Disclaimer: If I owned Saint Seiya, I would not be posting stories on Instead, I would be hurrying along the continuation of the Saint Seiya storyline. As the story kind of ends after Tenkai-hen Overture, we can all safely assume that I do not, in fact, own Saint Seiya.
Notes: This is going to be kind of hard to explain, so just bear with me until I finish. Please don't skip my notes, even if they look boring, because there is some important stuff in my notes that you should know. This set is going to be ten "essays" long. The content will be like long drabbles or short essays that one Gold Saint writes about another. In this collection, the subject will always be in order of by temple (Mu, Aldebaran, Saga, etc.), and the writer will be randomly selected from the metaphorical hat. It will be quite a test on my writing skills.
I have not included Dohko, Shion, or Kanon for the simple fact that they would be impossible subjects for most of the other Gold Saints to write on, as the others don't know them very well. I also excluded Aiolos because he's dead and wouldn't be able to be a writer, and the writers and subjects need to balance.
Lastly, this is NOT INTENDED to be shounen-ai in any way. If you choose to see it as that, more power to you, but I just want everyone to know that it is NOT my intention to create random yaoi pairings.
So, here's the first one. This is written by Aphrodite. (See, I told you it was random.) Write me a review on what you think… Good? Bad? Cape Sunion?
Incomparable
I don't know what possessed me to start writing about Aries Mu. I'm not exactly on the best of terms with him, and I don't think we've ever really been friends. I don't remember truly saying anything to him. But once, before he left Sanctuary, I recall coming upon him as I left the practice grounds.
Mu smiled beautifully. And even though I am known as the most beautiful of all the Gold Saints, there has always been something unsurpassable about him. He has a benevolence and wisdom well past his age—he always did, even as a child—and they infuse him with a beauty I could never obtain. Mu…belongs to the same ancient mysterious world as Cosmos, almost as if he were not from this earth.
"You have a beautiful soul," he told me that morning. And that was all he ever said to me. From then to this very moment, I have marveled at his sagacity. Even though I am two years older than he is, I suddenly felt younger than him.
Although Mu is considered a traitor now, I still admire him. He has always been much greater than the rest of us, in a way, always above our petty arguments in his magnanimity. His perpetual serenity and quiet strength define him, and make him forever incomparable.