Just a tiny double-drabble for Goku's birthday on 4/5/08, though I have no idea how many hundred or even thousand years old he is now. With much love to him, the Sanzo-ikkou, and Minekuya-sensei, who's so generous in letting us all play in her world. --no sex, no bad language, totally worksafe/kidsafe--have fun.
LifeSun
Before this, life was cold.
That's just about all he remembers. The bars of his cell opened onto the snow, and he had no coat or blanket or even a shirt with sleeves. He remembers wrapping his long hair around him for whatever faint warmth it could give, and longing to see the sun, even for a day or an hour.
If only someone had told him what he'd done to be kept in that cage, it wouldn't've been so bad. If only someone had been there to say anything at all, instead of that cold, awful silence.
But that was life before. Life now is full of noise. Life now is traveling and fighting and food and different places each day and each night, being seen, being heard, being scolded and cussed at and whacked with the fan. Life is the sun in the front seat all day and all night. Life now is wonderful.
And life now…he wakes up, a hundred miles further west in the still summer night. Sees the little red coal of Gojyo's cigarette, bright as a star overhead. Hakkai steady and calm at the wheel. Sanzo soundly asleep, sitting straight with chin tucked in and hands in his sleeves, his bright hair and ivory robes a soft glow in the darkness. Gojyo's shoulder is solid and safe at his back; he grins down at Goku and ruffles his hair.
"Go back to sleep, monkey, we're fine."
And he does, 'cos they are, and he doesn't miss his long hair a bit. 'Cos life now is warm.