Shinigami: Woohoo! Chapter 2 is here!
Milo:… What a weirdo…
Camus: Hn….
Shinigami! OMG! He sounds like Hiei! (Faints from shock)
Milo/Camus: ShinigamiSaisei doesn't own Saint Seiya/Knights of the Zodiac!~
Sorry for the wait everyone! I had exams, and my kitten broke my keyboard for my computer, so I wasn't able to type on it, and then I got lazy and super busy. ^.^*
A Special Thanks to: Yukitarina, ladynarutochan, Janir, Jadej.j, Ale-chan, Ana, Hypnosia, Freya, and everyone else who reviewed/alerted this.
I am very sorry that it took so long, and I am trying to make sure the next one comes out sooner! So don't give up on me!~
Chapter 2: Depression
Camus shoved Milo into the ground, ignoring the whimpering saint underneath him, skillfully dodging Milo's unfocused attempts to get free. He bent down close to Milo's ear and whispered harsh cold words that he knew would affect his friend greatly. A small part of him told him not to do things so rashly like Milo would've done, and that he should get the whole story first, but his body wouldn't comply. (^_^*) *A/N: sorry if it seems a bit off.*
The harsh words that escaped from his lips surrounded the wounded saint, making the words seem truer then before. Milo was left sobbing, while Hyoga could only stare and watch. Camus took one look at him, addressed the wounds, and spewed out nonsense that lowered the trembling saint's fragile heart even more. "Roughing it again were you, well this will teach you to not be a whore," he snarled before grabbing the smaller, shaken saint and dragging him towards the door of the cabin. Opening the door, he told Milo to never again show his face to him and his disciple, and to leave them alone before kicking him out into the desolate, barren piece of land.
The door to the cabin slammed shut, and Milo shivered immensely due to the frigid cold. He didn't mind it though for he couldn't feel it. His mind was numb from the pain, and the tears that fell from his eyes froze to his skin, and his skin began to turn blue from the cold. Even with all the pain he felt, he still had the sense to go somewhere warm, and so, with the last bit of strength he had left, he teleported out of the cold, and went to someplace warm, to a place that had beautiful flowers, innocent animals, and a enchanting waterfall. (A/N: this sounds so corny….) Sensing he was somewhere safe, he fell to the ground in a heap, and closed his eyes, welcoming the blissfulness of sleep; knowing that all of the excruciating pain he felt would just wash away until nothing was left but the everlasting peace or unconsciousness.
Milo awoke the next day to the cheerful gaze of the sun, an expressionless look on his face. Remembering the events that happened prior to this new day brought a grimace to his lovely face, making unwanted fresh new tears stream down towards the ground. He couldn't believe that Camus hated him, and he didn't want to believe that what Camus said was true, but the facts were present, and the look Camus had on meant that he was serious; that he wasn't lying.
Rubbing the tears from his eyes, he stood up; looking around he saw the enchanting forest that he was so accustomed to. The forest housed an entrancing waterfall, that had water was so unsullied it brought pure bliss and ecstasy to those who drank from it. Luckily no one else but Camus knew about it, and so it was free of human taint. However, it also meant that Camus could easily find him and finish off what he started with no interference.
In the surrounding area, the trees were tall, yet healthy and exuberant, and showed their joy with the rustling of the leaves and branches. The air was fresh and the wind lightly breezed through Milo's hair, gently caressing him like a parent would to a hurt child, as though to bring him comfort.
Milo had been there many times after a fight or when he had been sent to take a life, and the place soothed, and comforted him. Yet, right now, he could not find the comfort that he sorely needed, and he was descending into an everlasting pit of darkness.
Camus stared out of the window of his cabin, deep in thought. His mind flashed back to what happened with his best friend and his pupil. His eyes were cold and showed absolutely no remorse for what he had done, yet on the inside, he was angry that he had lost control so easily. Inwardly he flinched at his own actions and his ice cold heart chipped from the loss of warmth Milo had provided.
His thoughts were jumbled and confusion seeped through his mask of indifference. Why did he do that? Why did he kick out his best friend? The only person who really understood him? The person who meant more than life to him?
The cold words that had come from Camus's mouth echoed through Milo's head. The words repeated over and over causing him to clutch his head in agony, wishing for the voice to just stop, but it wouldn't; instead, other voices began to join in, taunting him, and ridiculing him.
His hands curled into fists, and grasped his hair tightly, pulling on it roughly to block out the emotional pain with physical pain. The 'technique' though worked for only a few seconds, before returning with a vengeance.
Milo cried out; he just couldn't stand the voices! Every DAMN time he tried to block them out, or ignore them, they would come back tenfold, backfiring horrendously. The voices would get stronger, and they would get louder, and the taunting and ridiculing would continue even more, and it was driving him into a huge depression. Milo just could not win! Instead of continuing his losing battle, Milo decided to give up, no ABANDON, the scorpion's way, and gave into the pain. (AN: To clarify for those who don't get what I'm talking about, by scorpions way, I'm meaning that a scorpion will never give up, and that it will be tenacious till the end of its last breath, and that Milo isn't quite doing that for he gave in, so he isn't doing as the animal/insect his constellation is represented after. Well this is my thoughts on it so yeah….)
He had given up; he couldn't fight the voices any longer, and his will had faded away into nothing. He had felt this way once before, but had been able to overcome it on his own, but for some desolate reason, he just couldn't grasp the inner strength nor the courage to get out of the hell he was now in.
Athens, Greece
Aries Temple
Mu hummed a lovely tune as he continued to sweep the steps of his temple, smiling softly as he heard Kiki's childish voice beam with joy. A small feeling of dread tugged at his heart for just a moment, causing his smile to momentarily disappear. 'What was that?' he wondered to himself, as the tugging continued, only to vanish when Kiki ran up with a bunch of gingerbread cookies gently held in his tiny hands, a look of glee plastered on his face.
"Mu-sensei! Look what Aldebaran-san gave me! He said I could have them, and I want to give you some too!" Kiki says, a goofy smile hanging from his face. Mu chuckled at his apprentice and thanked Kiki, while asking if he thanked Aldebaran for the sweets. Kiki made a face before replying that he was so excited that he forgot. Ruffling Kiki's hair, Mu told him to thank Aldebaran, and went with the little appendix, completely forgetting about the feeling he had felt before Kiki came.
Taurus Temple
Aldebaran smiled widely as he watched the young appendix rush towards his master's temple, basking in the joy the youth had displayed over the sweets. Just then, a ding came from the oven, a tiny giggle erupting from the giant who happily skipped towards the sound, making sure to place his chibi Taurus oven mitts on. He opened the oven door, and smelled the delicious aroma that wafted into the air. He took the delights out and placed it down on the counter top, reaching for a new batch to place in. Once the cookies were in, he shut the oven and set the timer. Grabbing the freshly baked sweets, he moved to go to the table so he could decorate them when a feeling of dread and hopelessness enveloped him.
Stunned Aldebaran stood in stupor, going into deep thought. While deep in thought, Kiki and Mu were on their way, and entered the temple and the kitchen. Kiki smelling a fresh batch ran forward hoping to get another cookie. Seeing the saint, Kiki's apparent joy increased, and he shrieked in delight, startling the bull saint, causing him to yelp and throw the sweets into the air. The cookies soared through the air, until gravity lured them back towards the earth.
The batch was ruined. On the floor, all the cookies but one, was broken. The feeling of dread returned once more to Mu when he looked at the cookies on the ground. He stared at it deep in thought. The two gold saints were rooted to where they stood, thinking of what had happened, trying to comprehend what was going on.
Kiki was mortified, and tears swelled in his eyes as he stared at the broken cookies, knowing that he had ruined Aldebaran's hard work. He sniffled, before apologizing, saying, "I'm really sorry Aldebaran, I didn't mean to break Milo's cookies." For in reality, Aldebaran was making cookies for each of his friends in the shape of their own special constellations that governed them. The batch that had just come out was for Milo, and was in the shape of a very detailed Scorpio that took Aldebaran more time than the others, and now all but one was broken and sullied.
Aldebaran shook off the dreadful feeling, and bent down to Kiki's level. "It's okay Kiki, everyone has accidents, and this was an accident, so there is no reason as to why I would be mad at you." Aldebaran replied, gently wiping away the tears that where falling from the little appendix's eyes. Kiki nodded his heads at the Taurus's words, before being lifted up into those big arms, and was given a small hug before being handed to Mu, who tenderly chastised his young ward, and cleared away the rest of his tears. After Kiki was calmed, Mu told him to go back to the Aries temple, and said that he would catch up in a bit. Once Kiki was gone, Mu and Aldebaran shared a look of unease, before nodding towards the other in understanding, and leaving the other to their own devices.
Gemini Temple
Saga and Kanon stared at each other, each trying to will the other to blink. For the past five minutes, they had been in an intense staring competition that would determine who would be the one to take the 1st bath while the other did the chores for the day. The day prior, Kanon had lost due to "accidental" incidents that shall not be mentioned… and today, he would get his revenge! He would NOT be doing the chores today…
List of Chores:
Clean the bathroom
Make lunch
Play with Milo's scorpions for the day/ feed them since he is out
Make dinner
Play with Aiolia
Confuse trainees with appearances
Piss off Deathmask
Be a flower for the day
….
Cancer Temple
Menacing laughter fills the air as screams of terror and anguish float through the temple…
Deathmask is currently not in his temple, he is frolicking about with Aphrodite in the Pisces temple doing who knows what. (A/N: hint hint, wink wink *blushes* ^.^)
Leo Temple
EMPTY
Virgo Temple
No noise comes from this temple, as the resident is sleep- I mean meditating in the nice serene silence of his home. Only a slight disturbance goes through the man, rousing him from his thoughts, only to be pushed away. A fleeting moment of concern passes through the normally stoic face before once again gaining peace, as the person went back to meditating/sleeping.
Libra Temple
EMPTY
Scorpio Temple
EMPTY
Sagittarius Temple
EMPTY
Capricorn Temple
EMPTY
Aquarius Temple
EMPTY
Pisces Temple
Screams of pleasure reverberated throughout the temple, as two gold saints got it going on. Deathmask continued to please his lithe lover, hounding him senseless. Making his beautiful lover see stars. Only stopping when a faint sense of dread filled their beings before quickly being forgotten in the throes of passion.
Popes Chambers
Pope Shion sat upon his chair, waiting for the day to end. He was bored out of his mind just sitting there, and he wished Dohko would come back from Mt. Rozan to see him. He missed the good o'l days where there was someone to talk to, and share comforts. He missed his master, Degel, Kardia, Asmita, Manigoldo, Regulus, and the others. He missed it all. His thoughts wandered back to the present, and roamed towards Camus and Milo. He thought of their relationship as Degel and Kardia and the one they had now, and he thought of when the two would finally 'hook up'.
The tears all dried up, and in there place, was a dead look. The pain overrode all of his senses, and he knew that the only way to make this better, to let the ones he cared about be happy, was to leave this place for good. However, he knew that he couldn't just leave, for they would easily find him, instead, he would leave the EARTH for good. He didn't want to live in shame, he didn't want to burden anyone, he just wanted it all to end, and that was when he yelled out.
"SCARLET NEEDLE!"
Yay! Chapter two is finally done and out!
I am very sorry that it took so long to update, but between exams, PLAN, PSAT, and computer issues, I haven't had the chance to do anything. Once again, SORRY! I really appreciate the reviews and am really ecstatic that so many people enjoy this story! I promise that chapter 3 (hopefully) will be out a lot sooner!
Review as you wish, but I'd like to give another thanks to those who put me on their alert and favorites page! I am glad some people like this story!~ Milo and Camus also give you hugs and kisses for not giving up on me!