Se7en
Sinner the first: Sanzo
He loves this journey, really. Now, his movement must only be physical; in each mile ticked off he can measure his aim and make the travel his achievement. Within, he is stasis, a deliberate prisoner. The best of himself sinks into inertia; the road is his excuse for not caring, not acting, not taking a stand, not being anything in particular. When it is required, he acts without hesitation, but not without violent pressure. He desires nothing – works for nothing. He holds nothing – and thus needs to make no effort. Even death would be an effort, and so he lives.
A/N: this fic is inspired by Eyes of Shinigami's fic 'Seven sinners'; read it if you haven't. EoS, hope it lives up to yours!
This was Sloth, in case anyone didn't get it. Next instalment: Greed. Guess who? Correct answers will get Saiyuki e-cookies. Characters from Reload and Gunlock only.
Merry Christmas! I know, I know, this fic isn't in the holiday spirit, but I'm feeling grim right now.