Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Karma's a Bitch ❯ Karma's a Bich ( Chapter 1 )

I do not own Saiyuki and made no monies writing this thing.

 

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Gojyo takes care of Sanzo after the ikkuo's encounter with “Kami”

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Karma is a bitch, and so are you. And, yeah, me too. We're just running in circles, pretending we've got somewhere to go. Look at you, Sanzo. You are half dead. Is this what you get when you come back for me?

 

 

Karma's a whore. It gives and takes without any care. And we're just using her. You're so human, no matter what you think. You care too much, no matter what you say. You point your gun at us too much. You yell at us too much. If we were really nothing to you, you wouldn't bother. No matter what the gods said.

 

 

For the first time I wish you didn't.

 

 

For the first time I wish you'd practice what you preach.

 

 

For the first time I understand why you preach non-attachment.

 

 

But it's not my fault we failed. Not my fault we fell. I would've gone down alone if you didn't come back. Damnit! Why couldn't you let me go?

 

 

No- don't try to get up again. Come on, cherry. You're crawling on the floor like a nut-job. Who are you trying to fool? You couldn't hurt a fly in your condition.

 

 

You're so weak that you don't mind me holding you. So weak, but it's not my fault you're weak. It was your decision. So, yeah. That's right. You better let me keep holding you. You were the one who came back for me. You were the one who just had to have the last word and you were the one who just couldn't let go! Scream. Punch me. Go ahead. You're sissy hits are lame.

 

 

This is what you get. This is what you get when you give a shit...

 

 

Go ahead and do it. Again and again. Again and again. I want you to hate me. I want you to blame me. I want you to leave me. I want you to let me go. I want you to hate me. I want you to blame me for leaving. I want you to leave me. I want you to-

 

 

No. Don't stop. Don't you dare. Don't you dare. “Sanzo?”

 

 

“That's not my name, anymore.”

 

 

Are you actually feeling sorry for yourself? Give me a break.

 

 

“Not my name....”

 

 

Where is that damn transexual Goddess when you need her? I bet you're wondering that, right now. I bet you'd kiss me just like she kissed us if you thought it would help. Yeah, why not? You already committed the sin, so why not go for broke, right?

 

 

Right?

 

 

Don't look at me, Sanzo. Not like that. I ain't about to say I'm sorry, and I sure as hell ain't gonna kiss you, princess.

 

 

I remember, now. I remember she gave you my blood. Funny, I always thought of myself as a dirty thing. A perverted thing. “Born in sin,” they said. But my blood was good enough for a Sanzo. Good enough to give you life. And look at you now, half dead again.

 

 

“Not my name....”

 

 

“Calm down.” I can't stand to hear you talk like that. And I know you can't stand to say it. You'd rather I shot you dead with that pistol than let you say those things. But I'm not gonna. Just like you came back to get me, I'm here to save you.

 

 

Look at us. What a pitiful couple of assholes.

 

 

“Gojyo...”

 

 

“You need to go back to bed, princess.”

 

 

“Yeah, well you need a bath. You smell like ass.”

 

 

That's the spirit. “You say the sweetest things, honey.” I try to lift you. As light as you are, you struggle enough to stop me. “Better calm down. People'll say we're in love.”

 

 

“Shut up and just sit still.” And hold you. That part's unsaid. It doesn't have to be said. But, it's so loud in my head. And your arms are so tight around me. Like you'll never let me go. No matter what I say or do. Never. And maybe that's alright. This is the only sin that matters to you. And you're committing it. Not just for me. For all of us. “Don't get any perverted ideas.” Your voice is muffled in my hair. “It's just because of the pain.”

 

 

“Sure.” I don't believe that. You never had a problem with lying. And neither do I. No matter what karma it collects. “I get it.”