Yeeeaaah… so. Here's another chapter of Infinite Possibilities.

Apparently being stuck at home is good for my inspiration. Just... not the inspiration I'd like it to be good for.

Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya or any of the included characters. They all belong to Masami Kurumada.


"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" A voice demanded. Aiolia turned towards the voice and blinked at the sight that greeted him.

A boy, not much older than ten, stood behind him. He was dressed in a Cloth, and his posture was defensive, almost hostile.

Aiolia frowned. Last he'd checked, that being about an hour ago, the Cerberus Saint was a fully grown man well into his forties.

"Well?" Came the impatient demand.

Aiolia sighed. "My name is Aiolia. I was sent here by Sanctuary because Cerberus Daniel failed to report in a week ago. Who are you?"

"Sanctuary?" The boy hissed, ignoring Aiolia's question. "I've been trying to contact Sanctuary for months and they only start to care when some old bastard doesn't report in?"

"What do you mean, you've been trying to contact us for months?" Aiolia asked. "And what is your name?"

The boy snarled. "My name is Cerberus Dante. And I've been writing messages in my- in that bastard's reports trying to get help every week for three months."

The Leo Saint stared. Now that he took a moment to look closely, he could see that the boy was indeed wearing the Cerberus Cloth. It had changed form slightly, by the looks of it, as Cloths were wont to do when they changed owners, but the spiked ball-and-chain, one of the few weapons allowed to the Saints of Athena, was a dead giveaway.

"I can tell you're not lying. Why do you think you need help? What is going on here? And what happened to your master?"

"My master is dead. I killed him." Dante spat. "He deserved it after everything he's done to us."

"Us?" Aiolia queried.

Dante was silent for a long moment, eyeing Aiolia thoughtfully. Finally, he spoke.

"If I show you, do you promise not to hurt us?"

His question caught Aiolia off-guard. He looked serious enough. Why could the boy possibly be so dead-set on Aiolia promising not to hurt him. And what did he mean by 'us'? Not that it mattered. Aiolia had been instructed to do whatever was necessary to get answers, and he would have to take this new Cerberus Saint out if he proved to be a threat. Slowly, the Gold Saint nodded. "I promise."

Dante nodded in response. "Good. Follow me." He turned and walked away, the tense line of his shoulders suggesting that he expected Aiolia to attack him at any time. Smart boy.

Aiolia followed Dante along the path he had been following before, but before they reached the area that Aiolia had been told was used as the Sicily training ground, they turned off the main path onto a smaller one that the Leo Saint would have missed if Dante hadn't lead him down it.

"Is this...?" Aiolia started to ask, and trailed off, unsure where he was going with the question.

"This is the way to the camp." Dante told him, not looking back.

They walked in silence for several more minutes, then stepped between a pair of large outcroppings of rock. Past that, Aiolia saw what he could only assume was the camp.

It wasn't much of a camp really. It was a clearing in between outcroppings of rock, bare of anything bigger than a small bump in the ground. Something that could pass for a well was visible to Aiolia's left, and two buildings were situated on the other side of the clearing.

Dante headed for the smaller of the two buildings, which was little more than a shack if Aiolia was being honest. Which he was.

"This is our home." Dante told Aiolia. "You need to be quiet. She's kind of jumpy around people."

"Who is she?" Aiolia asked, growing exasperated with the young Saint's refusal to give anything away.

Dante ignored him, opening the door to the shack and stepping inside. He turned back and beckoned Aiolia to join him. The Leo Saint stepped inside the shack and took a quick look around.

There was about as much as he'd expected. A one room building with a small shelf in one corner, and two small beds, if they could be called that. They were more like piles of blankets. The one closer to the door was empty, but the one in the far corner was occupied.

A child? Aiolia wondered. The figure in the bed was too small to be anything else, although the only thing Aiolia could see of them was a mop of green hair.

"Seph?" Dante called quietly. The little bundle of blankets in the far bed shifted, but otherwise didn't respond.

Dante darted over to the bed, kneeling down and reaching out for the figure in the bed.

"Seph?" He called again. "Are you awake?"

Still no answer.

Aiolia hesitantly stepped over to the bed next to Dante and reached out. Ignoring the boy's quiet growl, he pulled the blanket back.

What he saw made him freeze. A small child of indeterminate gender, with bright green hair, lay in the bed, their face twisted in discomfort. If what Dante had said was anything to go by, the child was a girl.

"Is this the 'us' you were talking about?" Aiolia asked. At Dante's nod, he grimaced. "How did she get here?"

"Cerberus Daniel brought her back after a trip a year ago." Dante explained. "I don't know where she came from. He said she was the backup plan. In case I didn't qualify for the Cerberus Cloth. Guess that was his mistake."

The words "a year ago" struck Aiolia, a memory from about that far back striking him. Words echoed in his head, things said at a Gold Saint meeting when a certain situation was brought to the attention of Pope Shion.

"Missing from Andromeda Island."

"Green hair."

"Just a child."

"Has she told you her name?" Aiolia queried.

"She doesn't speak." Dante shook his head. "At least, she hasn't said a word since she got here. I just call her Seph."

Aiolia didn't bother asking where the name had come from. There was a more important thought bothering him.

"I think her name is Shun."


What do you think? I guess it cuts off at a weird spot, but don't all of these stories do that?

See you soon! (Hopefully with a new chapter of Justice).