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fic: This is all your tomorrows (round and round the carousel) (Saiyuki, Sanzo, PG)
Title: This is all of your tomorrows (round and round the carousel)
Author: qwerty
Summary: Something is foul in the temple at Chou-An. Everything backtalks Koryuu. And no, il n'a pas coupé le fromage.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Character: Sanzo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Original story: My dreams - when I grow up by Mushimimi
Notes:
The birds in the trees are gossiping among themselves, mostly about other birds and their doings, though one bird tells a dire tale of being robbed by a squirrel, and another one is full of mutterings about dark omens and how terrible the coming winter will be. Koryuu ignores them all.
Koryuu scowls ferociously at the heap of dry leaves he had painstakingly swept together as the edges rustle. The whole thing seems on the verge of flying apart even in the light breeze. "Don't you dare move," he warns the leaves, wondering if he dared to leave the pile long enough to get the dustpan. The gathered leaves shiver under his glare, but even so, some of the leaves on the outside edges roll away, the rustling sounding a lot like the skittering of mice or cockroaches. "Stop that!"
"You can't solve every problem by talking to it," his master murmurs from the comfort of the shady spot where he had stationed himself to blow smoke rings. "The leaves can do nothing; it is the wind that moves them." The new-falling leaves agree even as they drift down past him to join the other leaves on the ground.
"You're not helping," Koryuu accuses him, but of course Komyou Sanzo is never helpful. In fact, Komyou Sanzo had folded a paper plane with a few deft movements and flipped it into the air even before Koryuu has closed his mouth.
The wind, laughing, catches the orange paper and lifts it high; the color stands out starkly against the glare of the cloudless azure sky, just for a moment, then the wind casts it down into the pile of leaves, scattering leaves everywhere. "Hey! Damn you!" he shouts at the wind. The wind rakes heedless fingers through his hair, mussing it in ridiculous fashion before diving back into the scattered leaves. Koryuu furiously finger-combs his hair back into some semblance of order, cursing wind, leaves and his master under his breath.
"If you're going to quarrel with the wind, at least invest in a good hair gel first," observes his master serenely. Koryuu cannot think of a comeback to that. The courtyard is once more covered in leaves.
"Back to sweeping!" cries the broom with far too much enthusiasm as Koryuu turns back to the leaves.
Koryuu shakes the broom. "Shut up. Sweep it up yourself if you're so keen on it."
"I can't," says the broom happily. "I am only a passive object to be acted on. Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweepsweepsweep SWEEP!"
Koryuu throws it down in disgust. "This is absurd. Shut up!" He stamps away.
"You deny my purpose for existence," the broom weeps. After several long moments of this, Koryuu turns around and stamps back. He snatches up the snuffling broom and sweeps up the leaves again, and this time manages to dispose of the leaves before the wind scatters them again.
Komyou Sanzo blows a perfect smoke ring. The wind carefully gathers it up and opens it outwards, allowing the smoke ring to expand until it is too faint to be seen.
This was autumn. Winter passes without event, then, three days after the first green buds of spring have appeared in the trees, the bear comes back.
'There is no food for you here," Koryuu repeats to the bear patiently.
The bear moans. "Your monks pick my berries and mushrooms, and then they scare away the fish because they don't want me to take life. How was I supposed to live? What of my children?".
"What do you expect me to say? 'Let them eat tofu?'" he asks. The bears look hopeful. "No!"
"It was a hard winter," says the bear, its demeanor tragic. "Look at my poor children. If you will not save me, will you not save them? Come out, Pooh, Baloo, Anastacia." And three tiny cubs appear beside the bear.
Koryuu stares at them, appalled. It takes a moment for him to recover his composure. "Anastacia?"
"Can you think of any female fictional bears offhand?" demands the bear, its manner belligerent and defensive.
Koryuu cannot. "So what's your name?"
"I'm Jack." The bear stands up on its hind legs and spreads its powerful arms wide, proudly declaring, "I'm Queen of the Bears!"
Koryuu finds he could say nothing to that. He glances towards his master's quarters, but knows there will be no help forthcoming from there. "There is nothing I can do for you here," he insists irritably.
"I know," says the bear, and Koryuu thinks it looks odd - almost translucent, luminous. He turns around at the sounds of a crash and shouting; it is Satori in the kitchen again. Only a broken pot, or at worst a small fire that he knows will be put out even before the noise reaches his master's quarters. The young monk manages to do the same thing almost every day. Koryuu turns back to the bears, but they are gone. Two monks passing through the courtyard look at him and whisper behind their hands. He stares hard at the tree where the bears had stood as though fascinated by the rough bark until the two monks are gone.
"I can't even help myself," he tells the air.
It is not long after he saw the bears.
The mark Komyou Sanzo placed on him is a dull burn beneath the bandages. He looks at the guns and thinks of the bear, and of his master white against the pool of blood on the floor. How was I supposed to live? . Distantly, he is aware of the dinning murmurs in his ears growing soft and hazy as he approaches the gun he has chosen, fading away like the low whispers constantly exchanged behind his back. The dull gleam of the gun transfixes him. The smell of oil and powder fills his nostrils. He picks up the gun, weighs the cool metal in his hands. "I know what your purpose is," he tells the gun.
And everything falls silent.
Author: qwerty
Summary: Something is foul in the temple at Chou-An. Everything backtalks Koryuu. And no, il n'a pas coupé le fromage.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Character: Sanzo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Original story: My dreams - when I grow up by Mushimimi
Notes:
The birds in the trees are gossiping among themselves, mostly about other birds and their doings, though one bird tells a dire tale of being robbed by a squirrel, and another one is full of mutterings about dark omens and how terrible the coming winter will be. Koryuu ignores them all.
Koryuu scowls ferociously at the heap of dry leaves he had painstakingly swept together as the edges rustle. The whole thing seems on the verge of flying apart even in the light breeze. "Don't you dare move," he warns the leaves, wondering if he dared to leave the pile long enough to get the dustpan. The gathered leaves shiver under his glare, but even so, some of the leaves on the outside edges roll away, the rustling sounding a lot like the skittering of mice or cockroaches. "Stop that!"
"You can't solve every problem by talking to it," his master murmurs from the comfort of the shady spot where he had stationed himself to blow smoke rings. "The leaves can do nothing; it is the wind that moves them." The new-falling leaves agree even as they drift down past him to join the other leaves on the ground.
"You're not helping," Koryuu accuses him, but of course Komyou Sanzo is never helpful. In fact, Komyou Sanzo had folded a paper plane with a few deft movements and flipped it into the air even before Koryuu has closed his mouth.
The wind, laughing, catches the orange paper and lifts it high; the color stands out starkly against the glare of the cloudless azure sky, just for a moment, then the wind casts it down into the pile of leaves, scattering leaves everywhere. "Hey! Damn you!" he shouts at the wind. The wind rakes heedless fingers through his hair, mussing it in ridiculous fashion before diving back into the scattered leaves. Koryuu furiously finger-combs his hair back into some semblance of order, cursing wind, leaves and his master under his breath.
"If you're going to quarrel with the wind, at least invest in a good hair gel first," observes his master serenely. Koryuu cannot think of a comeback to that. The courtyard is once more covered in leaves.
"Back to sweeping!" cries the broom with far too much enthusiasm as Koryuu turns back to the leaves.
Koryuu shakes the broom. "Shut up. Sweep it up yourself if you're so keen on it."
"I can't," says the broom happily. "I am only a passive object to be acted on. Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweepsweepsweep SWEEP!"
Koryuu throws it down in disgust. "This is absurd. Shut up!" He stamps away.
"You deny my purpose for existence," the broom weeps. After several long moments of this, Koryuu turns around and stamps back. He snatches up the snuffling broom and sweeps up the leaves again, and this time manages to dispose of the leaves before the wind scatters them again.
Komyou Sanzo blows a perfect smoke ring. The wind carefully gathers it up and opens it outwards, allowing the smoke ring to expand until it is too faint to be seen.
This was autumn. Winter passes without event, then, three days after the first green buds of spring have appeared in the trees, the bear comes back.
'There is no food for you here," Koryuu repeats to the bear patiently.
The bear moans. "Your monks pick my berries and mushrooms, and then they scare away the fish because they don't want me to take life. How was I supposed to live? What of my children?".
"What do you expect me to say? 'Let them eat tofu?'" he asks. The bears look hopeful. "No!"
"It was a hard winter," says the bear, its demeanor tragic. "Look at my poor children. If you will not save me, will you not save them? Come out, Pooh, Baloo, Anastacia." And three tiny cubs appear beside the bear.
Koryuu stares at them, appalled. It takes a moment for him to recover his composure. "Anastacia?"
"Can you think of any female fictional bears offhand?" demands the bear, its manner belligerent and defensive.
Koryuu cannot. "So what's your name?"
"I'm Jack." The bear stands up on its hind legs and spreads its powerful arms wide, proudly declaring, "I'm Queen of the Bears!"
Koryuu finds he could say nothing to that. He glances towards his master's quarters, but knows there will be no help forthcoming from there. "There is nothing I can do for you here," he insists irritably.
"I know," says the bear, and Koryuu thinks it looks odd - almost translucent, luminous. He turns around at the sounds of a crash and shouting; it is Satori in the kitchen again. Only a broken pot, or at worst a small fire that he knows will be put out even before the noise reaches his master's quarters. The young monk manages to do the same thing almost every day. Koryuu turns back to the bears, but they are gone. Two monks passing through the courtyard look at him and whisper behind their hands. He stares hard at the tree where the bears had stood as though fascinated by the rough bark until the two monks are gone.
"I can't even help myself," he tells the air.
It is not long after he saw the bears.
The mark Komyou Sanzo placed on him is a dull burn beneath the bandages. He looks at the guns and thinks of the bear, and of his master white against the pool of blood on the floor. How was I supposed to live? . Distantly, he is aware of the dinning murmurs in his ears growing soft and hazy as he approaches the gun he has chosen, fading away like the low whispers constantly exchanged behind his back. The dull gleam of the gun transfixes him. The smell of oil and powder fills his nostrils. He picks up the gun, weighs the cool metal in his hands. "I know what your purpose is," he tells the gun.
And everything falls silent.
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*flails*
I love this.
"Don't you dare move," he warns the leaves
If only it were that easy, Koryuu.
Oh, goodness. This really made me feel for him, I don't know how else to put it.
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(Anonymous) 2008-04-20 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)Beautiful ^^
Thank you, thank you so much remixer. For coming up with this much when you only had that little to work with.
I like the ending very much; a good boundary between schizophrenic Koryuu and schizophrenic Genjo Sanzo.
And... let them eat tofu?
No, I can't thank you enough ^^
mushimimi