A/N; A rather dark piece I wrote on Mother's Day. I never was too fond of the holiday. -.-;; Geez, don't I sound bitter.
Disclaimer; Saiyuki does not belong to me. And Sanzo is NOT currently lost in my black hole of a closet. (Goku just might be raiding my fridge though)
Against the Wind
Mothers were supposed to protect their children. It burned at him to know she hadn't.
He should have gotten over it by now. Years had passed. But every time he thought of her he remembered; the betrayal (knowing that the person you should trust the most has hurt you), the shame (hiding your pain, emotional and physical, from everyone), the fear (no longer feeling secure in the one place that should always be safe; home). And each time he remembered, it was as fresh as when he was a child.
He should let it go, after all, didn't they say that time heals all wounds?
But he couldn't let it go, and he couldn't forget.
The most innocent conversations, the most casual of encounters brought her back to his mind.
Because she had power over him, even now.
Her harsh words and heavy hand had chased him through the years and lingered in his daily life.
He was strong now, intelligent and guarded; but it wasn't enough to banish her ghost. The thought of facing her again was still more than he could bear.
-Owari