Title: Heart Throb
Author: Shadow of Arashi
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Words: "bandage", "secret" and "throbbing" (or "throb", "throbbed" etc)
Author's Notes: This drabble came about because of a "fake fic meme" started on livejournal with my friends. The rule was to write something that must look like it was taken from a bigger fic. It was made upon request; the person gave the fandom they wanted and 3 keywords. Then we had to write. This is what I came up with. Written for Sagakure.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya or any of its characters. I'm writing this purely for personal enjoyment.
Warning: off-screen violence, yaoi and blood.

Heart Throb

By Shadow Arashi

Maybe he over did it this time.

He struggled against the delirium slowly overwhelming his senses, the thought only passing quickly through his foggy mind like it wasn't even meant to be there at all. The pain was too strong though and he pondered if something hasn't gone terribly wrong. It would certainly explain why he was currently laying there like a broken doll, breathless and unable to move while crimson arabesques lazily spread beneath his back and legs.

But this was why he kept coming back to him right? A part of him had to wonder when he became such a masochist but if he was honest with himself, he had to admit he didn't care. The pain kept his mind off of other things he would rather not think about.

But maybe he really over did it this time. Why would Rhadamanthys be ready to risk letting their secret known to all otherwise, if he wasn't currently on death's door?

His whole body throbbed, some parts aching more pleasantly than others and the floating thought vanished slowly like the previous ones. He suddenly felt he really ought to apologise to the English specter later; well as soon he was patched up that is. He hadn't missed the frowns and flinches of the other and was well aware that his playmate was getting more and more worried each times they engaged into one of their little games; even if Rhadamanthys had made it quite clear he liked to see him with nothing but the tattered and blood stained bandages on.

He had been tempted to stop, if only for the specter's sake but it hadn't quite work out the way he wanted. If he had ever had doubts about having a few screws loose he had his answer now.

The only thing Kanon registered before definitely fainting was Rhadamanthys's panicked voice yelling his name and Saga's screams.