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You promised me heaven then put me through hell
Who: Sha Gojyo and the Kenren formerly known as General
What: WINE GOD PARTY
When: Afternoon/evening of 6 April
Where: Villa Dionysus
Warnings: ah ha ha ha will update as needed
Apparently he was just blessed. He had blessings coming out his ass (not that it was getting used for anything else lately) -- not an hour after he left the school and returned to the Far Shore, the place was attacked by a whole flock of ayakashi. Or maybe a wizard... reports hadn't all been the clearest. Monsters, that was the important part. Monsters attacked the place he'd just left, the place where all his friends, old and new, were holed up without him. As if he hadn't been feeling worthless enough as it was, fuck. And some guy had identified him not only as a youkai but as a fucking kappa and dredged up all kinds of feelings he'd thought he'd put aside as a child, and something was going on with Sanzo that he hadn't had a chance to poke into, and Elsa had basically accused him of forcibly enslaving Sanzo, and that wasn't even touching the creep who'd known he was a hanyou. Fucking blessed.
Gojyo shuddered, tossing back another swig of wine. There was something seriously wrong with that guy. He'd have to remember to tell Sanzo and Hakkai about him... somehow. Maybe he could send them a letter. Dear shit monk and Hakkai, please take notice of some scary asshole named Ni Jenny who knows things that I can't talk about because they might kill you, love Gojyo. Yeah. Brilliant idea.
At least he had plenty of wine to drown his pathetic sorrows. Gojyo drained the dregs of the one bottle (a red, so dark it was almost like drinking jam and it left a sour taste on the back of his tongue) and reached for another. His too-big house felt even bigger when he was the only soul inside (Banri's ghost was probably somewhere, but he tried hard not to think about that). "FUCK!" he yelled, just to hear his voice echo off the far wall. It didn't really make him feel better, but at least it didn't make him feel any worse? "FUUUUUUUUCK!"
What: WINE GOD PARTY
When: Afternoon/evening of 6 April
Where: Villa Dionysus
Warnings: ah ha ha ha will update as needed
Apparently he was just blessed. He had blessings coming out his ass (not that it was getting used for anything else lately) -- not an hour after he left the school and returned to the Far Shore, the place was attacked by a whole flock of ayakashi. Or maybe a wizard... reports hadn't all been the clearest. Monsters, that was the important part. Monsters attacked the place he'd just left, the place where all his friends, old and new, were holed up without him. As if he hadn't been feeling worthless enough as it was, fuck. And some guy had identified him not only as a youkai but as a fucking kappa and dredged up all kinds of feelings he'd thought he'd put aside as a child, and something was going on with Sanzo that he hadn't had a chance to poke into, and Elsa had basically accused him of forcibly enslaving Sanzo, and that wasn't even touching the creep who'd known he was a hanyou. Fucking blessed.
Gojyo shuddered, tossing back another swig of wine. There was something seriously wrong with that guy. He'd have to remember to tell Sanzo and Hakkai about him... somehow. Maybe he could send them a letter. Dear shit monk and Hakkai, please take notice of some scary asshole named Ni Jenny who knows things that I can't talk about because they might kill you, love Gojyo. Yeah. Brilliant idea.
At least he had plenty of wine to drown his pathetic sorrows. Gojyo drained the dregs of the one bottle (a red, so dark it was almost like drinking jam and it left a sour taste on the back of his tongue) and reached for another. His too-big house felt even bigger when he was the only soul inside (Banri's ghost was probably somewhere, but he tried hard not to think about that). "FUCK!" he yelled, just to hear his voice echo off the far wall. It didn't really make him feel better, but at least it didn't make him feel any worse? "FUUUUUUUUCK!"
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"Uh... Glasses or heels?"
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"The blond one?"
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He really, really, didn't want to start talking about this again, things could get very depressing very fast, but Gojyo deserved to be up to date.
"They're already aware of what happened with Goku and not to mess with your group," that part was important too.
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It's too much. It's too big a coincidence.
"How come you've got my face?!"
That... is not the question he meant to ask. Whatever, it's out in the open now. "An' why's that Konzen guy look like Sanzo? What's up with that?"
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"Look, this is only a theory, okay? Think very hard about that first. S'juuust a theory we came up with."
A very solid one, though, to the point where Kenren had started taking it as a fact, but Gojyo didn't need to know that.
"We might be your previous incarnations," he says, as casually as possible, then sits upright in his chair again to resume chugging wine. These two actions were completely unrelated, of course.
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"Wait, so..." He'll get his head around this, honest. Just give him a minute. "You died, and whoever's in charge of this stuff decided that you should get reborn as me." Nailed it! And he's not even slurring.
He looks horrified, though. Because Kenren died fighting heaven, right? That's not the kind of thing that heaven would consider to be 'good behavior'. That's probably about as bad of behavior as you can get, so... Kenren was apparently reborn as a bug? Or more specifically, a cockroach. "I'm your punishment?"
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"I said it's only a theory." He inhales, then calmly (carefully) deposits his cigarette stub in the bottle Gojyo has been using as an ashtray. "Anyway... it'd be more accurate to say you're gettin' punished because of me."
How else could they explain the fact that Gojyo's group had been assigned to stop one of the biggest threats Heaven had ever faced all on their own?
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"I'm... me, my life." He slaps his chest, hard. "My whole goddamn life, and you're sayin' it's sucked because of somethin' you did?"
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"... Assuming you really are my reincarnation? Yeah. You can blame it all on me."
Sorry, but he wasn't going to say sorry.
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And then Kenren's words register, and Gojyo nearly falls over with how hard he's shaking his head.
"Wha... I'm not gonna blame you, asshole!" He jabs a finger at the ceiling. "It's those bastards who did it, right? Tried to make Goku fight, an' killed, you, an' made me half." The gods save nobody -- he's got to remember to tell Sanzo about this. "Th'fuck would I be mad at you for?"
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Kenren keeps staring at Gojyo even after he's finished talking because this is the opposite of what he expected. How is this guy real?!
"Because it's my fault your life's been shitty?! Obviously!" He doesn't know the exact details, but judging by Gojyo's reaction he hadn't had exactly an easy life.
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"Don't you fucking dare regret gettin' Goku out of there!" he hollered, ready to sock Kenren again if the man said anything else dumb. "God or no I will smash your goddamn stupid mouth off if you try!"
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"What the fuck, of course I don't regret it!! I'd do everythin' I did back there all over again if I had to, but that doesn't mean you can't resent me for it, you idiot!!"
He stomps closer as he yells and sticks his heel on the chair right between Gojyo's legs, kicking hard so that the chair falls back with him on it.
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That settles it. Gojyo now has to kick the crap out of some god. For his own good, of course.
"You think I should resent Goku, too? You stupid fucking no-brain piece of shit god!" It's not easy, charging drunkenly at another man while straddling a knocked-over chair, but somehow Gojyo manages to keep his feet under him. He swings again for Kenren's face -- this is the kind of fight were you just punch the other guy's face a bunch of times. "Don't tell me who to resent! I'll resent who the hell I want to!"
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Ow.
His ears are now ringing and his balance is more off than he'd like, at least for a few seconds, but that doesn't mean he's going to keep his mouth shut.
"I'm not tellin' you who to resent! I just said it was fine if you wanted to! Are you even fucking listening?!"
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"Hell no! Why would I listen to some stupid god who can't even manage to keep his goddamn face to himself!" Maybe that made more sense in Gojyo's head and maybe it didn't -- it honestly doesn't really matter, because Gojyo's not listening to himself, either. He throws one more punch, right at Kenren's jaw, but if the asshole isn't going to hit him back, well. Then it's no fun anymore, is it?
"Why th'fuck aren't you punching me?!"
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And then keeps holding it tightly for a long moment, because he needs a little time to process that Gojyo wants them to fight now.
He should have figured.
"My bad! I thought we were gonna be adults about this, but y'know what? You're right, this is more fun!"
He lets go of Gojyo's fist, but only to immediately charge forward as he swings a punch at his face.
"Also, you should be grateful for my face!"
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"This is what I think of your face!" Gojyo hollers, as he throws himself fully into the fight. He doesn't want to actually hurt Kenren -- it's not that kind of a fight -- but there's something about the feel of slamming your fist into another man's side, isn't there? About rocking back with that flash of pain as a good hit lands, and then rocking forward again and giving back just as good as you got. It's mindless and stupid and destructive... but damn, it sure makes you feel alive, doesn't it? Who needs therapy when you can get a friend to punch you in the mouth a couple times?
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Ahh... it's been a while, hasn't it? Since the last time he felt so alive. It's not the same when your life is in danger and every second you can keep breathing is a second that needs to count. No, this is all about living the moment and savoring every last bit.
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He steps back immediately with a petulant "...ow", and tentatively pokes at the forming bruise, all the fight drained out of him. "That actually hurt." Says the man with blood dripping down his chin from a split lip and a half-dozen bruises of equal size already reddening his face and arms and back.
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"No broken ribs, I hope." (There can't be, he didn't hit him that hard).
Without waiting for Gojyo's reply he drags his feet back to the table to chug at whatever's left in his bottle. Tonight is the perfect night for irresponsible but enjoyable choices.
"Aaahh, that was good."
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"Fuck," he groans, dropping back into his chair and patting around under it for his cigarettes. "I'm gettin' old and fat if somebody like you can get a hit like that in." By which he naturally means thank you, Kenren, that was good.
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In a way.
He sits in comfortable silence for a minute, taking his time to light up another cigarette and start drinking from a fresh bottle. The drunkenness has fully kicked in now, which is good, considering how much more he'd be hurting otherwise.
"Hey... actually. There's somethin' I've noticed about this place..."
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Fuck, listen to him. He'll be giving a fuck about chamber music next.
"Yeah? What's that?"
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"I haven't pissed since I arrived. I thought the wine might do the trick, but no matter how much I drink my bladder won't get full."
He pauses, then looks at Gojyo, full of concern: "Do I even have a bladder anymore?"
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