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Daylight licked me into shape [OPEN]

Who: Gojyo and anyone who wants to join him!
What: Various and sundry (see prompts below the cut)
When: Between April 2nd and April 6th, in-game time (any time between the sakura party and the July intro log)
Where: Various places in the Near Shore
Warnings: Will update
Format: I've posted these prompts in past tense prose. If you'd prefer present tense and/or brackets, please feel free! I'll match your formatting.

Prompt 1: The Park
Wine hangovers were markedly different than beer hangovers, Gojyo was discovering. While the beer hangovers tended to settle in the gut (yeah, he got the farts after too many beers, but who didn't?), the wine ones seemed to like to sit right in the middle of his head, stabbing behind his eyes.

Beer hangovers could be appeased by a big greasy breakfast and a lot of black coffee. So far, the best thing Gojyo had found to cure the wine hangovers was simply time. Time, and a bit of heat. And that's why he was in the park that morning, arms draped over the back of the bench and face to the sun, idly working his way through his pack of cigarettes.

Being dead wasn't so bad after all, some days.

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Prompt 2: Downtown
Why couldn't the little bastards attack in the middle of the night?! But no, they had to decide to come out of hiding in the early evening, when all the offices were closing. So there was a sea of dark suits as roughly eleven million salarymen and -women shuffled off to their trains, and there was a swarm of glowing puffball ayakashi, drifting towards the residential area on the other side of the train tracks... and there was Gojyo, a bright spot right in the middle of that weary ocean, blood red hair and leather pants and waving an old Chinese sword like a crazy person. Good thing mortals didn't tend to see them, huh?

"Get th'fuck out of my way!"

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Prompt 3: The Liquor Store
This whole not-being-seen-by-mortals things was really starting to get on Gojyo's nerves. It had been cool at first -- he could pretty much steal anything he wanted to, whenever he wanted to (not that he took advantage of it or anything. A couple packs of cigarettes, a bowl of ramen from a booth... but it just didn't feel right). So if he wasn't going to steal stuff from the Near Shore, he was going to have to buy it, and buying things took money. Which meant a job.

The bell on the door chimed, and Gojyo turned apathetically toward the incoming customer. "Welcome to Lawson Station," he droned, slouching in his itchy uniform shirt. Hating his uniform visor. Hating everything about the job, really. But there were only so many jobs available to an unskilled foreigner, and, unlike a factory job, at least working at a convenience store gave him the freedom to chase after ayakashi whenever they appeared. Not like any of the customers seemed to notice he was there anyway. Not even when they were standing right in front of him. Yelling for him. In his face. "Please enjoy your shopping experience."

There had to be a better way to earn cigarette money than this.

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There was the usual welcome-to-whatever-store-this-is spiel that the bored guy at the register had to spout every time the bell rang. Axel ignored it, and him, in the comfortable certainty that the other guy'd do the same right back once the echoes of the little chime faded.

Huh, this guy had nice hair, though. It was dyed to a red only a couple of shades darker than Axel's fire-engine color. He didn't see that on convenience store clerks a lot, and he'd been in a lot of them. He figured it was only fair to spread out the places he walked off with lunch from. That way, no one would get in too much trouble, which assuaged any hint of guilt he might've otherwise felt about the stealing thing.

He picked up a bag of chips and a little box of cold deep-fried chicken with rice out of the cooler -- oh yeah, and a soda -- and turned to head back for the door, not even bothering to be subtle about it. It wasn't like anyone ever paid attention.

There was absolutely nothing else to do, so Gojyo watched the red-haired guy wander through the store. Was his hair naturally red? It was awfully bright, especially under the terrible buzzing tube lights. It was probably dyed, Gojyo determined. What were the chances of another half-youkai coming into his store?

His lazy disinterest faded, however, when the guy grabbed a drink out of the cold case and immediately headed for the door. Damn. It took some balls to just casually steal shit like that -- Gojyo had to admit he was impressed. "Hey asshole", he called, still leaning like a lump against the counter. "You've gotta pay for that stuff."

Would the guy run for it? Gojyo kinda hoped he would. He was gonna end up fat and useless if he stayed stuck at the register for much longer -- a race would do him some good.

"Wait, you're kidding," Axel said, turning around with no sign of guilt, just wide-eyed shock written all over his face. What the hell. How had he picked the one Lawson's in Tokyo with a guy at the counter who could see ghosts?

(Maybe it helped that he'd hit half the Lawsons in the city by now.)

"You can see me?"

He waved a hand, the one holding the soda, just as a test. Was the guy still watching, or had he zoned out again?

He was surprised? ...Oh damn, Gojyo realized, of course he was surprised. He was a shinki, wasn't he? No wonder he was so casual about walking into a place and robbing it blind. Hell, hadn't Gojyo done the same thing?

(Once. He'd done that once and he'd felt all kinds of guilty about it later for reasons he hadn't bothered exploring. It was unfair that he didn't feel comfortable stealing for a living, but if he couldn't do it, then it was completely fair that nobody else got to either.)

"Huh," he muttered to himself, letting his gaze drift away from Axel and back into the store. "Thought I saw something." Under the counter, he felt around until he found was he was looking for in the lost and found: a giant bouncy ball, as big as his fist and covered in bright purple sparkles (and doggy teeth marks). As soon as Red turned back to leave, he'd get the ball thrown at the back of his head. No stealing, asshole.

... That was weird, Axel thought, but things were going back to normal as the counter guy's gaze slid off sideways. Reassured, he hefted his ill-gotten lunch, turned around, and headed back for the front door.

Something hit him hard in the back of the head, and he dropped both handfuls of stuff. The soda split on impact and spun around, spraying a hissing stream of lemon-lime sugar water all over Axel's boots and his fried chicken. Axel rounded on the counter guy, one hand on the back of his head, sputtering with fury.

"What the hell? You asshole!"

Something about walking into a store and lifting things off the shelves doesn't sit well with Nagi. Not because he feels bad about stealing things. But he doesn't quite trust that he won't get caught. If not by human eyes, then by camera feeds. People might not notice him, but they surely would notice bags full of things being carried out. And so Nagi has hacked various websites and had things delivered to another location on the Near Shore, one that he can be certain is not under surveillance. He's on his way back home from exactly such a pick-up, bag-in-hand, when he stops for a moment at the sight of a familiar face.

At least, he's pretty sure it's familiar. His memories from that night are a little fuzzy after he'd sat down at the bar with that god.

It is that god. Nagi never caught his name. He's flailing around somewhat uselessly with a sword, fending off a few puffy ayakashi.

"......"

Nagi stares at him from a safe distance, stoically.

"What are you doing?"

Oraaaa!

[Yamato can't actually kill any ayakashi like this--out here, on his own, without Shepard to wield him properly. But that's alright. There are enough gods keeping watch on this part of the Near Shore that sooner or later, one of them is bound to show up and take care of the problem. Fighting like this is a good way to warm up (or wind down, or... just about anything), and what better way to practice his borderlines while he's at it?

Sky blue serves as a bright contrast to blood red, even if the ethereal colors of the ayakashi lend them both an eerie glow. Yamato doesn't stop to announce his presence, barrelling out of seemingly nowhere to bury his sword in one of the puffballs. Slicing it apart as he withdraws, he doesn't even throw Gojyo a glance before he runs to the front of the swarm, summoning up all his concentration to draw a borderline and keep them from floating any further away.]

Hurry up! Take them out! [Hello to you too, Gojyo.]

The loss to the store was the same as if he'd let the guy steal all that stuff, plus he had to clean up the mess, but it was so worth it. He slamming his hands down on the counter, grinning fiercely.

"That's why you get for tryin' to rob the place, you shitty god!"

"Shinki, thanks, do I look like a god?" Axel demanded, pointing at the counter guy accusingly. It wasn't like he could argue the theft question. He'd been about to walk right out with his lunch (which was ruined now, so, good going there, Counter Guy, he thought bitterly. He hadn't even got the stuff back for the store.)

He scowled, and looked back down at the mess on the floor.

"I'd pay if I had any money," he added, sullenly.

So maybe it wasn't the best justification. But, hell, it worked for him.

Thankfully, when he's in his sword form Banri's ghost doesn't feel or sound or act like Banri at all. Jabbing at little puffballs that sounded like a flock of little kids when they cooed about how nice the humans smelled is creepy enough as it is. It's easy enough to pretend that he's just a regular old metal sword; Gojyo had spent far too long the other day wondering just what part of Sanzo had become what part of the fan, and he'd been forced to accept that he'd probably been holding the sham monk's ass.

Fighting school-kid monsters with his hand firmly wrapped around Banri's ass was simply not something Gojyo was prepared to accept. No amount of holy water would wash off that blight.

Preoccupied with such important thoughts as these, Gojyo doesn't hear Nagi at first. But then he catches sight of the kid out of the corner of his eye. It takes him a moment to remember where he's seen the boy before (he'd been really drunk, okay?), but then it clicks.

"Yo!" Gojyo calls, waving sword-Banri briefly in Nagi's direction. But he can't lose focus on his task -- the ayakashi are getting closer and closer to the train station, and once they're on the other side Gojyo's going to have a hell of a time tracking them down.

[ Gojyo turns in shock at the battle cry. His first thought is that one of the mass of commuters around him has spotted him -- he's never going to get used to the idea that he's effectively invisible, not with his brilliant coloring.

He's definitely not expecting that Yamato kid.

But the kid seems to know what he's doing! He gets to the edge of the crowd faster than Gojyo would have thought possible, throwing up a force field of some kind that the first ayakashi puffballs bounce right off of.

Huh. He's got to learn how to do that. ]

I'm workin' on it!

[ Yamato's sword cuts one of the ayakashi apart but doesn't seem to be actually destroying the things. That's unfortunate. But at least his force field is holding them in place for the moment. Gojyo takes advantage of the moment's respite and shoulders his way roughly through the crowd (a couple of the salarymen protest, but they all forget he's been there as soon as he's passed), to get to the open space by the train station (read: the planter box) where he can finally get a good swing in. ]

I've got these! Don't let 'em get past you!

Oh, was that how things were? That was too bad. But good luck getting any sympathy from the guy who'd taken a shitty job to not be in the same situation.

"So make some money." There were jobs everywhere. Not good ones, probably not enough to live on. But more than enough to buy a daily ration of sodas and deli food. "Just because you're dead doesn't mean you need to be a deadbeat."

It was hard to believe that those words were coming out of his mouth. Him, the guy who before this had never put in an honest day's work in his life. But working graveyard in a convenience story changes a man, okay. Besides, he couldn't imagine the folks running heaven would be too happy if their gods and shinki were spending their free time stealing from the people they were supposed to be helping.

A familiar white haired man walks into the liqour store and immediately goes to grab a bottle of expensive bourbon and a pair of cheap wine bottles before walking up to the counter. He pauses for a moment and then smirks slightly.

He doesn't say anything about their most recent encounter though, lest someone's nearby. He agreed to privacy after all.

However, he does write a quick note and slides it over. Containing the words 'When can we do it again?'.

"How much for all of this?" Is what left his lips.

"Is that what you're working the late shift at a Lawson's for?" Axel said dubiously, crossing his arms.

It probably was, come to think of it. And it actually wasn't a bad reason. He was a shinki, so he didn't have to worry about bills: just spending cash, and shitty jobs paid plenty if that was all you needed them for.

And he didn't exactly feel guilty about it, but this? This was embarrassing. He'd gotten way too used to not getting caught.

"Maybe I should," he muttered, half to himself.

Gojyo just raised an eyebrow at that.

"You think I'm wearing this stupid hat because I like it?" He was still a little disappointed that he didn't get to chase a thief down. This job was so boring. He needed stimulus. Pretty girls. People to talk to. Hell, a TV and a pack of cigarettes would have been good enough, but he wasn't even allowed that. This job sucked.

And the worst part about legit jobs like this one was how long it took for the money to appear. Crooked jobs, those you got paid for right away. You stole the thing, or beat up the guy, and you got an envelope of cash, done and done. Real jobs? You had to wait for weeks before you saw a penny. It wasn't fair.

Which was a situation this guy was gonna find himself in if he decided to get employed, wasn't it? Gojyo sighed, cursing himself for being a sucker. "Hey, you wanna earn another thing of chicken, go get the mop in that back closet and clean up your mess." Customers weren't supposed to go into the back, and they really weren't supposed to clean anything -- that was Gojyo's job and he was supposed to do it with a smile on his face -- but fuck that. "Steal anything back there, though, and I'll peg you again."

"Hey, some people have weird hobbies." Axel turned a faintly suspicious gaze on Gojyo at the offer of a replacement lunch. What, for just cleaning the floor up?

Well -- it was a gross job, and this guy'd probably have to do it himself if Axel didn't. So maybe it was an honest offer. Maybe he was going to get thrown out of the place after he finished cleaning up his own mess, too, but if he did he hadn't actually lost anything other than a couple minutes' work.

"...Deal," he said, after a moment. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fence your cleaning supplies."

Too much work, for one thing. Too much like actually shoplifting instead of swiping lunch for himself, for another. He headed back for the stockroom, toeing open the closet and pulling out an old splintery mop and bucket. The bucket he half-filled with water, and, with the addition of a handful of paper towels from a stack that was probably meant to replenish the bathroom supply, he headed back out.

"What's your name, anyway?" he asked, going down to one knee by the spill and starting to swab up the puddle of Sprite. "I'm Axel."

Well, swinging a chinese sword around like crazy was bound to get someone's attention, and that someone was a 5'7" angry shinki with a tuxedo kitten on his shoulder.

"How fitting you look like a drunken fool." Did he walk in the way of where Gojyo was swinging his sword? Yes. Did he care? Not really. The people just parted around him as Kishi on his shoulder meowed loudly at this loud angry guy.

Gojyo's eyes go wide when Niles comes sauntering in. He's the opposite of smooth, whipping his head back and forth to make sure there's nobody else in the store. Nobody who could see the two of them together. (Not that anyone would see them anyway.)

But once the initial jolt of panic subsides and he stops feeling like he's got I did it with a guy tattooed on his forehead, Gojyo is forced to accept one undeniable fact: he enjoyed it. A lot. Hell, if Niles had been a girl Gojyo would have invited her back to his place for another round. He might even have made her breakfast.

You can't do those kinds of things with a guy. You just can't. Gojyo couldn't. But he also can't stop thinking about how damn good Niles's mouth felt.

He manages to keep his reactions under control when Niles approaches the register (mostly -- his cock's got a mind of its own and decides to perk up at the worst possible times), but then the asshole has to slide him that note. Gojyo can feel his cheeks going pink. Is he really being propositioned, like he's the girl!?

"Are you serious?"

Niles could, but he felt during it like he was supposed to shut up and suck on that cock. So he said nothing, just coming back again, and bothering him whenever possible.

Because it was something to move his mind forward rather than worry about what his god was hiding from him. Sex was the ultimate distraction.

He gave a quick nod before answering his question. In the shopping sense. "Yes. How much?"

But... he can't deny. He is serious. And he wants to try something new with Gojyo.

Gojyo narrows his eyes. Niles is fucking with him, he's sure of it... but he's also pretty damn sure that Niles really does want another round.

He should kick him out, Gojyo thinks, mind swimming. He should throw him right the fuck out of the store, tell him that he's not for sale, to never come back, that it was a mistake, should black his eye and kick his ass and have done with the whole thing.

But it was a really good blowjob. And it's been a really long time since he was getting blown with any regularity. He's not so flush that he can turn away an offer of a free good time, even if it is coming from someone like Niles. In fact, it's even better that way, isn't it? They don't know anybody in common, they don't hang out in the same places, they barely see each other. If he's going to fuck a guy (and he can't deny that he's interested), is there a better guy he could be fucking?

Sanzo's image flickers across the front of Gojyo's brain, and he almost chokes on his own tongue. That's a good way to get himself killed, he chides his brain. Don't even think about things like that.

He regards Niles with a considering look. Why not fuck him? Why not fuck him here? His cock certainly seems to like that idea. Why not fuck him right here, right in the store? It's not like anyone will see them. And when will he get a chance like this again?

Things Gojyo's learned about life: when there's something you want, reach out for it. If you wait, it'll be spoiled by the time you come back around.

He leans over the counter, hands flat over the display of lotto tickets, and gives Niles one of his best, most promising leers. "Take off your pants." His heart is pounding -- Niles is going to laugh at him, to walk out, this is a mistake -- but he won't blink first. It's Niles's move.

Of course Niles pauses first. He doesn't immediately do anything he's told. He has to work out the pros and cons of the situation. And there's so many pros here. But the cons are simply that it's going to be another blowjob and handjob again. And he likes variety. That's why he's not only with Gojyo. Not that he fucks and tell, of course.

So his hands are over his chest, and the balls is in his court. He's told to take off his pants and expose his lower half.

But he moves in closer instead, and smirks.

"What do you want today, Gojyo? Sounds like you want way more than a blowjob."

One hand moves down to his striped pants. Oh, he's willing to do it. But not without something in return.

That's more acceptance than he was expecting! Encouraged, Gojyo lets his gaze drift down to where Niles's hand cups himself. He's still a man, and Gojyo still really doesn't want anything to do with his more manly parts. But he's young and dead and for the first time in a long time nobody's trying to kill him. Why not make the most of it?

"You did most of the work last time," he replies, trying to sound casual. Like this was something he did every day. Like he wasn't equal parts terrified and so turned on he was about to pop in his pants. "I thought we might switch things up. If you're interested."

"I'm interested." He said immediately jumping onto the counter and sliding across it so he was right in Gojyo's face. No one could see them. No one would care if they did it right here in the open. He looked into his face and got as close as he could without touching as he moved to slip his pants down and off.

Naked in front of him, with some lewd t-shirt on, he looks towards him. "Don't worry. I'll enjoy it no matter what you do."

Or... he'll pretend to. For the man's dignity.

It's really happening. Gojyo takes a deep breath, slow through his nose, willing his hands not to shake as he reaches for Niles. "You'd better believe it," he promises the other man, catching him by the hips and pulling him in for a kiss. It's all teeth and searching tongue, not romantic at all -- it's almost like fighting, really. It's hard and it's fast and there's no hiding anymore just how turned on it's making Gojyo.

One hand squeezes Niles's hip then slides back, those long fingers stroking at the top of the cleft of his ass. Asking. Offering. Is this okay?

[SURPRISE! Yamato might be airheaded about some things (okay, a lot of things) but this? This, he's good at.

He may not be able to kill the ayakashi by himself, but that doesn't make his attacks any less vicious.]

LOSE YOUR HEAD AND DIE! [And he might only be able to follow up with half of that scream, but hey, he does his best. There goes half of a puffball, flying off into the sunset... it would've been a great attack if the damn things couldn't regenerate.

But he does as Gojyo asks, pausing in his assault to draw another borderline. This one isn't as sturdy, but it does the job. One puffball nearly, nearly slips past him, but he grabs it with his free hand, hauling it back and running it through with his blade. The blight blossoms instantly across his palm, and it stings, but he doesn't seem to care at the moment.]

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