To quote that pianist from Dextor's Laboratory, "Here comes inspiration!" I swear, and I was hoping my ideas had been soothed.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki belongs to Minekura Kazuya. Yes, if it weren't for her, we'd still be stuck with the original "Journey to the West" where Hakkai was a pig. Yes, a pig. All of them were wimps except for Goku, who was an actual monkey.
Messiah
by Doc(Sakura Blackwolf)
'That day the world collasped leaving only me. The sky I looked up at was heavy and all of its color had been silenced. I still don't know what happened to the sun that should've been shining there.' -- Stigma, Minekura Kazuya
The sky was dim with gray clouds. It was a usual sort of sky these days. It was a rare occasion to see the blue colors but even rarer and near impossible to see the beaming sun in all its glory.
One year ago it felt like the world ended when it didn't. Through all the past twelve months that had gone by as slow as a snail, it had been hell. They were settling in hell it seemed. No longer was there an earth, a heaven to race toward. Just hell, sheol, jahannam, whatever one wished to call it. People were no longer believing there was anything left for them. The world was dry with optimism, full of pessimism, and lacking life in general. It was usual to walk in the streets and find somebody on the pavement dead or the sidewalk completely deserted.
One year ago, Gyuumao had been revived. One year ago, four men had arrived in Tenjiku to face Gyokumen-koushu and her step-son, Kougaiji as well as cease the awakening of Gyuumao and retrieve back the maten kyomen that had been taken from them. They failed in stopping the youkai king from waking up. The youkai who refused to live with humans fought with these four men.
Those men lost the fight.
Instead of killing them however, he sealed them in four different places throughout Togenkyou. And with the Minus Wave still wafting through the air, the human population was severely reduced. Youkai ruled both the air they breathed and the ground they walked upon, running through the civilization with the urge to kill. Humans tried to rebel against the supernatural beings. The population was lowered even more. Hope runs dry in Togenkyou and the mere thought of a miracle was frivolous. But to this day, there is a rumor running through the last remaining humans that one of the men who fought Gyuumao mangaged to escape imprisonment. So they prayed and they prayed that he would come and saved them all. They called him the Messiah.
Their expected savior had not shown himself since the battle.
The areas of Chou An were empty and silent. They have been for so long. Without a sound, the monk with the brilliant golden hair stepped to the area that kept his room. Chou An was hauntingly similar to that of Kinzan Temple. Quiet, in ruins, and reeking of death. A majority of the place was destroyed when the youkai invaded the area. He never bothered to clean up the place, except for the blood spilled that had once streaked every corner seen and stained it permantly. Genjo Sanzo had been in a deep coma for nearly a year. He had mangaged to escape from his prison for reasons he could not recall and remembered that he went back to Chou An in some way he could not bring to mind. The only place he could go back to and the only place he would acknowledge as home was here. He remembered the temple monks fussing over him and his bleeding injuries as well as the fact his sutra was missing from his firm shoulders before he had blacked out and stayed that way for nine months.
He woke up to death.
When the darkness had faded away, Sanzo had found himself in a secret compartment he wouldn't even bother looking for. When he opened the sealed off space to the world, he found the stench of rotting flesh was there to greet him. Various robed and tattered bodies on the floors, against the walls, hanging from the ceiling and blood... So much blood already dried like it had been splattered there forever. He had seen bulidings already torn down, broken pillars, and the Temple of the Setting Sun in a pile of burned ashes. Somehow his room mangaged to get out of the destruction. In return though, he found decaying bodies piled up at the door.
He didn't remember too much of the battle with Gyuumao. He remembered a lot of blood though. Blood always seemed to follow him, even through the gentle patting of raindrops. He remembered hearing screams, feeling the ground give out beneath him as he would fall to the dirt. And he wasn't able to retrieve his sutra. One of his wrists were broken before that could happen. Then he lost his gun and the other carpal was crushed. Blood sprayed on his face. Not all of it was his though. The high-ranking monk was surprised even Seiten Taisen Son Goku could not bring Gyuumao down. The one who nearly killed them all was taken down too. Sanzo remembered seeing how, but could only conjure up a blurring scene. The priest stepped into his room, whipping out the last fresh cigarette in his pack. He had to remember to try to grab another pack sometime later.
He knew Gyokumen-koushu was still alive with Kougaiji. She however, had gotten rid of Lirin, Dokugakuji, and Yaone permantly before his eyes. Not all the blood that had painted his face was his. Well, it's not like he thought he and the rest of the ikkou were invincible. They were, in a way, only human. He didn't like being beaten though. Didn't work well on his pride. And the priest didn't know where Goku, Hakkai, or Gojyo were. He could only recall blurs and lights and Chou An. Sanzo was sure they weren't killed, so where? He had no way of transporation except for on foot, unless he happened to come across Hakuryuu.
Sanzo slammed a fist against one of the walls surrounding him. He felt helpless, something he absolutely hated feeling. He couldn't remember too much of the battle, nor even get the slightest hint of where the other three were. But he was Genjo Sanzo. He could find them, if he wanted to. He had been able to get around places on foot, so he didn't necessarily need Hakuryuu. But that dragon would make travel faster and he wouldn't be walking aimlessly in one direction. But would he want to go out to "save the world" again? He had been thinking about it for a long, long time and realized he was tired. The blonde didn't really want another journey. Those three could be anywhere in the large civilization of Togenkyou, or they could be dead already. Or they could've rotted off the face of the earth.
His neglected cigarette lay crushed in his fist, unlighted. Sanzo looked at it for a moment before tossing it in a waste bin. He could not be the Messiah people wanted him to be. Looking at the hollow container that once held fresh, long sticks full of various chemicals, the priest tossed it in the bin too.
He had to go out to restock on cigarettes.
TBC
I know it's short. This story will probably have a shorter length than what I'm normally putting in. And don't worry, Sanzo will do something soon ^_^.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki belongs to Minekura Kazuya. Yes, if it weren't for her, we'd still be stuck with the original "Journey to the West" where Hakkai was a pig. Yes, a pig. All of them were wimps except for Goku, who was an actual monkey.
Messiah
by Doc(Sakura Blackwolf)
'That day the world collasped leaving only me. The sky I looked up at was heavy and all of its color had been silenced. I still don't know what happened to the sun that should've been shining there.' -- Stigma, Minekura Kazuya
The sky was dim with gray clouds. It was a usual sort of sky these days. It was a rare occasion to see the blue colors but even rarer and near impossible to see the beaming sun in all its glory.
One year ago it felt like the world ended when it didn't. Through all the past twelve months that had gone by as slow as a snail, it had been hell. They were settling in hell it seemed. No longer was there an earth, a heaven to race toward. Just hell, sheol, jahannam, whatever one wished to call it. People were no longer believing there was anything left for them. The world was dry with optimism, full of pessimism, and lacking life in general. It was usual to walk in the streets and find somebody on the pavement dead or the sidewalk completely deserted.
One year ago, Gyuumao had been revived. One year ago, four men had arrived in Tenjiku to face Gyokumen-koushu and her step-son, Kougaiji as well as cease the awakening of Gyuumao and retrieve back the maten kyomen that had been taken from them. They failed in stopping the youkai king from waking up. The youkai who refused to live with humans fought with these four men.
Those men lost the fight.
Instead of killing them however, he sealed them in four different places throughout Togenkyou. And with the Minus Wave still wafting through the air, the human population was severely reduced. Youkai ruled both the air they breathed and the ground they walked upon, running through the civilization with the urge to kill. Humans tried to rebel against the supernatural beings. The population was lowered even more. Hope runs dry in Togenkyou and the mere thought of a miracle was frivolous. But to this day, there is a rumor running through the last remaining humans that one of the men who fought Gyuumao mangaged to escape imprisonment. So they prayed and they prayed that he would come and saved them all. They called him the Messiah.
Their expected savior had not shown himself since the battle.
The areas of Chou An were empty and silent. They have been for so long. Without a sound, the monk with the brilliant golden hair stepped to the area that kept his room. Chou An was hauntingly similar to that of Kinzan Temple. Quiet, in ruins, and reeking of death. A majority of the place was destroyed when the youkai invaded the area. He never bothered to clean up the place, except for the blood spilled that had once streaked every corner seen and stained it permantly. Genjo Sanzo had been in a deep coma for nearly a year. He had mangaged to escape from his prison for reasons he could not recall and remembered that he went back to Chou An in some way he could not bring to mind. The only place he could go back to and the only place he would acknowledge as home was here. He remembered the temple monks fussing over him and his bleeding injuries as well as the fact his sutra was missing from his firm shoulders before he had blacked out and stayed that way for nine months.
He woke up to death.
When the darkness had faded away, Sanzo had found himself in a secret compartment he wouldn't even bother looking for. When he opened the sealed off space to the world, he found the stench of rotting flesh was there to greet him. Various robed and tattered bodies on the floors, against the walls, hanging from the ceiling and blood... So much blood already dried like it had been splattered there forever. He had seen bulidings already torn down, broken pillars, and the Temple of the Setting Sun in a pile of burned ashes. Somehow his room mangaged to get out of the destruction. In return though, he found decaying bodies piled up at the door.
He didn't remember too much of the battle with Gyuumao. He remembered a lot of blood though. Blood always seemed to follow him, even through the gentle patting of raindrops. He remembered hearing screams, feeling the ground give out beneath him as he would fall to the dirt. And he wasn't able to retrieve his sutra. One of his wrists were broken before that could happen. Then he lost his gun and the other carpal was crushed. Blood sprayed on his face. Not all of it was his though. The high-ranking monk was surprised even Seiten Taisen Son Goku could not bring Gyuumao down. The one who nearly killed them all was taken down too. Sanzo remembered seeing how, but could only conjure up a blurring scene. The priest stepped into his room, whipping out the last fresh cigarette in his pack. He had to remember to try to grab another pack sometime later.
He knew Gyokumen-koushu was still alive with Kougaiji. She however, had gotten rid of Lirin, Dokugakuji, and Yaone permantly before his eyes. Not all the blood that had painted his face was his. Well, it's not like he thought he and the rest of the ikkou were invincible. They were, in a way, only human. He didn't like being beaten though. Didn't work well on his pride. And the priest didn't know where Goku, Hakkai, or Gojyo were. He could only recall blurs and lights and Chou An. Sanzo was sure they weren't killed, so where? He had no way of transporation except for on foot, unless he happened to come across Hakuryuu.
Sanzo slammed a fist against one of the walls surrounding him. He felt helpless, something he absolutely hated feeling. He couldn't remember too much of the battle, nor even get the slightest hint of where the other three were. But he was Genjo Sanzo. He could find them, if he wanted to. He had been able to get around places on foot, so he didn't necessarily need Hakuryuu. But that dragon would make travel faster and he wouldn't be walking aimlessly in one direction. But would he want to go out to "save the world" again? He had been thinking about it for a long, long time and realized he was tired. The blonde didn't really want another journey. Those three could be anywhere in the large civilization of Togenkyou, or they could be dead already. Or they could've rotted off the face of the earth.
His neglected cigarette lay crushed in his fist, unlighted. Sanzo looked at it for a moment before tossing it in a waste bin. He could not be the Messiah people wanted him to be. Looking at the hollow container that once held fresh, long sticks full of various chemicals, the priest tossed it in the bin too.
He had to go out to restock on cigarettes.
TBC
I know it's short. This story will probably have a shorter length than what I'm normally putting in. And don't worry, Sanzo will do something soon ^_^.