Self-Help
Title: Self-Help
Rating: PG
Fandom: Saiyuki
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: It had been a joke really. Something to laugh about. It hadn’t been serious.
SELF HELP
The priest glared at it from across the room.
Eyes pinning the thing in place.
It never stood a chance.
*&*
The book stared back at the priest.
Like it could pierce straight through his soul.
The book knew that as soon as the corrupt, gun-wielding monk opened his pages, well, then they’d talk.
*&*
It had been a joke really.
Something to laugh about.
The red-headed Kappa had bought the book on a whim and given it to the blonde as a joke.
Just a joke.
It wasn’t meant to be serious.
Needless to say, the monk had not been impressed and had pulled his gun out of nowhere and threatened to blow the bloody idiot of a kappa to the next village.
But, the said bloody idiot of a kappa had let out a grin and a sigh and had high-tailed it out of the room in the blink of an eye. Clearly not liking the thought of being blown into the next village.
After seeing the display, the book decided that perhaps he could be of use here.
Hm. First impressions.
Excruciatingly beautiful, if a man can be considered thus.
Clearly a temper problem.
Exceedingly skinny, anorexic perhaps.
The attitude of one with a weight of exceptional proportions on his scrawny shoulders.
And the look in his eyes of one who has suffered.
Suffered losses, gains and burdens.
Yes, the book decided, he could be of help here.
*&*
Two days had passed and the book was getting dusty.
The priest, who he was now able to name, Sanzo, had yet to do anything but glare at him. He seemed at a loss.
The poor boy. But that was what this particular book was created for. He would stay in the corner here and dusty until the monk was ready.
It may take a while, but eventually the blonde would take a look.
*&*
It took another three days before the monk had picked up the book and placed it excruciatingly slowly on the desk in the hotel room.
Ah. The book thought. They were getting somewhere. The child was giving him a second glance, it wouldn’t be long now.
*&*
It was a crisp evening two nights later, if the book was not mistaken, when the blonde sat down sulkily in the chair by the desk.
Ah. So, here they were.
And he was opened as Sanzo flipped the cover moodily.
Yes, the book decided. Many of his first assumptions were correct as the thick pile of pages and the child talked long into the night.
Yes, there was a temper problem, a result of much, perhaps from the parents he’d never met, perhaps from the priests at the temple, a prejudiced bunch they were, and perhaps from the bunch of ‘incompetent morons’ as he so eloquently put it that he was now surrounded by.
Yes, the monk was anorexic. But not consciously and not deliberately. It was an act that many back at the temple had acclaimed. Fasting was a way to appreciate the Gods. However, the book thought, how little sense this made.
Yes, many a burden had been placed here. A journey of gigantic proportions, a journey that no child should be forced to act upon.
Yes, he was one that had suffered. The abandonment of those that called themselves his parents, and the death of the one that acted as such.
And yes, despite these trivialities, if the book had the right to say so, that this boy was in fact beautiful, in more ways than one.
Even if he didn’t know it yet.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Saiyuki
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: It had been a joke really. Something to laugh about. It hadn’t been serious.
SELF HELP
The priest glared at it from across the room.
Eyes pinning the thing in place.
It never stood a chance.
*&*
The book stared back at the priest.
Like it could pierce straight through his soul.
The book knew that as soon as the corrupt, gun-wielding monk opened his pages, well, then they’d talk.
*&*
It had been a joke really.
Something to laugh about.
The red-headed Kappa had bought the book on a whim and given it to the blonde as a joke.
Just a joke.
It wasn’t meant to be serious.
Needless to say, the monk had not been impressed and had pulled his gun out of nowhere and threatened to blow the bloody idiot of a kappa to the next village.
But, the said bloody idiot of a kappa had let out a grin and a sigh and had high-tailed it out of the room in the blink of an eye. Clearly not liking the thought of being blown into the next village.
After seeing the display, the book decided that perhaps he could be of use here.
Hm. First impressions.
Excruciatingly beautiful, if a man can be considered thus.
Clearly a temper problem.
Exceedingly skinny, anorexic perhaps.
The attitude of one with a weight of exceptional proportions on his scrawny shoulders.
And the look in his eyes of one who has suffered.
Suffered losses, gains and burdens.
Yes, the book decided, he could be of help here.
*&*
Two days had passed and the book was getting dusty.
The priest, who he was now able to name, Sanzo, had yet to do anything but glare at him. He seemed at a loss.
The poor boy. But that was what this particular book was created for. He would stay in the corner here and dusty until the monk was ready.
It may take a while, but eventually the blonde would take a look.
*&*
It took another three days before the monk had picked up the book and placed it excruciatingly slowly on the desk in the hotel room.
Ah. The book thought. They were getting somewhere. The child was giving him a second glance, it wouldn’t be long now.
*&*
It was a crisp evening two nights later, if the book was not mistaken, when the blonde sat down sulkily in the chair by the desk.
Ah. So, here they were.
And he was opened as Sanzo flipped the cover moodily.
Yes, the book decided. Many of his first assumptions were correct as the thick pile of pages and the child talked long into the night.
Yes, there was a temper problem, a result of much, perhaps from the parents he’d never met, perhaps from the priests at the temple, a prejudiced bunch they were, and perhaps from the bunch of ‘incompetent morons’ as he so eloquently put it that he was now surrounded by.
Yes, the monk was anorexic. But not consciously and not deliberately. It was an act that many back at the temple had acclaimed. Fasting was a way to appreciate the Gods. However, the book thought, how little sense this made.
Yes, many a burden had been placed here. A journey of gigantic proportions, a journey that no child should be forced to act upon.
Yes, he was one that had suffered. The abandonment of those that called themselves his parents, and the death of the one that acted as such.
And yes, despite these trivialities, if the book had the right to say so, that this boy was in fact beautiful, in more ways than one.
Even if he didn’t know it yet.