Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Euphoria ❯ Euphoria ( One-Shot )

Disc. Not mine. Story written in French and loaded a long time ago on my other profile (Fabulae Faber on ffdotnet). I’m not good at turning French into English, so, sorry if the language is even more atrocious than usual…  Summary: Yaone and Doku are following Kou. Everything is alright in the best of worlds. Short Doku’s POV. Missing scene at the end of Kou’s brainwash and before his coming back to Hoto. Birdie : Oh, I forgot. Don’t get used to it. I don’t do optimistic fics usually. Dokugakuji (still having nightmares) : How could I forget…?   « Euphoria »   I can’t speak. I positively can’t.   All I can do is following and staring. Walking close behind and devouring the sight. Rediscovering the way you move, simply. Even this wasn’t yours, lately. Reaching out with my hand and catching myself just in time before I brush your shoulder.   I’d like I knew for sure that I’ll always remember these moments with the highest clarity. Never forget the exhilaration whirling in my chest whereas I’m attending to you again and that you acknowledge my presence.   Every single detail of the picture is perfect. The bright daylight flowing through the swaying foliages in the faint breeze. The nice feeling of the warmth fading slowly in the end of afternoon. The hollow sound of the foaming stream still audible far down there. The mad chirping of the birds. The intoxicating fragrance of the fuzzy white flowers wildly festooning the vines that coil inextricably in the high branches. A single, immaculate, fallen petal on your shoulder which is almost invisible on your white tunic. Soon or later these memories are going to fade from my mind even if they strangely belong to the eery perfection of the picture. But, the colchicums…   I still can feel this idiotic smile blossoming on my face. I am utterly unable to wipe it away… Colchicums on the pathside are pale violet, and from the bottom of my heart I wish I could remember their how so distinctive, how so familiar shade…   They are forgotten, both these foes that we leave and don’t hate, and these « allies » we are about to join in Hoto and are the root of all our misfortunes. One step after another, the only thing that matters is the narrow footpath and the person I’m tailing. You are back. To your usual self. Merely a bit more quiet, perhaps. But Yaone and I don’t blame you, because at this very moment, none of us feels like talking, feels like remembering. All that counts is the present moment.   The feeling of my good fortune is sustaining my pace. I feel rich today. I own nothing but I have all that I want. Perfect contentment. During these minutes, I have no desire. This is the reason why of this blissful smile, stubbornly if not absurdly locked on my face.   It happened so quickly. I had no hope any more. Only the consciousness of the choice I had made and the strong will to stick to it, whatever be the price. This is the way I always meant to live my life.   And that lightning. The brightness of the glowing head of Son Goku’s nyoibô cutting through the air in the middle of the silvery swirls of my brother’s shakujou. The blinding certitude of my last moment to come, or a wound, at the least, and blackness and impossibility to protect what (who) I care the most about. Failure. How did I get tricked so easily?   And the blow that never falls. Never strikes me.   See the surprise that transforms my foes’ faces, and feel myself still standing.   Because, obviously, somebody shielded me. Somebody. One ridiculous moment, I haven’t understood.   The incredulity which follows the awakening from a nightmare. The last moment of doubt that hopelessness had tried so hard to submerge. One second to understand it could be only you, the one who intervened. Astonishment is like a blow in the chest which takes the breath away and makes spotlights dance in your sight.   See the form sprawled on the ground. And realize. See you coming back for a mere second to loose you once again.   Find this way the freedom to touch you again, from this day you pushed me away, is a real nightmare. You’re unconscious. And then, hardly a breath, so close, to my ear…   Three words. But they are yours. Your voice. You.   My joy is so fierce that it’s easy to act the anger and hopelessness for the ones who are looking at us. In order to forget the doubt that lingers that I might still be wrong, that my dream is not reality. Maybe it’s too good to be true…   That’s why I’m almost surprised all over again as the well-known words of the incantation ring in the atmosphere. And this outburst of heat which marks Engokuki’s appearance in our dimension has always such a resonance, he looks so much like you, somehow, that doubt isn’t allowed any more…But I have learnt to be cautious.    The words you address to a wet (and outraged) sanzo-ikkou sound like you. Their soft irony as you announce your – our- retreat sound like you. And thank God, this frank and direct look as you turn to us at last, it’s you.   How come you even dared ask whether we were coming with you? But your derisive smile shows you’re openly scoffing at me. Of course you know. No vain oath, when we swore we’d be following you, nee? Even to the heart of your darkness, we’d do. Now, you know.   Yaone’s eyes were bright. She looked like an ecstatic Madonna, as if shining from the inside. Her eyes grew  tremendously, sparkling with suppressed tears of joy.  Somehow, she is still in the same state at the minute. I wonder whether this joy that transfigures her can be seen on my face, too. If mine is the mirror of hers.   The place is quiet, the path leading to our dragons is pleasant. Turn round and look at us, Kou. See the power that you have on us.   Come to think of it…Felicity in faithfulness. You did not forget me. Do you realize? Something in you could remember and ripped the veil of darkness which sinful hands had laid in your mind. The very idea that your return was tied to the fact that I was in danger is like something too incredible to be true. This an unspeakable feeling of happiness whose reason seems utterly misplaced…Whatever be the cause, who cares after all, since you came back to us…   You turn round at last. I can read the shock on your face. The sheer intensity of the joy on our features overwhelms you, just like the warmth of your gaze on us will always have an incomparable effect on the people who swore to follow you. There’s no need for words, and birds keep on chirping to fill the silence.   Everything is fine.   Well, not for Yaone who suddenly lets go of a muffled cry, remembering one of the wounds from one of the monk’s bullets and already trying to mend it feverishly…   Your look is desperate, it is almost comical. I avoid mentioning to our chemist that your other arm seems ankylosed and that I fear it might be broken. Since you don’t care, even this can’t mar my sheer delight, this feeling of obscure certitude that everything is as it has to be.   Where are we heading? What is left to do for you? I don’t know, I don’t even have the strength of trying to remember. As long as I fall in your step, it doesn’t matter. You’ll choose freely where to go. Where to lead us.   « Daijoubu desu. »   You want to comfort Yaone, but you seem yourself surprised by the fact. You’re not simply speaking of the scratch on your arm. A slight smile graces your face, eventually. This is too much, and this time, I can’t restrain my hand. My palm lands on your hair, and I realize for the first time how much my gesture has something of overly possessiveness, before ruffling the mahogany bangs between my fingers. So comforting, this renewed familiarity.   Yaone’s pearly laughter. I’m pretty sure she knows how much I missed this contact. By listening to it, you give up any desire of protestation with a resigned and almost amused sigh.   Your shoulders straighten up slightly after this ministration, and you resume your walking.   Whatever happen, everything will be alright.   I don’t know how I might call this feeling.   Colchicums, don’t forget the unique color of the colchicums, my mind whispers a last time…   oOoOoOo owari oOoOoOo   A/N : Euphoria : (greek. eu, well, good, and pherein, carry, feel.) intense sensation of well being, perfect joy and optimism.