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lazchanFirst Time…
By: Lazuli
No pairings/warnings
I do not own Saiyuki, but my muse loves to inspire me during my classes. Here we go with another weird piece of mine.
The first meal he had he threw up. No matter how much his stomach had cried for it, 500 years without having any food was simply too big of a factor to instantly overcome. It was a shock to him. In the same matter that he didn’t know what food was like, he didn’t know the ill effects food could have on a shrunken stomach. Sanzo yelled at him when he immediately tried to eat again, but he was determined to try food. It had been awful going the wrong way, but he loved the initial taste of it. He knew food would become his favorite thing.
Getting used to people was a shock, too. He loved seeing people, but they were loud and smelled and there were just so many of them. When he told Sanzo what he observed, he only got a scathing look and acidic response. “500 years without a bath doesn’t make you smell fantastic, either.” Soon after that, he received his first bath.
He had plenty of energy, but wasn’t used to walking. He loved having the freedom to move, nothing holding him down besides the remains of the chains on his wrists and ankles. He was underneath the sky, not hidden away from it from cold stone.
Sleeping inside gave him nightmares, and they worsened if Sanzo wasn’t in the room with him. If they slept inside, he opted for the floor—soft beds were too strange too him, and he was wary of the half-formed fears that pushed to the forefront of his mind when he was comfortable. He didn’t tell Sanzo after the first time it happened. He learned to keep quiet.
So the first week traveling was hard, but by the time they got to the temple, Goku was used to his freedom and didn’t want to give it up. Being shut away in the storage room was eerily similar to the mountain, even though he didn’t remember who put him there. He didn’t like people walking by like he wasn’t there. That was too familiar as well.
He found being useful to Sanzo was the best thing—whether it was fighting or just tagging along to do his errands. If he made himself useful, Sanzo wouldn’t leave him. The memories of the cave would never quite go away, but he didn’t want his present happiness to become just a memory as well.
By: Lazuli
No pairings/warnings
I do not own Saiyuki, but my muse loves to inspire me during my classes. Here we go with another weird piece of mine.
The first meal he had he threw up. No matter how much his stomach had cried for it, 500 years without having any food was simply too big of a factor to instantly overcome. It was a shock to him. In the same matter that he didn’t know what food was like, he didn’t know the ill effects food could have on a shrunken stomach. Sanzo yelled at him when he immediately tried to eat again, but he was determined to try food. It had been awful going the wrong way, but he loved the initial taste of it. He knew food would become his favorite thing.
Getting used to people was a shock, too. He loved seeing people, but they were loud and smelled and there were just so many of them. When he told Sanzo what he observed, he only got a scathing look and acidic response. “500 years without a bath doesn’t make you smell fantastic, either.” Soon after that, he received his first bath.
He had plenty of energy, but wasn’t used to walking. He loved having the freedom to move, nothing holding him down besides the remains of the chains on his wrists and ankles. He was underneath the sky, not hidden away from it from cold stone.
Sleeping inside gave him nightmares, and they worsened if Sanzo wasn’t in the room with him. If they slept inside, he opted for the floor—soft beds were too strange too him, and he was wary of the half-formed fears that pushed to the forefront of his mind when he was comfortable. He didn’t tell Sanzo after the first time it happened. He learned to keep quiet.
So the first week traveling was hard, but by the time they got to the temple, Goku was used to his freedom and didn’t want to give it up. Being shut away in the storage room was eerily similar to the mountain, even though he didn’t remember who put him there. He didn’t like people walking by like he wasn’t there. That was too familiar as well.
He found being useful to Sanzo was the best thing—whether it was fighting or just tagging along to do his errands. If he made himself useful, Sanzo wouldn’t leave him. The memories of the cave would never quite go away, but he didn’t want his present happiness to become just a memory as well.
