Two ficlets: Elemental Perceptions, Wake up call
A couple of ficlets for my White Rabbit Fanfic Request Meme. Both rated PG-13 for bad language and allusions to violence and sex.
First up, for louiselux - Saiyuki and a wildcard you'll pick up on pretty fast.
Elemental Perception
"What the hell is it?" Gojyo nudged the prone figure over with his boot. Possibly a little harder than was necessary, but rather understandable under the circumstances.
"Damned if I know," said Sanzo, "Or care."
"It's some kind of bird! A talking bird!" exclaimed Goku excitedly.
"I rather think," Hakkai said in his best 'I'm trying not to sound like a schoolteacher but failing, so please just shut up and be educated, thank you' voice, "It's a Western angel."
"An angel? What's that?" Goku eyed the 'angel' with bright-eyed curiosity.
"It's like a k'i-lin."
"It looks like a man, not a deer. And where are the flames?"
"Did you somehow miss the flaming sword part?" Gojyo snarked, rolling his eyes in exasperation.
"I believe it's some kind of air elemental, Goku. It's a messenger of their gods, so it has a different form to ours."
"Air isn't an element!" insisted Goku, "Earth, fire, metal, water and wood. Those are the elements."
Sanzo and Gojyo both shot Goku belated and useless 'Stop encouraging him!' glares.
"Well, the Westerners believe that earth, fire, water and air are the elements which make up the universe."
"That's dumb! Westerners are stupid. And their messengers are pretty sucky too. Look how eas. . . oh look! It's up again. Round Two!"
The 'angel' had indeed returned to its feet, albeit somewhat shakily. The large wings probably didn't help with balance, either.
"Your Holiness," it spoke to Sanzo in accent-less, but appalled, Chinese, "This demon filth is with you?"
It eyed Gojyo with aversion.
"That' s half-demon filth to you, birdie." Goyjo smiled back. An easy, uncomplicated smile - the type given by man-eating tigers before they eviscerate supper.
"He's with me." Sanzo admitted grudgingly, then continued sarcastically, "Didn't my people send your people the memo?"
"Er," the angel looked surprisingly embarassed, "Probably. It must have gotten lost in my 'In' box."
"A very perceptive conclusion," interposed Hakkai, smiling gently. "You must get such an awful lot of paperwork. It's amazing you have the time to patrol your regions."
The angel gave Hakkai a hard look. Then it blinked, and looked uncomfortable.
"Ah, yes," it said, "In fact, that's a good point. Maybe I should go catch up on some of that paperwork. No need to mention this. Wouldn't want to have to fill out all those forms a. . . "
As it talked, the angel's body started to twinkle little firefly sparks and lighten, rapidly becoming transparent.
"Hey no! Don't go! I wanna. . ."
The angel dissipated.
"Ah," said Hakkai, "Reassuring to see the Western heaven is. . ."
"Also run by bureaucratic idiots," finished Sanzo sourly.
"No fair!" whined Goku, "I wanted another go at him. And all that fighting's left me hungry. Sanzo - when's the next town? Sanzo! Sanzo! Wait up, Sanzo!"
NB k'i-lin have also been equated with both Western unicorns and phoenixes, but in this story I chose them primarily for their function of 'messenger of the gods'. Not that Goku knew that.
For cosmorific, who requested Kanzeon Bosatsu/Genjo Sanzo and a cheap motel.
Wake up call
Theocide had never been more of a temptation.
"Get the hell off me!" Sanzo gritted into Kanzeon's bosom.
"Mmm, awake and as charming as ever," the Bosatsu's voice was an amused purr above his head. Se slid one long, naked leg over his in a manner more closely related to the profane than the sacred. Fortunately the unfamiliar (and lumpy) pillow yielded a very familiar gun.
"Get. Off. Now."
Kanzeon sighed but rolled away, occupying as much of the bed as humanly (or in this case, divinely) possible without touching him. Sanzo took quick stock of his surroundings. The bed matched the pillow in quality of 'unwashed and uncomfortable', and he could see some of Goyjo's smaller relatives scuttling around the unswept floor. Judging from what light penetrated the fly-blown windowpane, it was almost sunset. He'd been unconscious several hours then.
"Where ar. . ."
The door opened. A sane man would have shut it again immediately. Hakkai merely hid his smile with a polite bow and an apologetic,
"Oh! I do hope I'm not interrupting Your Holinesses!"
Sanzo wanted to be unconscious again.
First up, for louiselux - Saiyuki and a wildcard you'll pick up on pretty fast.
Elemental Perception
"What the hell is it?" Gojyo nudged the prone figure over with his boot. Possibly a little harder than was necessary, but rather understandable under the circumstances.
"Damned if I know," said Sanzo, "Or care."
"It's some kind of bird! A talking bird!" exclaimed Goku excitedly.
"I rather think," Hakkai said in his best 'I'm trying not to sound like a schoolteacher but failing, so please just shut up and be educated, thank you' voice, "It's a Western angel."
"An angel? What's that?" Goku eyed the 'angel' with bright-eyed curiosity.
"It's like a k'i-lin."
"It looks like a man, not a deer. And where are the flames?"
"Did you somehow miss the flaming sword part?" Gojyo snarked, rolling his eyes in exasperation.
"I believe it's some kind of air elemental, Goku. It's a messenger of their gods, so it has a different form to ours."
"Air isn't an element!" insisted Goku, "Earth, fire, metal, water and wood. Those are the elements."
Sanzo and Gojyo both shot Goku belated and useless 'Stop encouraging him!' glares.
"Well, the Westerners believe that earth, fire, water and air are the elements which make up the universe."
"That's dumb! Westerners are stupid. And their messengers are pretty sucky too. Look how eas. . . oh look! It's up again. Round Two!"
The 'angel' had indeed returned to its feet, albeit somewhat shakily. The large wings probably didn't help with balance, either.
"Your Holiness," it spoke to Sanzo in accent-less, but appalled, Chinese, "This demon filth is with you?"
It eyed Gojyo with aversion.
"That' s half-demon filth to you, birdie." Goyjo smiled back. An easy, uncomplicated smile - the type given by man-eating tigers before they eviscerate supper.
"He's with me." Sanzo admitted grudgingly, then continued sarcastically, "Didn't my people send your people the memo?"
"Er," the angel looked surprisingly embarassed, "Probably. It must have gotten lost in my 'In' box."
"A very perceptive conclusion," interposed Hakkai, smiling gently. "You must get such an awful lot of paperwork. It's amazing you have the time to patrol your regions."
The angel gave Hakkai a hard look. Then it blinked, and looked uncomfortable.
"Ah, yes," it said, "In fact, that's a good point. Maybe I should go catch up on some of that paperwork. No need to mention this. Wouldn't want to have to fill out all those forms a. . . "
As it talked, the angel's body started to twinkle little firefly sparks and lighten, rapidly becoming transparent.
"Hey no! Don't go! I wanna. . ."
The angel dissipated.
"Ah," said Hakkai, "Reassuring to see the Western heaven is. . ."
"Also run by bureaucratic idiots," finished Sanzo sourly.
"No fair!" whined Goku, "I wanted another go at him. And all that fighting's left me hungry. Sanzo - when's the next town? Sanzo! Sanzo! Wait up, Sanzo!"
NB k'i-lin have also been equated with both Western unicorns and phoenixes, but in this story I chose them primarily for their function of 'messenger of the gods'. Not that Goku knew that.
For cosmorific, who requested Kanzeon Bosatsu/Genjo Sanzo and a cheap motel.
Wake up call
Theocide had never been more of a temptation.
"Get the hell off me!" Sanzo gritted into Kanzeon's bosom.
"Mmm, awake and as charming as ever," the Bosatsu's voice was an amused purr above his head. Se slid one long, naked leg over his in a manner more closely related to the profane than the sacred. Fortunately the unfamiliar (and lumpy) pillow yielded a very familiar gun.
"Get. Off. Now."
Kanzeon sighed but rolled away, occupying as much of the bed as humanly (or in this case, divinely) possible without touching him. Sanzo took quick stock of his surroundings. The bed matched the pillow in quality of 'unwashed and uncomfortable', and he could see some of Goyjo's smaller relatives scuttling around the unswept floor. Judging from what light penetrated the fly-blown windowpane, it was almost sunset. He'd been unconscious several hours then.
"Where ar. . ."
The door opened. A sane man would have shut it again immediately. Hakkai merely hid his smile with a polite bow and an apologetic,
"Oh! I do hope I'm not interrupting Your Holinesses!"
Sanzo wanted to be unconscious again.