A/N: Hi. Just watched SoG and thought about this. If Milo forgives him, maybe I'll forgive him too.
White Clouds
by Yukitarina
White clouds again.
So dull, thought Milo, smiled slightly as he gazed on the ocean of clouds surrounded him.
He was sitting on a white bench, with his dark jacket, red T-shirt, dark jeans. The bridge between life and death was always too predictable—very quiet, no hints of time, full of cotton-like clouds.
He sensed somebody else's presence some time later. Camus stepped at him with his casual clothes, his visage impassive as ever.
"Hey," greeted Milo.
The Aquarius sat beside him, didn't reply.
The strange place was enveloped by hollow silence. Milo was lost in thought, until he turned his head and looked at Camus again, whose gaze was on Milo's eyes.
"How do you feel about me right now?" Camus asked, his voice was hollow.
Milo raised his eyebrows. "Why do you ask? Do you care at all?"
Camus stared at him.
Milo smiled. "Kidding," he said. "I've understood. That's what I feel about you."
Camus held back the pain in his throat. "Thanks."
Silence again, a tranquil one.
"I wonder what would happen to all of us," Milo said quietly.
"I don't know," Camus murmured, his eyes were closed. "Do you think Hyoga is alright?"
"He is," said Milo. "He's stronger than you."
Camus frowned to hold back his tears, and nodded.
They kept gazing at a far, waiting for the future to come.
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A/N: We don't ask much, Toei. Is it too much to ask? -_-