this is my first saiyuki work, and I wrote it in about five minutes and I
haven't really written and fics in 2 years, so don't be cruel... review
please!
(Ani DiFranco, Reckoning) ~and win or lose
just that you choose this little war
is what kills you
and either/or it's that this war
is maybe also what thrills you
i don't care how fast you run
just tell me, baby, that when you're done
with your little marathon
you still got cab fare home
cuz the finish line is a shifty thing
and what is life but reckoning
and, you know
you are still the song i sing
to myself
when i'm alone~
it's not really fair, you know. You and him. And then there's me. I had to ignore everything. That is what I am. That is what I do. And that is what I did. If only you could have too. It would have passed over you untouched like me. But you had to get involved. Because of him. And you had to get me involved. Dragons do not give things that they do not possess. And yet, it seems that I have. Chaos and order is all that there is. Not good or evil, just order and chaos. And order is just a grey mundane repeating thing. And chaos is colorful, shifty, wild, and so very human. I suppose your punishment fits your crime well, then. I wonder if you two will be together, under heaven. I did not doubt it before, but yet you have taken your own lives together. It looks so messy. The blood, your crumpled bodies. He looks like he is sleeping, holding onto your hand. You would to, if not for your eyes, which stare blankly at nothing. Your green eyes. The color of a dragon's emerald scales. I am sure that my own red eyes scare many. And yet, yours always unnerved me. I... I hope that I will be able to stay with you. I cannot be anymore. I feel flawed, damaged, cursed. I will take the sword that you used and slit my wrists. I will not have the undignified death of a cut throat, as you both did. Even though...You pulled me into this, as he pulled you in, as the child and Konzen pulled him in. dragons are not supposed to have hearts to give. And yet, it seems I have given you mine.
~and win or lose just that we choose
this little war is what kills us
and either/or it's that this war
is maybe also what thrills us~
(Ani DiFranco, Reckoning) ~and win or lose
just that you choose this little war
is what kills you
and either/or it's that this war
is maybe also what thrills you
i don't care how fast you run
just tell me, baby, that when you're done
with your little marathon
you still got cab fare home
cuz the finish line is a shifty thing
and what is life but reckoning
and, you know
you are still the song i sing
to myself
when i'm alone~
it's not really fair, you know. You and him. And then there's me. I had to ignore everything. That is what I am. That is what I do. And that is what I did. If only you could have too. It would have passed over you untouched like me. But you had to get involved. Because of him. And you had to get me involved. Dragons do not give things that they do not possess. And yet, it seems that I have. Chaos and order is all that there is. Not good or evil, just order and chaos. And order is just a grey mundane repeating thing. And chaos is colorful, shifty, wild, and so very human. I suppose your punishment fits your crime well, then. I wonder if you two will be together, under heaven. I did not doubt it before, but yet you have taken your own lives together. It looks so messy. The blood, your crumpled bodies. He looks like he is sleeping, holding onto your hand. You would to, if not for your eyes, which stare blankly at nothing. Your green eyes. The color of a dragon's emerald scales. I am sure that my own red eyes scare many. And yet, yours always unnerved me. I... I hope that I will be able to stay with you. I cannot be anymore. I feel flawed, damaged, cursed. I will take the sword that you used and slit my wrists. I will not have the undignified death of a cut throat, as you both did. Even though...You pulled me into this, as he pulled you in, as the child and Konzen pulled him in. dragons are not supposed to have hearts to give. And yet, it seems I have given you mine.
~and win or lose just that we choose
this little war is what kills us
and either/or it's that this war
is maybe also what thrills us~