Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya or any of its characters.
Warnings: unrequited love, mentions of incest, mental health issues, and a lot of angst.
"The traitor Aiolos is dead."
That was what Shura had reported to him. Saga had wrestled control back for the other as soon as possible to stop the other him. He had been so glad that Aiolos had appeared to prevent him to make an irredeemable mistake, to stop him and put and an end to his foolishness. Kill me, he wanted to say, but Aiolos only jumped out of the window, carrying the infant goddess with him.
Aiolos is dead.
Dead. Dead like the old pope on Star Hill. Dead like Kanon. Dead. Dead. DEAD. Saga laughed.
"Aiolos is dead."
As if saying it out loud could change its meaning. With one order, Saga had sentenced the man he loved to death.
"As if you haven't done the same before." The voice within him sneers at him, hatred palpable in his voice. It was suppressed for the moment, but it gains strength with rapid ferociousness as the anger within him grows, and the voice in his head, his own voice, laughs a bitter, hate-filled laughter.
"Shut up!" Saga's growl echoes across the empty room. The laughter grows louder and uglier, until it turns into a feral snarl.
"Don't you remember? You killed our brother the exact same way. Repent for your sins, you said, and never gave a second thought as you gave him the death sentence."
"His evil must be punished," Saga struggles weakly, "he spoke of treason!"
"And you're so much better than him, aren't you? You didn't even visit him once. You felt his Cosmo disappear! He was the only one who would have stayed by your side always. And you didn't. Visit. Even. Once."
The voice grows more and more accusatory, but Saga felt his own resentment flicker with the accusations of the voice.
"I did what I must, as a Saint of Athena," Saga replied with a steeled voice.
A bark of laughter again came from the voice.
"And what a fine Saint you are now! Murdering the pope, attempting to murder Athena, and murdering the only other Saint who tried to stop you."
"Shut up! It was all your fault! If only you didn't exist…!" If only you didn't exist, Aiolos would still be alive. Kanon would still be…!
"Ha! Ridiculous. Don't forget who made me, Saga. The man who couldn't accept his jealousy of the Aiolos he claims to love so much. The man who couldn't face that he wanted to fuck his little brother and threw him away without a second thought. The man who suppressed everything to become the pretty little model saint. What a laugh, I'm much more Saga than you. "
The treacherous voice, the other Saga, grows louder and louder, venom lacing his every word. Saga covers his ears as if to block it out, as his breath grows more and more ragged, but the voice only chuckles, as if to laugh at his feeble attempts.
"How does it feel, Saga, to have killed everything you love by your own hand?" The other Saga whispers, the quite accusation echoing loudly in the empty room. He fixes a few strands of his black hair that had been displaced, and waits for a response that doesn't come.
Author's Note: Saga is arguing with himself again, he should really try a mental hospital. Please don't doubt that Saga is my favorite character. The original idea for this ficlet was that if Saga and the Other Saga are in love with different people, and it kinda mutated from there. *nervous laughter*