The Face You
Had...
In which Hakkai
learns of No-Mind
The door moved noiselessly open.
Sanzou, brought out of his half-doze, reached for his gun and pointed it in
Hakkai's direction.
"This is my room,"
he said with his eyes still closed. "Did I say you could come in?"
"No," Hakkai said as his
light step crossed the floor to the bedside. Sanzou opened his eyes and looked
up at the intruder. Pleasant expression, mouth curved a little in the
indication of a smile rather than the thing itself. Eyes that didn't smile at
all, looking intently down at him. Well, well, well.
"Hisashiburi da naa,"
Sanzou said.
Hakkai tilted his head in mute
inquiry. Sanzou didn't explain. This was the one he thought of as Hakkai Here,
that rare guest who sometimes took the place of the everyday Hakkai, Hakkai
Not-Here, with his happy smile and his eyes that revealed nothing and his
selfness hidden away where no-one could ever find it. Hakkai's soul was one of
those kekkai-like places that was far bigger inside than it was outside. Hakkai
could retreat forever within himself until you sometimes wondered if he was
there at all. But every so often, as now, the man himself actually came to the
front door to greet you. And here he was, gazing at Sanzou as he lay on his
back, robes loosened casually about his waist. The sexual implications were not
to be lost, and certainly weren't lost on Sanzou.
"You wanted--?"
"I thought we might spend some
time together," Hakkai suggested, sitting on the bed.
"The way I do with Gojou?"
Hakkai nodded. "Mm-hm."
"And if I say No?"
"Now why would you say
that?" Hakkai smiled, old friend to old friend, but not quite.
"You figure it," Sanzou
advised him. And probably he should sit up to make his point plain, but he
wasn't going to. Let Hakkai have the carrot in clear sight, and see what he did
with it.
"I'm afraid I can't. Do you
have some objection to me personally? Or is it- surely not?- that you have
some-- tender feelings for Gojou himself?"
Sanzou snorted.
"I thought so," Hakkai
said. "So why not?" and put his hand on Sanzou's thigh. Sanzou shoved
it away.
"I let Gojou screw me because Gojou wants to screw me. Desire and
action all one, like breathing. But you-" and he gave him a contemptuous
look. "Why brings you night-crawling into my bedroom? Is it me you
want, or is it just to get what Gojou has?" Hakkai's face went still.
Sanzou spoke into its dangerous silence. "Because if that's what it is you
can just go away again. I don't need your insults."
Hakkai's slight frown and narrowed eyes
disappeared into a broad smile. "Ah," he said. "You're
absolutely right, of course. Sumimasen." He got up to go, and jumped
involuntarily at the roar of Sanzou's gun. The bullet travelled past his nose
and buried itself in the wall by the door.
"The next one will hit,"
Sanzou said. "Don't run from me, coward."
Hakkai didn't turn.
"Sumimasen," he said
again, quietly. "But I am a coward. I run."
"Sit on it," Sanzou
advised him irritably. "You only run in order to get a clearer shot at the
other guy."
Hakkai
stood looking at the wall, face invisible. "This isn't a fight. If you
don't want to give me what I ask, I've no interest in taking it from you."
"If your only reason for asking
is to get fair shares for all, why bother asking in the first place?"
"What does my reason
matter?" Hakkai asked, turning at last. "You once told me that truth
is one but many is error. I've many reasons for wanting to be with you. And
what do those many reasons matter beside the one fact that I want you?"
"Chop-logic," Sanzou said.
"Is that the best you can do?"
Hakkai's
face went still with annoyance, or possibly anger, or possibly thought.
"Is it that you only want to be wanted the way Gojou wants you? Something
that starts and ends with the body?"
"Lust is honest at least. It
sees what it wants and doesn't want anything else."
"Exactly. It's limited. It's
safe. It never goes beyond the body to look at the soul."
"Then you'd better stick to it,
hadn't you?" Sanzou said. "In case someone comes trying to look at
yours."
Hakkai sat down again, frowning at
his lap. "Are you the one to reproach me with that, Sanzou?"
"No reproach. I'm just telling
you."
Hakkai was silent a space, fingers
plaiting and unplaiting.
"It's like one of those
koans," he said at last, with the painful little smile on his face.
"You can only understand them by not trying to understand them. You want-
you allow- only desire, free of the Self- free of thought. And if I think about
how to express my desire, then my desire has already been tainted by thought.
Pure desire would express itself directly, without thinking."
He looked at Sanzou. Sanzou neither
confirmed nor denied it.
"Rape, in a word," Hakkai
said.
Sanzou waited.
"But if I took you, without
asking, because I'd deduced that that was the correct way, my desire would
still be tainted by my thought. The fault is in me, for thinking and not
feeling."
"You're learning," Sanzou
said drily. "Now stop thinking."
Hakkai's eyes widened in
startlement. One saw for a moment how very green they were. Then he looked away
again. He sighed.
"I'll work on it." He got
up to go and yelped at the sudden burning across his back.
"BakaYAROU!!" Sanzou
roared, and brought his harisen down hard across Hakkai's other shoulder.
"Sanzou!" Hakkai gasped,
in pain and astonishment, turning to stare at Sanzou as the harisen moved to
strike his face. Hakkai grabbed Sanzou's arm, which pushed Sanzou off-balance
so that he fell back down onto the bed. But Hakkai's balance was out as well,
and they came down together, Hakkai sprawling across Sanzou's body. All that
saved him from being flat on his face was the hand on the mattress that broke
his fall. He blinked astonishment into Sanzou's eyes from mere inches away.
Then he stopped blinking, and put his head down on Sanzou's chest.
"Get off me, fool."
"No. I may be slow but I don't
need to be told things three times. Here is where I want to be. Here's where
I'll stay, thank you."
"You're heavy."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want you."
"I'm sorry about that
too."
Irritation and satisfaction warred
in Sanzou's breast. "Do something, then. You're as much use as a St.
Bernard sleeping on my lap."
"Oh Sanzou," Hakkai
protested. "Unkind. I don't weigh that much. A Labrador at
least."
"Never mind the fucking
breed!" he snapped, irritation momentarily uppermost. "Are you just
going to lie there all afternoon?"
"Well, no. Say the word and
I'll turn over for you."
"You'll what?? Just
who--" He caught the gleam of Hakkai's eyes. "Are you being
funny?"
"No." Hakkai took Sanzou's
hand and brought it to his lips. "Sanzou, either we both pretend or we
both tell the truth. But what I won't have is you pretending while I strip my
heart bare."
"Pretending?" Sanzou asked
dangerously.
"Hiding behind your anger and
pretending that's all there is of you."
"The way you hide behind that
smile of yours."
Hakkai's face flinched minutely, but
he nodded. "Exactly. If I can't smile, then you can't snap. I do want
equal shares for all, and that means you and I can only be ourselves."
"Let me tell you," Sanzou
said, "there's nothing pretend about how I feel. You lot piss me off in
spades."
"But that's not all there is of
you," Hakkai pursued. "Maybe Gojou doesn't mind taking your temper in
exchange for having your body, but myself, I'd like to see your other face
occasionally."
"You have your nerve."
"Umm-hmm." Hakkai kissed
Sanzou's fingers, one two and three. Gave him a small smile, eyes sparkling.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Sanzou smiled back, with an edge. "So now you expect me to reward
you for your cleverness? In a temple stupid disciples are punished till they
grow some brains. But you don't get a prize for having achieved enlightenment.
Enlightenment is its own reward."
"But we're not in a temple and
I'm not your disciple- and in any case, when have you ever been an ordinary
monk?"
"Never."
"So--"
"So I don't screw," Sanzou
said matter of fact. "*I* lie on my face. You do the work. Take it
or leave it."
Hakkai nodded. "I'll take
it."
MJJ
Nov 2001