Disclaimer: All Saiyuki characters belong to Kazuya Minekura and not me.
Description: Mild shounen-ai overtones. Mild angst and personal introspection.
Alias: Here's my debut folks, hope a like it. Had to get into the ero kappa's head for this but I don't think he minded. ^_^
Gojyo: Hmmmmmm we'll see about that one, chickie! Just don't start crying on me, if it doesn't go over well, ne? *ruffles Alias's mop of hair*
Aftermath
By AliasOfWestgate
That was close, almost too close. I thought I'd lose him there.
Nearly thought Chin Yisou had him today. I should not have doubted him. He of all those I know best in this odd little band of fools. Even the baka saru I know not so well as Hakkai.
What is it that made me pick him up? Even I don't know the answer to that one. But nursing him back to health from that wound was a chore. The curiosity of the ladies wasn't enough to make me budge from that stranger's side for a month. His smile, something about his smile called me. Even as he lay dying, or thought he was dying.
Was it the pain I saw in that smile? The fatalism in his eyes against the world itself? Even he really hasn't said so, in all these three years he's stayed with me. Even now, after this hellish battle that had to have messed with him so badly, his memories of that love he lost, his transformation…he discusses so little. All I know is that I'm there for him, whether he knows it or not. Not even sure myself why I do this—and for a guy no less? What the hell is wrong with me? Yet here I stay, and intend to stay. The nursemaid has a nursemaid, whether he knows it or not.
Bah, damn blanket is too itchy since the monk was a cheapskate in buying anything that might actually feel good on hard ground. Nice campsite, crappy blankets. Whoops, Hakkai stirred, did I wake him up? Nope, there's a smile. No nightmares tonight. Now if the monkey would quit snoring so loud, I would get some more sleep tonight…as if my own worries weren't enough. This should be some hot chick, not a man with a more violent past than my own!
I'm still wondering why he's stayed so long. Not just on the mission, but with me long before the mission. He could have left, gotten a job or something. He looks more human than me with the limiters. Yet he stayed, started over. With me of all people, the town card shark, and all around playboy. I didn't see that coming, much less anyone else I knew. Including my girlies back in that town!
I nearly lost him today, more so than in any of the other battles we've fought so far. His sanity was that close to cracking, I could have sworn when we burst into that grove. May have been acting, but it was enough to make me look twice! He can be nursed back to health easily enough; I did that once I can do it again.
The one thing about all this that makes me thankful it even happened is that he's beginning to heal inside now. It'll always be scared, like the wound on his stomach. Yet one day, he'll truly smile again, without that deep pain inside.
He moved again. Well, look at that…he didn't wash the ink off at all. The permanent ink is permanent for him and for me as well, since I'll always watch him, but knowing that he now has a chance to go on living and conquer his personal demons. Just maybe, I might be able to as well.
Description: Mild shounen-ai overtones. Mild angst and personal introspection.
Alias: Here's my debut folks, hope a like it. Had to get into the ero kappa's head for this but I don't think he minded. ^_^
Gojyo: Hmmmmmm we'll see about that one, chickie! Just don't start crying on me, if it doesn't go over well, ne? *ruffles Alias's mop of hair*
Aftermath
By AliasOfWestgate
That was close, almost too close. I thought I'd lose him there.
Nearly thought Chin Yisou had him today. I should not have doubted him. He of all those I know best in this odd little band of fools. Even the baka saru I know not so well as Hakkai.
What is it that made me pick him up? Even I don't know the answer to that one. But nursing him back to health from that wound was a chore. The curiosity of the ladies wasn't enough to make me budge from that stranger's side for a month. His smile, something about his smile called me. Even as he lay dying, or thought he was dying.
Was it the pain I saw in that smile? The fatalism in his eyes against the world itself? Even he really hasn't said so, in all these three years he's stayed with me. Even now, after this hellish battle that had to have messed with him so badly, his memories of that love he lost, his transformation…he discusses so little. All I know is that I'm there for him, whether he knows it or not. Not even sure myself why I do this—and for a guy no less? What the hell is wrong with me? Yet here I stay, and intend to stay. The nursemaid has a nursemaid, whether he knows it or not.
Bah, damn blanket is too itchy since the monk was a cheapskate in buying anything that might actually feel good on hard ground. Nice campsite, crappy blankets. Whoops, Hakkai stirred, did I wake him up? Nope, there's a smile. No nightmares tonight. Now if the monkey would quit snoring so loud, I would get some more sleep tonight…as if my own worries weren't enough. This should be some hot chick, not a man with a more violent past than my own!
I'm still wondering why he's stayed so long. Not just on the mission, but with me long before the mission. He could have left, gotten a job or something. He looks more human than me with the limiters. Yet he stayed, started over. With me of all people, the town card shark, and all around playboy. I didn't see that coming, much less anyone else I knew. Including my girlies back in that town!
I nearly lost him today, more so than in any of the other battles we've fought so far. His sanity was that close to cracking, I could have sworn when we burst into that grove. May have been acting, but it was enough to make me look twice! He can be nursed back to health easily enough; I did that once I can do it again.
The one thing about all this that makes me thankful it even happened is that he's beginning to heal inside now. It'll always be scared, like the wound on his stomach. Yet one day, he'll truly smile again, without that deep pain inside.
He moved again. Well, look at that…he didn't wash the ink off at all. The permanent ink is permanent for him and for me as well, since I'll always watch him, but knowing that he now has a chance to go on living and conquer his personal demons. Just maybe, I might be able to as well.