The first drabble I wrote in Saiyuki. Betaed by Eliza, with the title taken from W. B. Yeats' poem, "The Second Coming."

Sanzo is nothing like Kanan. Kanan had little rage in her. Sanzo thrives on it. Kanan was soft and warm and gentle. Sanzo is edges and angles and acid. Kanan soothed him with her presence, her love. Sanzo harries him into awareness, keeps them all alert to danger with his short temper and deadly aim.

Kanan killed herself rather than birth an abomination. Sanzo believes himself an abomination and spits in the face of death.

Sanzo is nothing like Kanan, and Gonou killed a thousand youkai for Kanan's sake.

Hakkai does not count his kills, so long as Sanzo lives.

~END~