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Dreams come true
She couldn't believe her eyes. Everything that happened here, just a while ago, was just like an awful dream she had for the first time in her whole life. This day was a total nightmare, failure of her existence. She never felt so helpless, defeated and disappointed. She was angry and surprised, desperate and distressed… something she forgot how to feel long time ago.
The young man she chose to be her lover for the eternity, right now was kneeling on the golden sand, holding tightly the body of a young Saint of Athena, whispering desperately the name she tried to erase from the memory of her Milo. And just a while ago he was listening to her every order, making her wishes coming true. Just a few minutes ago he was ready to kill that little human and show Athena where her place supposed to be. But right now she had no power over his mind. She tried again and again to put him into the sleep; she tried to make him to kill that man into his arms. But nothing worked. Her power was nothing for him. Of course she felt her spells coming to his mind, however they were repelled every time. Like her cosmo was bouncing against some shield. Why? Why this happened? Why a while ago she could control this man, but now couldn't?
Milo was calling the name of the Saint so desperately; she could see the tears inside his bright eyes. His muscular arm was hugging tightly the body, when the second hand was gently stroking the pale face of unconsciousness Saint. Milo seemed to not care about the area around him. It seemed nothing had the matter for his right now. Nothing than his lover.
That man… That young man, who came here with Athena. How could he remember Milo? How could he break her spell? She was powerful, so why he was able to escape her power? She knew that Athena didn't help him with that, he proved his words and Goddess of Beauty believed him. But how in the world it could happen? Were there more humans like him? Remembering the taken men? No, it wasn't possible in any other way! He had to use some trick! Or maybe he wasn't a human at all? Maybe he was some kind of demigod? Or someone who had the love of Gods? He woke up her Milo so easily! He brought back Milo's senses so quickly! How? How he was able to do that?
"You can't control him anymore, Aphrodite," said Lady Athena, watching carefully and with worry her two Saints.
Aphrodite looked at her angrily and one more time she tried to make Milo her puppet again.
"This is called 'love', Aphrodite. Milo is so worried about Camus, he felt so guilty about bringing him to this state, that your voice can't reach him anymore."
The beautiful lady snorted under her nose, but with the every second of looking at Milo she wasn't certain anything she knew till now.
"How he did that? Your Saint? How he could break my power? Is he a demigod?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, no. He is just a human, Aphrodite. But human's love can do miracles. If you would live on earth as long as me, then you would be able to see this. So, I suppose I can take my Saints back with me, right?"
Aphrodite gasped her hands. This tone in Athena's voice was so cocky and spoiled! Like she won with her powers!
"So, you intend to bring every human that remembers someone I take away from him? If of course someone like that exists."
Lady Athena smiled to her slightly, almost warmly.
"Of course they exist. But I won't bring them here. I have my Saint back, there is nothing more I want," Athena answered, looking into the cold, almost furious eyes of Aphrodite. The Goddess of Beauty knew she lost this time against a 'mere human'.
Aphrodite laughed really long but a little awful.
"You are the same, Athena. You treat them as your puppets. You think about them as your own property. You came here not to help your Saints but to take your toy," Lady Aphrodite said quietly, opening the portal for them. She lost and she couldn't do anything about it. Milo had to go back to the Sanctuary forever. But of course she would find a way to get the revenge against Athena. No one could be so cocky towards her and survive.
"I just hope you understood that you can't force any love and if there is someone you could return, you will do that," Lady Athena smiled wider, walking over her two Saints and delicately touching Milo's shoulder. "Milo," she whispered softly. The Scorpio Saint looked at her almost unconsciously, still holding tightly Camus' body. "Milo, we can go home," she added.
Milo blinked a few times and nodded weakly, standing from the sand, and with Camus in his arms, he followed his Goddess.
"I hope all memories about my Milo will return to their owners…" Lady Athena whispered just before the portal closed in the front of furious and defeated Aphrodite.
Milo still couldn't understand what happened. He remembered very well the evening he fell asleep in Camus' bedroom, with his lover sleeping beside. And then he woke up here, in this strange place, with sand everywhere, trying to kill his Camus. How this could happen?
"Camus…" he whispered into the face of his beloved Saint, lying senseless in his arms. He still could see the moment when Camus just rushed towards him, all covered in fresh blood, all the time flowing out of the wounds made with Scarlet Needle. He still could see the moment when Camus smiled relieved and fell unconsciousness at the warm, golden sand, exhausted by the long and painful fight with him. "Camus, wake up darling…" he added almost crying from the guilty he felt, stroking gently the pale face of his lover. He could also feel something inside his head, trying to do something bad, but this had no matter for him. Whatever it was, it could stop as well, because nothing would able to distract him from the body of Camus. "Camus, my love, I'm sorry!"
Oh, he hoped he was stronger. If he wouldn't end up here, taken over by his own, other self, everything would be better. His beloved Aquarius would be unharmed, healthy and consciousness. Why he had to be so weak? Why?
The Scorpio quickly looked at the area around. He could see many strange statues at the sand, made with coral and looking almost like human's silhouettes. He also noticed remains of this sea's material on his own body. Was he one of there strange things? Why he felt so dizzy and almost sleepy?
And why his head hurt so much? It was like he drunk many bottles of the strongest wine without nullifying the effect of the alcohol. It was like a biggest hangover he ever had. Or like he was sick for a long time. He shouldn't feel like that. They were feelings unfamiliar with his body and mind.
His eyes stopped at two women, standing aside. One of them was certain his Goddess, Athena, but the second one he was seeing for the first time in his whole life.
Wait, no… He already saw her… He dreamed about her that night. The last night in the Aquarius Temple. Long, golden hairs, beautiful face, slim body. Yes, it had to be her. But why she was here? What did it mean?
He blinked a few times again and his eyes moved to his lover one more time. Camus was still unconsciousness, lying in his arms, breathing barely, with the blood, coming our form everywhere.
Blood. There was so much blood here. It was covering the whole body of Camus, his arms, legs and torso. Even the face. He had to do something with that, but he was so confused, so dizzy and sleepy. What he should do?
He had to stop it immediately. Right now, to not let Camus die from the blood loss. Stop this damn bleeding, taking away his beloved life. He had to hit the spot, that spot, he had to stop it like he did with Kanon's bleeding. But what if he would miss? He could feel like his hands were shaking slightly. If he would hit not the point he had to, then Camus would die almost instantly.
But if he would wait any longer, Camus would still die!
Ugh, how he could do that to his beloved French? How he could hurt him so much? There was no excuse for something like that. How could there be any excuse for bringing his lover to the brink of death? If he loved Camus as much as he thought, then nothing should be able to make him hurt the Aquarius. No one. No human, no Saint and no God. But if… If Camus was in that state because of him… Then what his love was…?
His hand moved slowly from the pale cheek of his lover, tainting his fingers with a fresh blood and soon he was pointing at the spot that could save his beloved one. There was no time for pitying himself, of being desperate. Firstly he had to take care of the bleeding, so later he would have the chance of apologizing for his weakness.
After taking a long breath to calm his mind, the Scorpio forced that awfully shaking hand to stop finally. He had to hit exactly the spot, if he didn't want his Camus to die instantly. So, when Greek was sure the hand wouldn't move at the wrong direction even about one millimeter, one of his fingers delved into the hot body quickly and for his state wonderfully strongly. Just exactly how and where he wanted. For a while he closed his eyes, just before withdrawing his hand, being afraid to look at the wounds. What if the bleeding didn't stop? What if he hit the wrong place after all? Even with such a careless? He wouldn't be able to handle the loss of Camus because of his stupidity and weakness. He knew he would accept the death right now if the further living meant the living without the Aquarius Saint. There was no meaning in his future, if he would have to be alone. He loved Camus too much, the French was the essence of his very existence. So Milo was really afraid of looking at the senseless body in his arms, at the wounds made by the Scarlet Needle.
It seemed to be almost eternity before he managed to open his bright eyes and look at the pale face with closed eyelids, blood on it and messed strands of aquamarine hairs. Then his sight moved at the wounds, examining one by one, really slowly, carefully.
It stopped. The bleeding stopped and the wounds were starting to be dry slowly. Camus' life was safe by now.
The sigh he let out of his mouth was a sight of relieve, happiness and tiredness.
"Camus, darling, I'm so sorry," Milo whispered, having the hope that these dark eyes would open right now and his beloved French would say something encouraging, or something cold like only he was able to do. "I have no excuse for that, but please, don't die, my love…"
Oh, it was so wonderful to be able to say that again. To say Camus' name without feeling pain. He had no idea why it happened every time he wanted to call his lover, and he didn't know who did that, but it was cruel and awful. It actually deserved for punishment, even if it was a God. Gods shouldn't mess with human's life, not in this way. Maybe their lives were short, even if they were weak, comparing to the God's powers, but life was a life. No one should threaten it so easily. Gods should take care of them, not to play in such a cruel way, like they meant literally nothing.
Now, when his beloved would be able survive, he could look at the situation one more time and try to understand it finally.
Milo really couldn't recognize the place they were right now. The sand had angelic color of the gold, surely impossible to be on the Earth. The strange statues of sea coral were glittering almost invisible; they were also emitting some kind of energy he never met before. He really had bad feeling about these statues, standing everywhere. It couldn't be any place on the Earth, it had to be another land of Gods, just like Elysium or Olympus. Even the palace, rising majestically from the mist of the ocean seemed to be almost celestial, from fairy tale.
And this beautiful woman that looked like a Queen of Fairies, talking with Athena at the side. Who was she? Why he dreamed about her? Was she a Goddess like Lady Athena? If she was, then why she brought him here? Everything was so strange. This whole fight with Camus, Lady Athena being here as well. For some reason the other woman seemed to be really angry and disappointed. Time to time she was looking at him yearningly and with sadness. And fury. He couldn't hear what these two Goddess were talking about, but for Milo it was somehow certain the main topic was him and Camus.
It took a really long while for his dizzy mind to understand that he knew the cosmo of this bewildering woman. He met already that cosmo. In Brazil, investigating this strange case for the Pope.
A lonely woman, as only one remembering the existence of her husband. Strange missing of this man, without any trace.
Could it be… that the same happened to him? That this woman took him away and erased all memories of him? And why Camus was here? And Lady Athena? Did they remembered him just like that lonely woman in Brazil, Angela remembered her husband?
He looked at Camus. The Aquarius definitely remembered him. Milo could remember through the layer of the clouds in his mind the words about the Aurora Borealis. And after all Camus recalled their promise. That they would never betray each other.
The Scorpio's heart gasped from the touch. The Aquarius Saint, always trying to be cold and emotionless, never letting the feelings control his actions had so deep bond with him, that even the power of the God couldn't force him to forget Milo.
He felt so happy about that. Finally it seemed this eternal ice broke to the point where Camus wasn't emotionless. Finally his beloved French accepted fully their bond, their strong relationship, their love. Milo never even dreamed about something like that. He rather expected to fight with this ice for the rest of their lives. It was like a miracle, looking at the ice melting on his own hands.
Milo smiled happily and pressed his forehead against Camus' one. How wonderful! Maybe someday this ice would disappear completely! It didn't have to be for all of them. Milo was selfish enough to hope it only for himself. He hoped that someday Camus would always show him his emotions, that he would be warm and passionate. It was his dream, his desire to see that happening. Camus' ice melting away…
"Oh, Camus, my love…" he whispered into the aquamarine hairs, stroking them gently.
But for now the French's safety was the most important. Right now he had to take away his beloved one from here and treat the wounds of Scarlet Needle.
And just before he raised his head to search for the way of escaping from this place, he heard the voice of Lady Athena:
"Milo, we can go home."
He gulped and stood up instantly, holding tightly the body of Camus. After a quick look at the gorgeous woman, he followed his Goddess to the world of the humans.
Aries Mu sighed deeply, looking at so many Clothes he had to repair. These days young Saints had no respect for their armors and it was making him really sad. All of them were wracked, damaged, some of them needed even the blood to regain its life.
He was already tired by this. Years ago he accepted to live here, in the Sanctuary and alongside with his Master repairing the Cloths. But the fact how lightly these wonderful creations were treated by the young generation of Saints was making him deeply sad.
With another sigh he looked at the Scorpio Temple, visible clearly from the place near his own Temple, where Mu tried to do his work in silence and peace. The building of the Eight Constellation was spreading the aura of loneliness. Just like always. Just like for many, many decades already. Would be there any warrior worth of being called the Scorpio Saint again?
His eyes moved at the sky, where the clouds were time to time covering the bright sun, giving him some shadow. He wished he would be now in Jamir, living his own life as he wanted…
Before returning to his work he looked at the Scorpio Temple and smiled warmly. Maybe after he finish it would be great to visit Milo…?
