I don't own Saiyuki or Stigma. The story is just an adaptation of Saiyuki into the story of Stigma. And in case you don't know, Stigma is a manga by Kazuya Minekura herself.So all other disclaimers are applied too.

Story is in Genjo Sanzo's narrative

A Blue Sky To Call Home

"It's a dark world, walking under the ash-gray skies. I want to hold you and then, I'd have my own world."

(I ) Call my name

"I want to be called, even if I hear so many voices… I will always hear you call my name…"

I was in the bar. The smell of alcohol filled my nostrils. I had nowhere to go. No name to be called. I only called myself Sanzo, the only word that came to my mind. I have no memory, no past and therefore, I will have no future.

The truth is, one day I had woken up and then , there. There was only a void. An emptiness inside of me...

I stared into my glass of wine, then I looked up and I saw her.

She was a whore.

She had to give herself up for others, sacrificing herself for ther plesure.

With smile, hse asked me where I was headed. I answered that Iwas headed nowehre. "Is that so?"

"Well, then have you ever seen hell?" she asked me, leaning on my table.

I ansered, no and she smile again, "I have to take at least three roudtrips through it..." she muttered. With a wild look in her eye, I could almost sense what she wanted.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." I replied.

"That's too bad. Truth is, I kind of like you." she said, walking beside me. She placed her hand on my shoulder.

She smiled so innocently then..

"You better get going, becuase maybe you ought to do something better than living in hell everyday..."

A soft sigh came from her as she slowly walked away.

The next day, her body was found, lifeless in a back alley.

I was there again at the bar.

I over heard some guys near me, talking.

"If only she had listened to me. She had a good sum of money to keep her alive... Ifonly she listened to me, then I didn't have to kill her. Oh well, everyone will forget by tomorrow. Who would care for a dead whore..."

Suddenly, the smellalcohol and the blood and the gunpowder reached right inside of me.

And I slowly pulled out a gun and i gnored the screams of the people. They called me, but I didn't turn around.

She picked a one way ticket., but it wasn't to hell. It was just to a world of nothing.

But I didn't have a ticket, so where was I to go?

And I didn't have a past. All I had was emptiness and a void of no emotions.

Tempting yet unfeasible illusions.

I had no where to go and I came from no where...

I remember wakingup ona heap of garbage, bleeding.

Alone…

With a suit case at my side

Nameless…

I had no memory

Soulless…

It was after a great war.

The sky had become gray. There were no more birds. They had become extinct. The future was soulless. Like me. It had no future and so didn't I…

A blue sky...

It was something never uttered anymore. Were we being mocked that the transparency of the blue sjy had gone away and fade into this ash-grey color? The sky was petrified and faded.

When I try to notice it...
I havealways beenlooking at the ground
Am I afraid of catching sight of my past? Or am I looking for the "me" I dropped somewhere along the way
All I know is how low the sky feels and how near the ground is

Nowhere to go…

How does the time pass?

While I wonder aimlessly…

With out a conscience…

Without a past or a future…

I left the bar and walked silently outside, staring down at the ground. I couldn't look up at the sky, for I was troubled by my sins. I couldn't look forward, knowing there was nowhere to go to.

Everyday, I would wander the soils of this damn earth. Slowly withering, with my life…

I would always be somewhere else. See other people… but none were familiar. I was like a lost child, looking for someone to go to. Looking for someone I know… even if I felt deep inside… I would never find anyone.

No one…

Then that time I didn't look forward at my future, but my future came to me…

To Be Continued…