Author: Mandolina Lightrobber PM
“It was the sake, definitely the sake.” [Genjo Sanzo, Hazel Grosse]Rated: Fiction K+ - English - G. Sanzo - Words: 427 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-14-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3657657
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A/N: Another fic written for a LiveJournal 10 whores community challenge.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kazuya Minekura. I'm just playing around.
He must have been drunk beyond all sense, Sanzo reasoned with himself, to have ended up in a situation like this. And it was truly not a wonder, – the sake back in the last town had been exceptionally good, to the point when one did not even want to rise from the table, too caught up in consuming the burning liquid. Which, he suspected was the reason why he was out here, in this mountain-riddled desert wasteland, sitting on a rock and smoking his fifth cigarette in a row. It must have also been a reason why the foreign priest sat on a rock to his left, subtly coughing every now and then, as if to demonstrate his distaste in the action the monk was so engaged in.
Sanzo did not care. He was rather immersed in trying to figure out how the hell had he managed to end up so far outside the town, separated from the rest of his group, and with the life-manipulating Western priest, no less. He frowned, still feeling the alcohol swirling in his system. Damn, that had been some quite strong sake.
Hazel fidgeted, the rock being a rather uncomfortable place for sitting (but he had had worse), and attempted to get Sanzo's attention for what had to be the thousandth time that day. Still, there was no response. The monk only flicked the filter away and reached for another cigarette. Hazel raised a hand to demonstratively chase the smoke away.
It was silence. Always silence. Whenever Sanzo was faced with something he did not want to confront, he engulfed himself if silence, forcing the outside world at bay. For Hazel, silence was the time when he conversed with his God, with the power that allowed him to bring the deceased people back to life. The relationship between the two priests could also be described with that one word, and either of the two could make what he wanted out of it. The word had so many different layers, and now, silence was what ruled the space between them.
It was the sake, definitely the sake. Otherwise they would not be sitting in the middle of nowhere, pondering something nonexistent. Neither of them would be sharing the same space in the silence that spoke louder and clearer than thousands of words.
Yes. It must have been the sake.