Chapter 6
"Oh, Saty, are you sure you won't stay a bit longer?" Viya asked as Saturos lifted a still slumbering Karst into his arms the next morning.
"I'm afraid I can no longer impose upon you." He walked to the door and Pica opened it for him with a warm smile. "I thank you for all of your gratitude."
He walked out of the house and made his way through the snow-covered street. All along the sides of the streets, he could hear people whispering to each other, gossiping about his long absence. "Everyone said he was dead." "Felix said he fell into the lighthouse." "Maybe a god saved him." "Maybe Felix lied." "Maybe Saturos never went to the lighthouse but just told everyone he did." "Maybe that isn't Saturos at all." "Yeah, after all, where's Menardi? She never left his side. Those two were a team, friends forever. But...isn't that her sister he's carrying?" "Yeah, what happened to her? She looks awful."
Someone came up beside Saturos, walking along next to him. "Saturos," the rat-faced boy whispered. "Where've you been, buddy?"
Saturos recognized the voice and looked at the Proxian boy with contempt. "It's none of your business Keiba. And I'm not your buddy, now get lost."
Keiba grinned, leaning closer. "The whole town is saying you killed Menardi yourself. They say all you wanted to do was bang her and then have all the powers of the Golden Sun to yourself."
Saturos stopped walking, his cloak swaying back and forth. His hands began to clench tightly around Karst's shoulder and thigh. It took nearly every iota of concentration to keep himself calm and under control.
"But I see Menardi wasn't enough for you." Keiba continued, dropping his voice so low Saturos could barely hear him. "Now I see you're going after her sister, too."
Saturos' calm yet cold expression was slowly changing into an angry snarl and Keiba's grin grew wider.
"So tell me, when exactly did ya bed the little slut? We all know you did. What is before or after you killed her? Was she willing, or did she put up a fight for ya?"
Being pushed over the edge, Saturos wheeled around, his fist making full contact with the side of Keiba's head, sending him flying backwards into the snow.
Keiba looked up at Saturos, a look of pure terrified amazement on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Saturos glared down at Keiba, his voice dripping with malice and hatred. "How dare you speak of Menardi that way you worthless piece of trash! I swear, if I ever hear you utter a word about Menardi or even so much as look at Karst, I'll rip your head off."
Then, Saturos turned and walked off, ignoring the people gaping at him as he passed.
"Oh, Saty, are you sure you won't stay a bit longer?" Viya asked as Saturos lifted a still slumbering Karst into his arms the next morning.
"I'm afraid I can no longer impose upon you." He walked to the door and Pica opened it for him with a warm smile. "I thank you for all of your gratitude."
He walked out of the house and made his way through the snow-covered street. All along the sides of the streets, he could hear people whispering to each other, gossiping about his long absence. "Everyone said he was dead." "Felix said he fell into the lighthouse." "Maybe a god saved him." "Maybe Felix lied." "Maybe Saturos never went to the lighthouse but just told everyone he did." "Maybe that isn't Saturos at all." "Yeah, after all, where's Menardi? She never left his side. Those two were a team, friends forever. But...isn't that her sister he's carrying?" "Yeah, what happened to her? She looks awful."
Someone came up beside Saturos, walking along next to him. "Saturos," the rat-faced boy whispered. "Where've you been, buddy?"
Saturos recognized the voice and looked at the Proxian boy with contempt. "It's none of your business Keiba. And I'm not your buddy, now get lost."
Keiba grinned, leaning closer. "The whole town is saying you killed Menardi yourself. They say all you wanted to do was bang her and then have all the powers of the Golden Sun to yourself."
Saturos stopped walking, his cloak swaying back and forth. His hands began to clench tightly around Karst's shoulder and thigh. It took nearly every iota of concentration to keep himself calm and under control.
"But I see Menardi wasn't enough for you." Keiba continued, dropping his voice so low Saturos could barely hear him. "Now I see you're going after her sister, too."
Saturos' calm yet cold expression was slowly changing into an angry snarl and Keiba's grin grew wider.
"So tell me, when exactly did ya bed the little slut? We all know you did. What is before or after you killed her? Was she willing, or did she put up a fight for ya?"
Being pushed over the edge, Saturos wheeled around, his fist making full contact with the side of Keiba's head, sending him flying backwards into the snow.
Keiba looked up at Saturos, a look of pure terrified amazement on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Saturos glared down at Keiba, his voice dripping with malice and hatred. "How dare you speak of Menardi that way you worthless piece of trash! I swear, if I ever hear you utter a word about Menardi or even so much as look at Karst, I'll rip your head off."
Then, Saturos turned and walked off, ignoring the people gaping at him as he passed.