Saiyuki Drabbles.
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100_roadtrips. One story told in four parts. Because we don't know how the battle will end...
Title: Destination.
Author: Rune
Words: 100 x 4
Summary: There is no promise of a return.
He was gasping, choking on smoke, and blood. And then he was drowning, liquid filling his lungs were the smoke had been. Dimly, he could make out the sound of voices, or crashing waves, he wasn’t sure. Slowly they grew louder and with them the water rose, and he’d never thought of himself as the ocean before, but here he was drowning, so it must be true. A wave broke over him, like arms lifting. His mouth full, he held his breath as the wave lifted him, felt water, like rain hit his face, and knew he’d reached the shore.
* * * * *
He wonders, absently, if perhaps it would be best to lay still, but the ground here is hard, and would not be comfortable. He crawls forward, because he is cold and knows only that if he can reach the warmth before him, the chill that grips him will not seem so strong.
It is a wet warmth, and red like fire, but he clutches it to him, lifting it to his chest, thinking only that fire melts ice and snow alike, and so this pain he feels should lessen. If there are tears it is only that he is thawing.
* * * * *
He could be proud of a job well done, but with a castle crumbling to ruins around him he wonders if that is, in fact, the case. It is a mission accomplished, whatever the cost might be, and dying now should piss him off more, but he can still hear them. Voices echo in his mind, teasing him, humouring him, one simply calling his name. There should be more pain, he should be more alone, and he should not be glad that he does not have the bullet to even make the pretense of driving away the comfort they offer.
* * * *
His eyes are open, but he can no longer see the others. He knows, though, that Hakkai lays, still hands clutching Gojyo, near the door now blocked by rubble. He knows that Sanzo is slumped, gun empty, in the center of the room.
He’d asked Hakkai, once, what death was like, since his friend was the only person he could think of with first hand experience. “Darker than I though it would be,” he’d said, but now Goku realizes that for once Hakkai was wrong. Because if death is where he’ll see Sanzo again, of course it will be bright.
100_roadtrips. One story told in four parts. Because we don't know how the battle will end...Title: Destination.
Author: Rune
Words: 100 x 4
Summary: There is no promise of a return.
He was gasping, choking on smoke, and blood. And then he was drowning, liquid filling his lungs were the smoke had been. Dimly, he could make out the sound of voices, or crashing waves, he wasn’t sure. Slowly they grew louder and with them the water rose, and he’d never thought of himself as the ocean before, but here he was drowning, so it must be true. A wave broke over him, like arms lifting. His mouth full, he held his breath as the wave lifted him, felt water, like rain hit his face, and knew he’d reached the shore.
He wonders, absently, if perhaps it would be best to lay still, but the ground here is hard, and would not be comfortable. He crawls forward, because he is cold and knows only that if he can reach the warmth before him, the chill that grips him will not seem so strong.
It is a wet warmth, and red like fire, but he clutches it to him, lifting it to his chest, thinking only that fire melts ice and snow alike, and so this pain he feels should lessen. If there are tears it is only that he is thawing.
He could be proud of a job well done, but with a castle crumbling to ruins around him he wonders if that is, in fact, the case. It is a mission accomplished, whatever the cost might be, and dying now should piss him off more, but he can still hear them. Voices echo in his mind, teasing him, humouring him, one simply calling his name. There should be more pain, he should be more alone, and he should not be glad that he does not have the bullet to even make the pretense of driving away the comfort they offer.
His eyes are open, but he can no longer see the others. He knows, though, that Hakkai lays, still hands clutching Gojyo, near the door now blocked by rubble. He knows that Sanzo is slumped, gun empty, in the center of the room.
He’d asked Hakkai, once, what death was like, since his friend was the only person he could think of with first hand experience. “Darker than I though it would be,” he’d said, but now Goku realizes that for once Hakkai was wrong. Because if death is where he’ll see Sanzo again, of course it will be bright.
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Date: 2005-02-28 11:28 pm (UTC)Not. Cool. Not cool at all, Rune.
very powerful. everyone's so clear, and it's so obvious who's who, even before you finish reading and can work by process of elimination backwards. and just...
waaaah.
even though you only use names in the last quarter, they all fit together so well, like slow snapshots. they're good, but they HURT so much...
::slinks off to nurse her wounds:: X_X
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Date: 2005-03-01 12:35 am (UTC)Is gratifying to hear though that it's affecting. *bows* Myself and muses both thank you.
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Date: 2005-03-01 03:00 am (UTC)Hurts to write, hurts to read. Like I'd ever stop myself though. So much, crammed into so few words. I envy you your ability to keep emotion succinct.
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Date: 2005-03-01 03:40 am (UTC)Good point. Mean ol' muses.
::hugs you for mutual comfort:: ;_;
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Date: 2005-03-01 04:20 am (UTC)Which reminds me, we're aiming for next Friday for our slashy dinner. You think you might be able to make it, yeah?
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Date: 2005-03-01 04:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-05 07:06 pm (UTC)Feh I'll poke you next time I'm on AIM.
Oh, and you + more than 100 words = yummmmm
Then again, you + any words at all = yummmmm
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Date: 2005-03-06 04:50 pm (UTC)And dude, I wait for you words all the time. Don't you owe us more of that story with Jien? Huh? *pokes, grins*
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Date: 2005-03-07 02:39 am (UTC)XD Wait for Wednesday. I promise. I really, -really- like writing Jien. At least the way I have him. *pets Jien*
Hillcrest, huh? *grins maniacally* Hell of a place to hold a slasher's dinner, don't you think? Geez, I remember my friend pressin' his face against the car window when we were down there, staring at guys on the street and trying desperately to determine their sexuality.
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:30 pm (UTC)And dude, Jien is excellent. I always love him. Between you and Night I'm a very happy little kid. You have been reading Night's Jien and Gonou story, right? *shoos* If you haven't read now! Read now!