Saiyuki: Hakkai/Gojyo
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kinkfestFandom: Saiyuki Hakkai/Gojyo
Title: Wild and Wooded be the West
Author/Artist: i_am_zan
Rating: Gen. Sorry ladies and gents, it is work safe.
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Word count: 950
Summary: Prompt – The WIld West. Alt.U.
A/N: This is unbeta-ed. I do apologise greatly that this is not more than it is because it could be. I had a really good idea but it refused to be pinned down and I was battling fevers in my two little ones so I'm a little frayed round the edges..once again to the prompter ... I am sorry it isn't ... more
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. All belong to Minekura sensei. This exercise is for fun and not for profit. It is Oct 2 here already so apologies if this seems a little early!
Wild and Wooded be the West by Zan
No one ever comes this far West
Where elves and faeries play tricks on Man
This wild and wooded West
Where even dragons roams the land
…
“Dragons. Bah!”
The young man huddles within his cloak, as he treads a path home in the rain. Though only autumn it is still chilly, and he is grateful for both the under and over tunics he wears. He pulls the cowl of his cloak up over his head and set apace more brisk.
He set upon the forest trail, past the wooded copse away from the village and onwards home. The ground is mud and slippery with wet leaves of ochre and brown. He shivers as a cold wind blows across his face and for a moment, he loses sight of his way as he wipes the water from his brows. He trips and almost falls.
“Vex’d be the Gods this night,” and is glad that his utterances reach no one.
He curses softly as he finds himself face to one fair of face, fast taking up the pallor of Death. He kneels down beside the foundling and in a moment of fey, he catches a glimpse of a smile. It is like faerie fingers brush the back of his neck, as light flies across the sky and the Gods sound their might.
There is an urgent need to have the rain without, for the puddles forming chars with blood. He tears a long strip of tunic linen to staunch a belly wound and uses his cape to wrap his new ward. As gently as he can he slings a limp arm over his shoulder, he grasps the stranger’s waist to him and does not think it odd it feels like they fit like a hand inside a glove; he does not think it odd to find the stranger not a weight too hard to bear.
“Do not go over,” he pleads. Yet in a voice more firm, “no one is dying here tonight,” he informs the Gods above.
He does not hear the laughter. That perhaps the Lady of the Woods is being merciful tonight and for the moment leaves the young men upon their way home alone. She has a white dragon to corner and with whom to concur.
…
The sun beat down upon them. The two young men are holding each other up. The both of them have many wounds upon them.
“Stop,” one says to the other.
“Yes, perhaps resting for a bit is a good idea,” the other agrees.
“No, listen.” The first one clutches frantically at his friend’s tunic, “We’re both tired and we cannot run anymore. I cannot run anymore. We’ve gone as far as we can and I don’t think anyone will come after us anymore.”
“That doesn’t matter. We just have to make it home. Once there, we’ll be safe.” Panic hitches his voice. He cannot imagine life without his friend.
“No we’re as near home as we will ever be.” Somehow, it sounds like it could be true.
“I don’t think I understand.”
“No you never do.” The one says shaking his head wonderingly, “perhaps that is part of your charm.”
“I guess it’s good to stop.” The tall one gently lay his friend down against a generous bole of oak. “If I ever see that stupid monk again, I’ll tell him we’re done with this questing thing.”
“Ahahaha,” it was odd how he made that sound like, it was speech and not like laughter. “I’m sure he knows.”
“We never did get to meet any dragons, much less have a sniff of their hoard.” The other cast a sideways glance at his friend. He looked away again because he did not want to be caught noticing the wince of pain, as pale hands grasp at each other nervously. He brusquely stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Do not worry. I’m just setting about so as to keep us warm for the coming of the night.”
The young man gathered to him a few long light branches of leaves and wove them to make a kind of covering. He gathered more dried leaves to layer over makeshift cover and pulled it over to his friend. He pulled off his over tunic and ripped it at the seams. It made a good-sized blanket.
“The things I do for you,” he muttered to his sleepy friend.
“Yes, yes always taking your clothes off.” Came the answer with a smile.
The ground would be hard but at least it was dry, they could keep each other warm, especially with the makeshift covering. He slipped underneath the makeshift coverlet, next to his friend.
“Is this ok for you?” He asked almost shyly.
“I sleep upon a bed of oak underneath the stars,” was the answer. “It’s most kingly indeed.”
“Hrmmh.”
The young man curved his body to fit round his friend. It was for the warmth of course. He placed one long leg along the length of the other’s legs and the other he placed over and bent at the knee. It felt natural, warm and comfortable to be so spooned this way. He wrapped an arm over his friend’s arm and interlaced their fingers. They forgot the hard ground, their wounds and the cold night descended unnoticed.
“I could sleep here like this forever,” one whispered softly to the other.
“Mm feels safe, warm and good.”
…
There is a bole of Oak in the Wild West Wood, where vine curves and curls all round it in a lover’s embrace. A weed creeps its way in between the oak and vine. It has pretty little red flowers. Like a crown of red lipped kisses.
Fin
Title: Wild and Wooded be the West
Author/Artist: i_am_zan
Rating: Gen. Sorry ladies and gents, it is work safe.
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Word count: 950
Summary: Prompt – The WIld West. Alt.U.
A/N: This is unbeta-ed. I do apologise greatly that this is not more than it is because it could be. I had a really good idea but it refused to be pinned down and I was battling fevers in my two little ones so I'm a little frayed round the edges..once again to the prompter ... I am sorry it isn't ... more
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. All belong to Minekura sensei. This exercise is for fun and not for profit. It is Oct 2 here already so apologies if this seems a little early!
Wild and Wooded be the West by Zan
No one ever comes this far West
Where elves and faeries play tricks on Man
This wild and wooded West
Where even dragons roams the land
…
“Dragons. Bah!”
The young man huddles within his cloak, as he treads a path home in the rain. Though only autumn it is still chilly, and he is grateful for both the under and over tunics he wears. He pulls the cowl of his cloak up over his head and set apace more brisk.
He set upon the forest trail, past the wooded copse away from the village and onwards home. The ground is mud and slippery with wet leaves of ochre and brown. He shivers as a cold wind blows across his face and for a moment, he loses sight of his way as he wipes the water from his brows. He trips and almost falls.
“Vex’d be the Gods this night,” and is glad that his utterances reach no one.
He curses softly as he finds himself face to one fair of face, fast taking up the pallor of Death. He kneels down beside the foundling and in a moment of fey, he catches a glimpse of a smile. It is like faerie fingers brush the back of his neck, as light flies across the sky and the Gods sound their might.
There is an urgent need to have the rain without, for the puddles forming chars with blood. He tears a long strip of tunic linen to staunch a belly wound and uses his cape to wrap his new ward. As gently as he can he slings a limp arm over his shoulder, he grasps the stranger’s waist to him and does not think it odd it feels like they fit like a hand inside a glove; he does not think it odd to find the stranger not a weight too hard to bear.
“Do not go over,” he pleads. Yet in a voice more firm, “no one is dying here tonight,” he informs the Gods above.
He does not hear the laughter. That perhaps the Lady of the Woods is being merciful tonight and for the moment leaves the young men upon their way home alone. She has a white dragon to corner and with whom to concur.
…
The sun beat down upon them. The two young men are holding each other up. The both of them have many wounds upon them.
“Stop,” one says to the other.
“Yes, perhaps resting for a bit is a good idea,” the other agrees.
“No, listen.” The first one clutches frantically at his friend’s tunic, “We’re both tired and we cannot run anymore. I cannot run anymore. We’ve gone as far as we can and I don’t think anyone will come after us anymore.”
“That doesn’t matter. We just have to make it home. Once there, we’ll be safe.” Panic hitches his voice. He cannot imagine life without his friend.
“No we’re as near home as we will ever be.” Somehow, it sounds like it could be true.
“I don’t think I understand.”
“No you never do.” The one says shaking his head wonderingly, “perhaps that is part of your charm.”
“I guess it’s good to stop.” The tall one gently lay his friend down against a generous bole of oak. “If I ever see that stupid monk again, I’ll tell him we’re done with this questing thing.”
“Ahahaha,” it was odd how he made that sound like, it was speech and not like laughter. “I’m sure he knows.”
“We never did get to meet any dragons, much less have a sniff of their hoard.” The other cast a sideways glance at his friend. He looked away again because he did not want to be caught noticing the wince of pain, as pale hands grasp at each other nervously. He brusquely stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Do not worry. I’m just setting about so as to keep us warm for the coming of the night.”
The young man gathered to him a few long light branches of leaves and wove them to make a kind of covering. He gathered more dried leaves to layer over makeshift cover and pulled it over to his friend. He pulled off his over tunic and ripped it at the seams. It made a good-sized blanket.
“The things I do for you,” he muttered to his sleepy friend.
“Yes, yes always taking your clothes off.” Came the answer with a smile.
The ground would be hard but at least it was dry, they could keep each other warm, especially with the makeshift covering. He slipped underneath the makeshift coverlet, next to his friend.
“Is this ok for you?” He asked almost shyly.
“I sleep upon a bed of oak underneath the stars,” was the answer. “It’s most kingly indeed.”
“Hrmmh.”
The young man curved his body to fit round his friend. It was for the warmth of course. He placed one long leg along the length of the other’s legs and the other he placed over and bent at the knee. It felt natural, warm and comfortable to be so spooned this way. He wrapped an arm over his friend’s arm and interlaced their fingers. They forgot the hard ground, their wounds and the cold night descended unnoticed.
“I could sleep here like this forever,” one whispered softly to the other.
“Mm feels safe, warm and good.”
…
There is a bole of Oak in the Wild West Wood, where vine curves and curls all round it in a lover’s embrace. A weed creeps its way in between the oak and vine. It has pretty little red flowers. Like a crown of red lipped kisses.
Fin
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Date: 2007-10-01 11:34 pm (UTC)...And happy am I to live in the West, where I can read tomorrow's fics five hours early! ^_^
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Date: 2007-10-02 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 03:20 am (UTC)(And sorry I took so long to say something. I was out of town.)
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Date: 2007-10-08 01:34 pm (UTC)