Authoress Notes: I don't exactly know what this is. Too long to be a drabble... and not exactly my idea of a one-shot. But oh well what can you do when your muse starts gnawing at your leg and won't stop until you write something. Evil muse.
Disclaimer: No I do not own Saiyuki.
Love, What's Love
By: AShauni
He sat across from me, looking the perfect giggalo; cigarette resting in his mouth, arms sprawled out behind his head, and his cream colored button up shirt open exposing his chest. The crimson of his eyes rested on me as I recounted to him the worst day of my life. The faces of my victims still fresh in my mind as they begged for mercy and my unwavering rage as I ruthlessly drove in my blade. I told him he was an admonishment to me, that his red hair and eyes were a constant reminder.
How ironic that my savior that fateful night should remind me of the very sins I had committed , the thousand demons that I killed for the sake of my own greedy little heart .I loved Kanan dearly but in truth it wasn't her death that sent me into that murderous rampage, it was the anger at myself for not being able to protect her that took me over the edge.
Never before had I bared my soul so readily to another being besides my dear Kanan. If I had been more myself I would have analyzed this point further; why did I feel so at ease with this man, why was I baring my soul to a stranger? However I was not myself and I pushed these thoughts away, I was merely grateful for his soothing presence.
So as I sat there and told him my deepest, darkest sins, he told me of his own bloody past. Although his sin was only the fact that he was born.
' It seems love was the source of both our pain. The love I couldn't win; the love you couldn't protect.'
And in that moment I knew we were irrevocably bound, that it was fate or destiny that had brought us together that night. I knew in that moment, he needed me as much as I needed him. He may have saved my life that night, but I think we could end up saving each other.
