fivebyfiction: Cry
Title: Cry
Fandom: Saiyuki
Claim: Koumyou Sanzo and Kouryuu
Set: #3
Prompt: Dawn
Word Count: 445
Rating: G
Summary: The first days of the newest resident of Kinzan.
Notes: Fluff. Sap. Waah. ^^;;
An entire twenty-four hours had passed at Kinzan Temple since its newest resident had come to live there. Most of the monks there, especially those of lower rank, were growing tired of the intruder.
“What is a baby doing here?” they asked themselves, chattering away during every spare moment. “Has Sanzo-sama lost his mind? Why doesn’t he just take the child down to the town’s orphanage?”
It was harder still for the monks closest to Koumyou Sanzo to express their doubt about taking in a baby, let alone their anxiety about the child being found in the river. Even the abbot, who normally felt safe confiding with the Sanzo Priest, was hesitant to let him know what was going on in the rest of the temple.
The only one who seemed unfazed by the turn of events was Koumyou himself. Despite the fact that the child cried constantly and was always hungry or wet, he managed to put on a smile and coo softly to the baby. This usually made the child stop his crying for at least a few minutes to gaze up in confusion at the priest.
Most irritated of all were the monks who had been sent down into the local town to pick up supplies. It was embarrassing for religious figures, they grumbled, to go down to the local markets and pick up diapers, formula, bottles, and the like. But they didn’t dare disobey Koumyou.
The most important announcement all day ended up being that Koumyou had named the child: he insisted that the boy be called “Kouryuu,” invoking images of the powerful Yangtze.
Finally, Kouryuu was fed, bathed, changed, and clothed. Koumyou walked him around the porch, rocking the baby and humming softly to him.
There were still a lot of concerns floating around Kinzan that night. Did Koumyou really intend to keep the baby? If Kouryuu was only weeks old at the most, there was no way he could survive without a mother. Men could only do so much.
Kouryuu woke up crying at dawn. He needed to be changed again and Koumyou diligently obliged. He cradled Kouryuu in his arms and took him outside to watch the sunrise.
They were just in time to watch the sun burst out from behind the mountains. Koumyou looked down to see Kouryuu scrunching his eyes shut in protest. The sunbeams made the soft wisps of blond hair shine on the baby’s head and Koumyou couldn’t help himself: he was already attached.
“I promise,” he whispered, rocking Kouryuu back and forth gently. “I will always be here for you.”
From then on out, whenever he was with Koumyou, the baby never cried.
x-posted to fivebyfiction, saiyuki, and sanzou
Fandom: Saiyuki
Claim: Koumyou Sanzo and Kouryuu
Set: #3
Prompt: Dawn
Word Count: 445
Rating: G
Summary: The first days of the newest resident of Kinzan.
Notes: Fluff. Sap. Waah. ^^;;
An entire twenty-four hours had passed at Kinzan Temple since its newest resident had come to live there. Most of the monks there, especially those of lower rank, were growing tired of the intruder.
“What is a baby doing here?” they asked themselves, chattering away during every spare moment. “Has Sanzo-sama lost his mind? Why doesn’t he just take the child down to the town’s orphanage?”
It was harder still for the monks closest to Koumyou Sanzo to express their doubt about taking in a baby, let alone their anxiety about the child being found in the river. Even the abbot, who normally felt safe confiding with the Sanzo Priest, was hesitant to let him know what was going on in the rest of the temple.
The only one who seemed unfazed by the turn of events was Koumyou himself. Despite the fact that the child cried constantly and was always hungry or wet, he managed to put on a smile and coo softly to the baby. This usually made the child stop his crying for at least a few minutes to gaze up in confusion at the priest.
Most irritated of all were the monks who had been sent down into the local town to pick up supplies. It was embarrassing for religious figures, they grumbled, to go down to the local markets and pick up diapers, formula, bottles, and the like. But they didn’t dare disobey Koumyou.
The most important announcement all day ended up being that Koumyou had named the child: he insisted that the boy be called “Kouryuu,” invoking images of the powerful Yangtze.
Finally, Kouryuu was fed, bathed, changed, and clothed. Koumyou walked him around the porch, rocking the baby and humming softly to him.
There were still a lot of concerns floating around Kinzan that night. Did Koumyou really intend to keep the baby? If Kouryuu was only weeks old at the most, there was no way he could survive without a mother. Men could only do so much.
Kouryuu woke up crying at dawn. He needed to be changed again and Koumyou diligently obliged. He cradled Kouryuu in his arms and took him outside to watch the sunrise.
They were just in time to watch the sun burst out from behind the mountains. Koumyou looked down to see Kouryuu scrunching his eyes shut in protest. The sunbeams made the soft wisps of blond hair shine on the baby’s head and Koumyou couldn’t help himself: he was already attached.
“I promise,” he whispered, rocking Kouryuu back and forth gently. “I will always be here for you.”
From then on out, whenever he was with Koumyou, the baby never cried.
x-posted to fivebyfiction, saiyuki, and sanzou