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Vulnerability

Timeline: After Hades, before the chapter From Kido's Mansion with Shock in fic Home Sweet Home

Note: All scenes are inspired from one of the chapters in Pingu

East Siberia

Milo really couldn't sleep that night. He moved his body to the right, to the left, to the top, but he still couldn't sleep in peace. He growled—the extreme coldness of Siberia really drove him mad. Beside him Camus oppositely closed his eyes serenely, seemed very enjoying his sleep. Milo growled once again, he was so jealous with his best friend's ability to sleep. He turned his body to the right so he couldn't see Camus's face.

Milo was about to close his eyes when he felt movement beside him. He turned around, then frowned his forehead seeing Camus got down on the bed and walked to the door.

"Camus, where are you going?"

But Camus didn't answer. He kept walking away, as if he didn't hear Milo's voice. There was something wrong in his style of walking—it seemed like he was hypnotized and was ordered to leave the room. Upon marching at Camus, Milo discovered why: Camus was sleepwalking.

It took some time for Milo to believe in what he was seeing: with tightly closed-eyes Camus passed Saga and Shaka who had fallen asleep on the couch, then directly stepped outside.

Milo blinked. The ragged wind of Siberia swept his handsome face. He soon ran outside to catch his best friend.

"Hey, Camus!" called Milo as he closed the door. The cold breezes were stabbing his skin and his heart, but he didn't care. He ran at Camus and pulled his body, but oppositely it was Milo who at last was dragged along by Camus's weight.

"Aaaargh!" yelled Milo as he fell headfirst. His hand was still on Camus's, but right now he was dragged by both Camus and the Siberian wind with his stomach on the snowy ground.

"This doesn't make any sense, I'm eight kilos heavier than you!" snarled Milo. Yet his caterpillar-like movement finally stopped when the wind set his and Camus's hands apart. Camus walked without dragging him again right now. His eyes were still closed and his direction was straight to the front.

Milo had just stood up when he saw Camus entered his neighbor's hut.

"Oh no…," whispered Milo as he heard mixed of shock and angry screams of the people in the hut. He soon entered the hut to get Camus out of it. Second later he saw Camus exited the hut (he was kicked out, for the exact…), yet Milo felt he had to ask for the dwellers's apologize. "Sorry…I'm so sorry, my friend is sleepwalk—ouch!...Sir, you don't have to punch me—"

"JUST BRING YOURSELF AND YOUR FRIEND THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"Alright, alright…!"

Milo ran away from the hut, panting. He hadn't really taken a breath when he saw Camus was walking on a very steep ice-cliff.

"Aaa…," Milo gasped. Only ten steps more and Camus would immediately fell to the ravine. The blue hair young man ran so fast to Camus, probably the fastest racing motion he'd ever done. When he arrived he was a bit relieved seeing there was another cliff in the opposite of the cliff Camus stepped on. Since he knew pulling Camus would be useless (he would be dragged by his weight again, which could made both of them falling into both the ravine and the underworld…), he ran passing Camus and, stretched his own body between the two cliffs with his back on the top, performing to be a bridge.

He was successful, for Camus finally crossed the ravine by stepping on his body, yet he had to pay for this—he felt like his back was completely cracked.

"Damn! Seventy six kilos!" he snarled after Camus crossing his body-made bridge. Still grumbling ramblingly, Milo struggled to reach the next cliff and followed Camus again. In the middle of his walk Milo met obstacle again: he was stumbled over numbers of ice blocks then fell down.

"This is the last time I visit this land…," he mumbled as he stood up and rubbed his knees. He looked at his surroundings to see where Camus was…and his wonderful blue eyes almost jumped from their places when he saw Camus walking to the edge of much steeper cliff and ready to fall down.

"Camus!" Milo yelled hysterically. He didn't know whether this was the best thing or because his brain had lost its function, but he didn't ran to the cliff. He oppositely marched at the valley which was located exactly beneath the cliff—he thought of catching Camus there. "I'm coming, Camus!"

He was definitely on time: a second after he arrived at the valley, Camus immediately fell down with standing position.

The next moment was like happening in slow motion: Milo yelled as he spread his hands and finally grabbed his best friend.

……

"Ah…," Milo whispered. For several minutes he had to make himself sure he really had caught his best friend alive.

Moments later he panted, then hugged his best friend who still stayed on his standing position.

"Oh…Camus…," he whispered.

"Zzzz…"

Milo spontaneously chuckled hearing the soft-snore. He released Camus's head softly and gazed at his face.

Camus was really like a litlle child…his little brother. He still had a deep and sound sleep—seemed like he had dreamt of something sweet (which didn't have anything to do with cliffs…)

Milo chuckled once again and hugged him once more. He was so relieved his best friend was alright. He stroked Camus's long hair several times and realized that he wasn't objected at all with this sleepwalking thing. The pains on his back had definitely left him.

"Now let's go home…," said Milo.

"Zzz…"

Milo borrowed a large sledge from one of Camus's neighbors in that surroundings (it needed some time, as it had been three o'clock…), then placed Camus and himself inside. After arriving at the hut, Milo soon placed Camus on his bed and covered him with thick blanket. Milo himself lied next to him and immediately closed his eyes…he was now so…so…sleepy…

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Morning came. Saga entered Camus's room and woke him up for breakfast.

"Camus, wake up. Breakfast, breakfast…," said Saga as he clapped Camus's shoulder.

Camus opened his eyes slowly, then woke up after rubbing his eyes. He immediately walked out the door. Saga then approached Milo. "Milo, wake up, it's eight o'clock. Breakfast," said Saga. He clapped Milo's shoulder as well.

Milo didn't react. His eyes were tightly closed.

"Milo," Saga shook his body a little, but Milo only growled and pulled his blanket until it covered his face.

Saga sighed as he set the blanket aside. "Wake up, Milo, it's eight o'clock, we have to go to the airport at twelve," he ordered irritably.

Milo only managed to let his eyes half opened. Grumbling weakly, he staggered to the dining room. He sat next to Camus and stared at the pie in front of him with unfocused eyes.

A minute later his face fell down on the plate.

His fellows stared at him in puzzlement.

"Milo?"

"Zzzz…"

Saga, Camus, Shaka, and Hyoga looked at each other, mumbling something about a very lazy young man who didn't even want to touch his breakfast.

But later on Camus smiled slightly.

He pulled Milo's head very slowly, set aside the cream of pie which spotted his fringe, the placed his head on his shoulder.

"Have a nice dream, Milo," Camus said in a soft voice.

"Zzzz…"

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