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Title: No Fate...
Rating: PG13
Pairing: None. Sanzo Gen.
Summary: "The future's not set. There's no fate but what we make for ourselves" - Terminator 2.
Warnings: Hints at character death.
Words: 256

They say it was my destiny, like they actually believe there's some divine plan we're all following. They speak of fate so earnestly that you'd be forgiven for thinking they really wanted things this way. The stars… that's where they look, because like some great, all knowing deities, they, apparently, hold all the answers to these people's questions.

They hide behind fate… they feel regimented and protected by destiny because they're all too pathetic and afraid to wonder what would happen if fate didn't exist, if destiny was just a fallacy, if the future they'd envisioned turned out to be just a dream.

They look to me because I was fated to be their savior. They look to me because I was chosen by destiny and they hide behind me, just as they hide behind their fear, because not one of them has the nerve to question what the stars have told us.

The stars aren't always right.

I don't believe in fate. I deny destiny. To me, the prophesy was nothing more than a mere practical joke. If that prophesy had never been made, then it never would have been acted upon. Like burning your hand on a kettle, if you don't touch the kettle to begin with, you don't get burnt.

People make their own fate, and I'm making mine now. This is my life and my destiny is in my hands, nobody else's. So I leave now, and maybe once I'm gone they'll realize that fate is just as stupid as they are.

Title: Blind Faith.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: None. Sanzo thoughts on Goku and Gojyo. Gen.
Summary: "Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?"
Warnings: Mention of character death.
Words: 272

Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off? If two simultaneous shots were fired at the same time in opposite directions, and two bodies hit the floor together, with two identical sickening thuds.

Wouldn't it be great if they stood to face each other on the hill, full of the same rage and hatred, consumed with the same thirst for blood, and died in the same anticlimactic way, with the same look of horror plastered over the face of every onlooker present.

Wouldn't it be marvelous if it changed nothing. If all these years of living in fear and hope had been in vain and with just those two identical strikes they all realized how much time they'd wasted placing such faith in nothing.

Faith. Funny word, that. To believe in something you've never seen, to trust in something you've never heard, to cling to something without proof. 'Blind faith'. So very apt, for to have faith one must be blind.

What do I believe? I believe in pain, I believe truth, I believe in what I learn from experience and what I see happening around me and no amount of false hope will convince me that I need to see things any other way. I have no faith for I am not blind.

I don't pretend to know what changes either death will bring, and either way I'll suffer, so sometimes, when I'm alone I like to think about what would happen if nothing were to change at all. If everything were stuck here in limbo.

Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?