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When Gojyo wakes up, he's back in his room.

It would have been so easy to dismiss the memory as a dream, and god, he would really like to. But the physical evidence is clear: the scratches on his chest are faint and nearly healed, but the ring of nail marks around the base of his cock will itch for another two days at least.

Not a dream, then.

He showers and dresses on automatic, chaining through a never-ending series of cigarettes (fresh, they're always fresh: the only thing that doesn't reset every night is him) until the room is lost in a cloud of acrid gray smoke.

He's never felt so betrayed. Love is supposed to hurt -- Mom taught him that -- but he never expected it to hurt like this. He's always known Hakkai would leave him one day. The people he cares about always leave him, that's just a given, like the sun rising. But to torture him first, until he broke and begged... that he can't forgive. Gojyo doesn't have much in the way of pride, but there are some things a man can't let go unpunished.

Hakkai is somewhere in this hotel, and Gojyo's going to find him. Now.

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Huh?

Hakkai would be wide eyed if one wasn't already swollen closed thanks to Gojyo's impeccable aim. Shifting a bit in his arms, he craned his neck around to peer up at him, an eyebrow cocked.

One point to Team Sha.

"Did I stutter?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow of his own. "Besides, folks disappear all th'time in this place. It's too dangerous for us t'be split up. So I guess I'm roomin' with you two."

Sanzo stared at him for a very, very long time. That actually sounded like logic coming from the kappa. What was this world coming to?

"It's my room, you bastard."

It wasn't every day that Hakkai had to admit that Gojyo had a point... but this time, he did. Sighing, he tried to reach up and touch Gojyo's arm to let him know he could let go.

"... he has a point, Sanzo."

"You don't need to sound so surprised." Letting Hakkai go, Gojyo stepped back, ducking his head to light a smoke. "I do more'n just fuck an' fight, you know."

"And yeah," he continued, turning to Sanzo. "It's your room. But if you can't trust him to be on his own, then it's about to be our room."

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Sanzo's brow twitched and he realized he would need a cigarette soon. Several of them in fact.

"This way." Which meant that he was agreeing to this. Because they were both right. It would be better if they all roomed together.

Even though he was loose now, Hakkai didn't move to follow Sanzo. He wasn't planning on trying to duck away from the monk. He just thought he should offer a suggestion to make life a little easier.

"... as it seems that you'll be entertaining another guest, perhaps we should find a larger room... a suite, perhaps? That way, you can both have a bed. The larger bathroom would be a plus as well."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Gojyo strolled past Hakkai to follow Sanzo. He might have stopped you from committing suicide by Sanzo, Hakkai, but that doesn't mean you're forgiven.

"Bet you twenty bucks your room's gotten bigger," he shrugged. "This place does shit like that. That is, assumin' th'hotel approves of us all shackin' up together."

"It would." Because it would assume that he would just sleep with these two when he had no intention of doing so. No, he fully intended to avoid sex at all costs.

Sanzo's thoughts could be so realistic. "If the room isn't bigger then we'll look for another."

Perhaps Gojyo could feel the flat stare leveled at his back, but a moment later, after a soft sigh, he followed the others. If he remembered correctly (and the hotel hadn't moved things around), Sanzo's room really was pretty close by, so they'd see when they got there.

Hakkai could stare all he liked. It wouldn't changed a goddamn thing.

"So where th'hell have you been, anyway?" he asked, leaving Hakkai completely behind and keeping pace with Sanzo. The burn on his arm itched like a motherfucker, and he couldn't help but rub at it. "Haven't seen you in months."

"Where we're supposed to be." In their world and not this place. He didn't know how he ended up here but he wasn't pleased with the cosmic joke that had been played.

Sanzo glanced down at what Gojyo was going and jabbed his elbow into him. "Stop rubbing, moron."

He watched them walking along before him and realized something he hated. Things were well and truly broken and for the first time since he'd taken his new name, he felt completely lost, even though he was following them as always.

His steps slowed as he glanced towards the line of doors they were passing as they walked down the hall. It would be all too easy to just slip into one of the rooms and perhaps, if the hotel was kind, it would let him disappear into some myriad and far off room, at least for a little while.

"Oi, fuck you, it's annoyin'," Gojyo grumbled, giving his burn one last scratch before shoving his hands back into his pockets. No matter how annoying the burn was, Hakkai's bruised and swollen face had to be twenty times as bad. And Hakkai had deserved it... but fuck if Gojyo didn't feel bad for the damage he'd caused.

The guilt hurt. It hurt a lot.

"You gotten laid yet, Cherry-chan?"

It was like magic how quickly that gun appeared to be pointed at Gojyo's face. Sanzo definitely knew how to quick draw, there was no doubts about that.

"One more word and I shoot you."

Then over his shoulder, he called, "Don't think about, Hakkai."

Damn it.

There was a moment of indecision. Should he attempt it? The door was just a step away... but if he took that chance, it could end up with Sanzo shooting him and he had a feeling that Gojyo's earlier threat wasn't just a threat.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he ducked his head and looked back down the hall and after his... companions.

At this point, he couldn't really call them friends.

Don't even try it? What was Hakkai...?

Oh.

God fucking dammit. He'd been so mad that he'd forgotten just how fragile Hakkai was. How little it took to send him over the edge.

"Oi," he called back. "You think I saved your ass back there just so you could hand it over to this fuckin' hotel?" Emphatically, he dropped his cigarette on the lush red carpet and ground it into dust, smearing charcoal and tobacco bits in as wide a patch as he could.

"You can't get rid of us that easy."

Putting the gun away, he looked back at Hakkai completely before continuing on his way, reaching into his robes for his cigarettes. And for a lighter. He needed one if he was going to have to keep dealing with out broken Hakkai was.

"If three of us are rooming together then that means three in a room," he pointed out as he lit up.

Hakkai met Sanzo's brief glance with one of his own, but he remained silent. So many others would be complaining and arguing all the way, but he really didn't have anything to say. What could he say? He'd tried apologizing and it had been thrown back in his face, but what did he expect? He'd done the same thing.

For now, his brain was locked in a loop, jumbled words ringing in his head as he absently reached up to examine his swollen eye.

I've had enough of your hands- all the pain you want- that's it- after fucking your sister-

Before he realized what he was doing, he was working his swollen, split lips into some cracked version of his usual placid smile.

Running and hiding behind a smile was almost as bad as running and hiding in some dark corner of the hotel. But it wasn't his problem, was it? Hakkai had made that perfectly clear.

So Gojyo said nothing, waiting silently for Hakkai to catch up with him and Sanzo. Only then did he turn to Sanzo, with his best petulant monkey impression.

"Are we there yet?"

Rather than answering, Sanzo opened the door to his room, letting out a large puff of smoke as he did. Hell, it looked bigger to him. And still too luxurious for his tastes. It was rather disgusting really.

"Here."

So apparently he wasn't the best judge for whether they needed a new room or not.

Hakkai didn't even really bother to look as he quietly excused himself and brushed past the two of them. It wasn't a case of bad manners. All he wanted right then was to clean up and do what he could to treat his face. The room really was larger, but he barely even glanced at it.

It was a huge room! The bed itself was more than big enough for two (hell, you could probably fit three there comfortably), with more than enough room to put one or two bodies on the floor and still move around. There was even a decent-sized table over by the window, with a couple chairs, and the glimpse he got of the bathroom before Hakkai vanished into it looked plenty roomy, too.

Yeah, he could live here.

"You've been holdin' out on me, Sanzo!" Gojyo cackled, flopping onto the bed (boots and all). "Flip ya for th'bed."

Sanzo was just shrugging his robe down around his waist when he saw what Gojyo was doing. Forgetting all about Hakkai for the time being, he grabbed a large fan and brought it over to smack the redhead with it.

"Get off before I kill you."

That was his bed, damn it.

No matter how some things changed, so many stayed the same.

Hakkai half listened to the others in the other room as he leaned in to check out just how bad he looked in the mirror before he started to clean himself up. From what he could tell, the bathroom was a good deal larger as well, which was a good thing as it seemed they'd be sharing it... unless Gojyo didn't get off the bed.