thenearshore | You promised me heaven then put me through hell

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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!"

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"No, that's what I said," Gojyo protests, leaning drunkenly half over the table, fumbling over the trash there. He sweeps it to the side with an annoyed jerk of his arm, sending empty bottles and a takeout container to the floor.

"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?"

Kenren cringes as he hears the bottles hit the floor, but he never stops looking Gojyo in the eye. It was probably silly of him to have assumed that his only punishment for rebelling against the entirety of Heaven was to stop Gyumaoh's resurrection now, but the truth is he didn't regret his actions. Not even one bit.

"... Assuming you really are my reincarnation? Yeah. You can blame it all on me."

Sorry, but he wasn't going to say sorry.

Un-fucking-believable. Who the fuck would do something like that? To a kid? Fuck, so his whole fucking life, his mom and dad, and then his other mom, all those years alone... and it worked out okay in the end, sure, but what the hell kind of monstrous fucking gods would--

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?"

Wait, what?

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.

Without any warning, Gojyo squeezes his pointing hand into a fist and slams it into Kenren's face.

"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!"

Yeah, that he also didn't see coming, so the punch hits him fully. He scrambles blindly for a second, nearly toppling his chair over, then stands up to yell back at the top of his lungs.

"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.

And then not only does Kenren try to knock his chair out from under him (mostly successfully, by the way), but he also opens his stupid fucking mouth and says more stupid shit.

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!"

A part of him tells him that he should just stand there and take the beatings and let those count as Gojyo resenting him, but even with all the alcohol his reflexes are too good. He steps to the side to try and dodge that punch, but it hits him in the ear instead.

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?!"

He'd better fucking start throwing punches back. This isn't a beating, it's a fight, dammit!

"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?!"

Kenren manages to catch Gojyo's punch in his hand this time.

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!"

Finally.

"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?

Kenren doesn't take long to get into the fight. He's not looking to hurt Gojyo either, but he sure is giving back as good as he gets. Soon, he's laughing in-between pants and grunts. This is both cathartic and exhilarating and he only hopes Gojyo is enjoying it as much as he is.

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.

Gojyo is enjoying the fight tremendously. At least, until he fails to twist just right and bring his arm up just right and one of Kenren's blows slips through and catches him too hard in the ribs.

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.

"Heh..." Kenren is equally roughed up, bruises, a blackening eye, blood dripping from the corner of his lip... He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"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."

Edited 2016-07-29 23:51 (UTC)

Gojyo pokes at his rib a couple more times, just to make sure that they're fine. Nothing broken, but damn is he going to have a welt there in the morning!

"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.

Kenren chuckles, wordlessly accepting the compliment. It wasn't normal for him to have the other party also come out of a fight feeling good and he had to wonder if it had anything to do with how this had been a fight between... himself.

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..."

The ache from the bruise is already fading, but it's as good an excuse as any to crack open a fresh bottle himself. He's still not a fan of grape wine, but he has to admit, it gets the job done! The reds are a little heavy for him -- like drinking the dregs of a pot of tea -- but the whites? Those are pretty nice.

Fuck, listen to him. He'll be giving a fuck about chamber music next.

"Yeah? What's that?"

Kenren is wearing a very serious expression. It's the face of a man who is preparing himself to speak about heavy matters.

"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?"

Gojyo meets Kenren's eye like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.

"Oh thank fuck," he breathes, "it's not just me." He gestures broadly to the mess of takeout containers scattered throughout the room. "All this, and I didn't shit once! I was startin' to think there was somethin' wrong with me."

He pokes at his stomach, wincing slightly -- hey, there's a lot of liquid in there! His poor full stomach. "I get full, but then it's like I'm just not full anymore. Like it vanishes. Is that what it's like for you too?"

Kenren pokes his own stomach experimentally, in spite of the discomfort. "Yeah, yeah, that's exactly it! What the actual fuck?"

He pauses, cogs slowly turning in his brain.

"D'you think it's just us?" He hasn't brought this up with anybody else so far, but if they're still working under the assumption that Gojyo is his reincarnation and all... well, who knows.

Gojyo considers that for a moment. Is it worse if it's just them, or if everyone in heaven has ceased to shit?

"We should ask 'em," he decides at last, taking a careful swig of wine. Now that he's thinking about it, he can almost feel the fullness in his belly fading -- but without the usual weight building in his bladdar, it just feels wrong. "Everybody, I mean. Everybody should know about this." It's important! Vitally important! But... there's a lot of people in heaven. "...How're we gonna ask everybody?"

"We can't just walk up to people and ask!" Kenren replies, almost offended. "If it's really just us two then we're gonna have a Reputation."

He leans back on his chair to further consider this.

"We need to ask without giving ourselves away. No one must know."

Edited 2016-08-01 15:03 (UTC)

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