The next chapter this one is Hyoga and Camus.

Hope you like. Even though it's a short one.

Chaos!!!

Chapter 2The Affair

Hyoga sat one the love seat in his house in Siberia. His eyes were roaming over his lover Camus. Camus met him here once or twice a week when he wanted to get away from his life mate Milo.

Milo and Camus married two years ago in a roman catholic church. They were happy for a year and a half but then Milo started to argue with Camus over everything. That's when Camus came to Hyoga and they've been lovers sense.

They met in Siberia cause everyone knew that Milo hated the cold.

Hyoga was so lost in thought that he didn't realize Camus came up behind till his arms wrapped around his neck. Hyoga jumped when Camus started whispering sweet, seductive french in his ear.

'Lets go to bed my love.' Camus said pulling Hyoga to his feet. Hyoga smiled and followed his master up stair to the cozy bedroom that all of Hyoga's favorite memories were made.

Camus led him to the bed of red satin sheets.

They were in the middle of round four When the front door opened and someone in a multiple layers walked in. The person removed the layers and headed toward the sound of Camus' giggles.

The person headed up the stairs their blue curls lifting off the shoulders effortlessly.

The poor person was hit with pain beyond anything he ever felt. His life mate and student were together. Milo felt his heart shader into a million small pieces.

Camus looked at his life mate. 'Milo I...' He started trying to explain the predicament.

'If you didn't love me you should have just said so!!!!!' Milo yelled tears fell from his eyes. With his light speed powers he ran to Sanctuary. He ran to the only person he knew could help him. He ran ro the man sitting on the pedestal of the flower in the temple of Virgo.

Shaka looked up from the book he was reading. 'What is it you want?' He asked calmly. Which was extremely different from the hysterical Milo.

Milo told him the story of what he saw. That brought him to sobbing so hard he could barely catch his breath. Shaka did the one thing he hoped he never had to do to any one of the Saints. He put Milo under sedation. When Milo fell unconscious on the floor Shaka carried the poor Saint to his bed and waited for his fellow Saint to awaken.

This is probably the saddest thing I ever wrote.

Please review to make this sad girl happy again.