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Under the Setting Sun
Title: Under the Setting Sun
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters: Hazel & Sanzo
Prompt: 06 - Sunset
Word Count: 790
Rating: PG
Summary: No real spoilers. On cultured clerics.
After a long day’s journey, the Sanzo party and their two guests made camp. Hakkai made a fire to cook some of their provisions while Gojyo and Goku argued noisily over who would get the largest portion. In the distance, Sanzo walked toward the mountain footpath that they’d driven by earlier before stopping near a nest of trees. He twitched as he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, almost sure of whom they belonged to. Casting his gaze over his shoulder confirmed the monk’s suspicions.
“Are you following me?” he asked the blue-eyed cleric who smiled in response.
“I was just wondering where you were wandering off to.” Hazel remarked pleasantly.
Sanzo frowned at the other man. “Usually when people ‘wander off,’ they’re looking for a little peace and quiet away from everyone else.”
Hazel maintained his pleasant expression. “Oh, come on, Sanzo. Is it so bad to have a little company from time to time?”
The monk sighed as he turned his eyes back toward his destination. “Suit yourself, but you’ll regret it if you start to annoy me.”
Upon reaching the part of the mountain path where a wooden railing stretched for a distance, Sanzo gazed across at the peaceful scene of the sun partly hidden by the mountain diving below the horizon, tinting the clouds shades of orange, yellow and red. The monk turned to lean backward against the wooden railing, stretching his arms out to rest across the top. The monk’s back to the sun, a cigarette hung from his lips, wisps of smoke dissipating in the warm air. Thick eyelashes closed over violet eyes as he smoked in silence.
The light from behind Sanzo suffused his golden hair and pale robes. Hazel stood transfixed as he gazed upon a scene of ethereal beauty, a handsome young man that seemed more than a man at that moment, seeming to glow in the fading light of the sun. At the sensation of being watched, violet eyes raised to meet Hazel’s scrutiny.
“What are you staring at?” the blonde asked, voice tinged with annoyance.
Hazel smiled almost nervously under the piercing gaze. “Oh nothing. Just admiring the beauty one can find at sunset.”
Sanzo turned away, a hand gripping the rail while the fingers of the other rose to pluck the cigarette from his lips. He exhaled forcefully in his aggravation. “I don’t know why you always end up speaking such nonsense.”
Hazel moved to stand a short distance away from the smoking monk, resting folded arms on the railing and watching the priest out of the corner of one eye. “It’s not nonsense for a man to be moved by emotion, Sanzo.”
Sanzo shot the cleric a look, but chose not to answer. During his life, he’d been subjected to advances by men and women alike, and Hazel’s thinly-veiled overtures toward him annoyed him as much as any had. But somehow, the cleric seemed to differ from the rest, and Sanzo found himself unwilling to ponder why he didn’t meet Hazel’s remarks with the usual scorn and sometimes violence that he had others in the past.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” Sanzo remarked finally as he gazed off at the setting sun. “It’s not like anyone’s ever going to write poetry about my looks.”
Hazel smiled faintly as he canted his head, blue eyes focused on the monk. “Would you like me to?”
Sanzo grumbled. “No. I hate poetry. And you’d probably end up writing some kind of drivel anyway, considering some of the things that you usually say to me.”
Hazel edged closer to his reluctant companion. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He paused to grin. “How about ‘Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.’”
Sanzo stared at the other cleric for a moment, his eyes widening slightly at the sentiment before narrowing. “You didn’t think of that one.”
Hazel feigned surprise. “What accusations you make, Sanzo! But then, how would you know unless you were a poetry fan?”
Sanzo turned away to mutter something under his breath, cringing inwardly as Hazel snuck even closer.
“I knew that you had a gentle side!” Hazel mused happily. He placed a hand on the monk’s shoulder. “I had a feeling that that gruff exterior was hiding something.”
Sanzo batted his hand away. “You really do want to die at a young age, don’t you?” the monk asked in a deadly tone that failed to have the desired effect with Hazel continuing to smile.
“Don’t worry, Sanzo,” Hazel leaned in to whisper conspiratorially without touching the man. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Sanzo sighed heavily as the sun finally sank below the horizon.
End
*quoted poem by Izumi Shikibu
Title: Under the Setting Sun
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters: Hazel & Sanzo
Prompt: 06 - Sunset
Word Count: 790
Rating: PG
Summary: No real spoilers. On cultured clerics.
After a long day’s journey, the Sanzo party and their two guests made camp. Hakkai made a fire to cook some of their provisions while Gojyo and Goku argued noisily over who would get the largest portion. In the distance, Sanzo walked toward the mountain footpath that they’d driven by earlier before stopping near a nest of trees. He twitched as he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, almost sure of whom they belonged to. Casting his gaze over his shoulder confirmed the monk’s suspicions.
“Are you following me?” he asked the blue-eyed cleric who smiled in response.
“I was just wondering where you were wandering off to.” Hazel remarked pleasantly.
Sanzo frowned at the other man. “Usually when people ‘wander off,’ they’re looking for a little peace and quiet away from everyone else.”
Hazel maintained his pleasant expression. “Oh, come on, Sanzo. Is it so bad to have a little company from time to time?”
The monk sighed as he turned his eyes back toward his destination. “Suit yourself, but you’ll regret it if you start to annoy me.”
Upon reaching the part of the mountain path where a wooden railing stretched for a distance, Sanzo gazed across at the peaceful scene of the sun partly hidden by the mountain diving below the horizon, tinting the clouds shades of orange, yellow and red. The monk turned to lean backward against the wooden railing, stretching his arms out to rest across the top. The monk’s back to the sun, a cigarette hung from his lips, wisps of smoke dissipating in the warm air. Thick eyelashes closed over violet eyes as he smoked in silence.
The light from behind Sanzo suffused his golden hair and pale robes. Hazel stood transfixed as he gazed upon a scene of ethereal beauty, a handsome young man that seemed more than a man at that moment, seeming to glow in the fading light of the sun. At the sensation of being watched, violet eyes raised to meet Hazel’s scrutiny.
“What are you staring at?” the blonde asked, voice tinged with annoyance.
Hazel smiled almost nervously under the piercing gaze. “Oh nothing. Just admiring the beauty one can find at sunset.”
Sanzo turned away, a hand gripping the rail while the fingers of the other rose to pluck the cigarette from his lips. He exhaled forcefully in his aggravation. “I don’t know why you always end up speaking such nonsense.”
Hazel moved to stand a short distance away from the smoking monk, resting folded arms on the railing and watching the priest out of the corner of one eye. “It’s not nonsense for a man to be moved by emotion, Sanzo.”
Sanzo shot the cleric a look, but chose not to answer. During his life, he’d been subjected to advances by men and women alike, and Hazel’s thinly-veiled overtures toward him annoyed him as much as any had. But somehow, the cleric seemed to differ from the rest, and Sanzo found himself unwilling to ponder why he didn’t meet Hazel’s remarks with the usual scorn and sometimes violence that he had others in the past.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” Sanzo remarked finally as he gazed off at the setting sun. “It’s not like anyone’s ever going to write poetry about my looks.”
Hazel smiled faintly as he canted his head, blue eyes focused on the monk. “Would you like me to?”
Sanzo grumbled. “No. I hate poetry. And you’d probably end up writing some kind of drivel anyway, considering some of the things that you usually say to me.”
Hazel edged closer to his reluctant companion. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He paused to grin. “How about ‘Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.’”
Sanzo stared at the other cleric for a moment, his eyes widening slightly at the sentiment before narrowing. “You didn’t think of that one.”
Hazel feigned surprise. “What accusations you make, Sanzo! But then, how would you know unless you were a poetry fan?”
Sanzo turned away to mutter something under his breath, cringing inwardly as Hazel snuck even closer.
“I knew that you had a gentle side!” Hazel mused happily. He placed a hand on the monk’s shoulder. “I had a feeling that that gruff exterior was hiding something.”
Sanzo batted his hand away. “You really do want to die at a young age, don’t you?” the monk asked in a deadly tone that failed to have the desired effect with Hazel continuing to smile.
“Don’t worry, Sanzo,” Hazel leaned in to whisper conspiratorially without touching the man. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Sanzo sighed heavily as the sun finally sank below the horizon.
End
*quoted poem by Izumi Shikibu