Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Red sunrise ❯ Red sunrise ( Chapter 1 )

Came to me as I finished Golden Dawn and it just seemed the logical thing to do. This one came out even more down beat than the first one, I blame…….I dunno….but not me *shifty eyes*.

 

I of course don't own Genjyo Sanzo or Sha Gojyo, what a pity yada yada etc. They belong to the wonderful Kazuya Minekura.

 

 

Red Sunrise

 

 

Red sunrise, the dawning of another day of fighting and hardship. Another day bearing witness to the horrific impact of the minus wave. Another day when blood will spill, staining the world the same bitterly beautiful colour as the hair that curls across the pillow beside you.

 

 

You reach out a hand to the silky strands, lifting them to lie in your palm, watching as they slide away with a tilt of your fingers. If only the blood that stains your hands could wash away so easily.

 

 

You wait for him to wake up, never boring of the ritual. The way he twitches first, then the eyelids flutter. He wets his lips and finally his eyes slide open, red as his hair. And you smile because he's beautiful, and because he's yours.

 

 

This time is your time, the time after sunrise when no one has yet made any demands of you. When the others still peacefully sleep and the day has not truly begun. The only time you can justify your idleness, the idle pleasure.

 

 

No words, just soft touches and light kisses. You trace the line of his scars with your finger and smile ruefully. Time's slipped past, too much of dawns light has slid over the horizon and you both have rolls to play.

 

 

He knows this too, appreciates the sanctity of this time. Slipping from the bed he moves swiftly, gathering his clothes and padding away down the hall.

 

 

You dress silently, the shutters coming down as the folds of pale fabric of your robes fall round you. Sometimes you let the mask slip one final time as you pass his door, selfishly wanting one last smile that's just for you in return, not the flirtatious smirk the rest of the world gets.

 

 

Red Sunrise, all your sins and vices rolled into one man, contained in some way by his effervescence. Only then are you truly yourself, in the distilled light of pure morning. On the road again with nothing to sustain you but the odd glance and hungry eyes

 

 

You watch him, the way his muscles work under tanned skin, the angular lines of his beautiful face and you wish for a minute you were both different people. That you didn't have to run off and save the world, but if the world were different, you too would be different, and he would no longer be Sha Gojyo

 

 

Red Sunrise, you would never trade in its fire for some cheap imitation, some pale replica of its passion. You need his intensity, his sin, his taboo, it reminds you of your own. A painfully sharp reminder of your past, you need his blood red innocence as he needs your shrouding light. And all you can do is let yourself forget, freed from regret if only for those few short minutes of red sunrise.