genessia | That's not sneaky

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That's not sneaky | [Closed]

Who: Amberdrake & Sanzo
What: Sanzo is dumb about something and they talk. Idk.
Where: Hotel room
When: Mid July
Warnings: N/a but there will probably be angst

It had been a less than welcoming couple of weeks. Sanzo was already set on this place being horrible and wanting nothing to do with it! His pessimism and grumpy nature didn't made groceries any less necessary, so he had bags in his left hand as he made his way to their hotel room. His right hand was at his side, still stinging from the burn it received earlier. It would be his luck for him to stop taking the birds along to stem the harassment they attracted, to end up harassed anyways! And injured too. Even if it was just a small burn, Amberdrake wouldn't be pleased. Sanzo had done his best to wrap it up and hoped the healer would pretend he didn't notice it.

Sanzo knew it was fruitless to think he might hide it from Drake all together, but maybe there wouldn't be a fuss about it...? He resigned himself to that being highly unlikely and opened the door.

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"I believe you," Amberdrake chuckled, "I know you well enough to know trouble will find you pretty much no matter what you do."

He took Sanzo's hand in his much gentler ones and let his vision go unfocused as the Healing Gift threaded in. "It's something we have in common, honestly. My trouble just tends to involve less physical violence... usually."

Drake numbed the area and put a stop to the ongoing damage almost all burns came with, halting it in its tracks. Then came the repair, re-directing energy and fluids and fueling the natural healing process with his own power. Thus amplified, days of normal healing took place in a matter of moments.

"Thanks." Sanzo could be grateful, sometimes. Relief from the burn on the hand that had faced enough fire already was more than welcome. He'd never be pleased that the pain would be transferred to Drake but he'd given up that fight a while ago.

"Those birds have been bringing me most of the trouble here." He shot the birds, most of them snoozing on their perches, a mean look. Those that were awake peered back at him, totally innocent. "Anything loud and obnoxious is still drawn to me."

Sanzo's threshold for both 'loud' and 'obnoxious' was pitifully low.

Drake healed the burn until it was gone, and blindly peeled the bandaid off while he went ahead and did a little more work on Sanzo's long-injured hand. It looked normal enough to mundane eyes, but the damage from tanking a massive fireball on his home world still had the inside of that hand and arm more than a little... crispy.

Though at least they were well past the danger of the bones crumbling. Drake had reinforced them, first. It had taken a while, but he'd done it right.

"The birds like you because they have good taste," Amberdrake smiled a little as he worked. "And they're actually tiny Empaths themselves, so they know you like them, too. Don't worry," he couldn't resist a gentle tease, "I won't tell anyone."

Sanzo scowled in response to the teasing, he hated being teased, but there wasn't much venom behind it. Drake was right but that was most of why Sanzo was annoyed about it. It didn't matter if he was obvious or not, Drake would know. For what felt that like the hundredth time, he cursed Drake for being so terribly perceptive on top of being an Empath.

"They're trouble," he grumbled, avoiding the taunt the best he could. "I could have gone without meeting the jackasses they kept finding. Everyone wants to talk because of the damn birds."

"It's good you're meeting people, even if they're 'jackasses'," Amberdrake patted the hand he was working on, cradled in his other palm. "Isolation does you no favors, and I've been busy lately. I'm sorry about that."

"I don't need you around constantly." Sanzo sounded resentful but he was lonely a great deal of the time. The birds helped but it was still hard to going from rarely being apart from his friends for years to this. Sanzo couldn't hide the sudden spike of loneliness at remembering that but he pushed it away quickly.

"Meeting assholes that bother me isn't that great." He huffed. "I'm not sure if it counted as a someone or a something but one of them was tempting fate. Shit self preservation and sense of humor. It looked idiotic as well."

"What did it do?" Amberdrake asked, withdrawing the Gift after a bit more work on that hand. His eyes re-focused, but he didn't let go of Sanzo's hand. In fact, he started to pet it, like a skittish animal.

Sanzo grimaced at the memory of the Gengar. "It liked to pull faces, with illusions to back it at that. It got creative."

He still wished he had shot the thing, it was lucky it couldn't really talk, at least not in a way he understood. Adding a voice to the mix would have been dangerous for Sanzo's temper. His temper that may or may not be somewhat soothed by contact with Drake, but he didn't dwell much on that.

"Its owner was a moron, in more ways than one." Sanzo wasn't entirely sure that conversation had really happened or not. "He had some funny ideas about what I should do with my time."

"...Funny ideas?" Drake prompted, curious.

"He was interested in my lack of interest in children," Sanzo explained, still bemused by how that train of conversation happened. "He felt the need to suggest I just needed to 'find the right woman' or something along those lines."

Drake lifted the hand he'd been petting Sanzo's with up to cover his smile. An amused sound escaped anyway, and of course his mood was plain as day to Sanzo's Empathy. "I... I'm sorry, I just--- really?"

Sanzo squinted at Drake, suspicious of the laughter. It seemed like he was just laughing at what that idiot had said so he didn't get snappy.

"Yes," he replied, blunt but still confused by that whole ordeal. It was surreal enough to be stuck on another world without all this... "He wouldn't drop it until he left and that was after I nearly shot his pet."

"What an odd thing to fixate on about a stranger, though." Drake chuckled, and resumed petting Sanzo's hand. "I've known you for years now, and never once have you shown an interest in women."

As for having kids? The birds were close enough to children for Sanzo's sensibilities, clearly. And there was Goku, but Drake wasn't going to bring him up. It still wasn't the same as settling down with 'the right woman' and having children with her.

"He was odd." Sanzo didn't even bother to get annoyed at Drake's second comment. Drake knew more about his interests than he did, as much as that thought was disturbing. It's not like he was eager to prove him wrong either.

"There's a lot of freaks around here, the birds find every damn one of them." One of the birds murmured something sleepily, as if trying to contribute to the conversation. It promptly feel back asleep.

"Well... the birds found someone interesting for me, the other day," Drake offered, deciding now was as good a time as any to bring up Genos.

"Who?" Sanzo asked, actually curious. While not usually one for just chatting, he was bored and Drake was surprisingly tolerable when it came to things like this. Another thing Sanzo didn't dwell on.

"A young man named Genos," Amberdrake smiled a bit, enjoying Sanzo's lack of desire to take his hand back from the petting. "A speeding car came at us while we were talking, and he just... kicked it to stop it, and it worked. He pointed out that I wasn't terribly rattled by it, and that meant I was used to danger," Drake chuckled, because the assessment was accurate enough. "He suggested I hire a guard."

Where had Drake heard that suggestion, before?

"He kicked a car?" Maybe Sanzo shouldn't have been too surprised given what he'd seen both on his world and the two following that but still... Stopping a speeding car with your foot is impressive. Stopping a speeding car that might have otherwise hit Amberdrake was a bonus. Sanzo was not-so-secretly pleased and relieved.

"It sounds like he has a brain between his ears." He wasn't ruffled by that last comment, he still thought Drake could use a guard. If anything to soothe his own anxiety about Drake's safety.

"I've since hired him as a part-time bodyguard," Drake toyed with Sanzo's fingers, still happy that the priest's hand remained in his –- very loose -– custody. "I thought you might be pleased."

Sanzo hadn't forgotten that Drake still had his hand, it was hard to do so, but he wasn't showing any sign of doing anything about it. It wasn't worth thinking about. He was more interested in this guy that kicked a car anyway.

"If he can do something like that he's already suited to the job," Sanzo commented nonchalantly. Who was obviously worried for Amberdrake's safety? Not him, surely. "Is he actually trustworthy?"

"I admit part of my hiring him was so I could help him," Amberdrake smiled a little, tracing his fingertips along the bottom of one of Sanzo's bony fingers. "But yes, I believe so. He let me use the Gift to see his brain –- do you know what a cyborg is?"

"From TV," Sanzo replied, dubious as well as trying not to react to Drake messing with his hand. "Part human, part robot? Unless it means something else here. What's a robot need your help for?"

Not that Drake needed much prompting to help others. Sanzo felt he should be grateful for that, it had served him well, whether he liked it or not. He was appreciative of Drake's openly kind nature, even if it frustrated him.

"His brain is still human," Amberdrake replied, "the rest is mechanical. Like a full-body prosthetic. After the counseling and help I've given people who have lost a single limb... I can only imagine he will need some assistance at some point."

A full body prosthetic was an interesting way to look at it, and accurate. Sanzo couldn't see much to poke at with Drake's reasoning there so didn't needle him about it. That didn't mean he trusted this cyborg but he had already helped Amberdrake once. Someone that could take out a moving car so easily didn't need to be sneaky to cause harm either. Sanzo would continue to worry, but less so, he'd have to live with it.

"Is he the type to accept you being a busybody or are you going to trick him into help?" 'Like me' went unsaid. Sanzo's words weren't malicious. While not teasing in tone, he had meant that in a light-hearted way and his mood was content rather than actually critical.

Amberdrake traced another finger, amusing himself. Before the priest had lost all of his memory of the kestra'chern, he had often accused Drake of being fixated on his hands. He hadn't been wrong. Hands were important, to Healers and kestra'chern alike.

"I'm... not actually sure yet," he said, slowly with some thought, "maybe a bit of both, depending on the topic. He readily accepted that I could stabilize or even Heal his brain if needed, which is certainly a good thing. Looking at him with the Gift was so bizarre..."

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