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telophase:
"You can't," Sanzo said.
His hair was singed at the tips and there were black soot streaks all over his skin where he'd clawed at the burning earth. It was the first time Goku had ever heard him sound like that, ever, and he was used to Sanzo telling him he couldn't do things. This was different. The chasm gaped next to them.
"Don't be scared, Sanzo," he said, then reached out and took his hand.
Sanzo's fingers were cold when he kissed them, and Sanzo blinked and his eyes went round, like Gojyo had just goosed him or something
There was no need to be afraid. He closed his eyes, just for a moment. In that moment he saw them all together again. Hakkai and Gojyo were almost-- He searched around for a word. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful, with their fearless smiles. He dug his hand into his hair and got his fingernails under the rim of warm metal, then felt Sanzo's hand on his wrist, curling tight enough to grind his bones together.
"Goku."
"I can do it," he said, and shook him off, but gently.
It slipped off. The release of pressure was weird. He shook his head, feeling his hair move where it usually didn't. His head felt like it might float off.
His mother was screaming in his ear. He looked down at her and smiled. He became aware that his stomach was aching and empty. It could wait though. Gojyo and Hakkai were down there somewhere.
"You're not having them," he said.
The earth shivered under their feet and behind them the mountain roared. A hot angry flow of liquid stone flowed down its side, swallowing everything it touched
No, Goku decided. Nothing was gonna eat them.
20 mins
Forjanen_san:
Hazel Glosse was a dangerous idiot, but a useful dangerous idiot. Sanzo lay on his too comfortable bed, his stomach aching from the too-rich food that he'd been served. He stared up at the wooden carvings on the ceiling. If he closed his eyes he saw Goku, falling down with that dumb animal look on his face, over and over. He knew who was to blame, too.
"Stop it," he whispered.
Ukoku Sanzo had never been his master's friend. Never. It couldn't be true, even though he could even now hear Koumyou's soft voice, telling him to be quick and go to bed so that he and his friend could talk. My friend, he'd said, and he remembered the smile on both their faces. But then, Koumyou had always been polite. Except that he did exactly as he chose.
Sanzo swung his feet off the edge of the bed and reached for the bottle of sake that Hazel had brought him earlier, smiling in that sickly, coy way that almost made him miss Gojyo.
He drank, running his fingers down over the smooth cool bottle. He remembered soft voices talking late at night, streams of words drifting up into the night like smoke.
"I'll kill you," he said, into the darkness.
15 mins
telophase: "You can't," Sanzo said.
His hair was singed at the tips and there were black soot streaks all over his skin where he'd clawed at the burning earth. It was the first time Goku had ever heard him sound like that, ever, and he was used to Sanzo telling him he couldn't do things. This was different. The chasm gaped next to them.
"Don't be scared, Sanzo," he said, then reached out and took his hand.
Sanzo's fingers were cold when he kissed them, and Sanzo blinked and his eyes went round, like Gojyo had just goosed him or something
There was no need to be afraid. He closed his eyes, just for a moment. In that moment he saw them all together again. Hakkai and Gojyo were almost-- He searched around for a word. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful, with their fearless smiles. He dug his hand into his hair and got his fingernails under the rim of warm metal, then felt Sanzo's hand on his wrist, curling tight enough to grind his bones together.
"Goku."
"I can do it," he said, and shook him off, but gently.
It slipped off. The release of pressure was weird. He shook his head, feeling his hair move where it usually didn't. His head felt like it might float off.
His mother was screaming in his ear. He looked down at her and smiled. He became aware that his stomach was aching and empty. It could wait though. Gojyo and Hakkai were down there somewhere.
"You're not having them," he said.
The earth shivered under their feet and behind them the mountain roared. A hot angry flow of liquid stone flowed down its side, swallowing everything it touched
No, Goku decided. Nothing was gonna eat them.
20 mins
For
janen_san: Hazel Glosse was a dangerous idiot, but a useful dangerous idiot. Sanzo lay on his too comfortable bed, his stomach aching from the too-rich food that he'd been served. He stared up at the wooden carvings on the ceiling. If he closed his eyes he saw Goku, falling down with that dumb animal look on his face, over and over. He knew who was to blame, too.
"Stop it," he whispered.
Ukoku Sanzo had never been his master's friend. Never. It couldn't be true, even though he could even now hear Koumyou's soft voice, telling him to be quick and go to bed so that he and his friend could talk. My friend, he'd said, and he remembered the smile on both their faces. But then, Koumyou had always been polite. Except that he did exactly as he chose.
Sanzo swung his feet off the edge of the bed and reached for the bottle of sake that Hazel had brought him earlier, smiling in that sickly, coy way that almost made him miss Gojyo.
He drank, running his fingers down over the smooth cool bottle. He remembered soft voices talking late at night, streams of words drifting up into the night like smoke.
"I'll kill you," he said, into the darkness.
15 mins
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Date: 2007-08-03 09:48 am (UTC)