Beauty and the Priest

A/N: Well, I wanna thank all of the people who reviewed (it makes me so happy ). Mostly everything that I havta say will be said after the chapter, so you can enjoy the chappie now and listen to me ramble afterwards. So…enjoy!

P.S. Just outta curiosity, do I seriously have to disclaim every chapter? -- Cuz if I didn't own it the first two chappie things…what makes anyone think I own it now?

Chapter Two

How the hell he deserved not only having the fool living in his house and in his class, Sanzo wasn't really sure. Probably something horrible he'd done in his past life, he figured. All he knew was that for some reason or another, he already hated the guy.

He hated that the man was only in his house because he'd been blackmailed into it. And Hakkai played such an innocent, I'm-the-victim-here act that he wanted to puke. As if he'd sensed him, Hakkai turned his gaze and gave a look like a deer would when an eighteen-wheeler was plowing towards them.

Sanzo sighed and moved behind his desk, giving an introduction to his class. It was going to be a hell of a long semester.

Hakkai made it home before Sanzo did, but went to his room to unload his backpack of its various items and trail down to the kitchen for a snack. He was surprised at the sight of someone already being there and them definitely not being Sanzo.

The boy didn't see Hakkai immediately, as he was half way submerged in the fridge, digging through it frantically despite the various foods cluttering the counter beside him. He continued to mutter about the lack of anything good to eat while Hakkai slowly moved behind him, racking his brain for the proper action to take.

Gojyo never said anything to him about there being someone else living here. And this person was definitely not Sanzo, Hakkai noted, taking in the boy's unruly chocolate colored locks.

Before Hakkai could make up his mind however, the boy decided there was nothing to be found that was worthwhile and so he stood and slammed the door closed, turning and freezing at the sight of a wide-eyed Hakkai.

"What the hell?!" The boy demanded, reaching behind him and grabbing something.

The light streaming in over the sink through the window flashed off of the item and Hakkai immediately knew that the boy had a knife. While he'd taken various fighting classes a few years back, he was (fairly) certain that he was still at a disadvantage. Backing away, he held his hands up in a surrendering fashion.

"Look, you should just–"

Hakkai stopped his persuasion speech short as the boy somehow managed to hop over the island separating them and slashed at him with the knife. Automatically dodging and catching the boy's wrist and twisting it painfully behind him, Hakkai moved the knife to where it was held at the boy's neck out of muscle memory more than strategy.

"Calm down," Hakkai muttered, holding the struggling boy who was more focused on escaping than the knife being held precariously close to his throat.

"Easy for you to say: You're not the one being held up by a psycho who just walks into people's houses!" The boy snapped, breaking out of Hakkai's grip with the knife.

Shit, Hakkai cursed mentally, rolling his wrist to ease the pain away. The boy had the strength of a horse; never before had anyone been able to escape a hold on pure power. His gaze never left the boy, who was silently sizing him up through hazel hues dark with suspicion.

"Great, I leave you idiots here for two seconds and you try to kill each other," Sanzo muttered, entering the kitchen without bothering to offer the two more than a glance.

"Sanzo!" The boy exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. He paused and glanced at Hakkai then back at the blonde. "Wait, you know him?"

"He lives here," Sanzo informed him. Already moving towards the hall leading to the store part of the house, he glared at the boy. "And damn it, Goku, clean up after yourself!"

"I was going to!" Goku protested defensively. "I just got sidetracked when this guy-"

"Hakkai," the said man offered quietly.

"–Hakkai came in and surprised me!" Goku finished. When Sanzo didn't answer, Goku sighed and moved to put the knife away. Glancing at Hakkai, he frowned slightly. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's…no problem," Hakkai admitted with a small smile. "I didn't know anyone else lived here other than Sanzo."

Goku moved the food on the counter to the island and grinned. "Nope, I live here too. So when did ya get here?"

"Last night," Hakkai told him.

Goku nodded as he turned and began hauling various items next to the refrigerator to the island. "Makes sense; I went to sleep early yesterday. Otherwise I would've heard you when you first came in."

Hakkai didn't bother to reply since he really had no idea if the boy was telling a truth or not. As he watched the boy make himself what appeared to be a monstrous sandwich consisting of almost half of a new loaf of bread, his gaze flickered over the features of the young man before him. "Are you Sanzo's…brother?"

Goku paused, sparing Hakkai a confused, wide-eyed glance. He turned back to his sandwich quickly, replying, "Nah, I just live here 'cause Sanzo's cool with it." The strange tone lingering in his voice said that was all the information Hakkai was going to get.

"I didn't think so," Hakkai admitted, watching Goku gather up everything messily before shoving it back into the refrigerator and tossing used silverware in the sink.

Goku grabbed a bag of Doritos out of a cabinet as he balanced the plate with a sandwich on it in the other hand. He began to head out of the kitchen when he paused in the doorway, remembering something and going back to the fridge. Hakkai watched in fascination as the boy dug out a two-liter, held the bag of Doritos between his teeth, closed the door of the refrigerator with a foot and headed for the door again. "Come on," he called back to Hakkai. Or at least, that's what Hakkai figured he said and so he followed the brunette through the main entry way before trailing towards the back of the house and to a room in the east corner of the structure.

"Sorry 'bout the mess," Goku mumbled past the Doritos bag, before kicking the door open.

Hakkai paused momentarily. 'Mess' was nowhere near the meaning of Goku's room. Vaguely he noted that Goku was sitting cross legged on his bed with the television on, asking him what was wrong through a mouthful of sandwich. But at the moment, Hakkai was trying to figure out exactly how far under the floor was beneath the numerous feet of clothing and various other items. He blinked at Goku, who was staring at him curiously.

"I said sorry about the mess," Goku repeated seemingly slightly hurt at the sight of Hakkai's disturbed expression. "Just step on the clothes and you'll be fine."

Hakkai hesitated in making his way over to the bed and upon finally reaching his destination, Goku flashed him a huge grin. "You made it!"

Hakkai offered a small smile. "Yeah," looking at the way he came he added, "Luckily without any injuries."

Goku pointed to the bag of Doritos, apparently choosing to ignore the comment. "Want some?"

Although he'd offered, Hakkai was fairly certain that he'd heard an undertone meaning he was hoping Hakkai would say no. Luckily for him, Goku's room would have made Hakkai lose an appetite had he had one. "No, thanks."

Goku shrugged and reached in, grabbing a handful. "So what kinda shows do you watch?"

Hakkai blinked at the screen as if seeing it for the first time. The flat screen plasma television was crisp and clean, neatly contrasting to Goku's room.

"I don't usually watch TV." Hakkai admitted carefully, blinking at the low volume screen.

"Really?" Goku asked. "Well, then you don't mind if we watch this, do ya?"

Hakkai shook his head and Goku pulled a remote from under a t-shirt on his bed, turning up the volume. "This is MTV. It's the only thing that's slightly amusing around this time."

Hours later, Hakkai left Goku's room, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. How many different shows did he watch? He'd long ago lost count. After his confession, it seemed that Goku had to give him a 101 on everything that came on the five hundred some odd channels available on his TV.

Stumbling to his room, he plopped onto his bed, giving the floor a very appreciative glance he would not have before had he not known Goku's living quarters. Now in the comfort of his room, his thoughts returned to problems prior of meeting the boy down the hallway. To the man that had taken an immediate hatred of him the moment he stepped into his life without permission.

What was his problem anyway? Hakkai wracked his brain for a possible reason that the moody blond would hate him. The only thing that he could come up with is the fact that he'd arrived at his house at three in the morning. Which, it was understandable to be angry about. But seriously, the man should've gotten over it by now, right?

Moving to sit at the desk in the corner and turning it on, he logged on and began to research on possible topics for the huge paper to be due in history in at the end of the semester. He didn't get far into his Google search when his cell phone began to ring. Flipping it open, and checking the ID, he answered, cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear as he continued topic-looking. "Hey Gojyo."

"Have you lost your mind yet?"

"What?"

A short laugh was the first response. "You've been living with the monkey and Sanzo the tight ass for twenty-four hours. I was asking if you were sane enough to go drinkin' since me an' Doku are gonna go and check this place out. It's pretty close to Doku's place."

"Okay," Hakkai agreed. "But I don't have a car and I highly doubt Sanzo's going to let me borrow his."

"I'll come and get you then," Gojyo assured him. "Be ready in ten, kay?"

"Right," Hakkai replied, logging of the computer before turning it off. He stood and stretched, heading for the door.

"Gojyo," Hakkai began as the two sped along the highway, heading for the bar. The red head offered a grunt before the green eyed man continued. "You do realize that you've asked me out on a date, right?"

"What? Hakkai, what the hell are you–?"

Hakkai gave his friend a grin. "So really, it's been you all this time that has been gay; that's why you asked if I liked blondes…you wanted me to say I liked red heads, right?"

Catching on quickly to Hakkai's verbal revenge, Gojyo frowned. "Don't make me throw you out of the car, Hakkai." Hakkai simply chuckled and didn't respond.

A/N: So, I think that this one is slightly longer than the last one…. And sorry for the lackage (no, it's not a word, I made it up ) of updates. I was busy with finals and then my job is being completely evil so… sighs I haven't had a lot of free time. But I'm looking for a new job oo (freakin sweet!) and am going to apply to the library! Ch, workin' with ice cream is the lamest thing ever… Anyways, I'll keep writing as long as you keep tolerating me.

Until next time

Kage Kitsune of Wrath