does update dance woohoo new chappie! Thanks again Hoshimare and Kybele! As for the gold saints, Hoshimare, I am slowly working my way through the uncut DVD's and as of now, I haven't gotten to the gold saints yet. I did see quite a lot of the dub, but I do not trust the dub, as they made the blood blue. I mean, honestly. Blue blood. Will the wonders never cease? But, yeah, I tend to stay away from writing about characters that I haven't seen, as I don't feel as though I know them well enough. And Kybele, as for Mina and Hyoga...I am thinking about it. I don't even know how much romance that I'll be putting in this. Ick...I hate dealing with pairings. I am leaning towards just hinting that Mina and Hyoga like each other, but nothing really big. It's just the fact that they look so alike that keeps me from pairing them together, as that sort of thing just bothers me. I don't know why. But I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reviewing! And once again, I sadly do not own St. Seiya or Sailor Moon.
It was the night sky. He automatically felt calmed as he gazed at the stars, the constellation of Pegasus winking back at him. His eyes roamed over the rest of the stars...the rest of his friends. And spread between them were the bright pinpoints that were the planets. He wondered briefly at the luminosity of the planets, at how brilliant they appeared besides the stars. The saint smiled...he could remain beneath that sky for ages, never moving...
"The planets appear bright because their avatars burn with the power of the galaxy." A woman's voice swam around him, the beauty surpassing any voice he had ever heard before. It was calm and melodious and it filled his mind with resonating tones.
But, the serenity that had filled him upon hearing that voice was gone. In fact, everything was gone...the light was dimmed, and in the semi-darkness, everything around him appeared wasted and wretched. He turned his face to the sky, and flowing amongst the darkened stars was a long, black shape.
It turned to him, as if it had spotted him, and he saw two horrible yellow eyes glowing at him, and he felt the malice and hate that this creature undoubtedly possessed wash through his own body. His heart hardened as he felt anger burning his heart, and he suddenly felt the desire to destroy everything and anything in his path.
"You know my heart," the creature hissed, flowing down to him. "Now, give me your soul." The mouth opened and when it did, so did a great vortex. He screamed, and screamed, feeling his soul, his heart being sucked from his chest.
It was over...he floated in a sea of nothingness...he was nothing...nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing...
"Nothing! Nothing and nothing and nothing nothing...dear God, I am nothing!" Seiya writhed beneath his covers, and Hyoga felt a very real fear worm its way through his heart.
"What is doing this to him?" he demanded, wrestling one arm down to the mattress. Ikki pushed down on Seiya's shoulders with all of his strength and shot Hyoga a look.
"Whatever the hell it is, it had better stop soon!" he grunted. Shiryu and Shun had thrown themselves on Seiya's legs, and Hyoga was trying to shout Seiya awake. It wasn't working.
"God...God, I am NOTHING! Nothing...help me, help me, save me!" The saint wailed, twisting in the grip of his friend's.
"Hyoga, get his other arm!" Shriyu cried suddenly. Both Ikki and Hyoga looked to see that Seiya's other hand had been clawing at his chest so much that he had actually gauged four rents in the sweating flesh that were bleeding quite a lot. Hyoga opted for another approach.
Letting go of the Pegasus saint, he drew back his hand, and laid a powerful slap on Seiya's face. The sleeping man stopped moving instantly, and the hand with bloodstained nails crept to his face, and his eyes opened to gaze balefully at the swan saint.
"Jesus Hyoga, you could've gone with the bucket of ice water," he grumbled, trying to sit up. That was when he noticed that his other friends were holding him down rather forcefully. "Oy! What the hell are you guys on? Lemme go, lemme go right now!" The others leapt away as Seiya sat up, and looked at them the same way a person might look at someone who juts declared the sky to be falling.
"What was that all about?!" He demanded, hand still on his cheek. Ikki looked at him incredulously.
"You mean...you don't remember?" Seiya frowned at him.
"Remember what?" he snapped. Then, it looked as though something had dawned on him. "Oh no...I didn't get goaded into another drinking contest...did I?" The others exchanged looks.
"I did! I can't believe it!" He moaned, burying his face in his hands. "From now on, Ikki, you stay away from me when you wanna drink." Hyoga frowned deeply.
"How could he forget? He was acting as though he was being tortured." Shiryu nodded in agreement.
"Something that caused a reaction of that magnitude could not be pushed aside for any reason. By all rights, Seiya should be in a shock right now, at least." Ikki shrugged, and cast another speculative look at Seiya.
"Whatever the case, I'm surprised he's not huddled in some corner, weeping." Seiya leaped out of his bed, approached Hyoga, and jabbed a finger into the blonde's chest.
"I want to know what you are talking about, right now...or I may have to hurt someone," Seiya said in a dangerously low voice. Shun peeked over Hyoga's shoulder, and cocked his head so that some of his hair fell over one eye.
"Well...we heard you screaming and making a racket, Seiya, so we came to check on you. You were lying in bed and tossing a lot..."
"Do you not remember anything, Seiya?" The dragon saint inquired. "Look at you chest." Seiya looked down, and his eyes widened when he saw the long scratches that he had endowed upon himself. Picking aside the blood drenched cloth that was his tee shirt, he looked up and glared at the others.
"How the hell did this happen?!" Ikki snatched the saint's wrist, and showed Seiya his bloodstained fingernails.
"You did, idiot. You were clawing at yourself, and moaning on about being nothing." Seiya studied his hand for a moment, before looking up hesitantly at his friends.
"Did I....did I really do this?" He asked weakly, as though he were hoping that they would all laugh, and claim that it was all a big joke. No such luck. "How is it that I had such a bad dream...that I can't remember any of it?" he asked, sitting on the bed, and putting his forehead in his hand. Shiryu sighed heavily, and looked troubled.
"Seiya, if there is a power that can inflict such an impression on you, and then wipe it completely from your memory, what else can they do to you?" The saints fell into silence, wondering at the magnitude of what Shiryu was suggesting.