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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,541
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Merciful Goddess
He had always said he would never say a prayer for any of his companions if they fell, but he had always known that Hakkai would be the exception to that self-imposed edict. Not only did Genjo Sanzo say a prayer when they buried their friend, he cried as well. The priest was only mildly surprised to find that the human-turned-youkai had found a way into the affections he had shielded from the world for so long.
Hours later, Gojyo and Goku were sleeping—the kind of sleep only the emotionally drained could achieve. Hakuryu was curled up in the priest’s lap in a tight ball of anguish, taking what little comfort could be had from the human. Occasionally, as Sanzo petted him absently, the little dragon would cry sorrowfully. Hiding his own grief behind his usual emotional shield, the priest smoked the last of the cigarettes in his pack.
When the cigarette was nothing but filter, he dropped it to the ground and looked up at the bright morning sky. It looked far too cheerful to be allowed.
“Where’s your mercy now, you arrogant bitch?” he asked, not really aware that the words were spoken aloud.
“Cursing at me won’t get what you want.” Sanzo hadn’t expected Kanzeon Botsatsu to answer him, but he wasn’t entirely surprised by her appearance either.
Hakuryu took wing as the priest turned to face the goddess. “So you can save my sorry ass whenever you feel like it, but not his? What kind of mercy is that?”
The goddess shrugged dismissively. “If I had let you die, they would have turned around and gone home.”
“Maybe we still should.” Sanzo stood up and began walking to their packs, fully prepared to pick everything up and load it into the jeep.
“Then who will save paradise?”
“Its not really my problem. It never was. You can find someone else to clean your shit up. I’m tired of it, and so are they.”
She gave him a skeptical look. “Even if you were to go back, it wouldn’t be over. The youkai will come for you as long as you carry the sutra.”
“I know.” The priest continued packing up their supplies, his hand wavering over Hakkai’s things. Finally, he put the youkai’s belongings back into their bag; they would take them along until it wasn’t possible to do so anymore.
Kanzeon Botsatsu watched this through thoughtful eyes. “I would have done anything to spare you this additional pain, Konzen.”
“That’s not my name.”
“I know. But that’s how I’ll always think of you.”
Sanzo didn’t notice when the Merciful Goddess took her leave; he was too busy trying to hide sudden, fresh tears.
Hours later, Gojyo and Goku were sleeping—the kind of sleep only the emotionally drained could achieve. Hakuryu was curled up in the priest’s lap in a tight ball of anguish, taking what little comfort could be had from the human. Occasionally, as Sanzo petted him absently, the little dragon would cry sorrowfully. Hiding his own grief behind his usual emotional shield, the priest smoked the last of the cigarettes in his pack.
When the cigarette was nothing but filter, he dropped it to the ground and looked up at the bright morning sky. It looked far too cheerful to be allowed.
“Where’s your mercy now, you arrogant bitch?” he asked, not really aware that the words were spoken aloud.
“Cursing at me won’t get what you want.” Sanzo hadn’t expected Kanzeon Botsatsu to answer him, but he wasn’t entirely surprised by her appearance either.
Hakuryu took wing as the priest turned to face the goddess. “So you can save my sorry ass whenever you feel like it, but not his? What kind of mercy is that?”
The goddess shrugged dismissively. “If I had let you die, they would have turned around and gone home.”
“Maybe we still should.” Sanzo stood up and began walking to their packs, fully prepared to pick everything up and load it into the jeep.
“Then who will save paradise?”
“Its not really my problem. It never was. You can find someone else to clean your shit up. I’m tired of it, and so are they.”
She gave him a skeptical look. “Even if you were to go back, it wouldn’t be over. The youkai will come for you as long as you carry the sutra.”
“I know.” The priest continued packing up their supplies, his hand wavering over Hakkai’s things. Finally, he put the youkai’s belongings back into their bag; they would take them along until it wasn’t possible to do so anymore.
Kanzeon Botsatsu watched this through thoughtful eyes. “I would have done anything to spare you this additional pain, Konzen.”
“That’s not my name.”
“I know. But that’s how I’ll always think of you.”
Sanzo didn’t notice when the Merciful Goddess took her leave; he was too busy trying to hide sudden, fresh tears.