Title: The Long Road
Fandom: Saiyuki/Saiyuki Gaiden
Prompt: Loss of Home/Shelter
Rating: PG-13 for language (because it's Gojyo)
Word Count: 609
Summary: Two roads that didn’t diverge so much at all. Sometimes even a lesson well learned bears repeating.
A/N: Written for hc_bingo. Masterpost with my game card is here.
A/N2: OMG formatting hell, someone please tell me if I broke anything and didn't notice? orz
The cherry blossoms, as always, were falling.
Tenpou tapped a cigarette out of his pack, offering one to their ‘captive’ absentmindedly, even if he’d never seen the dragon smoke once in their long acquaintance. And it was a very long acquaintance now, wasn’t it?
“You must be surprised?”
“I’ve given up being surprised by anything you do.”
“Mm, yes, probably a good strategy.”
Sanzo going on a pilgrimage of some sort wasn’t new in and of itself. Being told they were expected to go with him, however, was a bit of a shock. For none of them quite so much as Sanzo, unfortunately. For some reason, he just didn’t seem to want them along.
Gojyo, of course, took great offense to that.
“What? We’re not good enough to play nursemaids to some shitty monk?”
“Fuck you, too, Sanzo-sama.”
He stood at the window long after the soldiers gathered around the barracks had grown tired
taunting him. For now, he just watched them. Kenren had disappeared back into his rooms
to settle something or another, leaving him alone to smoke one last cigarette before going
inside to join him in planning their miraculous escape. Gojun may not be surprised by
anything he did, anymore, but he would be if they pulled this off.
This place had been the closest thing to a home Heaven had ever provided him. A world’s
worth of knowledge here, and it would all go to waste without him there to appreciate it.
He stubbed his cigarette out on the windowsill and turned away from the view.
None of them would know what to do with real knowledge, anyway.
“Well, that’s the last of it.”
“Are you sure that’s everything? Those bags look pretty small.”
“Everything essential. Hakuryu only has so much trunk space.”
“...It’s really creepy hearing you talk about your pet like that.”
“Ahaha, yes, I suppose it would be.”
Gojun was quiet, probably dozing, or at least politely pretending he wasn’t listening to their plans. Not that it mattered much whether he was or not, seeing as he was coming with them.
“But if we wait too long, the distraction will be useless.”
“If we go too soon, we might not be able to time the distraction right, either.”
They both stared at the map.
“Not that it really matters when we go.”
“But think of the adventure, General.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It was getting pretty boring up here, anyway.”
He shut the door and locked it firmly behind them, even if he knew as well as Gojyo did that they wouldn’t be coming back to it. And knowing Gojyo’s few, unfortunate acquaintances, there wouldn’t be much to come back to even with the door locked. Managing to survive long enough to return suddenly seemed the easy part.
Stranger things had happened, though. Sometimes, the best thing to do was the thing no one expected. Not even oneself.
“Well.” He caressed his bookshelves one last time as he led the small group through his library to the back exit. Their surprise had already been prepared. All that was left was to slip away before anyone noticed they were gone. “It’s been a good run.”
He ushered them through the doorway that would take them to the tunnel while behind them the world exploded.
With Hakuryu already in his jeep form, Hakkai waited for the others to join him. He let his mind wander in the silence of the forest, through memories of other journeys that had started, and ended, here. A petal drifted to land on the passenger seat, and he looked up, surprised.
It seemed the cherry blossoms were already falling.
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