A/N: Como siempre, dedicado a mi querida amiga Valdemar. Gracias por la dedicatoria en tu último fanfiction D
Oh! And, Niteskye, this is for you too. Thank you for even thinking of making a fic because of me .
Voice of Widsom:
"Hello, handsome... Do you want to know what I'm wearing...? I'm feeling naughty tonight..."-
The voice was gentle, utterly feminine and sensuous, with the characteristic greek accent that was abundant in Athens. I laughed inwardly.
"Hello, hello."- I greeted, finally.- "Actually, Miss.Portakolos, was counting on your help for something else, other than my sexual life."-
Silence. Sound of papers in the background. A relieved sigh.
"Oh. Oh! You must be that kid... Saga, right?"-
I rolled my eyes. Why kid?
"Indeed, Saga is my name"- I declared.
"Yes, yes. Milo talked to me about your issue."- she quickly said, and I heard her weight settling into a chair.- "So did Camus."
I chuckled.
"How do you know those two, anyway?"- I inquired, unable to help my curiosity.
The female laughed, this time.
"I am Camus' girlfriend, and Milo asked me to be his DJ at his wedding."- was her simple reply.- "Now, onto business..."
"Wait, Milo's getting hitched?"-
She sighed patiently.
"Indeed. To that girl, Shaina..."
Everything fell into place now.
"Oh, I see... Well, anyway... Miss. Portakolos..."-
More sounds of papers in the background.
"Your woman left you without explanation and now she's engaged to some rich guy. You think they've forced her."- a light click, and a long exhalation.-"...And now you're hoping to bring her back home... I do hope that you don't mind that I smoke."
Damn she's good.
"Were those your Delphos' Oracle powers speaking?"-
"No, I just told you that the others told me about your problem."-
"Right. So...?"-
"Well, seems that the woman's trying to contact you... For what I've been able to collect from my powers; your dreams might be as well be predictions, or fluctuations of a possible reality. I haven't been able to think much about it, but, do tell me, is there any thing in your dreams that you might consider irrelevant?"
I thought about it for a few moments.
"Well, in my dreams, she was..."
"Pregnant"- she finished for me.- "That is not irrelevant, it's a fact. But I meant geographical places. Music. Those things."-
"How do you know about the pregnancy?"-
"I'm a Goddamned Oracle, kid. Now, answer."-
This Camus certainly had the taste for women. I scowled.
"The Fujishima Mountain."- I answered, finally.-"And a large city. Then, there was this mantion bathed in moonlight..."-
"That's when you dreamt that your lady was killing herself."- she mused.- "Well, you're actually pretty dumb. Your woman's in Tokio, genious."-
"When have we lowered ourselves to insults, witch?"-
I heard her laugh.
"Anyway, kid."- she continued.- "Considering your economical instance and the cost of the trip you have to do... AND the time you have before the child is born, AND that you live in north Greece, when you have to head to Japan... I'd hang up right now and run to the nearest media of transportation available."-
I blinked. So, the child was mine. It was implied.
I coughed, nervously.
"How much I have left?"- I asked, dubitative.
Silence.
"Five months, to travel. Take Milo and his wife with you. You have to catch up trains, boats, and maybe rent a few cars, you'll need their economical help."-she paused, and sighed-"Which reminds me, that Apolo will do anythign to stop you. So should Zeus. You'll need protection-..."
I didn't let her continue; I simply tossed the phone at Kanon, who was staring at me, puzzled, and ran to make my bags, with the nearest cellphone available on, to call both Milo and Shaina.
I had to catch a boat to Turkey.