Saiyuki Fanfic - Time
Title: Time
Author: kami_krazy
Rating/Warning: None, I suppose. Komyou's pretty laid back.
Summary: You have it to waste, to spend, to save, to hoard away, and to give. But it runs out eventually.
The dawn chorus seems to begin far earlier than it had in the days of my youth. It seems, sometimes, that I've barely had a moment to sit and watch the moon before it disappears from the sky, replaced by the first soft tones of sunrise as the nighttime crickets are silenced by the first reedy calls of early-rising birds. My youngest disciple, dear Kouryuu, would be so disappointed with me if he were to find out that I had spent the entire night sitting on the porch outside my chamber doors, but he won't. I doubt he'll think to ask, and I learned the advantages of non-disclosure long ago.
I wonder, sometimes, what Ukoku would think to see me sitting here all through the night. The man would probably tease me with some quip about waiting up for him in his usual roguish way. The thought makes me smile, really. The dear boy...so much younger than he likes to let the world believe.
Now, though, is not the time for idle reminiscences. The temple comes to life shortly after the onset of the new morning and there is so much to do. I have some little things to attend to, and I have a new day to enjoy, for all that the skies are a murky grey fading deeper towards the far mountains, heralding rain to come.
Night will be upon us far faster than anyone will have hoped. Change will come with it, I feel, and I can't help but sigh softly as I move about my room, making sure that everything is in order, stowing both of the sutras in their places carefully as the soft scuffle of feet against old wood alerts me to the wakefulness of at least a few of my fellows greeting the new dawn. I listen for one small pair of footsteps in particular, smiling to myself as they get closer.
So little time. It truly isn't fair that I will be leaving someone so young with the burden of my years. My duty. But I know no one better suited to bear them.
Author: kami_krazy
Rating/Warning: None, I suppose. Komyou's pretty laid back.
Summary: You have it to waste, to spend, to save, to hoard away, and to give. But it runs out eventually.
The dawn chorus seems to begin far earlier than it had in the days of my youth. It seems, sometimes, that I've barely had a moment to sit and watch the moon before it disappears from the sky, replaced by the first soft tones of sunrise as the nighttime crickets are silenced by the first reedy calls of early-rising birds. My youngest disciple, dear Kouryuu, would be so disappointed with me if he were to find out that I had spent the entire night sitting on the porch outside my chamber doors, but he won't. I doubt he'll think to ask, and I learned the advantages of non-disclosure long ago.
I wonder, sometimes, what Ukoku would think to see me sitting here all through the night. The man would probably tease me with some quip about waiting up for him in his usual roguish way. The thought makes me smile, really. The dear boy...so much younger than he likes to let the world believe.
Now, though, is not the time for idle reminiscences. The temple comes to life shortly after the onset of the new morning and there is so much to do. I have some little things to attend to, and I have a new day to enjoy, for all that the skies are a murky grey fading deeper towards the far mountains, heralding rain to come.
Night will be upon us far faster than anyone will have hoped. Change will come with it, I feel, and I can't help but sigh softly as I move about my room, making sure that everything is in order, stowing both of the sutras in their places carefully as the soft scuffle of feet against old wood alerts me to the wakefulness of at least a few of my fellows greeting the new dawn. I listen for one small pair of footsteps in particular, smiling to myself as they get closer.
So little time. It truly isn't fair that I will be leaving someone so young with the burden of my years. My duty. But I know no one better suited to bear them.