Well, this is fairly short for me but I like it anyway. Seeing as I really don't think there's much toelse to say I'll leave you to your reading! Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: As always, I've never owned them, I don't think they would let me own them.
Desert Heat
Beautiful monk.
Who would have thought? Those two words hardly even belong in the same sentence together. I, for one, never expected to come across a monk that wasn't old, bald and preaching complete nonsense. In fact, it never occurred to me that a monk could be anything but annoying. I definitely never expected him to be beautiful.
However, since the day I met him, although I have come up with many other harsher words to describe him, beautiful is always at the forefront of my mind. No matter how much I comment on his bad attitude or his seemingly rash behavior, I can never really fault him for it. One look from those steady violet eyes and I lose my convictions to the wind.
Not that I don't have my problems with him. For one, he's a man. I have never really swung that way, not to say I haven't done it, but just that it would not normally be my first choice. Secondly, for a man with the face of an angel, his attitude sucks. Sarcastic, bitchy, and as cold and hard as the gun he so loves to threaten me with. He's never happy and the only time he smiles is when that sadistic gleam comes into his eyes and then the very curve of his lips is a seduction into the malicious. Is it such a wonder that I taunt him so often? I crave to see that smile, even if it's appearance is to foretell my own dread.
I believe it's a gift that I met this particular monk. I have no other idea what else it could be. Somehow, I was chosen to be amongst his companions, to fight by his side, and strive to be his equal. There is no reason for it to have been me, but I am forever in debt to the forces that brought us together.
These last days of travel have given me plenty of time to think. With nothing but sand and rock around us my attention has been completely distracted by him. Even now, as I complain of the dry heat and the company I'm forced to sit with in the backseat, I'm amusing myself by watching the wind brush it's fingers through his fine blond hair. Lifting it and then letting it float down around his face, shading the eyes he patiently closed from the evenings setting sun. Somehow, my eyes and soul are both enraptured by this mans simple appearance. There is no rhyme or reason to it, I simply long for him like I have for no other.
Maybe it's because he is so forbidden to me. He holds himself on such a different level than everyone else and he always seems so untouchable. Perhaps these are the reasons I desire him so badly. Then again, maybe I just don't desire my own life enough. Only he knows what he would do if I ever unleashed my will upon him.
One day soon, I'll find out though. I can feel it. I'll trap him, seduce him, whatever will work to my advantage. No matter what the others will say, I must have him just once. I need to know what he's like, I must find out for myself what this beautiful monk is truly like inside.
It's my goal, you see, to have him. Completely. This man, this beautiful monk.
Genjo Sanzo.
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