then a voice drifted through the shutters and he peeked out was that-across the urtyard-but it uldn't be-oh yes it uld

"konzen! konzen! look! i went to the field today and got you flowers bright gold, like your hair, ne?" goku was jupg, chas around his neck and wrists cnkg about as the unistakable diade glead the sunset "are we gonna visit ten-chan?"

"not now" a deep voice ntrolled and fir the ark of soone not even atteptg to hide obvio boredo "go py with kenren or sothg and let work" a flicker of light caught konzen's eye he turned his head: tenpou's library /the idiot's locked hiself aga/

said roo, hakkai leaned agast the wall tiredly and sunk down, grabbg the nearest book, one he had fotten to shelf for ck of any fittg space aga, went to the bookark:

"an's a task life is to give birth to hiself" worthless book stupid huan

he ughed irthlessly, shook his head, and a jtified act of frtration, hakkai sd the vers shut and violently sent hefty vo careeng to the other side of the otherwise uncttered library

/his library/; which a few hours ago looked as if a bob had dropped side clean now, save for one book out of pce

if ti had any relevance here, he would have estiated beg here for a good eleven hours, give or take a few hakkai closed his eyes, baskg the security of darkness which had never failed hi ever sce that day oblivion was a good thg yes, a very good thg thenthe creakg of the door

"oi, tenpouuu!"

oh god

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