"It's dangerous to assume that asshole was bluffin'." He says like it was another him, but absolutely knows that the come on was real. "He wanted that. But I know that's very well taken an' happily so, an' I'm a thief but I ain't that kinda thief."
"Well, if Devero ever wisens up and runs screaming for the hills, maybe I'll pencil you in next," Koumyou tells him cheerfully, reaching over to pat Yondu on the shoulder.
Yeah, he still figures this is jokes. It's okay.
"Alright, I think there's a... bus? Something like a bus, around here..."
And forgot because I'd deleted the notif but I'm back with a time skip!
Riding a bus with this man is a little funny, considering. He's in full vigilante gear, which is essentially his Ravager gear, right next to Koumyou who's considerably more...
Well. Koumyou.
But he has to be careful to call him that instead of Sanzo, and watches his mouth the whole way there. Each time it comes out of his mouth he looks a little apologetic.
It's fucking jarring to be called by his homyo like that, but Koumyou endures it. Although his students call him Sanzo, he supposes holding to their patterns as if they're still in the illusion is smart.
At least, while out in public like this.
They do eventually make it to his little house, though. Off the bus and a short walk later. He unlocks the door with keys that don't feel right in his hand, and peers inside.
"Kour-- Genjo?"
See, everyone here's dealing with name shit. The Genjo in the illusion won't know his original name, so he has to just use his homyo as well.
At least it's not improper for a fellow Sanzo priest, but this whole situation is going to stay weird in a lot of ways for a long time yet.
"Are you home?"
"Kitchen!" Genjo's deep voice calls out, and Koumyou steps into the house, holding the door for Yondu.
Yondu steps inside, and while he has a false memory of having encountered Koumyou's boy before he's very aware that this is a first meeting. And kind of a privilege. His knowledge of meeting Genjo has no specifics attached, no real details. It's a 'memory' in the most generic of senses.
So he doesn't expect the voice. He just follows the Sanzo in as bidden, making sure the door closes behind him.
Koumyou leads the way into the kitchen, where his adult son is standing over a pot of noodles on the stove, with a wooden spoon in his hand and one of his usual sour expressions on his face.
His adult,
grown-up,
tall son.
He'd been top-of-bicep height when Koumyou had died shielding him. Now here he is at only two inches shorter than his father. His features are sharper, but his hair and his eyes are the exact same.
And this is the first time Koumyou's seen him like this... as himself.
So he just stares.
Sorry Yondu, you're up.
Genjo glances over and eyes his father critically--
"You're dressed weird. And I see you found a stray."
Well, Peter had a good four or five inches on Yondu, so being tall isn't so strange. Though it's unfortunate that Koumyou's just now realizing it.
"Yeah, we was gonna look somethin' up. You seen a big muscle man around lookin' for him?" He thumbs towards the older Sanzo. "Looks like he goes to the gym ever' day?"
He speaks casually and tries not to react to the fact that he's seeing Koumyou's fully grown lanky ass son here.
No one comes looking for his father, he'd certainly remember them if they did. Muscles or otherwise.
Genjo turns back to the pot he's minding, and then shoots a glance Yondu and Koumyou's way. He somehow manages to make it abrupt when he asks, "You staying for dinner?"
Koumyou seems to snap out of it with a few hard blinks, and very belatedly tells his son, "--You're dressed weird."
"Tch!" Genjo gives the pasta a good stir. "You're just going senile, old man."
He notices there's something protective in that statement. Like maybe he remembers, but doesn't remember.
"Yeah, keep a look out. He might got somethin' important on 'im we're lookin' for." He'll just call it something important. That'll work as well as anything, with Koumyou being a teacher and all.
But there's some clothing discussion so Yondu's just gonna let that strange interaction happen. See if he can come up with any excuses beyond "your face is weird".
"Spaghetti," Genjo replies flatly, pulling down plates for them all. And one extra for the runt, should she show up in time to join them.
Koumyou actually takes his hands back out of his sleeves to take Yondu by the elbow and lead him out to the dining room. Once out of earshot of his grumpy adult son, he whispers, "He was thirteen when I died. How did he get so big?!"
Well, by living past thirteen, obviously, but it's still quite the change to take in all at once.
Oh lord, he's... gonna have a trial, eating it. But he takes a seat, already grabbing a toothpick 'cause he knows he's gonna need it.
"Kids grow." Yondu mutters simply enough, before shaking his head.
"I dunno. Maybe this was the place to take him from where he'd be easiest to get to for whatever reason." To trick him into believing that this was the way things had always been.
"I always knew he was strong, but I really feared he wouldn't live long enough to get tall. Thirteen is terribly young to become the most hunted person on the planet, and I... barely trained him at all."
Part of his failing, that. One part of many, many failings. He should have sucked it up and trained Kouryuu just as early and brutally as he himself had been trained. He should have just...
Koumyou's train of thought is handily interrupted when his very tall and grown son comes into the room with plates of food for all three of them. Somehow, Genjo manages to make it grumpy when he sets one in front of Yondu, and then Koumyou, and then sits down with his own.
"You should talk to Selenay sometime... Shit. Shit, right. I saw her earlier and I fuckin'-"
He'd hit on her too. But he hadn't known who he was and he doubted he'd run into her again. But in his mind, not a failing. Nothing him nor Selenay could help. He was lucky that he could watch Peter goddamn Quill long into his thirties.
He sees that Koumyou has trouble eating enough in this world, too, so he just snorts and shakes his head and dabs at a meatball first (since that's what he knows he can eat without trouble).
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When the person is actually his friend, anyway.
"Alright. Let's go."
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Yeah, he still figures this is jokes. It's okay.
"Alright, I think there's a... bus? Something like a bus, around here..."
And forgot because I'd deleted the notif but I'm back with a time skip!
Well. Koumyou.
But he has to be careful to call him that instead of Sanzo, and watches his mouth the whole way there. Each time it comes out of his mouth he looks a little apologetic.
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At least, while out in public like this.
They do eventually make it to his little house, though. Off the bus and a short walk later. He unlocks the door with keys that don't feel right in his hand, and peers inside.
"Kour-- Genjo?"
See, everyone here's dealing with name shit. The Genjo in the illusion won't know his original name, so he has to just use his homyo as well.
At least it's not improper for a fellow Sanzo priest, but this whole situation is going to stay weird in a lot of ways for a long time yet.
"Are you home?"
"Kitchen!" Genjo's deep voice calls out, and Koumyou steps into the house, holding the door for Yondu.
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So he doesn't expect the voice. He just follows the Sanzo in as bidden, making sure the door closes behind him.
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His adult,
grown-up,
tall son.
He'd been top-of-bicep height when Koumyou had died shielding him. Now here he is at only two inches shorter than his father. His features are sharper, but his hair and his eyes are the exact same.
And this is the first time Koumyou's seen him like this... as himself.
So he just stares.
Sorry Yondu, you're up.
Genjo glances over and eyes his father critically--
"You're dressed weird. And I see you found a stray."
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"Yeah, we was gonna look somethin' up. You seen a big muscle man around lookin' for him?" He thumbs towards the older Sanzo. "Looks like he goes to the gym ever' day?"
He speaks casually and tries not to react to the fact that he's seeing Koumyou's fully grown lanky ass son here.
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"No."
No one comes looking for his father, he'd certainly remember them if they did. Muscles or otherwise.
Genjo turns back to the pot he's minding, and then shoots a glance Yondu and Koumyou's way. He somehow manages to make it abrupt when he asks, "You staying for dinner?"
Koumyou seems to snap out of it with a few hard blinks, and very belatedly tells his son, "--You're dressed weird."
"Tch!" Genjo gives the pasta a good stir. "You're just going senile, old man."
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"Yeah, keep a look out. He might got somethin' important on 'im we're lookin' for." He'll just call it something important. That'll work as well as anything, with Koumyou being a teacher and all.
But there's some clothing discussion so Yondu's just gonna let that strange interaction happen. See if he can come up with any excuses beyond "your face is weird".
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Genjo goes to pull down some plates, and pauses mid-reach to raise an eyebrow at them both over his shoulder.
"--Yes," Koumyou tells him, slipping his hands into his sleeves like he likes to do. "Yondu is staying for dinner."
You're stuck now, Yondu.
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"Uh... what are y'all havin'?"
He's usually a TV dinner easy food kind of dad.
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Koumyou actually takes his hands back out of his sleeves to take Yondu by the elbow and lead him out to the dining room. Once out of earshot of his grumpy adult son, he whispers, "He was thirteen when I died. How did he get so big?!"
Well, by living past thirteen, obviously, but it's still quite the change to take in all at once.
"And his voice has gotten so deep?!"
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"Kids grow." Yondu mutters simply enough, before shaking his head.
"I dunno. Maybe this was the place to take him from where he'd be easiest to get to for whatever reason." To trick him into believing that this was the way things had always been.
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"I always knew he was strong, but I really feared he wouldn't live long enough to get tall. Thirteen is terribly young to become the most hunted person on the planet, and I... barely trained him at all."
Part of his failing, that. One part of many, many failings. He should have sucked it up and trained Kouryuu just as early and brutally as he himself had been trained. He should have just...
Koumyou's train of thought is handily interrupted when his very tall and grown son comes into the room with plates of food for all three of them. Somehow, Genjo manages to make it grumpy when he sets one in front of Yondu, and then Koumyou, and then sits down with his own.
And stares right back at Koumyou. Eat, old man.
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He'd hit on her too. But he hadn't known who he was and he doubted he'd run into her again. But in his mind, not a failing. Nothing him nor Selenay could help. He was lucky that he could watch Peter goddamn Quill long into his thirties.
He sees that Koumyou has trouble eating enough in this world, too, so he just snorts and shakes his head and dabs at a meatball first (since that's what he knows he can eat without trouble).