The chant wasn’t important, really, according to Koumyou. It was just a guide into trance, to shape :listening: into :you will hear!:
“Oh, now you start… praying…?”
“On kirikiri. On kirikiri.” You will not use me. You will not touch me.
The youkai procurer’s stride faltered, steps turning glacial-slow. Cat-slit eyes widened, incandescent with thwarted rage.
“Untara takanman….” No creature has the right to claim me!
Kouryuu could hear her outraged snarls, the whimper of the damaged waitress. He could feel the youkai’s hot breath, as she strained to get even a hair’s breadth closer. None of it mattered.
No one forces me where I don’t want to go. No one makes me what I don’t want to be! I live as I choose. Then. Now. Forever!
“Makai tenjyo!” Koumyou’s voice rang out.
The sutra’s power struck, and only Koumyou’s fierce pride in him remained.
“I held her off,” Sanzo stated, “Koumyou destroyed her, and we got the waitress to a healer. It took three rounds of surgery, and last I heard she was going to need to see a healer every month for a year until her immune system got enough of a kick in the pants to take over all the way. And Shangri-La’s year has a few more months to it.”
:Interest,: from the colonel and archaeologist. :Worry. Hope-:
Damn. He hadn’t meant to raise false hopes. “She was lucky,” Sanzo went on, as if he’d noticed nothing. “If she’d been implanted with a larva, if we hadn’t been able to get her to a healer within hours… wouldn’t be anything anyone could do. Except take her to one of Kanzeon’s temples and hope she chose to live with the goddess.” He glanced at the colonel. “They call her the Merciful Goddess, but most people would rather suicide than live with the shame of having… become Jaffa.”
“So how’s Kanzeon find enough people to raise her snake babies?” O’Neill said dryly.
“She keeps the kiddies in a lotus pool, like koi,” Sanzo shot back. Oh hell no, not again…. “Or so the legends say,” he bluffed.
Damn. Damn, damn, damn they’d better not have noticed. Sometimes he just… knew things. And not the stuffed-in-your-head-for-later kinds of things Koumyou had used to put together a warp-speed apprenticeship. Things nobody on Shangri-La ought to know. And it hadn’t started with the chakra.
A river of stillness, catching fire….
It was the rage that still shook him, far more than the close shave ever had. That blinding moment when he had denied the youkai’s will to act, utterly, because no mortal had the right-
Yeah. And exactly what did my cracked brain think I was?