Here's a teeny thing I wrote after watching the 6th DVD. Ph34r my suckage!
The rain beat down in a steady rhythm, drumming against the wooden roof of the shabby inn.
Sanzo inhaled deeply into his cigarette, as if the acrid taste would erase unwanted memories. That man had been a father to him, or more than one, earning the trust that regular father would ordinarily have automatically. And Sanzo hadn't been able to save him. The ashes from the cigarette fell onto the windowsill, burning there slightly, but Sanzo didn't notice.
What would have become of him if he had saved him? Would he be Sanzo now? It was doubtful. He had been a boy then, impressionable and innocent. Had he lost what his master had seen then that had caused him to deem Sanzo worthy of the title? They had said it had been Buddha's will, but he didn't believe in that much anymore.
He supposed that things could change, but could they? What was once clear could never be again, really, without losing something important. Of course, maybe he didn't have anything important to lose.
"Sanzo? Where are you? I'm hungry, damnit!"
He had been saved because he had called out over and over, and his master had heard him. He wondered at that link, and smirked. Had his master been as annoyed by his voice as he had been by Goku's?
How different he had turned out from his master. He wondered what his master would say, if he saw him as the man he was now. He had been only a boy, and innocent, with unblunted will. He supposed, though, that that link would continue. He would never see the ageless monkey king as anything other than a boy, foolish, but with potential.
"Sanzo? I'm hungry and everyone's yelling at me..."
"Shut up, idiot!" Sanzo heard a thunk and a crash. He sighed, flicking his cigarette out the window. The embers glowed for a bit before being doused in the driving rain.
Sorry, it was short, and kinda crappy.But meh. I'm not cut out to be a fanfic writer.
The rain beat down in a steady rhythm, drumming against the wooden roof of the shabby inn.
Sanzo inhaled deeply into his cigarette, as if the acrid taste would erase unwanted memories. That man had been a father to him, or more than one, earning the trust that regular father would ordinarily have automatically. And Sanzo hadn't been able to save him. The ashes from the cigarette fell onto the windowsill, burning there slightly, but Sanzo didn't notice.
What would have become of him if he had saved him? Would he be Sanzo now? It was doubtful. He had been a boy then, impressionable and innocent. Had he lost what his master had seen then that had caused him to deem Sanzo worthy of the title? They had said it had been Buddha's will, but he didn't believe in that much anymore.
He supposed that things could change, but could they? What was once clear could never be again, really, without losing something important. Of course, maybe he didn't have anything important to lose.
"Sanzo? Where are you? I'm hungry, damnit!"
He had been saved because he had called out over and over, and his master had heard him. He wondered at that link, and smirked. Had his master been as annoyed by his voice as he had been by Goku's?
How different he had turned out from his master. He wondered what his master would say, if he saw him as the man he was now. He had been only a boy, and innocent, with unblunted will. He supposed, though, that that link would continue. He would never see the ageless monkey king as anything other than a boy, foolish, but with potential.
"Sanzo? I'm hungry and everyone's yelling at me..."
"Shut up, idiot!" Sanzo heard a thunk and a crash. He sighed, flicking his cigarette out the window. The embers glowed for a bit before being doused in the driving rain.
Sorry, it was short, and kinda crappy.But meh. I'm not cut out to be a fanfic writer.