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Take a look, it's in a book

Who: Gojyo and Chikusa
What: Fighting. What else do they do?
When: January 9th
Where: the Far Shore library
Warnings: See individual post headers

[ He needs to learn about shrines. What they're made of, what they do, where they need to go, and with what pieces. What not to do when making one. Their range. How to make them work stronger, feed their god more.

Because that's what it is. It's a god feeder, streaming magic life into the folks attached to them. As much as he hates being a shinki and every. fucking. piece. of being a shinki, at least he's not a god. At least he won't vanish if everyone forgets him.

So he's looking for books on shrines. But he's also looking for books on really really graphic ancient sex -- something inside him crawls up and died a little at the centerfold -- and coffee table books building boats and increasing his paleo index and music, popular artists of the last ten years, in heaven and in the mortal world, a cookbook snagged entirely at random, and volume six of the History of Discorporeal Places -- not incorporeal, the introduction hastened to add. Discorporeal. (It's kind of a fun word to say.)

And he thinks he's got what he needs. He thinks the books he's skimmed so far will have the information that he needs to set up Votelli's shrine, and he's got an idea where a goddess of trees's shrine would be best located (suburban garden centers, it's big box garden centers in the lawn-having parts of town, away from the evening noise)... now he just needs to get out of here before Chikusa shows up. What odds do you give him? ]

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[ Fuck. Of course Chikusa would pick the right book. Of course he fucking would.

Thankfully, his reactions are all messed up from the pain in his arm, which makes it easy to just snort at the book and focus on Chikusa's other (invasive, unnecessary, meddling) questions. ]

What kind of stupid logic is that? Come on, you can do better.

[He's not sure he can, actually, but like hell is he telling Gojyo that. Ken, and no one else, will get to know his insecurities... especially not the man in front of him.]

What kind of stupid logic is is to assume Hakkai doesn't care? [His eyes narrow minutely.] We've had to deal with his for months now... And I clearly can't rely on either of you.

[A rattled out sigh.]

Just make this easy...

[ And that earns Chikusa a laugh, loud and mocking. ]

Why the hell would I try to make your life easier, asshole?

[ The ache isn't fading at all, but he can't stay here forward. Cautiously, he straightens up, but he keeps his arm tight to his chest. ]

Are you gonna keep chasin' me if I walk off again?

Yes.

[...He might not, actually, but that's what he means by 'easier'. Clearly he has to put some effort into this.... because, if he doesn't, Gojyo just keeps running free, hurting people that matter.]

[Goku has said that he's usually good.. but, looking at him now, Chikusa can't see it.]

As long as you keep hurting Hakkai... and he keeps letting you.

[ Well. He can't be mad about that kind of loyalty.

...That's a lie, he's mad as hell, but it doesn't change the fact that Hakkai's inspired this kind of faithfulness. If he wasn't just barely more put together than a soulless, if he had a working brain instead of an overworking heart, he might be able to see Hakkai in the same light.

But he can only work with what he's been given. ]

Fine.

[ He faces Chikusa straight on, and holds his uninjured arm out to the side, a display of just how unarmed he is. How defenseless. ]

I hurt him just by bein' alive and wearin' this face. You gonna do something about that?

If it were only that easy...

[He has no emotions tied to killing Gojyo. As far as he's concerned, Gojyo is just another human being in a wold filled to the brim with him. He offers Chikusa nothing on his own merit. If anything, he's a detriment to the life Chikusa has gotten here in the Far Shore: the one where he and Ken can wake up in somewhere solid, somewhere stationary, and curl around a table while Hakkai cooks something warm and sweet in the kitchen. Christmas and Befana both were good, without Gojyo's presence around to ruin it. At least, that's what Chikusa thinks.]

[Maybe killing Gojyo would be good. It could stop the constant on-off cycle of him hurting Hakkai. It would still hurt Hakkai, of course, but... maybe it could hurt him only for a little while. It could hurt, and then heal, because Gojyo wouldn't be there anymore to keep peeling the wound open again and again.]

[But Gojyo could always come back. Hakkai could learn about it and, at the very least, never want to see Chikusa again. That sort of outcome... It's one Chikusa has realized he can't deal with. It would hurt him and, worse, Ken.]

[So he won't.]

Still... That's convenient for you, isn't it...? That you hurt him so passively.

[ So it's true -- Hakkai really did tell the little shit not to kill him.

How about that. ]

It's the best. [ He's never had much of a poker face, but there's no time like the present to practice, right? ] My favorite's when he drops the smile and gets that look like somebody just ate a puppy.

[That poker face would have a slightly better chance of working if not for something he'd heard recently, and Chikusa tilts his chin up.]

Funny... Because I heard that one of the reasons he loves you is because you're so caring.

[ His jaw clenches at that, but the smirk doesn't waver. Maybe if he can convince Chikusa that he's the monster Chikusa thinks he is -- which shouldn't take much convincing at all, really -- then the kid will leave him alone.

Or kill him. Either way. ]

Then you heard wrong. when have you even known me to be caring?

[...]

Votelli.

[ His expression stiffens, and he only barely manages to catch himself before he flicks a glance at the book Chikusa's holding. ]

That's not caring, dumbass. You know what I could do to this place if I had the great rebel god in my corner?

[God. God. Gojyo is so stupid. Chikusa's gaze goes a little distant in a way that's different than the usual, and it's only his lack of energy that has him not drag his hands down his face.]

No. [Paper wishes it could be this flat.] What would you do.

Stick around, [ he leers with a wink. Look what a good bad guy he is! A total threat. Very dangerous. ]

Maybe you'll get to find out.

...You didn't think this far ahead, did you.

[Heaving out a sigh, Chikusa reaches up to adjust his glasses.]

[ Is he annoyed enough to let Gojyo leave? Let's find out. ]

If that's what you need to tell yourself, [ he shrugs, and turns to go. ]

[So the perfect target for a throwable object. Hey, Gojyo, how thick was that book you picked out- ]

[ The flat of the book smacks Gojyo square in the back of the head, hard enough that he stumbles forward a step or two.

That's it. That's fucking it. He's tried walking away, tried getting Chikusa to start the fight, but nothing's working. So he'll try the big guns.

He turns... and pulls out his phone. Ring ring, Hakkai. ]

[Honestly, he didn't want to seriously injure Gojyo so much as just hurt him a little, or piss him off... so this all works out. He makes direct eye contact, even as Gojyo pulls out his phone. There are only too people he could be calling right now...]

[...And, when clearly the called party doesn't pick up, Chikusa can pretty much guess who it is. As Gojyo is forced to devolve into typing with one hand, Chikusa starts to slink forward. He's not overtly smug, but it's still there.]

Is he not answering?

[ For a minute, he thinks Chikusa might be right. Maybe Hakkai's not going to answer him. Maybe he's going to end up standing here like an idiot, staring at a blank phone screen, while his own personal tormenter mocks him.

But then the phone lights up, and Gojyo sighs with relief. He can't spare the fingers to flip Chikusa off while he's typing, but he can ignore him completely, which is almost as good. ]

[Darn. Hakkai gave in. Still, while Gojyo is busy typing up a response to whatever Hakkai has said, Chikusa tries to quietly go around him so that he can attempt to read over his shoulder.]

[ Gojyo will never be so invested in a text message that he won't see the peson he's fighting with trying to sneak up behind him. ]

Oi. [ With a snarl, he jams his phone back into his pocket and jabs an accusing finger in Chikusa's face. ] Back off, you snoopy little shit!

[ His phone chimes quietly from his pocket, indicating a response waiting, but he leaves it where it is for now. ]

[Chikusa blinks down at the finger in his way.]

...What... I can't hear what you're going to tell Hakkai about me...?

[ Sometimes, the shit Chikusa says makes it hard to be mad at him, because he's just so thick. Not for the first time, Gojyo wonders if whatever experiments made Ken into a petting zoo transformer damaged Chikusa's brain somehow. He knows so much about magic, and secret ninja-type fighting, but he's just such an idiot when it comes to people. ]

It's none of your goddamn business, that's why.

But you're talking about me.

[So it's stupid to say it's not his business. Chikusa squints at him, just a little bit. By which it's a minuscule amount, but, still.]

And you an' Hakkai have talked about me plenty of times, and I don't remember you givin' me a summary afterward.

[ He really wishes he could fold his arms. That's the kind of statement that requires folded arms. ]

You want to know what I said? Ask him yourself.

[ And get scolded in the process, heh heh. ]

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cw: basically a suicidal comment

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