Summary : Love is disturbance, sacrifice, devotion, action, sun, suicide, instinct, need, pain and so much other things… Short POVs at various time of the manga, Yaoi hinted.
Disclaimer : They're not mine, but I hope they do love each other…
Part 3 : On The Road.
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« Love is instinct. »
(Hakuryu)
Meeting him at last, you had had the feeling you had been waiting for so long before you found him… Five hundred years, maybe.
After, it had been easy.
Be in the nearness of him. Always. Help if you can, even if it means taking the most humiliating of appearences (this jeep-form is ugly). Hate rain because he does. Fight for food with the golden-eyed child, like the stupid kappa, because it makes him smile. Crave for the touch of his skin on your scales.
You feel it's right.
You don't question this feeling. It is older than you are.
« Love is the mirror that makes you real. »
(Hakkai)
He got used to the new name a lot more easily than you did.
As he called for you, that night, though, you remained oblivious and
Kept staring at the storm outside. Lost to him.
Kneading your shoulder,
A soothing hand.
It crawled under you shirt until it settled on the torn skin of your belly.
In the end, you could only
Surrender to this awkward embrace and
Bury your head in his neck not to hear the sound
Of the rain that whispered your former name. You were
Resting in peace.
Now you were really his, it meant.
« Love is need. »
(Gojyo)
Sometimes, you realize how selfish you are. You are ashamed of yourself.
If you still call his name each time you come home, it's because you're afraid he might have left the time you've been gone.
If you scold him each time he tries to protect you, it's because if one day he pushes it too far it would have been no point in saving you, then.
If you so often hold him tight, anytime it rains, it's not only to give him comfort. It's because you're afraid he might forget your existence.
You can't imagine an empty home anymore.
« Love is sun. »
(Goku)
Sanzo is gone.
It seems impossible. As if Hakkai had told you somebody snatched the sun from the sky.
Since Sanzo is not in Jeepu, through the windshield you can see the sun instead of his nape, westward. Your eyes are burning.
So you close them, but the sun is still here, like a red butterfly under your eyelids.
Like the echo that would ring long after a gunshot in the still air.
Even when you can't see, sun is. That's comforting.
You hope Sanzo is okay.
He has to be. Because once you find him… once you find him…
« Love is pain. »
(Sanzo)
You're unable to take it. It would be rape.
You're unable to accept it. It would be a weakness.
You're unable to give it. Why would you?
You're unable to save it. People die, always.
Thinking of it hurts.
It's raining: your master is slaughtered again under your very eyes.
Hearing it hurts.
In certain inns, Hakkai and Gojyo forget the walls are as thin as paper.
Touching it hurts.
Goku smiles in his sleep. Your hand flees from his face.
So, in the bright day, you say : hold for nothing.
And they, poor souls, they dare believe you.