Just Some Random Saiyuki
Quit
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki
Gojyo sat down on the bed on the inn. It was raining, meaning Hakkai and Sanzo weren't in a good mood. All four of them were sharing a room, dejectedly. Sanzo was in his typical routine by reading a newspaper and smoking a cig. Hakkai was seated by the window drinking tea and petting Hakuryu. Goku was snacking on dumplings at the table in the room. Gojyo sat and smoke. Exactly when did Gojyo start smoking was at a young age; his motives for it weren't all that complicated.
Smoking was his unshed tears.
The ashes were his burnt hatred. The burnt hatred for his hair and eyes, even a little for his mother.
The bud of the cigarette was his mother burning heart. Burning heart of anger. Mother may not have hated Gojyo, she fed him, clothed him and still kept him in her home, but she definitely didn't like him. When she came across his face she became angry. She burnt with rage, like the bud of his cigarettes and then burnt to ashes.
The ashes were his dried tears. The tears that wanted to be released at a young age, they just were incapable of freeing themselves.
Gojyo stopped smoking for a second. Now that he thought about it, didn't he already cry on his way to Kami-sama? Weren't his tears already freed?
So why the fuck was he still smoking?
Gojyo looked down at his cig in distaste. He took it out of his mouth and grabbed a new pack of his favorite brand: Hi-Lite. He strolled over to the trash can and dumped them. He accomplished an impossible task without hesitation. During this whole accomplishment, the whole Sanzo-ikkou was watching and had their mouths hanging.
They were stuck within the element of surprise.
Gojyo strolled back over to the bed, looked at them staring and asked, "Can't a guy quit smoking?"
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This thought came into my mind as I thought about how people always say Gojyo cigs were his tears. So, I actually really thought, "Why the fuck was he still smoking?" I solved the problem. Read and review, please.