Alright, so I've now just started another Saint Seiya story. This one I wanted to deviate from the original story line but keep in the same concept. I also wanted to paint Hades in a "better light" as I was finally convinced to do by Miss Nightshadow. BTW, go read her stories, they're amazing. I also give some credit to that to Abenstern. Their (don't know what gender) stories are great too! So this story is basically just whatever I want, because my last two stories are actually fan based. One of my friends says, "Write me a Saint Seiya story with this in it, go have fun!" But now I'm writing for myself.

Prologue: Brother's Sorrow

Ikki paused as he blinked in the downpour. He had never liked the rain, but then again, he was a creature of fire. He had heard that a demon had attacked the village and killed a family, and despite the fact that he hated humans, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He wasn't a naturally curious person, it was just that his mother had lived here. He sighed. They said that demons were beasts that had lost their minds, and he had also heard what the authorities did to those beasts. Ikki suddenly prayed that the fate of this one would not befall him.

He watched unflinchingly as he passed houses, each more mangled than the last and slowly decaying as he went. He did not care for humans because they did not care for him. He was a beast, a creature part human, part creature. Some became mythical creatures, but most were just animals. But humans feared them.

Ikki paused, feeling a dull pang in his chest as he saw it, the house his parents had kicked him out of when his younger brother was born. Every human born has a thirty percent chance of becoming a beast, and Ikki had. But the other child had been born human, and his own parents had thrown the young beast out into the street. They didn't want their baby to grow up around him.

The house itself was torn to pieces, shredded by claws perhaps. Ikki stepped into the rubble, ignoring the bodies that lay on the floor: two adults, one with green hair and one with black. But where was the boy? Something had called him here, something so full of fear and sorrow that he could not ignore it.

But then Ikki paused as he heard someone gently sobbing. He moved carefully through the debris, following his more animalistic instincts to find them. Finally, the crying fell silent altogether. Ikki had found them. It was the breathless silence of someone who was praying that whatever had just approached would not harm them. Slowly, Ikki kneeled down and opened the front of the cabinet, pulling open the door to look inside.

The sight that greeted him took his breath away. How could two such beautiful eyes be filled with sorrow and terror? It was the boy, small for his age and rather petite, almost like a woman. He was just that tiny. He seemed delicate and fragile. His hair was the green of an emerald, or perhaps the tender shoots of new grass that had only just awoken in the spring. His eyes seemed to sparkle with stars, though their color was not that of the night sky; indeed they were a darker shade of green than his hair, nearly teal but too green to be called so. He was trembling, starring up at his older brother with horror, as if waiting to be struck down. He was as white as a sheet and trembling uncontrollably. He had tears in his eyes, and his body was unharmed, though by looking at him Ikki could tell that his mind was not.

Ikki wanted to hate the boy, because he had had everything that had been taken from him. Their parents had loved him more and let the young beast fade from their memories and lives. This boy had never even seen his brother before. He wanted to hate him, but he could not. The boy was like an angel, innocent and scared.

He looked around the house. This boy had lost everything too. There was nothing left here. He couldn't really hate the boy, because in a way, this was just like Ikki. The boy was small, and he was probably going to die.

Besides, he wasn't his responsibility. He turned to leave the boy, but paused at what he saw. Their mother lay in front of him, having dragged herself into the room. She was starring up at Ikki, her mouth hanging open.

"Don't worry." Ikki growled. "I'm leaving."

"No, wait!" she gasped. "Ikki, is Shun ok? Did that thing get him?"

"He's fine." Ikki replied warily. He mother never spoke with him. "He hasn't been hurt."

"Oh thank the gods!" she gasped, sobbing. "Ikki, Ikki please! Shun won't survive on his own. Please help him, please! Take him with you, just don't let him die! If you must hate, then hate me. But do not hate Shun! Please! He's too young to have to die, or have to live on the street and grow up too fast!"

Ikki was frozen at hearing the woman's begging. She never spoke to him, and now she was asking him to watch the younger brother that he had never met before now? Ikki felt rage boil up inside of him.

"Please Ikki!" She sobbed.

Ikki glanced back again and the boy, who was curled up in the fetal position, hiding his face behind his knees. Suddenly felt all of his rage ebb away. Shun was so pathetic. How could he leave the boy behind? He turned back to his mother.

"Alright!" Ikki growled. "I'll raise him, but I don't promise to love him."

"Oh, thank you Ikki!" his mother sobbed, gasping, "Thank you…" and then she moved no more.

Ikki watched her for a moment, listening as little Shun began to sob again. Really, they looked nothing alike. Ikki resembled their father; tall and broad shouldered, with a mane of black hair and deep brown, almost black eyes. His skin was tanner than Shun's, and he had a strong build because of the work he did. He was eleven, and now he was raising a seven year old. What a strange turn of events. He turned back to Shun, touching his thin shoulder gently and waiting until the boy looked up at him.

"Shun," Ikki purred as convincingly as he could, "I'm your older brother, Ikki. Come with me now ok? It's going to be alright."

Alright so I hope you enjoyed! The prologue's a little short for my tastes, but I am trying to not ramble on as much, though some of you may like that and call that my style of writing. More of the story will be revealed in the first chapter which I hope to publish soon.

Keep reading and don't forget that I'm a lover of fan fiction and will support you in any stories you ask me too and hopefully add some instructive comments. I have been writing stories since I was Six years old, so I hope my advice won't sound like I'm trying to write your stories for you or I am snobby! Thanks!