- Title: Eclipse
- Author: Meicdon13
- Pairing(s): Sanzo x Kougaiji, Gojyo x Hakkai, Kenren x Tenpou
- Rating: PG-13
- Summary: Sanzo's reincarnation works for Kanzeon Bosatsu. While he searches for the three remaining sutras and the reincarnations of Hakkai, Gojyo, and Goku, he comes across someone else from the past that might be able to help him out. What he doesn't know is exactly what Kougaiji was to his past life.
- Chapter summary: Kougaiji becomes slightly philosophical and offers help that Jinhai is wary of.
- Website: http://meicdon13.livejournal.com/
- Notes: Many thanks to darksage29, riffology, and xcerpted for helping me with this, be it as a sounding board or giving suggestions.
Chapter Two : Religious Perspective
"You're the youkai emperor."
"Yes." Kougaiji smiled at the brunet. It was small but it still seemed to unnerve…Jinhai. He had to get used to that name. "I thought we cleared that up already."
"The news says you're from India."
Kougaiji had gotten pretty good at reading between the lines. "I'm not purely Hindu anymore," he said, answering the unspoken question. Doesn't that make you a Hindu? And if so, what the fuck are you doing in a Catholic church?
Jinhai raised an eyebrow. His eyes drifted towards the fallen coat on the church floor and he used his foot to drag it closer to him before picking it up. The redhead watched everything with lilac eyes.
"When you've been around for almost two millennia, you start finding it hard to remain true to your original religion. I've been baptized in almost all of them. Right now, I'm trying out Roman Catholicism."
The brunet snorted and the youkai decided to take that as amusement. Outside, the rain beat down stronger and the temperature inside the stone church dropped a little more. Absentmindedly, he flicked his wrist and lit all the candles inside the church.
Wary purple eyes looked at him and Jinhai's hand moved a fraction towards his holstered gun. Kougaiji laughed. "Didn't you know I could do that?" he asked.
"The answer should be obvious, shouldn't it?" Jinhai snapped.
Kougaiji laughed again, remembering the times when he had summoned Engokuki in front of the ikkou. "That's funny. Sanzo used—"
"I'm not Sanzo!"
The anger in the brunet's voice surprised him. He hadn't expected the intensity of it or the glint in the purple eyes that glared at him from across the aisle. Jinhai had stood, his fists clenching and unclenching as if he were resisting the urge to draw his gun and shoot Kougaiji. His black hair (Sanzo had been a blond) fell across his forehead, shadowing his narrowed eyes.
"That old hag keeps calling me 'Konzen'," the brunet said, voice filled with an emotion that the youkai couldn't identify, his body tensed as if he were preparing himself to attack. "You keep calling me 'Sanzo'. And I keep telling you to stop that! Can't people see that I'm not either of them? I'm me. Nobody else!"
You have the same temper as Sanzo, Kougaiji was tempted to say but he didn't think that the human would appreciate that comment. Instead he kept his mouth shut and waited for Jinhai to calm down. He had forgotten how sensitive reincarnations could be when things turned towards their past lives. But this was a bit too much.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" the redhead asked softly after the human had sat down again, his coat on the church pew beside him.
"Hn," was the only response he got.
"Well?" Kougaiji knew he was prodding but he still saw this brunet as Sanzo and Sanzo had been…important to him. A friend. He repeated that to himself again and again as he waited for the human's response.
"Are you going to tell me that you're a psychologist too?" Jinhai finally said, the sarcasm evident in his voice.
"I haven't pursued that course yet," Kougaiji said. "I may take it up after my FA course." He sighed. "Jinhai, I'm asking as a concerned individual. I know you don't want to hear this but Sanzo was my friend and I'd like to help you."
The laughter that erupted from the purple-eyed man was short and sharp. "Like Hell you do."
It hurt the youkai to hear how cynical the brunet's voice sounded. Jinhai looked young—around his mid-twenties (Sanzo had been barely twenty-four when he first met him)—and he should be looking at the world in a positive light. Or so Kougaiji believed and he wondered what brought about that change in the human's perspective.
"It's one of the teachings in the Bible that you try to help your fellowman whenever the opportunity arises."
The sound of his own voice surprised him and the look that Jinhai shot him made it obvious what the brunet thought of what he was saying, but he went on nevertheless.
"I suppose it's kind of funny that a youkai like me would be part of a religion like this. A religion where we're condemned into eternal damnation in Hell for joining sides with Lucifer." Kougaiji fingered a loose thread in his shirt. "I think I'm trying to be an angel even though I know that there's nothing for me there." He smiled. "If I had wings, they'd be red with the blood that's on my hands."
A cell phone rang.
Jinhai fished it out of his pocket and answered it. "What do you want now?" he snapped.
Superior youkai senses or not, Kougaiji found it bad form to listen in on someone's conversations. He looked up at the figure of Jesus nailed to the cross above the altar. This was a religion that he actually liked. He admired their Jesus and he thought that it was a shame that he had come into existence after his death; if he were a real person, Kougaiji would have liked to meet him.
The muttered curses were his signal that Jinhai had finished talking to whoever it was on the other end of the line. Purple eyes met his curious lilac ones and the brunet said, "It was Kanzeon Bosatsu. Se said that the sutra had left a spiritual signature or something here and that's what had made hir think it was still hidden here."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to help you look for the sutras," the redhead offered.
Why indeed? Why help this human who apparently was still on a mission from the gods? Why should he care at all?
Why did I ask my men to look for the soldier who got the sutra from the altar? Kougaiji ran his hand through his maroon hair, pushing the bangs out of his eyes for a moment.
"Sanzo was my friend." It was the truth and that's what he believed and really, who wanted to analyze their motives? The point of life was just to go ahead and do what you wanted to do.
"Is that your excuse for everything?" Jinhai asked. "'Sanzo was my friend'?"
Kougaiji smiled. "Not for everything."