The Heir of Nothing | Ukoku, Goku | G
Title: The Heir of Nothing
Characters: Ukoku, Goku (not as a pairing! ^__~)
Warnings: Through Reload 6 (and beginning of 7)
Notes: For prompt #4, "opposites." Written in 45 minutes. First half is from Ukoku's POV, and the second half is Goku's POV. I wanted to write opposing perspectives of these two characters leading up to the final scene in Reload 6. The title is borrowed from a Smiths song. :)
The Heir of Nothing
-- Ukoku --
"I've tried everything, but I found it all rather dull," I said.
The monk looked back at me and had a strange sort of smile on his face as he replied, "Then you must be one dull individual, indeed."
--
The heretic monk. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Out of all the titles and names I've amassed through the years, I think this one is my favorite. And I've collected lots of names over time. Scholar, disciple, priest. Mad scientist is also a pretty little title, and that's just the beginning.
What am I, really? I'll tell you in the most succinct manner possible - I'm a collector. Titles, knowledge, and fleeting bits of amusement are my specialties. I collect pieces of lives from here and there, and nudge them around over a board to see where they end up. It's just a trivial pastime, but like any good collector, I'm always on the lookout for the next newfangled toy.
Pretty Red doesn't feel like playing anymore, which is quite a shame. But I've set my sights on something else - a gift left behind by someone who knew me once.
The gift was a priceless thing, you see - he was the sun to his moon.
I think I'll pay him a visit shortly. Perhaps a proper greeting is in order.
-- Goku --
"And what about you? If you died, would you want to be revived?"
Sanzo asked me, and I thought about it for a second. But forever is a long time, and I kinda know how that's like already. Now's where it's at.
"...nah. I think I'm good. I'll just try not to die, then."
--
All I remembered was my name. I couldn't remember anything else - no faces, no voices. What did I do to forget everything? Or was it just that I never had anything to forget to begin with? I would sit there staring out into the sky and mutter that name under my breath over and over because sometimes I was afraid I would forget that, too.
I'd learn later from Sanzo that I was stuck in there for 500 years. What is that?? 500 years! And the only thing I can say to that is, what a waste. I could've had 500 years worth of sukiyaki, meat buns and almond jelly. Maybe in 500 years, I could've grown as tall as Gojyo and as buff as Gat. And maybe in 500 years, I would've finally figured out how to beat that Hazel in poker, or learned which direction Sanzo's paper fan was coming from so I could duck under it just in the nick of time.
I don't think about it too much, though. I'm too busy catching up, I can barely keep it all in my head as it is. Cuz if it's a one-shot deal, I'm sticking around for as long as I can.
And this time around, I'm not gonna forget a thing.
Characters: Ukoku, Goku (not as a pairing! ^__~)
Warnings: Through Reload 6 (and beginning of 7)
Notes: For prompt #4, "opposites." Written in 45 minutes. First half is from Ukoku's POV, and the second half is Goku's POV. I wanted to write opposing perspectives of these two characters leading up to the final scene in Reload 6. The title is borrowed from a Smiths song. :)
The Heir of Nothing
-- Ukoku --
"I've tried everything, but I found it all rather dull," I said.
The monk looked back at me and had a strange sort of smile on his face as he replied, "Then you must be one dull individual, indeed."
--
The heretic monk. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Out of all the titles and names I've amassed through the years, I think this one is my favorite. And I've collected lots of names over time. Scholar, disciple, priest. Mad scientist is also a pretty little title, and that's just the beginning.
What am I, really? I'll tell you in the most succinct manner possible - I'm a collector. Titles, knowledge, and fleeting bits of amusement are my specialties. I collect pieces of lives from here and there, and nudge them around over a board to see where they end up. It's just a trivial pastime, but like any good collector, I'm always on the lookout for the next newfangled toy.
Pretty Red doesn't feel like playing anymore, which is quite a shame. But I've set my sights on something else - a gift left behind by someone who knew me once.
The gift was a priceless thing, you see - he was the sun to his moon.
I think I'll pay him a visit shortly. Perhaps a proper greeting is in order.
-- Goku --
"And what about you? If you died, would you want to be revived?"
Sanzo asked me, and I thought about it for a second. But forever is a long time, and I kinda know how that's like already. Now's where it's at.
"...nah. I think I'm good. I'll just try not to die, then."
--
All I remembered was my name. I couldn't remember anything else - no faces, no voices. What did I do to forget everything? Or was it just that I never had anything to forget to begin with? I would sit there staring out into the sky and mutter that name under my breath over and over because sometimes I was afraid I would forget that, too.
I'd learn later from Sanzo that I was stuck in there for 500 years. What is that?? 500 years! And the only thing I can say to that is, what a waste. I could've had 500 years worth of sukiyaki, meat buns and almond jelly. Maybe in 500 years, I could've grown as tall as Gojyo and as buff as Gat. And maybe in 500 years, I would've finally figured out how to beat that Hazel in poker, or learned which direction Sanzo's paper fan was coming from so I could duck under it just in the nick of time.
I don't think about it too much, though. I'm too busy catching up, I can barely keep it all in my head as it is. Cuz if it's a one-shot deal, I'm sticking around for as long as I can.
And this time around, I'm not gonna forget a thing.