Author's Note (Turk and JD would be proud): So yeah. It's basically in the view of Aries Mu for pretty much all of it, except for the part where it centers on Saga for like three seconds. There's a hint of brotherly love in those few sections. I'm trying to make this somewhat of a 'not full out man loving' because I don't write that stuff. But in this series, if I decide to continue after my current writings…you're probably going to see some fairly friendly scenes—but it's not shonen-ai. It's Guy Love. Between two guys. WATCH SCRUBS!

Anyways, this chapter is just a prologue you could say. It's just a normal day. When things go wrong is chapter two—but you already knew that if you read the last couple of lines already.

(Um…this is set in the alternate reality that all the Saints survived after the Hades Arc, save for Sagittarius Aiolos, who's already dead so there's no sense in him 'surviving' anything.)

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Nothing Ever Changes
Chapter I

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The moon was too full that night, too bright, too relaxing.

The stars were too glossy that night, too dazzling, too inspiring.

The darkness—soothing in its own precarious way, but beyond dangerous to those who dwelt in the realm of light. It was the only thing that gave him ease. The decorations of the stars and moon, hanging on the black background of space. Night was honestly a wondrous time of the day.

Voices of the young saints and trainees echoed in the distance, most likely traveling through to the training grounds for some late night sparring sessions, usually between a young boy and girl or two rivals who would fight to see who was stronger that week. Children would be children. Curiosity was inevitable.

Even his little apprentice had been full of life at the thought of something interesting and scampered off to join recognizable faces for the midnight get-together. He would have denied his learner from attending, due to the fact that his protégé had unfinished work to be done. But, why would he be cruel on a night like this? What was wrong with a kid being a kid every once in a while?

A cool breeze entered the temple, rustling his hair briefly before complete silence took over. No movement, no sound. All was quiet in the vicinity, something that was unnatural and frightening to most.

It would have normally put him on edge depending on the circumstances. If there had been a foreign cosmos, he would have reacted to the situation, but there seemed to be no reason. So he stayed alert, planting himself to at the entrance of his temple and keeping an eye on the surroundings.

A familiar voice called out to him, telling him that they had arrived for their appointment. Despite his feelings of anxiousness, he retreated inside to the dim lighting of his domicile where two other Gold Saints had been waiting for him. The cloth that both of them had shared for a while sat atop an altar, visibly in need of repair, even if only he could see the damages.

"It will take one hour for repairs to be completed. Quite a bit of blood is required," the Aries Saint reminded them upon reaching the cloth and tracing a finger along on of the cracks before continuing. "Who will it be? Choose."

"I will." The younger boldly stepped forward. His brother gazed at him in wonder.

"Very well, Kanon." He turned to look at the older brother, a question in his eyes. "Are you alright with this arrangement?"

"I suppose," was his hesitant reply.

The two who would be participating stepped to the altar.

The elder twin crossed his arms and turned away. Witnessing his younger brother bleed nearly to death was the last thing he wanted to see, even if it was inevitable in the circumstances.

Restoring the cloth was necessary nevertheless, and he knew that.

Sounds of liquid dropping onto the surface of the cloth brought the elder brother from his thoughts. So it had begun.

He could hear his younger brother's breathing pattern change after a while, his breaths coming quicker before inhaling sharply. A minute passed with this scene continuing, blood running down the armor and spreading across the stone altar.

"Alright. That'll be enough," came the grave voice of the cloth fixer. The gold saint ran his thumb across the wound, wiping the blood away and sealing it with his psychokinesis simultaneously. "Saga. Could you give him a hand?"

The older twin turned to face them, eyes flying to his brother who was kneeling on the ground before the cloth, seemingly breathless and exhausted.

The younger twin struggled to his feet; gripping anything he could to steady himself. He grunted and forced himself to stand, only to be assisted by his older brother and the Aries Saint when his knees gave way under his weight. Together, they helped him stand, even if he was leaning heavily against his twin.

"I'm just a little tired," was his reply and apology for being a burden to the other two. The last thing he wanted was to be trouble for his big brother. Even if he never said it, he did look up to him.

His twin snorted, as if disgusted and shouldered the other's weight, observing his paled features revealed by the dimmed lights. "That can't be helped." He took a step forward to signify that they would move now and return to the temple where they both kept watch. The enervated saint nodded, understanding the silent order.

The brothers unhurriedly started to the exit of the Aries Temple and then beyond to the Gemini Temple.

"Brother, I…" The younger began upon reaching the backside of the temple.

"Don't apologize." His elder brother demanded harshly. "Didn't I just say that it couldn't be helped—and next time, I'll do it instead, alright?"

So they continued on in silence.

The Aries Saint sighed. It was tiring work—fixing sacred armor. Even if he was not the one who was giving up the blood to complete the process, it was still a laborious task. So he went to work with his tools and supplies and began repairing the Gemini Gold Cloth.

Soon enough, his little apprentice returned, drained from running around and perhaps sparring with others but livelier than before in a sense. He grinned cheekily and flew to his master's side, observing the skill it took to fix the supernatural. After a time, the child remembered something and trailed off to do the chores he neglected, despite it being the middle of the night. If he ignored his duties, then his master would get angry. And if his master was angry, he would receive a lesson through a brutal training session.

"Kiki," the Aries Saint spoke, calling the boy, "I need you to do a favor for me."

"Um…well, okay." The child entered the room, his eyes somewhat drooping from fatigue. "What is it?" Something large and box-shaped glistening in the moonlight caught his attention.

"Can you take this to the Gemini Temple for me?" He smiled affectionately and gestured towards the container that held the referenced cloth. "I need it done right now. Could you do this for me?"

"Yes, master." The boy had sleepily yawned his reply.

The Saint simply chuckled and nodded in approval. "When you come back, you can call it a night. The rest of your responsibilities can wait until morning. After that, I'll teach you a new technique, since it's a special day."

"Really?! You'll actually show me something?!" There was a hopeful tone to the child's voice. So his master had remembered the special date after all.

"I promise that I will."

"Thank you, Master Mu!" His expression brightened into an eager smile at the thought of tomorrow. Then he remembered his task and his attention shifted to the cloth. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes and groaned before grudgingly shouldering the cloth container and beginning is pilgrimage to the Gemini Temple.

The Aries Saint watched as his apprentice disappeared out of sight, on his way to the destination set out for him. A few minutes passed, and he would have almost let himself fall asleep if it wasn't for the sudden sensation that crept over him as he sat by himself in his chambers.

He began to have a feeling that something was going to happen and immediately he regretted his actions.

Sending Kiki by himself had been a mistake.

Meanwhile, the young one had made it after a few minutes of travel. It had gotten extremely windy without any warning, making it somewhat bothersome for the exhausted child as he strained to carry the weighty load. He ascended the steps to the Gemini Temple and unloaded his weight as footsteps approached him from within.

"A bit far from the Aries Temple aren't you?" Was the sarcastic remark he received upon arrival.

Kiki looked up to the person who had commented snidely, his vision landing on the Gemini Saint himself: Saga. "I was just bringing this to the Gemini Temple because my Master told me to." He unlocked the case instinctively.

The cloth reacted and attached itself to the elder Gemini Saint, and he admired its restored beauty.

Then something seemed to distract the saint of Athena and his eyes wildly darted across the area. "Well hurry up and go back alright. Don't dawdle around. Go straight to the Aries Temple." It sounded more like a warning than an order as the man tried to speak over the howling wind. "Don't stop for anything."

Had something happened? Was something going to happen? "But why?"

"Just do as I say."

"Fine," the boy mumbled disappointingly and shuffled down the steps slowly, preparing himself for the trip back while going up against the blustery weather. Nobody ever told him what he wanted to know.

"I said hurry up!" The Gemini snapped behind him. "If I have to tell you a third time…"

The boy immediately sped up, not wanting to know if the older man would punish him or not right then and there. He was more awake now than ever. Without the weight on his back, he moved faster.

Kiki ran and ran, fighting the sudden violent gusts of wind as they lashed through the area. The Gemini Temple was just out of sight now.

The sooner he returned to his dwelling, the sooner he could go to sleep. So Kiki would hurry back to his home with his Master Mu.

It had all happened so fast.

Someone with foreign cosmos and unfamiliar sacred armor jumped down from high ground into his pathway, causing Kiki to slow to halt to place a few feet between himself and the person. The figure scanned the area warily before his attention fell upon the boy only paces away, narrowing his eyes and taking a stance all in one moment.

One by one, the Gold Saints snapped to attention concerning the sole intruder. Then, the sudden feeling of a few more surprise guests entering into their territory came to light. There was more than just one who were storming their residence.

The assailant charged at Kiki, cosmos flaring in a declaration of battle.

Author's Note Express (OMG FIRST SAINT SEIYA FIC): So yeah. First Saint Seiya fiction like…EVAR! Could you tell my newbieness?

To sum it up, Gemini Saints went to get their cloth fixed. They leave on a high note. In Mu's case, he's just sitting around enjoying the night and fixing stuff when he senses that 'all is not right in the force'—then chapter ends!

Let me know if I'm taking them too far out of character. I'm trying to stay as far in their character rails as possible.

Spoiler: Death to Kiki.

-Anxious Vincentre