Author : lillypuff 

Email: lilly_puff22 (at) yahoo (dot) com

LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com

Pairing : Kenren Taishou x Tenpou Gensui

Theme : 30Kisses - #2, news; letter

Rating : PG-13

Warning(s) : language, sexuality

Summary : Kenren & Tenpou pass notes

Disclaimer : Sadly, Saiyuki does not belong to me. I wish it did =) Don't sue me, I don't have any money anyway.


Random Notes: #2 of 30. I'm not all that learned in military protocol and such, so hopefully this sounds close enough. Kenren being unmilitary on the other hand: piece of cake!


Kenren had been dozing on his couch when he heard a firm knock at his door. The knock was rigid and rhythmic, a text book, by the numbers knock if he had ever heard one, which meant two things: his visitor was here on business and he was probably some eager young cadet that had been hustled into the position of errand boy. The young ones were so easy to control.


Kenren rose from the couch, stretching as he walked to the door. He stood there for a moment and waited. The knock came again, this time a little quicker.


Easy to control and impatient as hell, Kenren thought with a smile on his face as he opened the door.


As he had suspected, a young man stood before him, stiff as a board looking as if he wasn't even breathing. He looked as if someone had pushed a stick firmly up his ass, probably Tenpou just trying to get him into place. Despite all this, he wasn't bad looking but Kenren pushed that thought from his head real quick. It wasn't the right time, even if it potentially was the right place. Hell, he hadn't even been with anyone else since he and Tenpou has started screwing around. He wasn't sure why though, it's not like his illustrious Marshal had made a commitment to him. He shook the thought from his head as he leaned against the door frame.


"What can I do for ya kid?" He smiled and the stoic look on the young soldier's face changed to one of mild shock. It always amused Kenren how devastated these kids looked when they saw a General act so casual. It threw them off guard and he loved it.


"Uh…orders sir," the kid began as he tried to regain his composure, "from Field Marshal Tenpou, sir. For your eyes only General…sir."


In one clean fluid motion the young man produced a letter from his pocket and handed it to Kenren who took it from him with slightly less grace.


Kenren glanced over the outside of the letter briefly then looked back to the young soldier, "At ease kid. I'm the last person around here you need to impress."


The kid loosened up a bit, "Uh…yes, General…sir."


Kenren rolled his eyes good naturedly.


"Should I wait here for a response…sir?"


"Yeah, you do that." Kenren replied as the boy moved a few feet to stand rigid against the closest wall.


Kenren looked him over, "Solider!" He shouted in his best commanding tone, startling the young man. He paused, then smiled and lowered his voice, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em."


"Yes sir! Thank you sir."


"Uh-huh," was Kenren's only reply as he closed the door.




Kenren made his way from the door to his sitting room, a much smaller and infinitely cleaner place then the one from which the letter he held had originated. Kenren had promised himself awhile back that if he ever became as messy and disorganized as the Marshal was he'd have the orders made for his own termination. Cleaning up after one of them was bad enough.


Kenren sat at his desk noting the outside was blank except for the seal which he broke. He lit a cigarette as he began to read Tenpou's loose handwriting. The letter was short and to the point:



FROM: Tenpou Gensui, Field Marshal, Western Army

TO: Kenren Taishou, General, Western Army


The General's presence is required at 18:00 hours on this day for a meeting of some importance.



Kenren looked up from the letter to check the time. 15:00. Plenty of time to spare.



Location: the Field Marshal's Quarters.


Dress is casual. Heavy lifting a possibility. Recent paperwork to be reviewed then filed for safe keeping. Discussion of the General's position in the army to be followed by close order drills. Sake provided.



Field Marshal Tenpou

Western Army



Kenren began to laugh as he refolded the letter. The "orders" were quiet amusing, but Kenren was surprised Tenpou had sent it in the first place. Someone with half a brain would be able to read between the lines. Apparently Tenpou trusted the green soldier that waited outside his door more then he thought if he was counting on him getting this letter to it's destination.


Although it would be amusing to see what some one mistook filing paperwork for, especially since Tenpou means exactly that. 


Tenpou is rarely such a romantic, the General thought sarcastically as he set aside the letter and pulled out paper and a pen to write his own response. Tenpou would probably want to kick his ass after he read it, but what good was passing notes if you couldn't have a little fun?




A loud, rapid knocking roused Tenpou from his book. He looked around his study as if he wasn't sure where he was. The knock came again and this time he stood and headed toward the door.


When he opened it he was greeted with a rigid and enthusiastic salute.


"Reply from General Kenren, sir!" The young soldier nearly shouted as he quickly produced the letter and handed it to the Field Marshal. 


"Ah, thanks," replied Tenpou as he tucked it into his coat's inner pocket. He looked over the soldier who still stood firmly at the threshold to his quarters.


"Is there anything else?"


"Well. Um…it's about the General."


"Yes, what about him?" Tenpou had a feeling he knew where this was going.


"Well, I don't want to be a…"




"Yes sir. The general seems slightly…um…unorthodox."


Tenpou smiled. It amused him that everyone noticed Kenren but rarely ever noticed that he himself wasn't very military either, at least not when compared to Goujin and some of the others. Kenren tended to overshadow anything he ever did, which didn't bother him in the least bit. It was just one of Kenren's many qualities. "How long have you been here in the Western Army?"


"Not long, a few weeks."


"Well, once you've been here for awhile, you will come to realize the good General is not only unorthodox, but insatiable, annoying, persistent and a bit crass at times. But really, you learn to like him."


The soldier looked puzzled, "Oh, ok."


"Is that all for tonight?"


"Yes sir," the young man replied as he executed a clean about face and walked away from the Field Marshal's quarters.


Tenpou closed the door and began opening Kenren's letter as he walked to his study. He could almost feel the sarcasm seeping from the letter. 


This should be interesting…


The Marshal walked to his desk, intending to sit as he read, when he noticed he couldn't really find his chair. He slowly surveyed his study and after a couple turns around the office he decided it would be easier to just sit on his bed, which he did.


He lit a cigarette and began to read Kenren's amazingly neat handwriting:



TO:  His Holiness, Field Marshal Tenpou

FROM: General Kenren, Stud



If you think I can't read between the lines you are sorely mistaken.


I have no intention of spending another night shelving books, filing your unorganized paperwork and moving furniture around your dusty ass study.


Casual dress (or none at all), sake and a good tumble on the other hand sounds entertaining and I would be happy to join you after you have organized your quarters. I'll be there around 18:10.


Hugs and Kisses

General Kenren



P.S. - As for my position "in the army", you know I'm always on top.



Tenpou chuckled and shook his head as he refolded the letter. If there was one thing he could count on, it was most certainly Kenren's need to rile those ranked above him, even if he was just joking. But Kenren was Kenren, no matter what, and Tenpou liked that about him. Somehow Kenren was able to act however he pleased, without severe consequence.


It does make you useful though.


Tenpou rose from his bed and returned to his study. He looked around at the mess and decided that cleaning could wait for another day.


What kind of mess are we getting ourselves into, General?  

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