Author: Keiran
Title: Through a Stained Glass 1/1
Rating: 16+ just in case.
Warnings: Unbetaed. Vague implications of disturbing stuff (that is, IF I did my job right).
Pairing: implied Ukoku/Kouryuu and Nii/Sanzo.
Genre: ficlet, weird (yay, a whole new genre there!), introspective.
Notes: for the LJ community fic-on-demand request by Shinigamikender. I hope it pleases! This takes place right after Kami-sama dies.
xxxXXXxxx
A glint of gold flickered among the ruins, hidden between the blues, reds and yellows, between the shards of stained glass. A man, seated on a large chunk of what used to be a wall, bent to pick the golden sparkle from the rubble. It was a coronet, he realized without much surprise.
He let out a short laugh, placing the bright diadem against his dark hair. "Seems, Koumyou, you've left behind quite an interesting thing…" Nii mused, staring off into the sun. His white lab coat billowed, as much as a lab coat can billow in a slight breeze. Moments later the coronet was once again dropped to the expecting hand. Holding the headpiece up, so that the sun's rays were reflected to form a shining halo around it, the dark-haired man's lips curved.
"Shining… Like the sun," he muttered. Shining like the golden hair of a young boy, staring into his own eyes with an expression of discomfort and bewilderment. A mere child, already so jaded and yet so naïve. Ah, the allure of contradictions. Nii chuckled to himself, as he picked up a shard of glass that once was a jewel in the sceptre of a holy figure, back when the windows were still whole. That was, oh, maybe half an hour ago. He barely even noticed the transparent, but still razor sharp, edge leave a red line across his fingers. Nii extended his hand, holding the piece up along with the golden crown. Gold and violet, he reflected, what an enchanting combination.
The colours of the rising sun and sky at dusk. Pressed against the redness of freshly fallen leaves… an unforgettable sight.
Really, there might not be any particular criteria for choosing a Sanzo, but for some reason there was one undeniable standard to which most, if not all, of the High Priests adhered: as the urban (and rural) myth declared, if you want to locate a Sanzo, conduct a little casual espionage and find the most attractive young teen in the area. The high-ranking monk is bound to be around.
Nii pushed the glasses higher up his nose. Koumyou had a great eye for combining colours, he had to give the man that. "Gold and violet," he said to himself setting the coronet and the violet piece of glass on a creamy-white marble almost flat surface, all that remained of a once proud sculpture. "Ivory."
A droplet of blood that had been gathering on his fingers up till then suddenly rolled down, falling through the air for a split second before resting between the warm gold and cold purple. The man's lips curved in a smile, as the sun rays danced across his glasses.
"Crimson," he whispered, the tips of his fingers dancing above the round, ruby droplet on the marble. "I wonder, if you still remember how to play mahjong…"
"…Kouryuu."
END.