saiyuki short

Aug 01, 2007 02:48

Sanzo drabble.


He already had a monkey, reluctantly acquired at that. He needed another like he needed a wet cigarette. And yet, there was that godsdamned call again, like a fish-hook somewhere behind his sinuses. Twisting.

A different flavor. This one had a pathetic yearning to it that made Sanzo's teeth itch. Goku's call had posessed an underlying fierceness, a demand. Find me, love me, let me keep you. This new call had a hopeless tone. Sanzo thought, if it's futile why the fuck are you bothering me? But he knew he'd have to get there to be heard.

Sanzo knew how this worked. He gathered his fan and his gun, shoved his feet into his sandals, and walked into the night. It felt close by, this one. Wouldn't be far. He didn't have the time or patience to spare, he couldn't ignore this as he'd tried so hard and for so long with the last one. Sanzo was stubborn but he wasn't a fool. Repeating mistakes was for morons like the kappa, like Hakkai and his porcelain smile. Shit happened and you learned from it or it'd just keep happening, and no-one to blame but yourself.

Fucking Goku. Fucking monkey. What now? What next? What further indignity would Sanzo have to endure? The Three Aspects were surely punishing him for something.

If he knew what it was he'd probably do it again out of spite.

saiyuki, fic

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