Disclaimer: Yare, yare. No such luck for me. I can never, ever, ever... own Saiyuki. It belongs to Minekura Kazuya... for eternity and beyond... (sheesh! I get so melodramatic sometimes)
A/N: Sumimasen minna san. Gomen ne. Isogashii desu kara, kaku jikan ga arimasen yo. It's been hell week. Two blood draining hell weeks! Reminder to me: never procrastinate again...ever...(dream on!) I've been through paper hell and back. Almost. Two more to go before temporary freedom! But at least I've got time to spare for this last chapter of my ficcy... yes. last chapter... all things come to an end after all...
I tried rereading the whole thing and, gasp! Typo errors galore! Oh well. This first fic is an experiment after all... demo, I'm happy that there are very nice people who had the patience to read this fic... and reviewed. Thank you! I wanna give ya all a hug!
Maybe I'll try my hand at writing some more... Thank you again!
To shin: sorry, for disappointing, but I don't think I can go on any further without mentioning anybody's name in the fic! Maybe next time...
Anyway here it is... more experiment... please forgive the inconsistencies...
Wide violet gaze meet smiling green ones...
And the world stood still. Time stopped. It rained pigs and grinning chibi monks. But nothing really mattered except two loving lust-filled stares locked on each other...Not! (okay, these are after effects of a coffee induced night and two days lack of sleep )
But seriously...
Waking by Kage Kurokawa
Part 8 Mornings
Wide violet gaze meet smiling green ones...
And then there was silence.
They say that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul. Maybe they were right...
Because, how can one explain the stillness that hung between two figures, one lying on the bed, the other leaning towards the former looking deep into those emerald orbs as though it wanted to literally be drowned into them...
The locked gazes questioning and answering without saying a word. As it has always had been... as it is at that moment.
There is no need for speech, for sometimes words themselves sometimes run out of things to say.
No, spoken trivialities are of no circumstance between two souls bared before each other, without the facades...without the pretensions... just as they are...
Emerald gems explaining
Apologizing.
Pleading.
Searching...
For what?
Amethyst orbs... Replying.
Understanding.
Forgiving.
Searching...
Searching for what?
For a hint of what lies beneath the surface. For a glimpse of what is beyond the superficial veneer of a fabricated reality.
Something to hope for, so to speak.
An excuse to cross the boundaries.
Once more.
No movements, only moments passing in quiet reverie, with nothing there but silent inquiries and even breathings.
Seconds.
But it may have been eternity.
Souls conversing, questioning, answering, learning.
It echoes in the midst of the silence that one might have heard if one would try to listen...
Yes, the world abounds with strange mysteries.
The moment gradually fades. Eventually. Waking up from the calm stupor of silent conversations, one makes the first move, or was it the other... who could tell? Not that it matters, anyway. Bodies shifting...
Moving to a more comfortable position, the blond haired figure leaning down towards the bed slumped down on it beside the brunette who gently sat up and smiled. Not the trademark grin everyone's so used to. But something a bit more... shall we say... something for meant only forone person to see? Yes, that maybe it.
Warm pale hands slid over colder ones. Fingers clasped.Warmth seeped through the cold...
Warmth...
It meant...
Life...
How long has it been?
Too long.
And the first words...
"Thank you..."
"Hn."
"Anou it was..."
"Shh."
A smile.
"Ch."
"Missed me?"
"Hell no..."
"Oh."
"Try pulling another one..."
"Hai?"
"And I'll kill you..."
"Yare, yare..."
"I'll make sure you feel pain..."
"Ara?"
"And then drag your sorry ass to seven hells and back..."
"Anou-"
"..."
"Were you worried?"
"Heck no."
"Really?"
"Hn. You owe me."
"Oh..."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Oh well."
"..."
Silence.
"It's not morning yet."
"Obviously."
"I'm sleepy."
"Hn..."
Ah. The sun rising in the east. It's quite a sight to behold really. And it had just begun to shower the world with its bright warm fingers when a certain usually grumpy someone woke up from a very restful sleep. One he felt he never had for a very, very long time. He began to stretch but found it difficult as he felt something heavy sprawled over his chest. He tried to move, but something pulled ontohis body tighter. Something warm, heavy, and alive.
'Fuck.' Nobody daresto slump against him and gets away with italive.
Hisfirst instinct was to reach for his gun. But his hand was otherwise occupied. Entwined with long slender fingers. He looked down and found a mop of chocolate stands blocking his view.
'Oh.' There's that voice again.
'Ch.' Ignoring.
'Aren't you gonna ask if this is a dream?'
'Fuck off.'
'Oh come on...'
'...'
'Dream come true, huh?'
'Go bother someone else.'
'Someone wants to smile...'
'Urusai!'
'Whatever.'
"Teme." Stupid voice in the head
The sleeping figure above him began to stir.
'You woke him up...'
"..." Ignore.
The sun's rays filtered thoroughly through the windows. He is itching for a smoke. But he'd rather die that move from his current position. His companion shifted again. Oh well. Finally, he couldn't help it. His lips unconsciously twitched upward. And before he knew what it him it had turned into a smile, to a full blown grin that would surprise the hell out of those who knew him and probably send their enemies running to hell and never coming back. But hell he was a beautiful sight. Too bad no one can see. That's why he did it in the first place.
Maybe later, he would let the gorgeous emerald-eyed brunette beside see. He felt happy. He feels like singing with the birds, or shouting out 'til he lose his vocal chords at the rooftops. But of course, being who he was, he would never...
For once he did not feel like wanting to kill anything to day. Maybe he won't even whack the two bakas out there with his fan. Nothing could seem to damper his good mood, not even the prospect of having to deliver a sermon to a bunch of pathetic villagers. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.
Today, he rests. Today, he stays all day with the lovely sleeping man with him. To hell with the idiots and the rest of the world. The hag and the journey be damned! Let the youkais take over the world and paint it pink for all he cares. He will have this moment. And that was that.
Nothing ever matters.
But the silence, the warmth and the even breathing.
It was morning after all.
Owari
A/N: Ja... all done. Me sad. How was it? Like it hate? It sucked? Please review. It is greatly appreciated. I hope it isn't too bad. I'll try to do better next time... more effort for me, ne... maybe I should take writing classes... Or not... no time... Waaah!
Anyway, please don't curse my pitiful yet non-existent soul to seven hells! Please R&R. Onegai!
P.S. Again, minna san, THANK YOU for those who reviewed and will hopefully review!
Yare, yare. I'm off too sleep now after two another night without a wink of rest... Ja, ne.