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scubatankfilledwithfartsIn movies the end of the world is always deafeningly loud; people scream and clutch at loved ones, the roar of nature or explosions engulfs everything. Heroes curse at the sky, at the Gods, at their own fate as they’re swallowed up by darkness.
[the end of Badou’s tiny world comes to a close with screaming and blood, the same way we enter into it]
[when the love Sanzo had grown to know died, he was reborn swathed in blood and deadened eyes— revenge-thirst bursting from his veins]
[love died and rose again for Kachina—the love she knew she paid forward in spite of how it began. Her world shifts and is renewed; it never quite meets its finale]
This ending was half like a movie but mostly exactly what they’d paid for—and considering they’d been taken against their will it’s rather cheap. A final battle, truths revealed, families begrudgingly found in places other than gene pools.
Now all they had to do was wait to see if these clowns kept their word. Badou had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy, though. There’s a calmness, a serenity, in the wait. Anxiety still sits hard under his ribcage, the what now is heavy as a stone, but something is calm.
Maybe there’s something in the water.
He looks at his two companions because he has to.
“It’s been a pain in the butt fighting with you. Some of us will inevitably get stuck on the toilet reading a newspaper, but there is a place where we’ll see each other again.” The redhead pauses for dramatic effect, looks into Sanzo’s disinterested face, into Kachina’s bright eyes.
“That place is Denny’s.” Concluded. End of.
Arm shooting up in question, Kachina chimes in. “Which one?”
He has no idea. “We’ll figure that out later—“ It’s not like he expected the chain was that popular here.
“Cause they have my picture in the one in this sector. I’ve never gotten banned from somewhere before…” she trails off, awe in her voice.
Sanzo snorts. “That’s not something to be proud of. But I’m not surprised.”
Badou and Kachina’s gazes meet. Then shift to the monk.
“How many are you banned from?”
“I’m not as ill-mannered and annoying as you.” And certain establishments are surprisingly snooty about smoking for a chain restaurant open to drunks until the wee hours of the morning.
“I’m pretty sure I saw his ugly mug in sector five’s. And two.”
The apples of Kachina’s cheeks are rosy red thanks to her wide grin. “What do you think he did? Smack the cook with his fan?”
“He probably got his booty grabbed by some old cougar and tried to kill her.”
They howl with laughter and Sanzo shows them exactly the kind of behavior that got him banned from at least three Denny’s.
“Either way, I’ll see you idiots in hell!”
[he says that, but when Kachina’s hand curls in his he doesn’t shrug her away. When Badou’s form moves a little closer until their shoulders are touching as the world starts to draw to a close, as the darkness is shrouded in brilliant light at the very last second, as salvation, as always-- he doesn’t move.
He is not held by this moment. And what comes after? Not even then]
[the end of Badou’s tiny world comes to a close with screaming and blood, the same way we enter into it]
[when the love Sanzo had grown to know died, he was reborn swathed in blood and deadened eyes— revenge-thirst bursting from his veins]
[love died and rose again for Kachina—the love she knew she paid forward in spite of how it began. Her world shifts and is renewed; it never quite meets its finale]
This ending was half like a movie but mostly exactly what they’d paid for—and considering they’d been taken against their will it’s rather cheap. A final battle, truths revealed, families begrudgingly found in places other than gene pools.
Now all they had to do was wait to see if these clowns kept their word. Badou had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy, though. There’s a calmness, a serenity, in the wait. Anxiety still sits hard under his ribcage, the what now is heavy as a stone, but something is calm.
Maybe there’s something in the water.
He looks at his two companions because he has to.
“It’s been a pain in the butt fighting with you. Some of us will inevitably get stuck on the toilet reading a newspaper, but there is a place where we’ll see each other again.” The redhead pauses for dramatic effect, looks into Sanzo’s disinterested face, into Kachina’s bright eyes.
“That place is Denny’s.” Concluded. End of.
Arm shooting up in question, Kachina chimes in. “Which one?”
He has no idea. “We’ll figure that out later—“ It’s not like he expected the chain was that popular here.
“Cause they have my picture in the one in this sector. I’ve never gotten banned from somewhere before…” she trails off, awe in her voice.
Sanzo snorts. “That’s not something to be proud of. But I’m not surprised.”
Badou and Kachina’s gazes meet. Then shift to the monk.
“How many are you banned from?”
“I’m not as ill-mannered and annoying as you.” And certain establishments are surprisingly snooty about smoking for a chain restaurant open to drunks until the wee hours of the morning.
“I’m pretty sure I saw his ugly mug in sector five’s. And two.”
The apples of Kachina’s cheeks are rosy red thanks to her wide grin. “What do you think he did? Smack the cook with his fan?”
“He probably got his booty grabbed by some old cougar and tried to kill her.”
They howl with laughter and Sanzo shows them exactly the kind of behavior that got him banned from at least three Denny’s.
“Either way, I’ll see you idiots in hell!”
[he says that, but when Kachina’s hand curls in his he doesn’t shrug her away. When Badou’s form moves a little closer until their shoulders are touching as the world starts to draw to a close, as the darkness is shrouded in brilliant light at the very last second, as salvation, as always-- he doesn’t move.
He is not held by this moment. And what comes after? Not even then]