And now, because I apparently can't stop making new fan fiction, here's another new fan fiction of saint Seiya. This one starts six months after they have defeated Hades, and the new "Legendary Saints" are just settling back into life. But of course, nothing stays peaceful for long. This story was created because I was contemplating making a Lost Canvas fan fiction and an Omega fan fiction. I had no idea how I was going to do either, and my sister told me to stick them all together.
SO how do you do that? By involving the Titans. Yeah, I know, that's kind of overused isn't it? And one of my stories involves the Titans in a different way. (You can guess which one.) But how else am I supposed to bring all of those parts of saint Seiya together? This story will follow much more closely to the main story line of all parts of Saint Seiya, so I hope you enjoy! I noticed that I make all of my characters talk like they're all proper or something, so I'll try to make that less of an issue. And I also wanted to know when Shun got started wanting to heal people, so I explained my idea of how that happened in this chapter.
Chapter one: Uncertainty's Poison.
Shun stepped out of the way as Shaina and Marin passed, carrying Javu between them. The greenette's eyes narrowed. That was becoming more and more common. It was six months after they had defeated Hades. The world should be at peace at last. But a new enemy was attacking the sanctuary. He was unheard, unseen, and he was one by one picking off the saints. He was becoming a menace, and no one could stop him. Shun felt his hand tighten involuntarily on his left side, but he hid the gesture quickly by turning towards the two women.
"Do you need my help?" He asked.
"Shun-sama," Shaina said, pausing and looking towards him. "The saints are nearly in a panic. You always have a level head. Perhaps your word will calm them."
"Yes, I'll see to it." Shun replied, "And just 'Shun' is fine. You don't need to call me 'sama'."
He turned and walked away before either woman could reply and began walking purposely down the steps. The chains on the Andromeda cloth jingled gently as he walked, but Shun didn't find the sound comforting as he normally would have. Nevertheless, Shun carefully kept moving towards the place where the saints were gathered. He could hear them even from this distance, and he paused as he reached the bottom of the stairs, watching the scene unfold for a moment. Everyone was talking at once.
"What should we do?" a trainee asked, nearly screaming. He was beside himself.
"It's hopeless!" Ichi moaned, visibly trembling.
"Quiet!" Geki called. "We can't give up hope! If we lose that, then the world will plummet into chaos again!"
"And it isn't now?" Ichi cried. "The saint's are being attacked. We can't hide that!"
"Are we all going to die?" A young trainee asked, sobbing into the arms of her trainer.
"ENOUGH!" Shun cried. His small voice was like thunder. The entire crowd instantly fell silent and looked to him. He stepped into their midst, and they parted before him. He paused, looking them all in the eyes. "Enough. This is pointless. Geki is right. We can't give up because of some fly buzzing around our heads. That's all this attacker is: a fly. The saints have dealt with worse in the past, and we will deal with worse later. Hold your heads high. Be proud and strong like the constellations you wield, never wavering in the night sky. This attacker can't hope to remain hidden forever. No matter how many of us, or who falls, the others will keep fighting. That's what makes us saints of Athena. We are the warriors of hope and love. Never let yourselves lose these, or you lose us all. The saints walk beside you, even if they cannot fight with you."
Shun let his eyes drift once more through the crowd, and then turned and walked back the way he came. Even as he began to once again ascend the stairs he felt their eyes on him. They treated him with such respect and adoration, and he hated it. He was still a bronze saint, and yet he had defeated a god. He was one of five legendary saints. He hated how it distanced him from everyone. But he also knew that some of his friends were angry with him for being so high above them. They felt that they should have had the same chance to be adored as him. But he was angry with them too. Did they think that he'd wanted any of this? Shun had always been a gentle person, but he had become one with the god of death. So, he had just gotten into the habit of ignoring them. If he had to, he'd talk to them. But for the most part he acted like they didn't exist. And they let him. Usually, Shun's train of thought would have followed these lines, but his mind was on other things. His left side gave a pang, and it took all of his will power not to grab it or cry out.
He followed a well known path, lost in his thoughts, until at last he came to a small, humble house close to the outskirts of the sanctuary. It was a simple home for a saint, and though many people suggested that he live someplace more fitting of his title of a "legendary saint" he found that this one room house fit his humble and gentle nature much more. Besides, he liked it much better here, where he found it easier to do something that he found he was good at: healing people.
Shun sighed as he removed his cloth and placed it in its Pandora box. Then he pulled on a simple brown cloak, pulling up the hood to hide his hair, and grabbed a small brown bag. It was nothing special, and it didn't need to be. It was practical, and Shun preferred it to look simple. But he knew that most people could take one look at his face and know exactly who he was. He wasn't trying to hide, only to not spook people.
Shun opened the door and began walking down another well known path that lead to one of the small villages outside of the sanctuary. He encountered a single gold saint, who only dipped his head in acknowledgment and allowed him to pass. It was no secret in the sanctuary what Shun was doing, and no one would try to stop him. Though times were dangerous, Shun was more than qualified to handle himself. And Athena approved of what he was doing. It seemed like something Shun should have done all along.
Shun stepped calmly into the worn streets of the busy town. Looking around, he could tell that it was less modern than others, but even here technology could be seen: a television in the town square, a child with a motorized toy, and a teen with a simple cell phone. Shun found all of this slightly interesting. He had never had a normal life. But he wasn't sure, even now, that he wanted one.
The people didn't bother him, and few knew who he was. No one looked under his hood, and those who did know wouldn't tell. They felt as if they had a duty to protect his identity outside of the sanctuary, especially since he never carried his cloth down here, so as to not spook the villagers. Shun paused, looking around. And then he spotted the woman looking at him. He had been treating her daughter's sickness of quite some time. He turned and followed her through the crowd. At last they reached her house, and with a smile, the woman invited him in.
Shun crossed the room and knelt beside the bed. The house was like his, a small one room house with few possessions inside. A young girl was sleeping in the bed, and Shun placed his hand on her forehead. He smiled a little. Her fever was gone.
"She's been a very good girl." The mother said. "She took all of her medicine. She really wanted to see you, Shun-sama, but she just couldn't stay awake."
"Let's not wake her." Shun replied. "She needs all the rest she can get. Give her these, just to make sure that the infection won't come back." Shun handed her a small bottle of pills.
"Yes," the woman said, accepting the pills. "thank you sir. Thank goodness that Athena-sama and her legendary saints are so kind. I wouldn't know what I would have done if I would have lost her."
The woman whirled around with a gasp as the door flew open and three men stepped inside. Two were wielding guns, which Shun found amusing rather than frightening, and the third was a doctor that Shun recognized from the village. Shun stepped back as the doctor crossed the room and began to examine the girl, picking up his brown bag as he leaned against the wall.
"What were you thinking?" one man cried. "This man is a stranger! For all we know he could have poisoned your daughter!"
"He'd never!" the woman exclaimed.
"Did you forget that the sanctuary is being attacked?" the other asked. "What if he's the one attacking them?"
"How dare you!" The woman cried. "He would never do that!"
"It still doesn't excuse the fact that he has no experience as a doctor!" the first said
"He's not charging for his services." The other added. "How is he paying for all of the expensive medicines he's got?"
"I'm sorry," the woman said, turning to Shun. "they're just scared that's all. We're not sure what's going on in the sanctuary."
"It's fine." Shun replied patiently. "It's only natural to be suspicious of people you can't recognize." Then he laughed and added, "Or see the face of."
"Excuse me," the doctor interrupted. "but where's the bottle that this man's prescribed?" The woman handed it to him. He contemplated it for a moment and handed it back. "And you say you've had no doctor's experience?"
"None at all." Shun replied.
"Really?" The doctor asked. "How interesting."
"What is it?" one man asked.
"Well," the doctor sighed. "this man has done everything perfectly. This girl was close to death, but he used the right medication and now she's almost completely better now. How do you do that?"
"I could sense that death was close to her." Shun replied. "And I could sense what would make her better. So I used the medicine until she got better and no more."
"How could you sense something like that?" the first man asked.
"Because at one time I was very close to death." Shun said. "Not dying, not dead, but so close to death that I was part of it. Don't worry. If you knew who I was, that statement would not scare you. But that darkness still lingers in my heart." Shun's hand laid on the center of his chest, as if feeling for a weight that was no longer there. They watched him for a moment.
"Who are you?" the doctor asked.
They were all suddenly distracted by the sound of an attack and several screams. Outside, there were two silver saints, one, a boy, was trying to destroy the village. The other, a girl, was trying to stop him. But shun could tell by looking at him that the boy was beside himself and frightened badly. His attack was out of pure fear. Shun stepped out the door and into the street, only to be stopped by one of the men.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "That's a saint battle! You'll be killed." Shun turned back to look at him and all three men gasped. "You're-!"
"It will take much more than a sliver saint to kill me." Shun replied.
He pulled his arm away and walked calmly through the panicking and confused crowd. Shun felt his hood fall back but didn't pause to catch it. At last he broke free from the crowd, glancing around to assess the situation. There were injured villagers, but none were hurt badly. The girl saint had blocked the blow and was desperately trying to calm her friend.
"MARK! STOP!" she cried. "Can't you see you're hurting these people? What about your little sister? She lives here!"
Shun stepped forward again, into view of both of the silver saints. Everything fell silent as everyone saw him. Shun motioned for the injured to get behind him, and they obeyed. It seemed as if Mark might attack them, but a single severe look from Shun made him think otherwise. The boy's anger was suddenly turned towards Shun. He could see it as the boy bristled. Good. That would make things easier.
"Shun-sama!" the girl cried through her mask. "Please forgive him! He's just scared. He couldn't help it. He just snapped."
"Then by all means," Shun replied, "don't hold him back. This kind of thing happens to everyone, and I know of only one way to help."
"But, Shun-sama!" the girl cried. Shun shrugged his bag further up on his shoulder.
"He wants a battle, doesn't he?" Shun asked. "If he truly is only scared, then a good jolt should return him to his senses."
The girl released him, and with a battle cry mark ran to attack him. But Shun stopped the attack with one hand.
"What's wrong?" Shun asked. "Aren't you going to attack? Then allow me the first move."
The silver saint began to tremble as Shun's enormous cosmos blazed. For a moment, it seemed as if the form of the mythical Andromeda appeared behind his back. Shun shifted his stance, and Mark took a step away from him.
"Nebula Scream!" Shun cried.
The attack ripped through the streets, tearing up carts and items discarded there and shattering windows. Mark tumbled through the air and landed heavily on the street. The girl ran to him and Shun calmly walked over to where he was. Mark opened his eyes and looked back up at the legendary saint. They seemed to have cleared.
"Shun-sama," he said, ashamed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Shun offered him his hand and a smile.
"Then at least you're back." Shun said. "You lost us, Mark of Lizard. Don't ever lose hope."
"Right." Mark replied, accepting Shun's hand and letting him pull him to his feet. The town gave out sighs of relief as the silver saint seemed no more inclined to attack.
"Let's return to sanctuary." Shun said. "I think we've caused these people enough damage as it is."
Shun gave the people a brief dip of his head, before turning to follow the two silver saints up the trail. Once they entered sanctuary, Mark looked at Shun.
"Shun-sama," he said, "how were you able to stop my attack?"
"Because you forgot why we are saints." Shun replied. "And because your motives for attack were weak. If you are going to turn your fist on anyone, make sure you have a good reason to. Find out what you fight for."
"I will remember, Shun-sama."
Shun bade the silver saints farewell and disappeared into his house. He placed his cloak and medicine bag back into their usual place and sat on the edge of the bed wit a whimper. Slowly, he raised his shirt. Underneath was a terrible wound, the cut of a blade that began at the lower part of his left side of his rib cage and ended at his right hip. The wound itself caused him great pain and seemed to have shadows inside of it, keeping it open. The shadows were growing longer on his body too. Shun had no idea how long he had it. He had no idea who gave it to him. But he knew that if he revealed it then the sanctuary would be in a panic. Shun had been attacked too.
But unlike the others, he had not fallen directly into a deep sleep and lost the darkness of the wound. Since Shun had at one time been Hades' host, he had a resistance to darkness. So the wound and all of its evil remained. But though Shun could remember the weapon, he could not remember the attacker or when it had happened. The weapon was a large black scythe, unlike any he had ever seen, and resonated evil.
Shun but his lip so he wouldn't cry out. The wound was painful and it was slowly making him sicker and weaker. His disguise would soon fail, and everyone would know that something was wrong. Shun had no idea how to make the wound better. He had been hiding it, and though he wasn't good at lying, he could act. No one had even suspected yet that something was wrong.
Shun sighed, shaking his head. What was he so afraid of? If he showed the wound to Athena, she could identify their attacker. Wouldn't that be better? Shouldn't he tell? It might be true that having a legendary saint attacked would cause a panic, but if they knew their enemy they could prepare for him. Shun gave out a yelp and lowered his shirt. Then he jumped as there was a knock on the door.
"Shun?" he heard Seiya call. "Are you Okay? Can I come in?"
"Yes," Shun said, "Come in."
Seiya entered, looking magnificent in the gold cloth of Sagittarius. The brown haired boy seemed worried when he saw the smaller Andromeda saint. He was pale and trembling badly. The young gold saint crossed the room to where his friend was.
"Shun, are you okay?" Seiya asked, laying a hand on his forehead. "Whoa! You're burning up! Are you sick?"
"No." Shun said, pausing as he saw Seiya's disbelieving face. He finally decided to come clean. "It's worse than that. Seiya, I've been attacked. Look."
Shun pulled up his shirt again to show the gold saint he wound. Seiya gasped, gently laying a hand on it and pulling it back abruptly as Shun yelped.
"Oh my goddess…" Seiya said, "Shun, are you okay? What happened?"
"I don't remember." Shun replied, clearly distressed, "I don't remember who did it or how long it's been there. Has it been days, hours, minutes? I don't know."
"Shhh, Shun," Seiya said, hugging the boy to calm him. "It'll be alright. Saori-san will tell us who did this. Just hang on until then. Don't push yourself Shun. Lay down."
Shun obeyed simply because Seiya was giving him a no nonsense look. The gold saint sat there with him a while as the boy grew worse, half watching him, half watching the door, as if wondering what he should do. But suddenly it was decided for him as Hyoga and Shiryu entered. The blonde Cygnus saint ran over to Shun worriedly, and the blind dragon saint paused by the door.
"What happened?" Hyoga asked as he touched Shun's shoulder, relieved when the young Andromeda saint looked up at him.
"He's been attacked." Seiya growled.
"What?" Shiryu gasped.
"You two stay with him," Seiya said. "I'm going to go get Saori-san. I don't think it's a good idea to move him with a wound like that." Seiya passed the blacked haired dragon saint and took to the sky outside as Shiryu walked carefully over to Shun, laying his hand gently on the boy's side to sense the wound. Shun yelped, startling both Saints. Shun laughed weakly.
"I guess it's a good thing Ikki isn't here." Shun said. "Nii-san would be freaking out."
"Don't talk, Shun." Hyoga said. "You'll only hurt yourself more. Why do you always have to cause us no end of trouble?"
"Sorry." Shun said.
"Hush." Shiryu said gently. "It's not your fault."
"If I find out who did this," Hyoga growled, "I'm going to destroy them."
Shun laughed weakly again. It was so like them to be protective of him. Then again, he would have felt the same if any of the others had been attacked and not him. Shiryu, Seiya, Hyoga, Shun, and Shun's older brother Ikki, the Phoenix saint, were the five legendary saints that met Hades in battle and destroyed him. They embodied, for most people, the true legacy of the saints: the spirit of Pegasus, the fury of Phoenix, the tenacity of Cygnus, the power of Dragon, and yet through it all the gentleness of Andromeda. Theses things made the saints great, and not even gods could take that away from them.
Hyoga and Shiryu moved from the side of the bed as Saori entered. The beautiful Athena sat on the side of the bed, laying a hand on Shun's chest. She had long purple hair that hung down to her waist, and bright blue eyes.
"It's going to be alright." She said as she gently pulled up his shirt to look at the wound. She gasped when she saw it.
"Do you recognize it?" Seiya asked as he entered.
"Yes." Saori said, her voice deadly serious. Shun fell silent and still. He knew something was wrong. He could feel her trembling. "Yes, I recognize it, and I'd hoped I'd never see it again."
"Is it bad?" Hyoga asked.
"None of the other wounds were so big." Shiryu said. "All the others were fairly small. This one is different."
"Yes," Saori said. "The others were small to make the victim fall asleep and weaken our numbers and spirits. But this one was placed with the full intent to kill." There was silence as Saori touched the wound and Shun shuddered. "There is great darkness in this wound. Shun only withstood it because of his previous bond to Hades. It gave him resistance to the darkness."
"But if they attacked Shun to kill him," Seiya said, "why not us as well?"
"Probably because our attacker wanted to take out the 'weakest' of the five legendary saints." Saori said, though she then smiled and placed a hand on the side of Shun's face. "But he didn't expect Shun to be so strong. He must have forgotten that Shun withstood Hades."
"So our attacker is most definitely male?" Shiryu asked. Athena grew solemn again.
"Yes." She said. "And we must prepare ourselves of a powerful enemy, even more powerful than Hades. I must ask you all to lead the battle as the legendary saints and grow even more powerful once again. We need all the allies we can get, because our opponent has not been seen since the age of myth."
"And the weapon?" Hyoga asked.
"It is the Megas Drepenon: the scythe that can tear through space and time."
"But that's the scythe of Kronos!" Hyoga cried. Saori nodded. Shun started to tremble as he remembered the black scythe that the attacker had wielded. Saori began to talk to him gently.
However, the other three saints felt like they had been kicked in the gut. Shun was too sweet for the life he had been allotted, and it couldn't be fair. He had been the host of the evil god Hades, and no he had been attacked and almost killed by the king of Titans. All three of them felt themselves bristle with a battle fury that they had forgotten in the six brief months of peace they had enjoyed. They had become careless.
Shun gasped a little as Saori began pushing her warm Cosmo into the wound. The wound gave a violent pang that was quieted quickly by the light of Athena's Cosmo and soothed away. The gentle pulse of Athena's Cosmo seemed to calm a lingering fear of the attack. Saori hadn't known what she had hoped to accomplish by this, but it seemed to be helping, and so she continued. Slowly, Shun fell into a much more relaxed slumber.
"Just relax Shun." Athena whispered to him. Then she turned to the other three saints. "We need to prepare for the worst, and we need to find Ikki."
"How?" Hyoga asked.
"How else?" Shiryu replied. "We leak to the surrounding villages that Shun was attacked. He'll come running."
"Just get him back here." Saori said. "Kronos has poisoned us with this uncertainty long enough. Now, we go to war." Then she glanced down at Shun.
My only concern now, She thought, is getting Shun better, and finding out what could have released Kronos from Tartarus.
So that's chapter one. I hoped you enjoyed. I know, I should be working on other stories instead of starting a new one, but I intend to update all of my stories with at least one chapter for Christmas! Keep me to that! Wow, this chapter seems rushed...but I didn't know how else to start it...anyone else notice that I keep making Shun the main character?
