took herself and the tray back over to the bar to order another beer for Gojyo. Then, she poked her nose in the kitchen and spied a tray of meat buns without anything on them that indicated they belonged to a customer yet. Carefully, she placed her empty tray down and picked up the one laden with meat buns in its stead. A part of her mind remembered waitressing when she was in high school and being good enough at it to at least keep the job. Her fingers clutched the tray tight as she realized her waitressing days were before her life turned upside down. Things were normal then and a part of her ached with the weight of memory.
Selena finally shook off the cobwebs in her mind and hurried out of the kitchen door when the cook nodded for her to take the food clutched to her chest. She picked up the beer on her way past the bar. The young woman hurried toward the table in question and ignored the glowers she received from other customers. The entire scene took on a surreal feeling to her as she slid the meat bun tray over to Goku and placed the second beer down in front of Gojyo. With a curious look to the occupants of the table, she turned completely toward the only redhead of the four.
“Are you Sha Gojyo?” she asked.
Gojyo nearly choked on his beer and then smiled even wider as he wiped foam off his lips. “Why yes, yes I am,” he remarked. “My reputation precedes me?”
“Something like that,” Selena answered. “I know you’re supposedly a ladies’ man.”
“Supposedly?” Gojyo asked with a lifted brow as he kicked Goku under the table for snickering. “I will have you know I am everything my reputation promises and more.”
“A cockroach with his brain permanently stuck on pervert,” Sanzo muttered behind his paper.
Gojyo’s head came up and he glared at Sanzo. “It beats being a prissy monk with the sex drive of a rock,” he countered.
“Dumbass,” Sanzo sniped and put his paper down. He fingered his Idiot-Whacking-Fan and set his sights on Goku for obnoxious snickering as much as Gojyo for being Gojyo.
“I take that back. A rock is too good. Your sex drive is right up there with a piss ant,” Gojyo drawled. The resounding smack of a fan encountering first Gojyo’s head and then Goku’s echoed through their side of the common room. Selena laughed outright and felt some of the nervousness leave her. They were just like she’d always pictured them to be. All four were handsome or beautiful in their own ways, though Goku remained cuter in her books more so than handsome.
Goku seemed so young and reminded her strongly of a kid brother more than anything else. Gojyo was basically sex on two legs and Hakkai was attractive in a scary, pretty sort of way. Sanzo reminded her of the fragile, lethal beauty of the landscape after a hard blizzard. She realized she’d been staring at all of them in turn and shifted in place as heat crept up to her cheeks. “You’re all so pretty. I’m sorry for staring,” Selena blurted out. It wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever said in her life but it also wasn’t the dumbest by far.
“Pretty?” Goku said with a wrinkle of his nose. “I am not a girl.”
“No, you’re an idiot monkey who isn’t getting the last meat bun this time,” Gojyo remarked as he yanked three meat buns off the tray near Goku. “I believe you forgot to add drop dead sexy, gorgeous, hot, and a walking orgasm,” he offered.
Hakkai blinked and shook his head. “Do you not have other customers waiting for you?” he asked her pointedly.
Sanzo rose to his feet, folded the newspaper, and glared at Selena. “Stop staring,” he snapped before moving up the stairs toward the rooms they’d rented for the night.
Selena watched the monk go before nodding her head at Hakkai. “Sorry, again. If you need anything else, let me know,” she said before backing away to move toward the bar. She wasn’t sure where to go next. Slowly, she realized Gojyo had followed her to the bar when she saw his reflection studying hers. Selena turned around far too fast and nearly found her nose pressing against his chest.
“There is something else I need,” Gojyo said and leaned in to whisper against her ear. It felt flirting, intimate, and far too close but the words he said next chilled her. “To know how you recognized me before I even hit on you. It wasn’t just me, was it? You knew all of us,” he purred dangerously.
Selena shivered and tried to back away from Gojyo but she had nowhere to go short of climbing on top of the bar. Sexy Gojyo was one thing but right then she keenly remembered how deadly a warrior the kappa was. “I…I….” she tried.
Gojyo laughed and braced his hands against the bar on opposite sides of Selena. She felt trapped and not in a Gojyo-wanted-to-get-in-her-pants kind of way. The feeling in the pit of Selena’s stomach was tinged with fear and the clear thought he was sizing her up for more than her chest size. “You,” Gojyo prompted in a whiskey voice that sent a chill along Selena’s spine. “You what?”
“I recognized you because I’ve read about you. All of you are infamous,” Selena pointed out with a weak smile.
“But where did you read about us exactly?” Gojyo asked. “It is a little hard to read someone’s adventure as they are living it.” He pressed in closer and she drew back. This was not how she imagined things would go if she ever met the Sanzo party.
“Would you believe I’m from another world and I’m pretty sure this is all a dream? Although, I don’t know why my imagination would have you threatening me like this,” Selena protested. She froze as she felt his fingers grip her wrist tight enough to bruise. “I’m no danger to you! I don’t work for Gyumao or his goons. I’m not out to take the sacred scripture and I’m not some long lost relative to any of you!”
Gojyo’s eyes narrowed and he leaned in until they were nose to nose. His fingers tightened on her wrist until she could feel bones grinding together. A strangled sound of pain came out of her at the sensation and Gojyo let up a little so he did not break anything. With him so close, she realized his eyes really were a bright ruby red. It was disconcerting, unnatural, and strangely exotic all at once. “You’re either bat shit insane or an unknown enemy. You’re not a youkai or hanyou which rules out the relation part anyway,” he snorted.
Selena found a small scrap of courage and shot him a look as her mouth overloaded her ass. “You only have one half-brother that you know about anyway and Goku doesn’t have any siblings this side of heaven. And Sanzo is an orphan and Hakkai’s sister is-“she cut off in mid-sentence as Gojyo placed his free hand over her blathering mouth.
“Who are you?” Gojyo demanded in an angry hiss. “Tell me or I will kill you where you stand!”
Selena believed him and squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. He slowly removed his fingers from her mouth and felt his own sense of disquiet. He’d never liked harming women but he would do what he had to if she was an enemy. As it stood, she knew entirely too much about them. “Selena,” she spat. “My name is Selena and I’m from San Francisco. I…don’t feel so good. Let me go or…else.”
“Or else what?” Gojyo asked dubiously.
“I’m puking on you,” Selena threatened.
“Bring it. You can buy me another shirt,” Gojyo said and tried out the strange sounding name. “Selena. Never heard of you-hey! Don’t you dare pass out! Wake up! Wake---u---p---!”
The world tilted strangely as Selena fell against Gojyo. Blood rushed to her head and darkness swam in her vision as her eyes shut tight. She recognized the sensations as fainting and her thoughts scrambled around in her brain like mad butterflies against the inside of a Mason jar. Hm. Gojyo smells strangely good for a chain smoker. Sort of like sandalwood and cotton or something. Those were her last thoughts as unconsciousness claimed her completely.
So yeah. It's been a while but this little rabbit was nibbling at my ankles. It's not bad and I want to continue it. I guess after so long I have to wonder if I am writing crap or good. Heh. Even DC's have their insecure days. (All the time it seems. Gah.)
Comments are love. ~_^ Opinions welcome.
Rating: M
Fandom: Saiyuki (for this part anyway)
Warnings: Adult language, Adult situations, Unbetaed
Summary: Sanzo and company drink, eat, and snark. One serving wench realizes she's fallen very far down the proverbial rabbit hole.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki but Selena is mine. ~_^
A warm breeze smelling of flowers and garbage filtered in through a partially open window. Lively conversations ebbed and flowed over the sounds of drinks being shared and food being eaten. The common room of the inn was half-full of people eating early suppers and travelers filtering in as the sun went down. The mid-sized town was prosperous enough to attract all sorts of folk who traveled to trade in the West or study in the East. Some journeyed to find their fortunes, discover a new home, or simply visit family. Others had a far more noble and stupid quest in mind.
The four men taking up a table in the common room had a purpose in their journey to the West. Most days, it all came down to sheer lunacy. Genjo Sanzo read a paper, smoked a cigarette, and carefully ate dinner - all while studiously ignoring the other members of his strange group. Cho Hakkai sipped a cup of hot tea, took measured bites of the food in front of him, and kept an eye on the final pair of travelers. Son Goku and Sha Gojyo made loud nuisances of themselves, ate like pigs, and fought over any last tender morsel of food that took their fancy.
All in all, it was a normal day for the four and would likely degenerate into a game of mahjong in their rooms at a later point in the evening. The conversation between them faded into the background of the busy common room and could not be overheard from the opposite side. A serving wench held a tray against her chest and stared open mouthed at her surroundings. She appeared completely overwhelmed and in utter shock to be standing upright in the first place. Two cups of tea and two bottles of beer waited on her tray as she looked across the room.
Sha Gojyo beckoned her over with a wink and she continued to stare like an idiot. She recognized him and knew without a doubt she could not possibly be where she was. With a jolt, she felt a man in a cooking apron walk by and smack her on the backside. “Move it, Selena. You were supposed to have those drinks at that table five minutes ago!” he said with a good-natured smile.
Selena gulped and slowly nodded her head as she stumbled her way across the room. The fact she was walking at all brought a surge of delight to her and she didn’t care if she looked awkward as she avoided people bumping into her. The tight bodice, short flared sleeves, and ankle length skirt were not her typical clothing style at all. A quick look at her reflection in the mirror behind the common room bar showed her normal light brown hair and average features. As she puzzled over her presence in such a place, she finally arrived at the table.
“Your drinks,” Selena stammered and passed a beer to Sanzo. She then offered a cup of tea to Hakkai and Goku before placing the final beer down in front of Gojyo. She smiled at the four nervously and wasn’t sure whether to back away or see if they needed anything else to eat.
“Thank you,” Hakkai said politely and Goku grinned at her between mouthfuls of food. Sanzo studiously ignored her in favor of opening the beer in front of him. Gojyo looked her up and down before he winked again.
“So, you come here often?” Gojyo asked with a lascivious brow wiggle.
Selena laughed softly and nodded her head. “I work here so I sort of have to come here often,” she answered. It was the best answer she could come up with in the face of Gojyo flirting with her.
“I could make you come even more,” Gojyo promised. Goku snickered softly and Hakkai smiled coolly at Selena.
“I am sure you could,” Selena said with a grin of her own and looked to the others. “Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked.
Goku held up an empty plate with a sad look. “Methunz!” he replied enthusiastically.
“Uhh. Do huh?” Selena asked.
“Buns,” Gojyo said. “He wants more meat buns. You can get me another beer and tell me where you’re staying.”
“I don’t really know tonight,” Selena answered and Hakkai studied her from behind a polite smile as he sipped tea. “But, meat buns and a beer are doable.”
Hakkai nodded his head. “That will be fine for now,” he said before Gojyo could make another comment. Selena took herself and the tray back over to the bar to order another beer for Gojyo. Then, she poked her nose in the kitchen and spied a tray of meat buns without anything on them that indicated they belonged to a customer yet. Carefully, she placed her empty tray down and picked up the one laden with meat buns in its stead. A part of her mind remembered waitressing when she was in high school and being good enough at it to at least keep the job. Her fingers clutched the tray tight as she realized her waitressing days were before her life turned upside down. Things were normal then and a part of her ached with the weight of memory.
Selena finally shook off the cobwebs in her mind and hurried out of the kitchen door when the cook nodded for her to take the food clutched to her chest. She picked up the beer on her way past the bar. The young woman hurried toward the table in question and ignored the glowers she received from other customers. The entire scene took on a surreal feeling to her as she slid the meat bun tray over to Goku and placed the second beer down in front of Gojyo. With a curious look to the occupants of the table, she turned completely toward the only redhead of the four.
“Are you Sha Gojyo?” she asked.
Gojyo nearly choked on his beer and then smiled even wider as he wiped foam off his lips. “Why yes, yes I am,” he remarked. “My reputation precedes me?”
“Something like that,” Selena answered. “I know you’re supposedly a ladies’ man.”
“Supposedly?” Gojyo asked with a lifted brow as he kicked Goku under the table for snickering. “I will have you know I am everything my reputation promises and more.”
“A cockroach with his brain permanently stuck on pervert,” Sanzo muttered behind his paper.
Gojyo’s head came up and he glared at Sanzo. “It beats being a prissy monk with the sex drive of a rock,” he countered.
“Dumbass,” Sanzo sniped and put his paper down. He fingered his Idiot-Whacking-Fan and set his sights on Goku for obnoxious snickering as much as Gojyo for being Gojyo.
“I take that back. A rock is too good. Your sex drive is right up there with a piss ant,” Gojyo drawled. The resounding smack of a fan encountering first Gojyo’s head and then Goku’s echoed through their side of the common room. Selena laughed outright and felt some of the nervousness leave her. They were just like she’d always pictured them to be. All four were handsome or beautiful in their own ways, though Goku remained cuter in her books more so than handsome.
Goku seemed so young and reminded her strongly of a kid brother more than anything else. Gojyo was basically sex on two legs and Hakkai was attractive in a scary, pretty sort of way. Sanzo reminded her of the fragile, lethal beauty of the landscape after a hard blizzard. She realized she’d been staring at all of them in turn and shifted in place as heat crept up to her cheeks. “You’re all so pretty. I’m sorry for staring,” Selena blurted out. It wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever said in her life but it also wasn’t the dumbest by far.
“Pretty?” Goku said with a wrinkle of his nose. “I am not a girl.”
“No, you’re an idiot monkey who isn’t getting the last meat bun this time,” Gojyo remarked as he yanked three meat buns off the tray near Goku. “I believe you forgot to add drop dead sexy, gorgeous, hot, and a walking orgasm,” he offered.
Hakkai blinked and shook his head. “Do you not have other customers waiting for you?” he asked her pointedly.
Sanzo rose to his feet, folded the newspaper, and glared at Selena. “Stop staring,” he snapped before moving up the stairs toward the rooms they’d rented for the night.
Selena watched the monk go before nodding her head at Hakkai. “Sorry, again. If you need anything else, let me know,” she said before backing away to move toward the bar. She wasn’t sure where to go next. Slowly, she realized Gojyo had followed her to the bar when she saw his reflection studying hers. Selena turned around far too fast and nearly found her nose pressing against his chest.
“There is something else I need,” Gojyo said and leaned in to whisper against her ear. It felt flirting, intimate, and far too close but the words he said next chilled her. “To know how you recognized me before I even hit on you. It wasn’t just me, was it? You knew all of us,” he purred dangerously.
Selena shivered and tried to back away from Gojyo but she had nowhere to go short of climbing on top of the bar. Sexy Gojyo was one thing but right then she keenly remembered how deadly a warrior the kappa was. “I…I….” she tried.
Gojyo laughed and braced his hands against the bar on opposite sides of Selena. She felt trapped and not in a Gojyo-wanted-to-get-in-her-pants kind of way. The feeling in the pit of Selena’s stomach was tinged with fear and the clear thought he was sizing her up for more than her chest size. “You,” Gojyo prompted in a whiskey voice that sent a chill along Selena’s spine. “You what?”
“I recognized you because I’ve read about you. All of you are infamous,” Selena pointed out with a weak smile.
“But where did you read about us exactly?” Gojyo asked. “It is a little hard to read someone’s adventure as they are living it.” He pressed in closer and she drew back. This was not how she imagined things would go if she ever met the Sanzo party.
“Would you believe I’m from another world and I’m pretty sure this is all a dream? Although, I don’t know why my imagination would have you threatening me like this,” Selena protested. She froze as she felt his fingers grip her wrist tight enough to bruise. “I’m no danger to you! I don’t work for Gyumao or his goons. I’m not out to take the sacred scripture and I’m not some long lost relative to any of you!”
Gojyo’s eyes narrowed and he leaned in until they were nose to nose. His fingers tightened on her wrist until she could feel bones grinding together. A strangled sound of pain came out of her at the sensation and Gojyo let up a little so he did not break anything. With him so close, she realized his eyes really were a bright ruby red. It was disconcerting, unnatural, and strangely exotic all at once. “You’re either bat shit insane or an unknown enemy. You’re not a youkai or hanyou which rules out the relation part anyway,” he snorted.
Selena found a small scrap of courage and shot him a look as her mouth overloaded her ass. “You only have one half-brother that you know about anyway and Goku doesn’t have any siblings this side of heaven. And Sanzo is an orphan and Hakkai’s sister is-“she cut off in mid-sentence as Gojyo placed his free hand over her blathering mouth.
“Who are you?” Gojyo demanded in an angry hiss. “Tell me or I will kill you where you stand!”
Selena believed him and squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. He slowly removed his fingers from her mouth and felt his own sense of disquiet. He’d never liked harming women but he would do what he had to if she was an enemy. As it stood, she knew entirely too much about them. “Selena,” she spat. “My name is Selena and I’m from San Francisco. I…don’t feel so good. Let me go or…else.”
“Or else what?” Gojyo asked dubiously.
“I’m puking on you,” Selena threatened.
“Bring it. You can buy me another shirt,” Gojyo said and tried out the strange sounding name. “Selena. Never heard of you-hey! Don’t you dare pass out! Wake up! Wake---u---p---!”
The world tilted strangely as Selena fell against Gojyo. Blood rushed to her head and darkness swam in her vision as her eyes shut tight. She recognized the sensations as fainting and her thoughts scrambled around in her brain like mad butterflies against the inside of a Mason jar. Hm. Gojyo smells strangely good for a chain smoker. Sort of like sandalwood and cotton or something. Those were her last thoughts as unconsciousness claimed her completely.
So yeah. It's been a while but this little rabbit was nibbling at my ankles. It's not bad and I want to continue it. I guess after so long I have to wonder if I am writing crap or good. Heh. Even DC's have their insecure days. (All the time it seems. Gah.)
Comments are love. ~_^ Opinions welcome.