Eve

* Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki nor do I own Sanzo's bodysuit. My first fic. This is all your fault UltraM2000! K'so. . . oh crap, now I'm starting to speak in Japanese too. Aaaaa. . . .

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I lie alone-but for a crimson child. The misty rain dusts us both with the cold fingers of a tragic revenge.

They haven't found me yet. For my personal devastation, should a child suffer?

He is beautiful. Who would have thought that the product of a rancorous exchange could look so serene? Perfection is a crude counterfeit of imperfection. Smooth olive skin: baby soft and milk-scented with a delicacy that laces his features to the appropriate degree. He stirs, the only chaos in my Eden.

A small hand grasps mine in a fleeting vision of solitude. He is strong. He burps and gurgles, before continuing on his faraway dream of innocence.

Small sleepy eyes flutter, half-awake. The second contact shocks me. Sooty lashes veil his flaming amber eyes that just now are still encrusted with slumber. He smiles, coos in contentment-the wild demon streak buried in this sweet client.

Chubby pink fingers tangle in my wet hair, matted with my blood. He seems fascinated by it. Strands of spun twilight wrapped around his curious halfbreed fingers.

He wriggles, his small form shrouded in the stained wrappings. I shiver and cradle him closer, as any mother would to her own child. The numbness of the moment is wearing off. My head droops, exhaustion consuming me selfishly.

My wandering destiny is fulfilled, but to such tears. Am I guilty or not guilty of bearing a child of forbidden fruit? Am I the plunderer of my own happiness?

The fever crowds the scrambled collage of my thoughts.

He will yearn for the missing desire that I was not able to give him. I run a bloody hand across his downy cheeks. Even my love is tainted. I trace the two marks below his left eye with a broken tenderness.

As I felt the life leave my breath, the sun casts a soft halo upon us, in a glorious day.

* In the dewy grass, the baby began to cry.