WARNING! This is a Yaoi with Milo and Camus as the main pair. If you don't like go no further.
Note: All the Gold Saints are living in Sanctuary, timeline after the Holy War (and not really associated with any of my other fics) and I hope I can capture the holiday spirit. This fic will not be including any Celtic mythology as I don't know enough about it to do it justice.
***= perspective change.
Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya in any way, shape or form. I do own the plot and my take on Phobos and Deimos (the embodiments of fear and terror, sons of Ares the war god not Saga's spilt personality)
I hope you enjoy this I'm hoping to have it completely posted by Nov 5th but as you know access (or more accurately lack of access) to the laptop may slow me down.
Trick or Treat Chapter 1
Standing atop the Sanctuary clock tower two cloaked figures stared at the empty Scorpio temple each growing more vexed by the second.
"Well Phobos," the taller of the two glared at the slighter, "this plan of your has a hole in it."
"Not necessarily Deimos. We both know he's perfect for our needs and with the mortals enjoying this holiday to the fullest our powers are at their peak outside a battlefield."
Deimos nodded. "It is as you say but I fear the Aquarius has tainted our quarry."
"He's also the perfect bait. Thanks to Discord our infiltration has been easy."
"Shame the little coward ran back to the Underworld. We'll have to pay a visit later to reward him."
"The saying is delciously vague when it comes to gets tricked and who gets treated. Now come on we have only one night to bring him into our fold and we still have much to do."
The two gods warped into shadows gliding down the face of the Sanctuary clock tower they had stalked their target discreetly for years and finally this year they could go on the offensive.
Inside the Pisces Temple Milo sat atop marble block letting Aphrodite draw intricate snow flake patterns across the top of his foot and up his lower leg in frost blue ink.
"And you're sure this stuff'll wash off?" he asked watching the artist at work the pale blunet had already finished his right leg and was well on his way to completing the left.
"Yes Milo it will now be quiet I don't want to smudge even a tiny bit or the whole effect will be ruined."
"Mind what Aphrodite tells you." Kanon called from his seat on the far side of the room. "And whatever you do don't twitch."
"You be quiet too! I'm almost done."
Milo chewed his lower lip. "You definately think he'll like it?"
"If Camus doesn't appreciate the gesture there's something seriously wrong with him." Kanon pointed out. "I still think you should come out with us instead."
"Camus won't you know how he is on any holiday and I don't want to watch you two snuggle up to your Specters when I can't cuddle with my penguin."
"So for the first Halloween in your life you'll be treating instead of tricking. You know it's sort of romantic in a strange way especially with everyone else convinced you've got a major prank in the works."
"Aphrodite you think everything is romantic since you've been going out with Minos."
A small satisfied grin graced the delicate looking man's features. "Minos has that effect on me. Right, Milo your done. You have to let it dry compeletly before you let anything touch it or it will become an abomination."
"Thanks Aphrodite." Milo stretched his legs out to examine the art work. "They're beautiful."
"Of course."
"Not as good as mine." Kanon glanced over. "Let's just hope everything else works out as well."
"Yep. Tonight's the night he's going to finally say it." Milo grinned. "With everyone who's still here on high alert for a prank we'll finally have the peace and quiet to enjoy each other's company. Wait, does taking advantage of everyone else's paranoia count as a prank in itself?"
"I think it does." Aphrodite smiled. "We'll be keeping our fingers crossed for you. Have you got your outfit ready?"
A sad smile ghosted across Milo's face. "That's been ready for a long time."
"Good. Those three words are long overdue."
"Yes they are." Milo agreed pictuing the evening ahead. Of course his plans had originally been set for Valentine's Day but with unexpected rebellions and the aftermath of that it never happened. Now they had all been resurrected and peace achieved with the Underworld Milo could finally put 'the make Camus say those words plan' into action. There was nothing that could go wrong. It is most definately the most foolproof plan the world had ever seen and after sunset it will come to fruition.
to be continued...