DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAINT SEIYA CHARACTERS. SAINT SEIYA IS CREATED BY MASAMI KURUMADA

The Beloved Student and the Golden-Haired Fellow

Milo felt the sunshine showering his face. He slowly opened his blue eyes, realizing that he was finally falling asleep.

And he found out that Camus had not been by his side again.

"Camus!" he woke up in hurry, finding that the room was empty. "Damn, where is he…?! Camus!" Milo stood, ready to search on his best friend.

"For heaven's sake, Milo, I'm just coming from Shura's temple. Food," Camus entered his temple, rolled his eyes. There was some food in his hands. "He offered us something for breakfast."

Milo took a relief breath. He gazed on his best friend, who had looked fresh. He wore his usual loose sleeveless t-shirt, turquoise denim, and orange leg-warmer.

"What's wrong with you anyway, why suddenly you're that worried of me?" Camus asked coldly as he prepared the food on the table.

"It is I who should ask you, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Camus said with his arms wide open, indicating that he was healthy as he always was. "Aiolos and Dohko told me you kept mentioning my name in your sleep. Why? What was you dreaming about, me attacked by your scorpions?"

Milo glared at Camus. It was easy for Camus to talk, he wouldn't that cheerful if it was him who had such dream.

"Okay, kidding," Camus said after seeing the seriousness in his friend's feature, the thing that he was sure only happened once in a blue moon. "What were you dreaming, Milo?"

Milo was about to answer, but someone suddenly appeared in his temple.

"Camus!"

Milo and Camus turned their heads to the entrance. "Hyoga!"

Hyoga breathed fast. The fourteen-years-old young man looked very tired; the stairs had driven him crazy, yet at the same time big relief covered his face as he walked fast to get close to his father…ooops, grandmaster.

"You're alright…," Hyoga whispered as he grabbed Camus naked upper arms.

"Yes, I am," Camus said, very puzzled. "What are you doing here, kid, you were supposed to be in Siberia, weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't, I planned to go to Siberia today, but I delayed it after—"

"—you got a dream too?" Milo asked in shock after he concluded everything. "About your master?"

Hyoga was frozen. "Y…yes…did you also…"

Milo and Hyoga gazed at each other, as if they communicated without words. Then they slowly turned their heads to Camus, who frown his forehead. His handsome face was directed to Hyoga, to Milo, to Hyoga again, to Milo again…

"Okay, let's stop here," said Camus impatiently. He sat on the chair next to him. "Tell me what were you dreaming of."

"Camus," someone was coming.

"Hi, Shaka. Wanna hear Milo and Hyoga's tale?" asked Camus to the man in the entrance of his temple, a handsome man whose golden hair had already touched below his waist.

Shaka, who wore his Gold Cloth and closed his eyes as usual, didn't answer. He tried not to look confused (well it would affect his dignity…). "Just want to give this back to this young man," he said as he gave a cross-rosary to Hyoga. Hyoga was very surprise—so he had dropped the rosary his mother has given to him without realizing it. "Your student passed my temple hastily, his steps sounded very loud, disturbed my meditation so bad," said Shaka, looked annoyed. "Stepping like that….he's just like an ape in Buddha's hands."

When Shaka had mentioned such words, everybody better be ready to get themselves away from him, because the words determined that he was VERY angry, and usually something horror would happen when he was in such state.

"You wouldn't give Hyoga a free ticket to your six worlds, would you?" Camus asked as he hid Hyoga behind his back.

"No, I am in a good mood today," Shaka said as he turned back and walked away. "Do not have any temptation to torture anybody."

"Yeah, great," Milo grinned. He had to thank Shaka for he felt more relax after seeing his usual weirdos. "Hey, Shaka, maybe you can stay here. Hyoga and I have something to tell."

"Oh?" Shaka stopped, then face the three again.

"Yes, maybe you can help us," said Hyoga. Different with Milo, there was no sign of relax in his feature, and he kept holding Camus' arms.

"Okay," said Shaka as he took a sit on a floor with crossed-legs as usual.

"Fine…now you can tell me 'bout your dreams," said Camus.

Milo started first. When he told the story there was no smiles or grins in his face. He seemed so serious that nobody dared to interrupt him.

"Okay. Now's your turn, Hyoga," Camus said after Milo finished his story. He looked calm, emotionless, and cold as usual, seemed unaffected by Milo's description 'bout his bloods or whatever it was.

"Well…similar," Hyoga said. "You were in the middle of Siberia ice-land…but the different is you laid on the ice…surrounded by…," Hyoga stopped talking.

"What?" Camus asked.

"By blood," Hyoga answered, looked very depressed. "I woke you up—it was very long time before you opened your eyes. You gazed in me, saying "thank you" in tears, then you laid your head in my chest…died."

Silence for some time.

"Well…," Camus took a deep breath, and then said calmly. "It was only a dream. I'm fine, you see."

"It sounds simple coz you don't see it!" snarled Milo. "Maybe it was only a dream, but it was very real, it was a kinda horror, you know? I'm your best friend and Hyoga's your favorite student, seeing you in that condition…"

"Milo, both of you and Hyoga had seen me died before," Camus said, kept trying to calm the two down.

"That's the problem, we don't wanna lose you again," Hyoga said. The tone was so innocent that Camus felt his heart leapt.

"Shaka, d' you have any idea?" Camus asked to the Virgo, who kept closing his eyes and crossing his legs. The same as Camus he also seemed unaffected by Milo and Hyoga's story. Well…maybe he was meditating to discover the meaning of the dream.

"Hmmm…," said Shaka.

"What?" asked Milo.

"No idea," Shaka finally answered, caused the other three to fall down.

Camus then took a deep breath, seemed thoughtful, and started to speak after several minutes. "This is the thing. You are very close to me, and deep in your hearts, as Hyoga said, you're very afraid of losing me…well thanks anyway. That's it, the fear made you have bad dream. You have to fight the fears, after all you're Saints, don't be too impulsive then."

"No, Camus, I think there's still something wrong here: how come me and Hyoga dreamt about you at the same time?"

"Actually I dreamt about Camus too," said Shaka.

Camus, Milo, and Hyoga looked at Shaka in shock. "What?!"

"That is correct," Shaka answered calmly. "But it was not horrible as yours."

"What did you see?"

"He stood in Twin Sala garden with me."

"Wait, it means you aim to KILL him! You said that Twin Sala is a perfect place to die!" Milo said in horror.

"No, I do not," Shaka kept calm. "Beside, Twin Sala is a place for Buddha. Camus is not a Buddha, so you do not need to be afraid he will die there. Me and Camus chatted under Twin Sala tree, it was a fun chat. What a dream, we were chatting accompanied by the petals of Twin Sala trees. That is why I woke up in a very good mood this morning," Shaka smiled. Honestly he left the other three more baffled.

"So what did you dream about?" asked Milo to Camus.

"Me?" Camus asked puzzlingly.

"Well, it seems that the whole Sanctuary dreamt about you, it's impossible if you yourself didn't dream about yourself."

Camus shook his head. "I didn't dream anything."

"Okay, let's ask Aphrodite then," Milo started to walk to the exit of Aquarius temple. "This is gonna be sillier than before…"

"What are you going to Aphrodite's temple for? Last time you went to his temple you almost entered an emergency room as the result of smelling his flowers," said Camus. He made Hyoga laughed for the first time.

"Sorry," Hyoga said, coughed when Camus and Milo looked at him. Camus gave his rare smile to him then.

"Going to ask that girl whether he also dreamt about you or not," said Milo flatly as he exited from his best friend's temple.

"Milo, at least change your clothes and take a bath, make yourself fresh before entering that…girl's…temple."

"Wha are you talking about? I'm worried about your life and you're worried about me look bad in front of Aphrodite?"

There was a laugh again, this time was much louder than before. Hyoga almost rolled on the floor and died laughing hearing Milo's complain. Even Shaka laughed a bit, but soon decided to smile only (dignity reason again…).

"I'm not worrying about such…" Camus stopped, and a miracle of life happened when he laughed, seemed he'd tried very hard to forbid his laughter bursting out before. But the same as Shaka, he soon managed himself to look stern as usual.

"You guys always turn freak when there's conversation 'bout Aphrodite," said Milo.

"It's not like that. I mean, can't you remember the time when Aphrodite force you to stay in his temple and made you almost died boring listening to his lecture about fashion? And it was only because you wore an unmatched hand band. Wonder wha she…he…will say if you enter his house with a sleep singlet and an unfresh body…"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" Milo snapped. He walked to Camus' cupboard, pulled a t-shirt harshly, and walked wildly to the bathroom. He and Camus had the same size of clothes, so it didn't matter if he wore Camus' t-shirt. "Wonder why we always have dream in our sleeps…world will be better without dreams!" he said as he shut the bathroom's door.

"He's wrong," said Hyoga.

"You're right, Hyoga," Camus said, offering a toast of bread to Hyoga.

"Do not blame him, he loves Camus so bad," said Shaka.

"Shut up, Shaka," Camus glared at him coldly, and Hyoga laughed once more.

Shaka smiled. "You talked about snow," he said.

Camus frown his head. "What?"

"You told me about snow, in my dream," Shaka repeated. "You told me how nice it is…well, you tried to explain in detail about snowflakes, because I have hardly ever seen it. And you also talked about a tower."

"What?"

"A tower," Shaka repeated.

"What tower?" asked Camus in huge curiosity.

"I do not know," Shaka shrugged his shoulders. "I forget that part."

Camus and Hyoga looked at each other. Hyoga looked astonished. "Sir," he said, suddenly there was a lamp above his head. "Could it be Eiffel tower?"

"Eiffel tower?" no one had seen Camus that confused before. "Why I had to talk about Eifel tower?"

"Coz it's the landmark of your first hometown? France?"

"But why?"

"I don't know. Milo will search on the answer, won't he?"

As Hyoga said so, Milo exited from the bathroom. He looked better than before, though as furious as before also. "Wait me here," he commanded. "And don't let your teacher takes a step even an inch from his temple, young man," and he marched to the Pisces temple.

Camus sighed and shook his head. He took a plate of meat given by Shura. "Breakfast, Shaka?" he offered, though he knew it would be useless.

"No, thank you," Shaka answered.

The three waited then, wondering what Aphrodite would tell to Milo.

TO BE CONTINUED