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At the End of it All by zan
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Challenge # 8: for the ffnetauthors.proboards. This one was
extremely tough for me and I’m not sure I pulled it off quite right! Even
so…here you go! This is a non slash one shot.



 



Disclaimer: "Gensomaden Saiyuki, Saiyuki: Reload, Saiyuki:
Gaiden" and all of its characters were created by Kazuya Minekura. They
belong to her and were used without prior permission. No monetary profit is
made through this story.



 



And at the End of it All!  By Zan



 



“Keep off your thoughts from things that are past and done;



For thinking of the past wakes regret and pain.



Keep off your thoughts from thinking what will happen;



To think of the future fills one with dismay.”



                                 - Bai Juyi (from Resignation)



 



And so here I am.  After all
these years I can see the path leading up to the house being taken over by
weeds and detritus litter it liberally. Arriving just as the clouds are moving
away and sunshine slowly takes precedent. I can smell that ‘after-the-rain’
scent. It is heavy in the air. Paradoxically however, the freshening breeze
disperses the humidity and everything is new and clean. And even I can pretend
I am clean and new…



Well for a while anyway, and I
did say pretend. At that, I can feel a wry smile creep over my face. Even
knowing how I come to be standing here, now; and acknowledging the Fates — the
smile is real. The sad thing is no one is here to see this slip in façade!



The drips and drops from the
leaves in the trees, together in tune and time with the voices of the creatures
leaving their shelter from the previous downpour to bask in the drying warmth;
sound to me a kind of soft forest water symphony. The sunbeams play at shadows
with the shrubbery and dances and dapples all in a moving pattern like laundry
hanging on a line and fluttering in the blustery air. Drinking it all in, I let
the moment of peace wash over me.



I reach up above me, right hand
clasping the back of my left, and I stretch. “Aah!” I exhale gradually and feel
my stiff back relax a little into the pull of my arms. Driving more or less
permanently for seven years can do that I suppose. Thinking of driving, I
wonder where the little white dragonet is. Hmm, perhaps he is stretching too. And
having his little moment.



Shaking my head a little, to
clear it? It is possible. My thoughts seem rambling and going nowhere. A little
unlike me some may say. Rambling; that is what the exterior of the house looks
like. Then it strikes me. About my thoughts going nowhere that is. This time
the bemusement is spontaneous.



“I don’t have anywhere to go!”



Now that is a thought that
pleases me no end. Maybe I will miss chasing the sunset. No, I do not think so
somehow. Not for a while at least.    



The weeds, the overgrowing
bramble; in general the greenery is unruly. There are even a few branches lying
in front of the doorway. Wind being the most likely of culprits. Leaving twigs
here and there on its haphazard way over all and sundry. Well, a prediction
says that I will be mowing the lawn, weeding the garden and trimming the hedge,
very soon. Again something strikes a chord in me. That the most I will have to
worry about is squashing a centipede right in its tracks. A shiver goes down my
spine. This dark thought is threatening to drive my cheery outlook away.



“I hate centipedes.”



“Stop it right there.” I tell
myself sternly. “Don’t go there.” Oh! I am good at this. Sometimes I scare even
myself.



“Ahahaha!” How dare I break my
appreciative train of thought?



With that out of the way, I
survey my surroundings again. Appraising it, I think that the house itself does
not look to be in too much of a state of disrepair. I am sure my erstwhile
crimson companion and I are not above or beyond fixing and setting the place
up. I run through a checklist in my head.



“Kitchen, shower, living (?)
room, bedroom. Hmm, yes new mattresses for the futon and the bed…”



I cannot help doing this. Some
habits are just not for the breaking — it seems.



I look up into the sky, at the
sun just past its zenith. It is cloudless, and the recent rain just a light
summer shower. I do not think it will rain tonight.



“Thank the heavens.” I actually
say aloud.



But still, having here a house in
front of me with its roof still intact no less; I will make sure that I do not
spend the night under the constellations. Even in spite of my penchant for
stargazing and waxing lyrical to myself and no one in particular. Just me and
my thoughts in soliloquy. In some instances I know this to be a dangerous
pastime. Momentarily panicking for some reason unbeknownst to me, I send out
feelers of sensory energy. But it is alright. I breathe out a sigh of relief. I
can detect nothing with evil intent. Yes, perhaps the wariness will stay with
me always. Just as my loathing for centipedes amongst other things. Nothing I
can do about such things. And some things I just cannot let go. Not yet.



So I go back to my deliberations,
and I wonder how my former-soon-to-be-again housemate is doing on the inside of
said abode. I hope he is checking out what works and what does not, and making
a list as well. But I know him, so I will just have to take what he comes up
with and we can work on it from there. Speaking of the devil…



The front door bursts open and
Gojyo runs out screaming, in abject fear may I add.



“Aargh! There’s a giant spider in
my pants!” Shattering my moment’s reverie. No peace for the wicked I tell
myself. No, none at all.



 



Owari



 



Author’s notes:



I think the original priest who
went in search of the scriptures took seventeen years to travel in all. Seven
is just a number I like.



Word count without excerpt — 889



Word count with excerpt      —
932      



   








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