A/N: Been wrestling with forms and other headache-inducing things most of the day. Killing monsters would be a vacation….
“Is there a specific reason to rush?” Cho frowned, turning off the water and taking Gojyo’s offered towel.
“No, but… Sanzo’s twitchy.” The hacker eyed the bathroom door. “Could be he’s just paranoid. Then again, they are out to get him.”
There wasn’t nearly enough towel to cover everything at once. Though it was interesting trying to wrap the tentacles in with the rest of him. “You mean, out to get Goku,” Cho corrected him.
“I don’t think so,” Gojyo shook his head. “Sure, Goku’s youkai, I bet they’d shoot him if they caught him. But Sanzo’s… sweet mother of mercy. Did you think about what that sutra of his did?”
He’d barely had time to, between falling unconscious and now, but- oh. “It rewrote an entire virus,” Cho stated. “Inside an infected host.”
“Entire alien virus,” Gojyo nodded. “And I think I really want to hide under a bed now. Only that’d just mean the evil alien baddies could drag me out whenever they wanted.”
Cho started toweling faster. “This is going to be a very interesting explanation, isn’t it?”
“I think we can mix explaining and breakfast.” Gojyo cast him a relatively polite look askance while he grabbed clothes; it never dipped below the chest, waving tentacles or not. “You’ve been out for three days. You’ve got to be as starved as the kid.”
Cho felt his stomach rumble, and brushed back nervous hair. “I was trying not to think about it? The way the youkai referred to humans, I didn’t want to-”
“Chow down on hash and eggs?” Gojyo cut him off. “Yeah, I get it, bachelor cooking. Kiss of death. Make a guy feel wanted.”
Compared to what he’d feared he was craving, hash and eggs sounded absolutely wonderful. “I think I could stand it. Just this once.” Hakkai pulled on the loose long-sleeved green shirt; it wasn’t quite roomy enough to wrap his tentacles around him under it, but it fit otherwise. He’d just have to get creative in sewing alterations. “Although if you make a custom of not having fruit in the house, we’ll be having words.”
The stairs and trapdoor up were an interesting touch. Hakkai tried to focus on the details of wood and subtle polymer bracing, rather than think about why Goku was behind him, between him and Sanzo as they all climbed up into the sun-
A strange brunette in violet silk and gold jewelry let Hakuryuu’s drone launch from her hands, the little dragon circling Hakkai as if it weren’t sure where to land. “Well, well. Good morning.”
“Not that I’m ever sorry to see a lovely lady,” Gojyo tossed back his hair with a wide smile, “but I know I had the alarms up. So how did you get in here?”
“Never mind how,” Sanzo said sourly. “What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like?” The brunette sat at Gojyo’s table graciously as if taking a throne, long-nailed fingers weaving together. “Being merciful and compassionate.”
“Um.” Gojyo edged behind Goku, even as the youngster grinned.
“Aw, you taught him about that already!” The brunette beamed. “You really are a good Sanzo.”