A/N: This is something similar to the Gold Saint Birthday Collection, only instead I am going to use shorter stories. Starting with Seiya, I will cover Seiya, Hyoga, Ikki, Shun, Shiryu, and Jabu (in that order). Each story will be approximately 700 words, but if I run a little over or under, I'm not going to stress. Enjoy!

This was not how he expected to spend his twenty-third birthday. Cooped up in a hospital room, his leg held in traction and trapped inside an itchy cast, with nurses poking and prodding him every hour on the hour. And not young, pretty nurses, either, that would have been asking too much. His main nurse was a two-hundred pound she-male named Bertha.

He threw himself crankily against his pillow, looking to all the world like a pouting teenager instead of the young hero he was. He didn't understand what the big deal was. He had fallen on a ski trip and broken his leg. A cast and crutches were all he really needed. Unfortunately, the doctors seemed to think otherwise, and as they were the ones with the degree and he was a mere college student, he had had to undergo surgery to put pins in his leg and spend three days under observation.

Good to know that after ten years of performing super-human feats, he was still human enough to break his leg like anyone else.

The door creaked open, and a figure slipped in. A woman, Seiya saw immediately, and not one of the nasty she-males, either. Even in the faint lighting, he could see the splendid curves of her body, the long hair that cascaded in loose waves nearly to her waist. Her emerald eyes, his favorite feature, were like lasers, piercing the darkness, straight to his heart.

"Ah, Shaina. Have you come to have that rematch you swore about ten years ago?"

She clucked her tongue and stared at him. He really looked pitiful.

"No. I came to make sure you weren't doing anything stupid" She looked around the room. "Where are your friends? I expected to find this room packed."

He shifted to the best of his ability and gazed at the clock by his bed.

"Shaina, it's three in the morning. How did you get in? They sent everyone home hours ago."

"You should know by now that I have my ways, Seiya."

He watched her curiously as she opened the door again and pulled a basket into the room.

His curiosity turned to sheer delight as she started unpacking all sorts of Italian goodies. Festive, tri-colored rainbow cookies, biscotti, cannolis, tiramisu. She always made him desserts from her Italian background-so she wouldn't forget her heritage, she claimed-but never had she brought him so much at one time.

She wasn't done yet. Next, she unpacked a thermos and two cups and set those aside on his night stand. The last thing she pulled out surprised him. It was an apricot cream cake, topped with a rich, chocolate mascarpone frosting. Happy Birthday, Seiya was written on it in white block letters.

"Shaina-did you bake all this! You're an angel!", he declared.

"Shh...not so loud", she hissed back. "And if you tell anyone about this, I will deny it. Then I will kill you."

He laughed, eyes as rich as the chocolate icing on the cake dancing with mischief.

"Or you could just marry me and be done with it."

"Seiya..."

"No, it's not the pain meds talking, I'm serious. I was going to wait until Christmas, but..." he guestered towards the night stand. "Open the top drawer."

She opened the drawer with shaking hands. Inside was a black ring box.

"Bring it to me", he instructed.

She handed the ring box to him and he opened it, revealing a white-gold band and a sparkling aquamarine gemstone-her birthstone. Two smaller, darker blue stones sat on either side of the aquamarine-blue topaz. The birthstone for December. The thought he had put into the ring surprised her.

"I guess I can't exactly get down on bended knee...but my mouth still works. Shaina, will you marry me?"

"Of course, Seiya", she replied, tears welling in her eyes.

He slipped the ring onto her finger and laid back against the stack of pillows.

"That was easier than I thought it would be, seeing how long it took Aiolia to ask Marin" he commented, a happy grin on his face.

She swatted his shoulder.

"Aiolia was a special case."

She handed him a piece of the cake and a mug containing hot chocolate-the contents in the thermos.

"Oh! Thank you, Shaina!"

She shook her head and laughed, too used to his childish behavior by now.

"Happy birthday, Seiya."