This is very short, I know, but I think it describes the feelings or remorse of our favorite Siyuki boys in a way…
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Crimson: Remorse
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Don't worry,
It's only a dream…
"H-he's just asleep! Don't lie to me!"
"Goku… I'm sorry…He won't be getting up again"
"You stupid monkey! He's d-dead! It's not going to change!"
Three figures stood inside an alleyway, a crumpled form of a body lying in front of them… Rain was pouring down hard and the smallest of the three was shaking, muffled sobs racking his tiny form...
"B-but! I…I never got to say sorry for y-yelling at h-him!" The monkey king stuttered in a dead tone, tears pouring down his face as he stared, unblinkingly at the corpse of his best friend below him, golden eyes wide in shock and remorse…Goku finally cracked, and began to yell, as expected from the emotional child…
The tallest of the three shook his head slowly, eyes half-lidded in a sure fire sign of an attempt to keep himself from crying. Slick brown hair stood, matted to his face as he tried to speak in order to comfort the child now yelling in sorrow…But in reality, he needed comfort as well… His mouth opened, and all that came out was an inaudible choking sound, before he too began to feel moisture trailing from his eyes and down his face…Turning to the stoic monk behind him, Hakkai lowered his head, eyes locked with the face of the body beneath him…
Goyjo looked peaceful in death, a calm expression on his normally smirking face. His deep red hair billowed slightly around him, blending in with the blood that pooled around his body… His skin was a ghostly pale color that could rival Sanzo's, and his eyes stayed half-lidded… His eyes were what scared everyone the most: The light… No, the life in his once shining crimson eyes was gone, replaced with an odd, cloudy look…
Mouth a thin, straight line, purple eyes stared at the puddle of blood pooling around his sandals… It was not his blood, it was not warm blood. It was his friends blood, and it was cold blood. Turning his head to stare at Goku, who was now clutching Goyjo's shirt and shaking him in an attempt to wake the dead man up, he suddenly felt an emotion he had not experienced in over ten years… It was remorse, it was a feeling of loss… But what was he loosing? A team-mate? A comrade? No…
He was losing a friend…
--------Several weeks later--------
A lone jeep rode quickly through a scorching desert, sand flying behind the rubber wheels and the three figures in the truck went about their business…
The driver was a tall man, with dark brown hair and a lost, steely look in his once warm hazel eyes… His mouth a delicate frown, and he remained focused on the road ahead, never speaking unless he had something important to say.
The silent figure in the back was a young boy, with light bark colored hair and golden dead eyes that were surrounded by dark rings, a give away sign or insomnia. His mouth was opened slightly as he stared into space. Ever since Goyjo's death, the once cheerful monkey king had never been the same. He now never spoke, never smiled, never complained about being hungry. In fact, the boy barely ate or slept anymore. It was a completely different set of mind and personality, and there was no way it would change…
The blonde man in the passengers seat seemed un-changed, an angry look in his cold purple eyes as always. A cigarette between his lips as always, and a set of monks robes wrapped around his torso as always… He seemed unchanged, he still yelled, but more out of a way to try and make things normal again. He still hit Goku over the head with a fan, but now it was without reason, only to try and regain normalcy.
He mourned every night over the death of the damn red-headed kappa, he mourned the death of a…
Friend.
Owari
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