Note: I have to apologize, yes i'm still continuing this story. It just had too much fun with the cooking time.
Warning: grammar
Disclaimer: normal disclaimer attached
Our Memories
Part Four
After several minutes, they finally landed on the sandy area, Milo had jumped down and motioned the other to follow suit. He dragged the boat up away from the water line so the boat wouldn't just float away.
"Ok what are we going to do here?" Camus asked in curiosity, he didn't see anything at all. It was a secluded sandy beach, as far as he saw. The sandy area was also surrounded by high cliff. There was rocky bed but nothing else. Blue sky could be seen and sun shone brightly onto the place but the high cliff still provided some shadow.
"Patient, mate, let me grab magic powder first."
"Magic?" Aiolia asked, he widen his eyes in amazed
"Powder?" This time Mu also looked at the older boy in wonder.
"Yup." Milo chuckled then began to ransack the bag and out with small condiment bottle. Inside was the dubbed 'magic powder'. "Let's go. We are searching for small holes on the ground."
"You mean like this one?" Alderbaran said, he indeed found a small hole on the ground. The hole was not big, only around 4-5 mm. The blue hair boy walked and crouched down.
"Yup, like that, now watch." Milo opened the opening and poured white powder on it. Seconds passed by, when there were movement on below the ground. White milky muscle peeped up slowly but burrowed once again. The kid poured another powder into it. This time, the thing under it moved up with its shell, Milo moved his hand and grabbed the shell gently with his fingers. Then he pulled it up.
"Woah!" Aiolia and Alderbaran shouted in amazement. Mu blinked, he glanced at the older boy with new found respect. Shaka tilted his head slightly, he never see something like that. Camus was silent but curiosity got the better of him, he processed to raise his hand, stopping near the thing and then poked it slightly. The action could only make the Scorpio saint grinned and chuckled.
"What is that?" Camus finally asked.
"Razor clam."
"We can eat that, right?" The biggest boy from the group took the clam from Milo's hand.
"Yup, we can."
"What's inside the bottle?" The blonde was eyeing the bottle once again. Camus also seemed to be quite curious about it.
"I said it, right? Magic powder." Milo once again let out a smirk.
"Seriously!" Other might fall for it, but Camus was staring at him blankly while Shaka also raised his eyebrow in disbelief. The scorpion lover laughed, he took Camus left hand, letting the powder out into his palm. He also had done the same with Shaka. Both boys looked at it, inspecting.
"Well, if you want to know, try licking it."
"What?!" Shaka is not that stupid…
"This is not something bad, is it?" The ice master also didn't want to do just that. Milo does love to prank though the prank usually harmless. The needle user grinned even wilder. Oh, he knew Camus so well… if it was something that perked his curiosity; he would usually listen no matter how bad it was. Both Shaka and Camus looked at each other and raised their other hand, bailed it into a fist then.
"Stone – paper – scissor!" While it was childish, both didn't want to just lick as what Milo said. The other four either grinned or laughed. After 10 times of rematch games without winner, Shaka growled and Camus glared.
"Geez, you two. Just do it at the same time, I promised it is not poison." The boy said, meanwhile he had pulled another clam from the hole that Aiolia found. By now Mu had teleported a small bucket out of the house which Milo forgot to bring and Alderbaran had put the clams into the bucket. The ice master and the Buddha boy as dubbed by Deathmask gave him double glares, most people might shrink in size but well this is Milo… "Ei! Fine!" The blue hair moved a small amount of white powder to his hand then licked. No reaction at all from Milo except raising his eye brown as if challenging the duo to do the same, ending the stalemate. Both boys looked at each other on silent agreement before they finally take one lick on the substances. The blonde quickly spurted it out while Camus twitched one of his eyes.
"So what it was?" Aiolia asked in curiosity, Mu and Alderbaran were also waiting.
"Salt…" Camus murmured under his breath.
"Yup, this is salt."
"Ooo…" Alderbaran and Aiolia were quite disappointed after knowing what the magic powder was. This however picked Mu's interest.
"Why salt?"
"Eh?" Milo blinked lightly as he poured another salt into the hole that he found.
"Why using salt?"
"Eh, cause my dad use it?" He said uncertainly, the clam underneath moved up slowly. Aiolia quickly took the shell but it was too quick, the clam had escaped from its shell and was back into the sand.
"We should ask him." Camus said beaming slightly. Anything to gain more knowledge.
"OI! Oh, No you don't!" A war cry followed, the Leo saint quickly scoped sand as fast as he could with his bare hands. Sand was thrown everywhere; one naked clam had flown to the air. "Where is it?!" Aiolia searched around, the naked clam had burrowed quickly back to the ground.
"Aiolia!"
"Ops!" The boys were all covered with wet sands, glaring. The Leo saints grinned sheepishly, he attempted to run but it was too late that he been tackle to the ground by both Alderbaran and Milo. One bottle of salt was thrown and Shaka automatically caught it since it was within his reach. Mu quickly joined the pile; he would take his revenge now! Minutes later, they were chuckling loudly. The poor kid's body was burrowed with sands. Only his head peeking out, the sands were being shaped. By now, even Shaka and Camus joined in with the sculpturing. It looked like lion body with Aiolia's head. Though in good spirit, the Leo saint actually roared playfully.
They hunted clams for hours, stopping once in a while to snack on sandwiches which Milo brought in his backpack or swimming on the calm water. Milo even walked toward the more rocky side, hunting other things. He managed to catch two crabs and octopus too. It was quite late in the afternoon when they decided to go back toward the cave with boat and toward the house. Alderbaran was helping with carrying the boat since they would likely to use it back; Milo didn't brother to pack it back. Leaving the said boat near the door, they were about to enter the house but was stopped when they heard voice.
"Boys?"
"Dad! You back." The blue hair boy grinned; he noted his dad had a bag full of something and red fishes. The man nodded, he moved his bag and fishes onto the ground, near the stump of tree that he sat yesterday. His boy walked with a small bucket toward him. "Look, dad! Razor clams; we caught crabs and octopus too."
"Nice going, kids." He moved his hand onto his boy head, patting affectionately. His hand felt sands on the kid wet hair. "Go and wash off the sand at the back." He said taking the bucket.
"Aye!" Milo quickly ran to the back of the house, taking his comrades with him. He smiled, putting the small bucket near his own sea harvests. The kids had been out for quite some time, he would be making dinner for them soon. But before that, he was walking to his house and back with the camera, taking another photo. This time photos of the kids, playing with the water hose, even the quieter Shaka and Camus could be seen shrieking and laughing.
Then it was night; the boys had been tugged quite early. For once, his boy was not protesting at all. He was a little exhausted too. Usually after the fishing trip/market fish selling, he was fast asleep immediately since Milo usually could handle himself just fine around the house. Today though he had to make sure the kids were all fine. Looking at the result, his child had this ability to be a good host. He was proud of that, he finally walked to the long sofa that he had, too lazy to go to his room. He lay down his body onto it. His eyes closed but a little pitter patter sound caught his attention. He found out it was his kid, walking toward him.
"Do you need something?" He asked, waking up slowly. The boy walked toward him and stopped near the sofa. The kid nodded but silent issued for some time. He was confused; 'Does the boy do something naughty again?' had crossed his mind.
"…" His son's face flushes slightly, the boy seemed hesitated but quietly spoke. "Can I sleep with you, Dad?" He blinked. His son rarely asked something like this.
"… yes." He smiled. He moved his hands and embraced the boy, moving the little body up. The boy settled in and murmured.
"Dad, Pope said that after this, we all will be send all over the world."
"Oh…" 'I see… that's why…' He thought, sadly that's mean he might had no change to see him again in later years. Or worse, if his kid was killed in the mission… he shook his head. His hands unconsciously embraced the kid a little tighter. He was powerless against this. His son's a gold saint; it was his destiny but as parent, his heart only wished he could replace Milo's position. He heard most of the gold saints were orphanage. Rumors even said they were born in some bizarre way. One of them said to be born from lotus and some were dropped from the sky inside Athens. So why Milo was born normally was beyond him.
"Dad?" He blinked, a trail of thought had stopped and he found his son looked at him. A trail of worry on his eyes… He smiled once again and pat his son's back. He stood and made his way to his bedroom, carrying Milo on his embrace. There nothing he could do to change Milo's destiny but he could at least provide a little comfort, a safe feeling and love as a parent…
Saint
Seiya
Morning after…
Camus was up early today and he found only Aiolia beside him. He quickly sat up and looked around the room. Everyone was here, except Milo. He focused his cosmo trying to locate where his friend had gone. Finding a steady familiar cosmo out of this room, he quietly moved down and opened the door. He reached one door, his friend had told him before. The room belonged to his father, he hesitatedly knocked on it. There was no answer but he felt someone inside moved and second later, the door was opened.
"Oh, Camus?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are looking for Milo, yes?" Camus nodded. The man smiled lightly and opened the door fully, letting the child to come. The blue hair man tilted his head toward the bed where his kid was still fast asleep on the bed. The Aquarius saint didn't walk in but let out a sigh of relief. The man yawned lightly, hand reached for the boy's hair. Camus stiffened a little but when he felt a pat, the boy relaxed. He walked out from the room toward the bathroom which Camus decided to followed suit.
He was brushing his teeth while watching him intently. The man reached for some kind of can. From the can, out was white fluffy foam like thing.
"What is that?" Camus asked, looking at it with interest. There was a pause. It had occurred to him, the kids except his own might never had seen someone shave before.
"This is foam for shaving." He said showing the foam on his hand and let Camus to touch it
"Shaving?"
"Man usually grows beard or mustache, right?"
"Huh?" A blink. "You can?" A chuckle came from the man as he moved down.
"Here, touch my chin." There was another hesitation on the child eyes, but Camus curiosity got the better of him. He stretched his hand; his fingers touch the skin and found out in wonder. There were indeed short hairs on the chin and it quite rough and sharp.
"So, I can grow that too?" Another chuckle followed.
"You can once you mature, I guess."
"You guess?!"
"Eh… well, some people can grow but some can't."
"Why?"
"Genetic."
"What is genetic?" Oh, geez! He never thought Camus is this talkative… wait… curious is more like it…
"Uh… let me explain about genetic when you are older…" There were calculating pause from the boy, as young as his mind could process but he nodded lightly much to the man relief. He moved the foam on his hand toward his chin and below the nose, taking a shaving tool from its place. He flipped the head downward and smoothly glided the blades on his chin first.
Camus observed in wonder, just like when his own kid first found out he was doing this shaving ritual. The boy was five that time… Milo even copied him, spraying foam all over the place at first before reaching for that sharp razor. Luckily the man was able to provided a mock up. He moved and tended the moustache area. After that a splash of warm water and running the shaver under the water to get rid the remaining hairs. Camus was still looking.
"Do you want to try it?"
"I can?" He asked, a little excited to do new thing.
"You can er… pretend."
"Oh." Camus was torn between wanting to do that or embarrassed. The man sensed it quite easily as he chuckled and crotched down to his level.
"Let this be a secret between you and me, how's that?" The boy blushed lightly, but he was nodding. Hands grabbed onto his side, Camus unconsciously yelped in surprise but quickly closed his mouth with both hands. The man held him on his side like what he had done many times with his son. Camus though felt a little awkward. Stool was put near the sink before the boy was placed onto it. "There, you can see more clearly, right?" A nod. A can was offered which the Aquarius saint took and spray it out a little, but the foam was more watery.
"Shake it first."
"Oh." He shook the can for a while; the watery version was dumped onto the sink. Once again, he sprayed. This time the foam was richer. The man took the can back and motioned him to move the foam into both hands and applied it gently. He also took out a used no blade mock up that he had used for his son years ago, he just didn't had heart to throw it away.
"It smells weird." Chuckle escaped from the blue hair man lips. He unconsciously reached for the kid's hair, rubbing affectionately. Camus didn't seem to mind by now.
"You will get use to it when you older, kid."
"Un…" The boy was looking at his reflection, he giggled. He looked like the old Dohko Sensei. The man grinned; he moved the mock up shaving tool and taught the boy how to shave. Well, pretend or not, it was a lesson. Camus awkwardly followed the direction but after on smooth glide on his chin, he stopped. Little mind was working, when he looked at the adult and asked "Isn't it dangerous to have knife on your face like this?" The man blinked and chuckle once again. He took the razor from its stand and let the boy a closer look.
"Look, here are the blades. This one is a safety rubber. But of course, it can still hurt you when you move it horizontally."
"Horizontally?" Camus asked; a new word that he didn't know.
"Left to right or right to left." He motioned it with his finger too.
"Oh! That's why you moved it up and down?"
"Yes, you still need to be careful, too." A nod. He pretended to shave game again with concentration and precision. The man beside him smiled, his boy bored quickly with it and moving impatiently up and down with the mock up. This one though was serious about it. Such a different personality…
"After this… washing?"
"Yes. Warm water will be better." He let out a laugh, moving his hand and wiped foam on his little nose. He took the mock up razor back and put it into the drawer. "Go wash your face and dry it with this towel. And wake up the other. I'll prepare the breakfast." The man grinned. Camus nodded once again; the dad's grin reminded him of Milo so much. He was about to walk out when the child called back.
"Sir?"
"Yes, Camus?"
"Secret?" He asked. His eyes were looking at him intently while putting his little forefinger onto his lips. The gesture that was so cute that the man had to swallow an "aww" that threatened to leak out. The blue hair man cleared his throat and looked at the boy seriously before gesturing with his hand. Zipping his mouth. The boy let out a small laugh, eyes beaming with respect.
To be continued…
