Sorrento's Story
Kou's comments: Thanks for reviewing JamesHiwatari and Anime 300! And I am pleased to say that Anime300 is the beta reader of this fic. Try and guess which 2 Mariners Sorrento will meet;)
Disclaimer: As I've said in the 1st chapter of this fic, Masami Kurumada owns Saint Seiya. I have no rights on it except to buy the manga.
-+ I'll Do the Fighting, You Do the Chores +-
Midnight reigned over the town. The borderline between yesterday and today. Of last night and this morning.
Not that it mattered to Sorrento. Being what is called, obsessive, over his flute, he didn't even think about leaving the beach. He was still there, in last night's tight French tailcoat. The flute player was sitting down on the same hard rock, with his knees pulled up to his chest.
Sorrento twirled his loose lock of hair with his finger, a habit he used to do before he received his flute on his 7th birthday. Another funny story that he'll tell later, I'm sure.
Who was that strange man? It's almost that feeling that we've met before… recalled Sorrento. The words of the song he performed echoed his feelings once again. Despite all that happened in the day, the waves of the now dark ocean ebbed and flowed over his feet.
It was freezing! Poor Sorrento. He was too afraid to go back to the academy in case Monsieur Stupide decided to come back while he was away. Apparently, Kanon did not say what time he would be back. So Sorrento stayed put at the beach, glowering at the sea.
I knew I should've taken diving lessons! thought Sorrento, miserably. He pulled his socks up higher. Or at least bought that Ultra Security flute case that came with a tracking device!
Oh well, too bad for him he didn't.
"Hey brat! Rise and shine!"
"AH! Oooh, ouch!" screamed Sorrento feeling his butt being pricked by a shell. He plucked it out and tossed it angrily into the ocean. "Where's my flute Monsieur?"
"It's in my room. Now I'll tell you how you can get it if you just shut up for a moment about your flute. Believe me, nobody's gonna take it," said Kanon smugly as he thought of Isaac, the new recruit the Kraken dragged in (seriously, in vol.16). Isaac was given an order he couldn't refuse.
Sorrento cringed. This guy..! If only I could just punch him, but it would be pointless if he doesn't have it with him... He nodded, grudgingly, at Kanon.
The older man smirked. He loved it when people obeyed him against their will! "Good thinking kid. There would be no way you'd be able to take me down with your skinny arms. So about earlier-"
"Yesterday," corrected Sorrento abruptly.
"Whatever. And if you keep interrupting me I'll have my subordinate return your flute in pieces! So as I was saying, I couldn't help but sense your cosmos. Hopefully, you remembered my definition of that. And I've heard you ask why humans block out nature. Well, believe it or not there are vengeful deities out there who wonder about that as well. And judging from your fancy dress, I'd say you were educated. You know about the mythical ruler of the sea am I right?"
"Poseidon…b-but what about him?" asked Sorrento, a strong feeling of familiarity to the name beating harder in his chest.
"Yes, him. And while I'm at it, I am his right hand man, the Seadragon General Kanon. Every few hundreds of years, as far back as eons ago, another goddess by the name of Athena has fought Poseidon and his warriors for control of the earth. But he didn't truly want the control of the earth as much as he wanted to punish all the humans."
Sorrento's eyes widened. His heartbeats were reaching his ears. He knew. He knew this couldn't be a lie. Even if Kanon did look a bit crazy.
"I don't think I need to go over the details about how he came to that conclusion but the fact is kid, Poseidon is real. And he will be waging war against Athena and her clowns in a year or two. And you happen to be the reincarnation of the previous Siren General."
"T-this… is too much! I-I've, I have a dream. I can't just leave that behind-" stammered the young flute player. He didn't disbelieve Kanon's story at all; he just couldn't accept the fate of what it entails for him…
Leaving behind his days of carefree flute-playing.
Kanon stood there, watching the boy's expression.
It's annoying when they get hesitant like that, thought Kanon impatiently, rolling his eyes. He glanced over Sorrento, taking in his disheveled hair, wrinkled clothes, and shivering right before him.
A strange look passed over the Seadragon General's face. He turned back, facing the sea. His blue hair flailed in the wind. He turned his head to the side and asked, "If you've made your decision, follow me."
Sorrento walked into the water until he was beside Kanon. He watched as Kanon dived headfirst. Before he went in, he looked back. He saw L'académie de Musique sitting atop a hill. To think he even tripped onstage in one moment, now he's onto another moment.
One that stretched on far longer.
"I guess my music career…is over."
:Kitchen:
"Kryshna, can't you please find a woman to do this? Even Master Camus didn't make me cook!" growled a young, finely built, man with green hair. His hair was rather spiky and was past his shoulders. He could frighten anyone since he had a badly healed scar across his left eye.
But it was hard to when he wore an apron and was brandishing a peeler threateningly.
In his solemn deep voice, Kryshna responded, "Kanon is in charge here. He is the one who chooses those worthy enough to work for Poseidon."
Kryshna had a Mohawk of white hair. Dark skinned and very religious, he would have been a good friend of Shaka's. For he meditated everyday. Even when he slept!
Or perhaps fierce rivals arguing over whose rosary was longer.
Isaac frowned and wiped his hands on his apron. Most disgusted, he retorted, "But it was the KRAKEN who brought me here! Bah, if I were with him, all I would have to do is catch fish."
Suddenly a yellow object hit Isaac on the forehead. "WHAT THE-? WHO DID THAT!"
The Seadragon General stepped forward, tossing another pound of cheese in the air. "Don't be so ungrateful moron! The Kraken flies solo. So of course he had to drop you off here. Now if I were you, I'd stop complaining."
By nature, Isaac wasn't a complainer. Maybe he was at first, when he had just been relocated to freezing cold Siberia to train under Camus, but he soon got over that. Mostly because Camus was a true child disciplinarian.
If you ignore them, they'll stop.
"MY FLUTE!" echoed a scream all the way from the Atlantic Pillar.
"AH! Who was that?"
"I believe that must be the flute player Kanon recruited," answered Kryshna. Kanon had to hand it to the guy, nothing gets past him.
"And what's more, he'll be our new cook," said Kanon as he led the two over to a sobbing Sorrento, after checking to make sure the stove was off in the Arctic Ocean Pillar.
"Sorrento, stop acting like a fool, you're embarrassing me! And all of the men everywhere! Here's the Kraken General Isaac of the Arctic Ocean Pillar and Chrysaor General Kryshna who guards the Indian Ocean Pillar."
Isaac stared at the newcomer.
"Er, hey. Y-you, um, you wouldn't happen to be a woman by any chance?"
He's heard stories of the way princesses dress, albeit the French man, Camus, may have had some details mixed up.
"NO I AM NOT! And you, did you dye my flute green?" demanded Sorrento in Kanon's direction.
The Seadragon General was laughing at Isaac's question but soon stopped. He wiped away his tears of mirth and said, "Yeah, well, we were trying to figure out how to use food coloring so… Ahem, anyway, I take it you stayed up all night waiting for me and ended up sleeping on the rock."
"Only because you did not set a time to meet, you jerk!"
"Right, so you must be starving. We have a kitchen, so why not cook something? And you should probably make a lot too. Cooking for one person is the same as cooking for two."
"Or three!" piped in Isaac, enthusiastic about eating some real food. Kryshna raised a hand to include himself. He too was tired of the crappy meals filled with seaweed in everything they ate.
Young Sorrento rubbed away his tears. For the first time since he's found his flute, he set it down.
"Um, I can't cook."
"DAMMIT KANON!"
EXTRA: Don't worry, a certain mermaid will join the fray. But we'll see if she takes up the cooking positionXD Thanks once again to Anime300 and any ideas for this fic are welcomed. Please review!