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Aurora Borealis

The little boy with long, aquamarine hair was standing with his book in his small hands, cornered in the dirty, collapsed building of the Sanctuary. The two muscular Saints were laughing evilly in the front of him, looking at their victim with rapacious faces. But there was no escape now, and the little boy had to face them. Oh, he knew that he wasn't able to do anything against them, they were too big and too strong, besides they had the Bronze Clothes. But also he knew somehow, that soon there should appear someone else who would help him. This feeling was inside his mind since the two muscular Saints started to chase him, and he was sure, that everything would have the happy end.

But now he was in the trap and no one show himself. These two Saints were closer with every minute, still laughing, laughing so awfully, that the little, aquamarine-haired boy had the chills over his whole body.

The closest man caught brutally his long hair, and lifted him to his eyes' level. The book fell to the dirty ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Let me go!" cried the little boy, clawing in the grip and trying to reach this man by his small fists and legs.

"Why should I? I like to play with boys like you, kid," answered the man with smile. He took a swing and hit strongly the little boy into his stomach, squeezing all the air from the small lungs of the victim. "Your turn," he added to his fellow.

The second man propelled himself and with all his strength he kicked the small body. The grip on the aquamarine hair loosened and the boy hit the wall, almost loosing his consciousness. His torturers laughed loudly, seeing the blood, coming from behind the pink, fragile lips.

"How do you feel, shrimp?" asked one of the aggressors. "Wanna another round?"

The little boy looked at them, trying to stop his tears, wondering when his saver would show up finally.

And then he saw him. The bright, blue eyes were looking at him dispassionately with many blue curls around his young face. The little boy knew that it was him who should help him right now, but the expression of the blue-haired boy was telling him, that no one would save him at that moment. He was alone.

The hot tears fell of, making the two wet paths on the little boy's cheeks. He was scared, completely alone in that place, not knowing anyone, and now being hurt by the two men in armors, with another boy, looking at him with emotionless eyes. He was aware the he would die here; the punches of these two men were really strong, causing him pain in his whole body, and he wasn't even able to protect himself from them…

And then he was standing inside the Temple of the Scorpio, looking at the man in the front of him, preparing his final attack. His Cloth of the Aquarius was dark and really heavy, without that proud glare of the Gold Armor, but it should be the way it was now, right? After all he allied with the King of the Underworld, and now he had to kill this man, lying on the floor, covered by red, fresh blood.

"Why…?" the man asked, looking at his enemy with his bright, blue eyes, not understanding why his friend wanted to kill him. "Tell me why, before I die, friend…"

But he didn't answer, rising his hand and opening his mouth just for saying "Bye, Milo…" and the ice exploded around the muscular body of his friend when…

He opened his dark eyes, in his small hut, feeling the pain and fear inside his soul.

"Milo!" he stopped himself from screaming his friend's name, but the slight moan, filled with the pain, escaped from his mouth. He took a look at the second half of this bed, when should be sleeping another man.

But the Scorpio wasn't there, the place was completely empty and cold, like no one was lying there.

"Milo?" Camus looked around, hoping, that his friend just got up for a moment and he is at least in this room, but only silence answered him. "Milo?!"

He jumped out from the bed, possessed by the inexplicable fear; the fear like he really killed Milo long time ago, as a pawn of Hades. But at the same time the door to his bedroom opened rapidly, making the dull noise, when it hit the wall. The Scorpio walked into inside the room, and closed the door behind him.

"What's wrong, Camus?" he asked, worried of his friend's expression. For the first time he saw such a fear on Camus' face.

The Aquarius sighed quietly, calming his heart and his mind, taking the rid of those stupid feelings that possessed him while ago. He sat on the bed, breathing deeply.

"I just wondered, where you are in the middle of the night, Milo," Camus lied, not looking at his friend.

"I just woke up, and couldn't sleep, so I took your book, and tried to read…" answered the Scorpio, shrugging his arms, and sitting on his side of the bed. "What's wrong? Why are you trembling?"

"I'm not."

Then he felt the move and next moment two muscular arms hugged him from behind. Blue haired head rested on his shoulder.

"You are trembling, Camus. What is wrong?" Milo asked, tightening his hug around Camus. "Tell me."

Camus sighed heavily, being not able to say something. Oh, he should tell Milo everything, like he promised few hours ago. He should open his mouth and let the words flew into the dark night. And then he should ask Milo for another tight hug and for words that Milo would be with him forever, so Camus shouldn't be afraid of that monster under the bed anymore…

Yes, he should.

"Nothing is wrong, Milo. I'm trembling, because it is cold tonight," he said, catching the wrist of the muscular arm around his body, intending to pull it away, but the moment their skin meet each other he gave up with it. He tightened his grip, feeling the nice warmth of Milo's body.

The Scorpio sighed almost unbearable. He sighed with unbelief, disappoint and discontent.

This sigh hurt Camus like nothing before. Oh, he was so selfish all the time, even if he promised Milo that he would talk with him like with friend. Even if he promised Milo that he would be more open for him, sharing his feelings in the situations like this one. Milo was his friend, after all, so Camus should do these things without thinking, but no, everything the Aquarius was doing for his friend was… just being.

He almost cried with the shame.

Then he felt like Milo pulled him gently on the bed, lying down with him still in his tight hug. The Scorpio caught the blanket and covered them with it.

"Go sleep, Camus. I will be here, when you wake up at morning."

The pain caught Camus' heart one more time. He really didn't deserve the friend like Milo…

"Milo…?" he whispered, hesitantly.

"What, Camus?"

But the Aquarius didn't answer, not sure, what he wanted to say in the first place. He moved his hand from friend's wrist to the long fingers, catching them gently. That move added him the courage. Milo was his friend, so he shouldn't be afraid of sharing his feelings!

"Camus?" Milo allowed the cold fingers to slip between his own.

"Sorry, I almost broke my promise…" murmured Camus. "I had…" he started, trying to force the words to get from his mouth. "I had a nightmare. We were the kids, and I just come to the Sanctuary. And there were some two Saint's that wanted to hurt me…"

"It sounds like our real past, remember?"

Camus nodded. How could he forget that day, when he met his first, and only one friend?

"And of course you were there too, but you didn't help me. You were just glaring at me with emotionless eyes. And then everything changed, I was still the pawn of Hades, and you were covered by blood and…"

"Stop."

Camus gulped, and did, what Milo said.

"I think I should apologize to you, Camus. You shouldn't force yourself to tell me about that nightmare just because I seemed to be disappointed by your never-ending taciturnity."

"I didn't force myself to do that. I just thought that you have to be really bored of giving me a lot from yourself, when I'm giving you literally nothing. I'm the worst friend ever. I almost broke my promise I gave you this evening, and I was about to push you away from me. Like always.

"Don't say that, Camus. I'm not bored. Maybe sometimes."

"I really wanted to say that to you… We are friends, right? So that is exactly what I should do. At least you are repeating it the whole time…"

"And do you feel better?" asked Milo.

Camus sighed and turned himself to face his friend.

"Yes and no. Yes, because I was able to tell you about it, and no, because I'm steel feeling the shadow of that nightmare in my mind. In some way, I'm still afraid, that you would disappear at any moment…"

Milo stroked gently his long, aquamarine hair.

"Remember, that I'm always by your side, Camus. Always."

The Aquarius Saint nodded hesitantly. Milo looked so innocently right now, and he seemed to be so happy, that his friend finally started to talk with him. But Camus felt like something wass missing, like Milo should do something at that moment to chase away the shadow of the nightmare form his mind, but he didn't know what it should be. Certainly, something stupid. Really stupid…

There was one stupid thing that Milo could do right now, but Camus wasn't sure if he could ask him for that. Even if in the first place it was the thing conceived by Milo's mind… And why he, the most logically thinking Saint of Athena found, that it should be done right now? It was irresponsible, inappropriate and really stupid!

The Scorpio saw that uncertainty of his friend that seemed to disturbing his cold and calm mind.

"What's wrong, Camus?" he asked, still stroking his aquamarine hair.

Camus sighed deeply, not sure what he should say. But if Milo saw his expression, and that uncertainty, then now Camus didn't have any way to escape…

"Milo…" he started. The words were flowing from his mouth really hardly.

"Yes?"

"Do you remember… that thing you did after your mission on the Andromeda Island?" Now his cheeks were red, but it seemed that Milo didn't notice it. "That 'stupid' thing, you did to feel better…?"

Milo blinked a few times surprised.

"Yes… I remember…"

At that time Camus thought that he shouldn't say that. Milo looked really surprised and in some way scared at the memories of that execution on the Andromeda Island. But the Aquarius couldn't withdraw right now, it was too late.

"Do that."

"What?" Milo's eyes widened.

"Kiss me, Milo. Kiss me like you were trying to do back then…" Camus said almost soundlessly, with his face all red from embarrassment.

The Scorpio gasped surprised, and didn't move any of his muscles, looking at his friend with incredible disbelief. He couldn't believe that his Camus said such a thing.

"…ugh… sorry, forget about that..." murmured Camus, slipping out from the Scorpio's embrace, intending to stand up, and escape as far as he was able.

He was sitting already on the edge of his bed, when he felt the warm, muscular fingers, tightening gently around his wrist. The Aquarius took a surprised look at his smiling and also sitting friend.

"Come here, Camus, my dear," Milo pulled his aquamarine-haired friend to him.

Led by the Scorpio's hand, Camus sat on the center of his bed, completely numb, didn't believe what was happening here.

Milo took his face in his warm hand and rubbed gently the red cheek of his friend. And then their lips met each other.

Camus moaned slightly, feeling the warm and so soft lips on his own, touching them gently in the dark night. He could see the sparkling eyes of Milo, who was still stroking his red cheek, like he didn't want to loose the contact between their skins. His fingers were so warm, and Camus couldn't hold himself, and caught Milo's hand, at the same time giving up to the pleasure of this kiss, closing his dark, blue eyes.

For Milo the moment when he touched Camus' lips was almost eternal and fragile as it could broke with even one, small move, just like the pure crystal. He wasn't too rush, he let that delicate kiss last a few minutes, touching, and sucking really gently Camus' lower lip, desiring to make this moment last as long as possible. He moved his hand from his friend's cheek to the aquamarine hair, starting to play with them, and after a while slipping finally the tip of his tongue, and licking gently the trembling lips of Camus. He felt the slight twitch of the Aquarius body, but after a few moments the aquamarine-haired Saint opened slowly his mouth, allowing the Milo's tongue to break inside. And then it was too much for the always brave and hot-headed Scorpio. He moaned, catching the long, aquamarine hair stronger, deepening their kiss, licking Camus' tongue almost brutally, and completely forgetting that for the Aquarius it was just the kiss of two friends, and it could end the same like many years ago, Camus could broke that kiss and escape, now probably hating him…

But Camus didn't withdraw, allowing Milo to kiss him deeply and strongly, like they were the lovers, and this kiss could happen just between the couple. But he didn't care; it was nice to feel Milo's tongue inside his mouth, his friend's hand in his hair and the warmth of Scorpio's body.

But there was still something missing. Camus could feel that everything was almost in the right place… But one thing was still missing…

Milo slipped out his tongue from the Camus' mouth, and with the quiet sigh he ended their greedy kiss. He heard his friend's trembling breath, but Camus still had his eyes closed, so the Scorpio couldn't tell what was hiding inside his mind. But he make the decision; if Camus with his cold and emotionless personality was able to ask him for a kiss, the he, Milo could tell his friend something, that was disturbing him for a long while.

With the sigh of defeat he hugged Camus, approaching his mouth to his friend's ear. Almost at the same time he felt like Camus was encircling his arms around him too.

"Camus… I want you to know something…" he started, holding him tightly, being afraid that Camus could escape before he would say everything he wanted. "I… I love you, Camus. Not as a friend."

Camus twitched, hearing these words.

"I will leave you here for a while, so you could decide if you want me to get out of your hut now or at the morning…"

He freed Camus from his tight hug, stood up and left the bedroom, with the owner of the hut, still sitting on the centre of his bed.

Camus opened his dark, blue eyes, grabbing the blanket in the uncontrollably spasm.

Love…?

Oh, yes, he heard this word in many different situations, but even if he was so smart and lettered, he still didn't know what it mean to love. Last time the word 'love' was dedicated to him; in France that girl, Claire said it to him. 'I love you, Camus'. And the only thing he did back then… he just left her, escaped like the kid from the dangerous monster.

But how he should feel right now? After hearing the same words form his friend, Milo?

He touched his lips slightly, still feeling the warmth and softness of Milo's skin. He still could feel the taste of Milo too, the taste of something sweet and fresh.

'You love him, right? You love that Milo,' asked Claire back then. And he answered with the most obvious words. 'Of course I do! He is my friend,' he said, really believing in these words.

But now he understood. He understood, that she wasn't asking about that kind of love.

And then everything was in the right place. So, it was that what was disturbing his mind for some time.

Love?

Shit, he got caught…

He jumped out from the bed and run to the living room looking around it quickly. But Milo wasn't on the couch in the front of the fireplace, and even wasn't sitting at the table. Camus didn't find him in any of others room of his hut either.

Unexplainably afraid of something he opened violently the door and looked outside.

He was there, standing a few meters away the hut, turned back to him, with his blue curls, now lighted by many colorful lights, around his head. He was looking at the sky, but Camus didn't pay attention of what it was there. He sighed with the relief.

Love…?

Hearing the slight steps on the snow behind him, Milo turned around his head and smiled warmly to his friend.

"Look, Camus. Aurora Borealis!" the Scorpio pointed at the dark, starry sky above them and back to watching it with the silence.

Indeed, it was the Aurora Borealis, shining in the many tones of green and blue, waving slightly at the northern sky of Siberia. It was the most beautiful Aurora that Camus saw in his whole life. But now he had no interest in such a weather phenomenon. He walked over his friend hesitantly, right now being not sure what to say to him and what to do.

So… Was it really love…?

He sighed quietly, and hugged Milo tightly from behind, laying his cheek on friend's shoulder and inhaling the scent of his blue curls mixed with the cold air of Siberia.

"How long?" he asked, hiding his face in the blue hair of his friend.

Milo grabbed Camus' hand gently, now looking at the white snow.

"I'm not sure. It's been a few years already…" murmured Milo with the pinched voice.

Camus tightened his hug.

"Oh, Milo, you wasted so much time… But I suppose it's because of me, right?"

"In some way… Yes. I was afraid, that you could end even our friendship. I knew that it was fragile even without such a confession."

The Aquarius chuckled lightly.

"I suppose a few years ago I would end our friendship because of that. You know how I was back then. What the bonds and emotions were and what they are for me…"

He silenced for a moment, taking a look at the pretty Aurora above them.

"For some time something was disturbing my mind, Milo. I'm glad, that you say me what you feel, because now everything is in the right place."

Milo turned his head a little bit, looking askance at the aquamarine hair.

"I'm not saying 'no', but I'm not saying 'yes' either, Milo. Give me some time; I have to get used about this situation. It is so complicated for me, and I don't even know if I'm able to be the lover for you when I failed to be even your friend."

Milo smiled warmly looking at the sky again.

"I will give it to you, even if I don't want to wait any longer, Camus. I'm dreaming about kissing you all the time, but I will wait for you."

"Thank you, Milo."

For a while there were observing the sky above them without any words.

"It is the most beautiful Aurora Borealis I ever saw," said Camus feeling the nice warmth of Milo's hand on his own.

"Really? It is my first Aurora I have the opportunity to see," answered Milo.

Camus chuckled quietly.

"We should get inside, you are shivering, Milo."

The aquamarine haired Saint pulled his friend to the hut. Milo obeyed him, being pleased of the Camus' hand on his own.

"I think I will go sleep now…" said Milo, yawning widely, and heading to his bedroom.

"Where are you going, Milo?"

"Huh? Sleep."

"But I believe you told me that in the room I gave you is too empty and cold for you."

"Camus, now it wouldn't be the best thing if I stay in you room. But don't worry; I will come if you would have another bad dream."

And smiling he closed the door of his room, leaving the Aquarius alone, surprised and confused a little.