Each, a Touch of Heaven Taken from Me by zan
Summary: Springkink 2nd round, Prompt: Gonou/Kanan: "Remembrance. Lanterns and fireflies."
Rating: R
Categories: Saiyuki
Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: Dark
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 10/23/07
Updated: 10/25/07
Each, a Touch of Heaven Taken from Me by zan
Chapter 1: One of One
Author's Notes:
""When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" - First Witch, Macbeth, (Act1, Sci), Shakespeare.
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Each, a Touch of Heaven Taken from Me by Zan
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Every night a death
Everyday a birth
... And in between the fireflies dance upon the river -
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Hakkai imagined all those glowing embers to be fireflies, stilled except for the flickering. The remnants of piles of paper money, wick burnt to their ends in hardening red pools of melted wax and joss stuck in plant pots where there was no earth. It was the last night of the Seventh Month. The Gates of Hell closed to deny both exit and entrance.
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"I don't know if you remember me," little boy Gonou thought,” but I remember you." He said to a memory in his head.
The first felt like the warmth of the sun lost to winter. The sunshine of smiles lost in a flurry of snow and masked in the melt hardened to ice.
"It is just us." Gonou kissed Kanan, hungry for all the years lost between them.
No one understood them, and anything that was wrong between them fell away to nothing. With shy smiles and tentative touches, that warmth renewed with fever. Love without the temperance of gradual growth. Love with clutching fingers panicked at the thought of no tomorrow.
"Goodbye Gonou," as she ignored his pleading, his need and freed herself.
Is there anything like the loss of a child? Be it now then or ever?
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It was not a thousand. A demon smiled and looked up at the sky, heavy with cloud but not a sign of rain. It was one thousand and one, one thousand and two and one thousand and three ...
Hakkai sighed. The wisps of smoke curled and struggled but could not even touch the hem of heaven and sank to the ground with the ashes. Today was the first day of the Eighth Month. In fifteen days there will be lanterns and mooncakes.
"That," he thought," will be nice."
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Fin
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