Crossover: Saiyuki/Trinity Blood, Sanzo/Abel, different religions
Two priests. Two religions. And almost total opposites.
Father Abel Nightroad of the Vatican wore concealing black robes and the guilt of killing when he was given no other options. He was always willing to help out those who needed an extra set of hands or play with the children whenever they were in a village or town for more than a day. There was a gentleness that seemed to surround him as he corrected Goku’s table manners in a soft voice or bound various injuries with firm hands. When asked about Christianity, he was happy to tell the stories from the Bible, to debate the actions of the people, and to let them come to their own conclusions and decisions about the lessons he taught them
Toua Genjo Sanzo Houshi also wore concealing robes, his were white, but he was irritable, short tempered and often angry at the stupidity and helplessness that surrounded him. People wouldn’t be quite so helpless if they were just willing to help themselves, but they were so fucking scared of their own shadow, that they couldn’t get out of that. He snapped, he snarled, and he was just as likely to hit Goku with his fan as snarl at him. As for Buddhism, none dare approach him for any teachings because of his attitude and not the chakra on his brow.
Many saw the mismatched pair and wondered how such different people could stand to be around each other. The three who knew wouldn’t answer if asked, because they knew more about Abel and Sanzo than any casual stranger did. They knew the generalities of what happened behind closed doors at night, but they never knew the details.
They couldn’t know how Abel would use his gentle nature to soothe Sanzo’s anger with soft touches and patient caresses, hoping to soothe the wounded soul of the monk. They didn’t know how Abel would surrender to that anger, needing it to feel punished for the lives he took because he had no other option. One looking for the kindness that had been stolen from him by assassins in the night, and the other seeking absolution for the guilt he carried on his shoulders like a shroud.
To them, the two priests were as different as the sun and the moon, and they preferred it that way.