Alias: waves to readers I return! Granted, not with what I thought I would, but writer's block has a tendency to do that to you.
Now to those that read Unrequited Death and left reviews: I thank you for said reviews, I always appreciate any given. One thing, I do not change plotlines or devices because someone doesn't like the way it's written. The story was written for sake of itself, and as exploration of a darker pairing than my usual popular couple. Some stories aren't meant to be positive, they are just meant to be told. This one walks the same road.
Thanks to: Pervasive Threnody for the late night beta reading once again. You've saved me gods know how many times. hugs
BradC: You for being a persistently too good Kougaiji to mess with as Nii Jyeni in RP. And inspiring me to stranger forays than I ever thought I'd end up doing.
Disclaimers: All GS Saiyuki characters belong to Kazuya Minekura-sensei, or I'd not be in university, ne?
Disc: Collaboration piece based off of RP of Nii Jyeni and Kougaiji. Best read in conjunction with BradC's Essence. Kougaiji 1st POV, angst, mild shounen-ai.
Essence Act 2: Walking the Sword's Edge.
By AliasOfWestgate
I can't understand this, this strange person who fascinates and yet scares me.
I woke up from a blackout around five days ago, with him a bloody laughing mess in front of me. Laughing hysterically, with a punctured lung, and several broken ribs. That was according to Yaone's later diagnosis. He was even coherent enough during my confusion to tell me of a shortcut to get up into the Medical floor of the castle. I don't remember how he got there, much less how I got into the Great Hall as well. Such a strange person he was, laughter echoing up the entire flight of stairs as I supported his weight the entire way into the those rooms.
Yet afterwards, as we talked and I wondered why I found him in front of me that way, something else began to surface. Something I don't know how to deal with. It doesn't fit at all with grinning evil I've known beforehand. The malicious grin around a cigarette as I screamed in pain, more than once at his hands. It wasn't that, it was something else. Someone else that spoke of wanting to devour. To live, to die to hold onto a wild moment that made him feel alive. I don't understand it. I can't, not yet. Was it the questions I asked? I wish I knew.
Footsteps behind me, I'd forgotten I'd left the door to my room wide open. I stay facing away from the doorway, chin on my arms. Footsteps again, this time a weight on my mattress beside me, and a warm hand wraps around my own.
"Go away…" I say in return. With that, the hand withdraws.
"Make me." The bed moves as he shrugs, and then I hear the ritual of him packing, tapping and lighting a new cigarette. The tobacco smell isn't unpleasant.
"Can't you ever leave me alone?" leaves my lips. I still face the wall.
"Cause you know I can't." he sighs and then begins again. "Kougaiji…I don't want you to be thinking the wrong way. Just because I sent you back to your duties…"
I turn around at the sound of my name. He sits quietly, with something about him I can't place. Something I find fascinating, yet I can't reconcile it yet. I can't say anything, as he places his hand ever so gently on my head. With his last word, I've turned away from him again. His warm hand remains in my hair.
"Don't trust me?" he asks quietly.
Instead I move towards him, and place my head onto his lap, gazing into those grey green eyes. Trust, I'm not so sure… A curious obsession…
Maybe.
Owari ;-)
Alias: I'll be back again at some point with something else to offer. Hopefully more JQ! Ja masta ne…..
