Oh god..... why the random urge? >__< ........
I was backing up my journal because I'm paranoid like that and I came across a very old, OOC Saiyuki drabble I had written in January 2005.
And then reading that gave me the urge to write.
For the sake of everything considered holy, I don't know why. But it did.
Why do I get random urges after a full 5-7 month no-writing period? Seriously. Just shoot me.
Sanzo laid on the bed of the latest Inn, bandages wrapped around his middle and right shoulder. The youkai they had recently fought was thought to be of a scorpion variety with poison dripping from her long steal like claws.
The poison kept the wounds from healing properly and fed Sanzo's psyche with images and nightmares that left him screaming throughout the night.
~-~-~
Gojyo jumped onto the bed and straddled Sanzo's waist, pinning his arms on either side of his head to try and keep his movement to the bare minimum. Sanzo threw his head back and arched his back, screaming as another hot flash of pain ran through his veins.
He tried bucking Gojyo off, only to have Gojyo tighten his grip on Sanzo's forearms.
~-~-~
It had been almost four days when Sanzo started to show just how deeply the delusions were affecting him. He no longer fought quite as hard and not quite as long, giving up after a minutes struggle and staring at the wall beside his bed. Seeing but not seeing what was really in front of him.
Sweat, tears, and blood all ran together and made what had been a very unpleasant four days for all of them.
~-~-~
Sanzo seemed to have his moments of sanity. Sadly, even his most sane moments brought on a new case of insanity.
~-~-~
Sanzo's eyes cleared for the briefest moment before he threw himself off the bed and dived for the desk not half way across the room and fumbled with the item sitting on top of it. Gojyo and Hakkai didn't have a chance to move before Sanzo had raised his gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
There was no movement.
There was no sound.
Everything stood still; a moment frozen in time.
The scene of Sanzo standing not six feet away from where Gojyo and Hakkai currently stood, frozen in fear, with Sanzo's gun raised and pressed to his own head. The blood that was dripping onto the floor in a sick Chinese water torture like way.
It was almost a nightmare come true for them.
If not for the god-send empty click the barrel of the gun had made when the trigger was pressed.
I don't know what I should do with this. XD
Keep in mind that I haven't read or done anything with Saiyuki for...probably over a year. =O
I'll probably look over this tomorrow after I get all my application stuff taken care off.
Tell me what you guys think though! Should I even try to continue with this...weird....plotless....idea? It has angst all over it! >D
I am out of practice though. I have been for years. T___T
And then reading that gave me the urge to write.
For the sake of everything considered holy, I don't know why. But it did.
Why do I get random urges after a full 5-7 month no-writing period? Seriously. Just shoot me.
Sanzo laid on the bed of the latest Inn, bandages wrapped around his middle and right shoulder. The youkai they had recently fought was thought to be of a scorpion variety with poison dripping from her long steal like claws.
The poison kept the wounds from healing properly and fed Sanzo's psyche with images and nightmares that left him screaming throughout the night.
~-~-~
Gojyo jumped onto the bed and straddled Sanzo's waist, pinning his arms on either side of his head to try and keep his movement to the bare minimum. Sanzo threw his head back and arched his back, screaming as another hot flash of pain ran through his veins.
He tried bucking Gojyo off, only to have Gojyo tighten his grip on Sanzo's forearms.
~-~-~
It had been almost four days when Sanzo started to show just how deeply the delusions were affecting him. He no longer fought quite as hard and not quite as long, giving up after a minutes struggle and staring at the wall beside his bed. Seeing but not seeing what was really in front of him.
Sweat, tears, and blood all ran together and made what had been a very unpleasant four days for all of them.
~-~-~
Sanzo seemed to have his moments of sanity. Sadly, even his most sane moments brought on a new case of insanity.
~-~-~
Sanzo's eyes cleared for the briefest moment before he threw himself off the bed and dived for the desk not half way across the room and fumbled with the item sitting on top of it. Gojyo and Hakkai didn't have a chance to move before Sanzo had raised his gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
There was no movement.
There was no sound.
Everything stood still; a moment frozen in time.
The scene of Sanzo standing not six feet away from where Gojyo and Hakkai currently stood, frozen in fear, with Sanzo's gun raised and pressed to his own head. The blood that was dripping onto the floor in a sick Chinese water torture like way.
It was almost a nightmare come true for them.
If not for the god-send empty click the barrel of the gun had made when the trigger was pressed.
I don't know what I should do with this. XD
Keep in mind that I haven't read or done anything with Saiyuki for...probably over a year. =O
I'll probably look over this tomorrow after I get all my application stuff taken care off.
Tell me what you guys think though! Should I even try to continue with this...weird....plotless....idea? It has angst all over it! >D
I am out of practice though. I have been for years. T___T