None of the Saiyuki characters belong to me. 'Nuff said. Tiny itsy teeny weeny bit of SanzoxHakkai. I have a feeling it's rather cryptic…
Light
By Kyme
I lay still in my bed, wishing I wasn't so alone. It's so dark. The moon is hiding. Tendrils of fear creep up to me, and get ready to clench my heart in their cruel grasp.
I close my eyes. The dark surrounds me again. Maniacal eyes are gleaming in the never-ending black. I'm back again, to my worst nightmare. Demons are surrounding me, reaching with their vile, blood-stained fingers, trying to grab at me. My clammy, cold hands are gripping the revolver so tight, my knuckles are surely white.
The overwhelming fear of being alone squeezes at my chest. I'm gasping for air. The possibility that with one tiny mistake, I would die. If I were to stumble, a powerful grip would be on my neck, claws piercing my skin. And then the darkness will swallow me up forever.
My eyes snap open. I'm shivering and breathless. I drifted off again. I sit up in my bed and reach for my cigarettes. I fumble with one, before putting it to my lips. I look for my lighter. It's not on the table. I'm too exhausted, too afraid to leave the bed and walk in the dark. I know my lighter is in my robes, on the chair in the far corner. A dark corner. I can barely make out the silhouette of the chair. Never mind. I'll just stay right here.
Exhaustion is eating away at me. My eyes are hurting, but I can't sleep. I won't surrender to my demons again. The darkness is overwhelming. It's not worth it.
I hear the door creak slightly, and a sliver of flickering candle-light seeps through the crack.
"Sanzo? Are you alright?" Hakkai's concerned face is lit up by the candle-light. A bright green eye gazing at me. He comes into my room and brings the candle with him. He smiles at me.
Oh thank goodness. There's the light.