Title: My Home
Author: ashengem
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None
really. You might see some shonen-ai if you squint and use your
strongest binoculars
Disclaimer: Hah,
as if. I'm imaginative, not creative. So, if there was any doubt,
no, I don't own Saiyuki.
Author's Note: Inspired by the song "My Home" by Rockapella. Yeah, that's where I got the title, too.
Home sweet home. I can't tell you the last time I said that. It must be long ago. Kanan was probably still alive.
Driving through wasteland after forest after wasteland on a quest to save the world gives one plenty of time to ponder thoughts of home; both what and where it is.
"Home is where the heart is," goes the old saying. I always figured my heart died when Kannan did. I don't know that this is true any longer.
One may also assume that my home would be or have been the small house I shared with Gojyo. And truthfully, I felt at home there. But that little house seems so far away from where I am.
Would I feel at home there now? Would there be something missing? Am I the same as I was when I left?
No. I'm going about this the wrong way. This can't be right.
I don't think I could be anywhere that didn't smell like spilt alcohol and stale cigarettes now. I couldn't be without Goku's complaints of hunger, or his fights with Gojyo. I couldn't do without Sanzo threatening to kill us on an hourly basis. I couldn't do without Gojyo at all, for all his constant worry over me.
We're, the four of us, currently sitting at a small table, smoke circling our heads like an overly large halo. Mahjongg tiles filled the table. Asahi cans littered the floor. All of a sudden I chuckled as I realised the answer to my own question, and my companions stopped what they were doing and looked to me.
Only Gojyo spoke. "Oi, Hakkai? You okay?"
I gave my long-time companion a sincere smile. "Yes, Gojyo. Everything's perfect."
I'm home here, where they are.