"There, I see it! Quick, get your bow ready!" a little girl with a blue cotton dress and frizzy brown hair tied with a red ribbon whispered to her brother as her bright green eyes stared at the large rabbit hopping around, eating the stalks of some flowers.
"I am! Shhh, don't make too much noise or it will run away!" spoke the boy as he pulled the bow off his shoulder, untangling the tails of the long red ribbon tied around his head away from the drawstring. He reached down and snatched an arrow that hung around his belt loop. He took aim, waiting for his shaking hand to ease a bit before letting it fly. It soared over the target and landed in some thistle. "Sun of Icarus…" he muttered.
The girl smacked her brother's head. "Hurry up before it runs away!" she quietly snapped, hunger triggering her temper.
The brother, equally as famished, conked her temple back. "I know that, but if you don't shut up, it will flee from your big mouth!"
"Don't worry. Take your time. It's not going anywhere."
The two children turned as they spotted a man wearing a faded blue trainer, with dark brown curls, on top of a sandy stallion. Not only that, but just like everyone else honoring the Fallen Savior of Athena, he too wore a red ribbon. Their guess was he was a typical off-duty Rodarian foot soldier since they all had the same stereotypical appearance: a strong build, thick calluses from wielding weapons, and a tan to indicate they spend a great deal of time in the sun. However, perhaps it was the way he leaned forward toward them, or his gentle blue eyes, he seemed far friendlier than most.
"How do you know it's too tired?" the girl whispered.
Aiolos turned his head and pointed over. "Look at its fur. It's white and as smooth as silk and looks fairly fattened up. It's probably from one of the rabbit farms. A few tend to get away this time of year when it is time to transfer them over to get skinned and most likely had been chased ever since. I know, I've snagged a few like this. In terms of targets, it can't get any easier than this. Try again. But this time, draw your bow farther. Your aim was perfect, but there wasn't enough pull to prevent your arrow from hopping."
The boy heeded the advice and drew his bow to his target. He carefully adjusted a bit, trying to still his breath, fearing that it would run off before letting it fly, striking the soft belly. He grinned as it tumbled a bit down the hill before he charged forth, grasping it by the shaft like an oversized shish kabob as well as the arrow from his earlier attempt. He and his sister rushed down the path, as fast as their bare feet could take them. It wasn't until they were a good ten meters before the child remembered his manners. "Thanks!" he twisted around for a quick wave before they continued.
Aiolos gently smiled. He knew he was supposed to limit his exposure to others on the way to the house by the woods, but considering the fact that these two were probably babies when everything went down a long time ago, his secret was as good as safe. Besides, he liked just being himself, and watching those two brought back a few memories. "It's just like when Aiolia and I were kids, Zephyr." He spoke to his horse. "This was a good place to get a rabbit or a bird. Didn't have to worry about getting lost in the woods and any wolves or bears were smart enough to avoid getting too close to the village," he reminisced before his faithful steed let out a snort. Aiolos chuckled and patted the side of its strong neck. "Fine, I'll shut up. You're probably sick of me sharing my memories with you on the way to my brother's House anyways."
Aiolos turned his head and spotted some chamomile flowers growing on the side. Every time he saw them, it not only reminded him of how his mother always had a hot pot full of tea after boiling the water from the stream but also his first date with Saga. They went to a nice restaurant, and the Gemini was in awe at the idea of a pitcher full of flowers was one of the fanciest things. He didn't realize that Prototypos or Rodarios who lived their lives just as their ancestors did, brewing tea from local flowers was as traditional as a morning cup of coffee.
A small idea came about. It's been a week since he said he'd give Saga another chance when he's ready. So far, the two have been focused on finalizing a few documents and each encounter has been pleasant. Not only that, but one of the conditions for Saga was that he continue his mental treatment. So far, the Gemini had been fulfilling that as well.
Aiolos gazed at the chamomiles. "Let's go get some for Saga," Aiolos whispered to Zephyr. He could have motioned the horse to and snatched the flowers from there. But for the past week Saga had been using his techniques to allow him to strengthen his muscles more while Shaka's had been applying his cosmos to slowly restore his back.
It had been a week since they started the routine and he was curious to see how much progress had been made.
He slowly pulled his leg over, lowered himself down, and let go of the side. His limbs felt so wobbly as if his knee joints were missing, his entire lower half burning with the sensation of pins and needles. But he was standing, just like he did yesterday after Shaka had treated him. That's good. Now came the hard part.
His eyes focused on the soft white petals as they waved in the wind. Sometimes, success comes when the goal is in sight. He bit his lip as he lifted his leg, his calves and thighs weighing down as if sandbags were attached to his ankles, but nonetheless, there it was, his foot had moved forward just like yesterday. He grinned as he stared hard at his foot finally in front. The first step only required moving several centimeters, but the back foot required a third of a meter, and that was a long time to put all his weight on one side. He gathered his courage and pulled his back leg-
"Shit!" he cursed as he began to fall, his hands moving wildly at lightspeed to grasp something, only to find nothing but air, before landing right where the grass and dusty trail meet.
He raised his head, his lower half tingling heavily. It wasn't the first time he fell, but it's' so strange not to be surrounded by half a dozen Papal Guards and servants screaming: Your Holiness. He bit his lip and whistled to the sandy stallion watching it turn its head. "Zephyr! Come here!" he called out. He groaned as his trusty steed snorted and trotted off to the side to munch on some tender leaves. It was moments like this where he couldn't tell if he chose a horse or a mule. He was about ready to sit up when he felt an all too familiar cosmos flash in front. Before he could react, a leather boot punted his abs. "The stomach, really? What if I ate beforehand?"
"Well I would've kicked your ass, but chances are you wouldn't have felt it," Aiolia retorted, his longer, straighter blond hair blowing in the wind while he folded his arms. "What the hell were you doing?"
Aiolos pointed over. "Doing what any other real man would do: head into the field and pick some flowers," he cheekily retorted before receiving another brotherly bunt to the gut. "No really," he chuckled as he sat up. "That was what I was trying to do… along with seeing how far I can go."
The Leo sighed. "Well you should have at least told someone or sent me a message through the cosmos. What if you rolled into the ditch? Who's going to help you? Zephyr is a horse, not a dog." He said as he leaned down and picked up his older sibling, getting him back on his feet.
"Aiolia," he spoke as he turned his head. "I jumped from the Pope's Chambers and into the Collective. Being worried about falling on my own feet is like telling someone who climbed Mount Everest that the top of the ladder is dangerous. I'm not afraid to fail no matter how many times I do so."
Concern covered the Leo's face as he guided his brother back to his horse. "Yeah, I know you don't give up. It scares me cause I'm worried that it will get you killed," before he shifted to a smile. "But not giving up is probably what keeps saving that thick skull of yours," he spoke as he grasped the side of the stubborn stallion's saddle for its equally stubborn Saint.
"Is that why you're here?" Aiolos asked as he climbed back on this steed. Normally, his brother would wait for him on the porch, reading whatever fantasy novel he picked up from Milo and Camus.
"To see you do something stupid? Nah, I get that whenever you finish off a six-pack in one sitting," retorted Aiolia. "It's Marin actually."
Aiolos gazed down, his face producing a concerned gaze. "Is she okay?"
"Oh, she's great! I wish she would train a bit less, but she insists she's fine. I came over because I figured we can catch up and chat...slow down..." he mumbled trying to think of stuff to do.
At that moment, it all became clear. Aiolos turned downwards knowing exactly how to delay his trip. "Want to help me pick some chamomile flowers?"
"Wait, you were serious about picking flowers?" he watched Aiolos shake his head yes. Another day, another sign his brother wasn't as straight as he appeared. Question is, is it with Saga or some other guy? He talked to Marin about it, and she told him it would be best if he just lets Aiolos be the one to initiate the conversation. "Fine, I'll help. I just want to give her a little more time to spend with Seiya." Aiolia could tell that Marin was busy getting ready to welcome the new baby, but at the same time was having difficulty saying goodbye to her first.
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HOUSE BY THE WOODS
Seiya's tense hand clutched the tree branch, taking care not to squeeze the limb too hard to avoid snapping it. His body and face were dripping in so much sweat that his wavy brown hair resembled an upside-down teardrop. Even worse, he had to clutch the fake doll baby that Aiolia had lovingly crafted from an old sheet, a boulder, and an old rusty metal beam he found from a demolished building. "How many do I have left? I've already done over four hundred," he gritted his teeth.
"You did three hundred and ninety-seven. Getting your nose above the limb on a chin-up doesn't count. If you were trying to climb over a cliff, you would only fall and get yourself killed," the Amazon spoke while perched on a higher limb on a nearby tree, a hand resting on her swollen belly.
Seiya rolled his eyes. He really hated one-handed chin-ups while saving the dummy exercises. "But I'm going to the House of Sagittarius soon."
Galan watched from the porch, sipping a cup of wine with his good arm. He had served in the House of Leo for a long time, long familiar with traditions. "Seiya, the first few days will be letting you get used to the House, a little light training to analyze your abilities, and several classes on Gold Saint etiquette to ensure you don't say anything stupid. This will be the last heavy training you receive until next week."
Seiya groaned. He was 0 out of 100 in regards to convincing Marin to end training early, and it looks like she wasn't going to relent even on the last day. He pulled up, tilting his head as high as he could in order to get his chin above the branch, and grudgingly repeated. "Come on Marin… when can I st-" suddenly his sweaty palm lost its grip before dropping the dummy, causing the stone for its head to shatter.
Marin stayed perfectly still, but beneath her mask, her eyes were wide in terror. Normally she would tell him to hold on or die as many of those who failed to gain a Cloth. She had seen it many times and Seiya wouldn't be the last. This was the life of a trainee, arduous and unforgiving.
However, it's amazing how having life growing from within can change even the most hardened of trainers.
"SEIYA!" she called out as she climbed down to the limb and balanced upon it with cat-like grace. But before she could reach him, Seiya's free hand reached up and grasped around the limb and he pulled himself back up.
"Damn Marin, how did you move that fast?" laughed Seiya as he sat there, his legs casually swinging freely from high above.
The Amazon lowered her head, her gloved hands grasping the wood beneath her while taking several soothing breaths to calm herself to avoid hurting the baby. "I thought I was going to lose you."
But Seiya waved a hand and with a playful twist, turned around and hung by his knees. His hands were killing him, but his legs had plenty of energy in them. "What? Do you think if I'm going to die, I would allow myself to get killed by a tree? No way! Besides," he took his hands and swung back up to his sitting position. "I found you and I don't want to lose you," his voice softened, devoid of the cocky attitude and replaced with something far more tender.
"Seiya, what are you talking about?"
He bit his lip and gathered his courage to tell her what he had felt since he started training with her. "Don't hide it. You're my sister, Seika. I heard you talking with Aiolia and you called me your brother."
She lowered her head downwards. "Seiya" she muttered before her nails dug a bit in the tree limb before she took a deep breath. "The truth is, I believed you were my brother too."
"Really!?" Seiya gasped.
But Marin held out a hand, to still his excitement. "I talked to Aiolia about it, but he thinks otherwise. He says he wished it were, but neither of our ages wouldn't match, and based on what you told him about Seika, he told me there was no way you could be Toma." She laughed at the fact that it was the first time where she was the stubborn one. One could say even delusional. But now that Seiya was going, it was time she faced reality. "I didn't want to believe him, but he was right. I'm sorry I'm not your sister."
The future Sagittarius felt his heart slightly crumble. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"You never brought it up. Part of Sanctuary custom is that you don't ask about another person's family unless they bring it up. Nearly everyone in the Army of Athena is an orphan and most likely a dark history of how that came to be." " It was a pitiful excuse, but it meant the two could live with their lies.
Seiya turned his sweaty head toward her covered thigh. "Is there a birthmark in the shape of a bunny?" He watched her shake her head no. He felt his shoulders lower, but not for long. Seika not being here didn't mean she was dead and as long as that is the case, he will never give up hope. "I guess it was a good thing you told me. I would've thought of it for years."
"Really? You would have held back that question and thought I was your sister for years?" It was a rhetorical question. Seiya was so damn hard-headed she knew he was serious.
Seiya turned his head. "Why not? I know she's not dead. Can't explain why."
"No, I get it." She turned toward his bright brown eyes. It's common for those who practice using Cosmos to have a sixth sense if something happened to their siblings. There's even proof that twins have such an intimate bond that they can mirror each other from even thousands of miles away. "I know Toma is alive too, even if he's not next to me."
"Well, you may not be my sister, but you're still an awesome Master. I'll miss you, Marin!" He reached over and gave her a hug. He knew it wasn't proper manners for a trainee to do so, but he doesn't care. It was his last day as her pupil.
Marin reciprocated the hug. Her upcoming time as a mother already clouded her judgment as a Saint. Maybe it was good he did leave.
Funny how becoming a mother can change a person.
From the porch, Galan darted his head toward the distance as the sound of hooves grew closer before he gave a quick whistle.
Seiya turned to his soon-to-be former trainer. "Don't worry, I won't tell Aiolia you were up here, as long as you say I did five hundred one-handed chin-ups." He squeaked when he felt her burn her cosmos ominously, her red hair fluttering around like an open flame. "...or how about you say I met my goal for today?" he mumbled, scratching the back of head.
Oh well, it was worth a try.
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From afar, Aiolos watched the two slide down a rope, his eyes locked upon the Amazon's six-month pregnant belly practically blocking off the sun. "I don't think she should be up there," caution dripped from every word he whispered.
Aiolia didn't respond, instead, his eyes were equally fixated.
He's worried about his crippled brother falling.
He's nervous when his pregnant girlfriend is training.
And everyone wonders why he still has a short fuse.
"Are you going to say anything?" asked the archer as he watched the sweat roll down his brother's bangs, clinging to the edge of his soul patch.
"I have a better chance at convincing Deathmask to become a pacifist than to get her to stop climbing trees," he muttered, his boots rocking a bit as if ready to lightspeed in case the worst happened. Finally, his body lost its tension the moment her feet finally reached the ground. He turned his head back to his brother, taking a bit to crack his stiff neck joints. "Hopefully she will stop now that Seiya will be leaving her. She's seen our training and she probably wanted to make sure he's ready to handle what you went through."
But Aiolos shut his eyes. He really wished Marin wouldn't put herself in danger just for that. "That's not going to happen. Shion said it best: The only ones who are prepared before entering Gold Rank Training is anyone who had already fought through the Holy War itself," Aiolos spoke, recalling the words of the former Pope. "Don't worry, I won't tell Marin. She's probably stressed out enough as it is."
"Thanks," spoke Aiolia as he sped up his pace to reach his girlfriend.
Aiolos watched his brother fretting a bit. However, he was glad that he seemed happier now, not as tense as when they first reunited. It's still hard to believe that it was only a few years ago when Aiolia cussed him out, disowned him, and nearly sold him out to Saga. Now his brother was going to be a father in a few months.
Amazing how quickly time can fly. Has it really been three years?
Suddenly, Aiolos felt Zephyr grunt a bit. "We're almost there! No cosmos!" Aiolos chastised. Back when he was in the collective, Gestalt taught him some of the finer, long-lost techniques of horseback Saints. Apparently, he was overstimulating Zephyr by giving him too much cosmos during normal riding, and now he was going to have to kind of ween him a bit so that when battle comes, his sandy stallion would respond better. He did notice that Zephyr was a bit less temperamental and responded quicker with the reins.
After turning at the old oak tree and ducking under the same old low limb that despite having lightspeed, Aiolia was still too lazy to chop off, he finally reached his family's house. It was a heavy contrast to the grand and manicured Pope's Chambers that he had slowly grown used to. However, he didn't care if the shingles were mismatched, if the grass was punctuated with weeds, or the hinges of the door had streaks of rust. Every week, this was his favorite place to come, where he could ditch the formalities and bureaucracy and just be himself. Besides, there was a new addition there, and it wasn't just the upcoming baby.
Aiolos immediately grabbed his cane off the side and dismounted, hobbling quickly over to a face he thought was dead for so long. "GALAN!" he called out as he approached the weathered servant and gave him the biggest hug he could.
Aiolos loved giving hugs.
Galan hates hugs.
But Aiolos didn't care and Galan didn't protest.
Aiolos felt a tear come down. "I knew you weren't dead when I saw your prosthetic in the Pope's Chambers," he confessed. Even with the curse and the many twisted acts, Saga never once kept trophies of those he killed. Instead, the Gemini had planted it along with a cryptic note as a means to find the servant in the event of his death. While it didn't lead Aiolia to the servant right away, instead it seemed the gods had other plans. (See chapters: Gemini Aiolos, Sagittarius Saga and Gemini: 4E)
Galan looked down. "Trust me, I was just as surprised to walk out of it as you are." That night still gave him nightmares. When Saga told him the mobs needed a body to lynch, he willingly went to protect Aiolia thinking he was going to die. Instead, Saga used his abilities to cast an illusion and combined with Another Dimension, switched him out for an already dead body. He stayed in the mountains as a means to continue to protect the Leo. "I tried to come back earlier when I heard whispers from the other House servants that something had happened in Sanctuary. That plan was diverted when Saga and Athena were on the run and he said you were cursed."
Aiolos pulled back a bit. "Yeah, I was." He scratched the back of his head. "Some would call me the dumbest person in Sanctuary for taking on a curse that I wasn't prepared for."
"It can't be as dumb as someone thinking they could steal the ichor of Athena, could it?" Galan spoke with a rare bit of humor despite his dry tone.
"Nope, taking a curse is way dumber than that." Aiolos chuckled as he focused on the servant's forehead. "Looks like you're following along with the rest of Rodario." Now that everyone in town tied a red ribbon in their hair, on their arm, and several trees and signs, he stuck out more if he didn't wear his.
Aiolos perfectly understood why. The Twelve Gold Saints were still sacred since they guarded the Pope and Athena and unless they did something that went against their vows, it was considered a very bad omen to desecrate them in name and body. It was insane and scary at how well Saga could utilize propaganda: he could provoke the whole town against one person and have them worship that same person in a heartbeat, telling them that the spirit of the Saint of Sagittarius would forgive them if they demonstrated it.
But then, Aiolos paused when he examined the tails of the headband. He reached over and grasped them, feeling the same fabric he always made them out of, but more importantly, his own imperfect stitching technique that he used to keep the cloth from fraying at high speeds and training. But it was also very old, the front side heavily faded from the sun's rays. "This was one of mine?"
Galan nodded. "Before Saga faked my death, he used one of yours. When I was in the mountains, even when it caused a few fights to break out and people accused me of being a sympathizer of a traitor, I refused to take it off for the past six years because I still believed in the original owner."
Aiolos smiled widely, touched by the gesture, that Galan willingly stood his ground in his beliefs when so many had turned their backs on him. "Are you sure you won't accept the role as Seiya's caregiver at the House of Sagittarius?"
Galan took a deep breath and shook his head no. "I thought of it. It would be nice to return to assisting with training. However, while Seiya seems like someone who will get along with anyone, Aiolia does not extend the same level of trust. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. I get it." If Aiolos could go back in time, and suffer in place of Aiolia, he would do so. He would gladly take the shame, the pain, and all the vilified names that were inflicted for the past five years at his little brother. While his name was cleared and the harassment stopped, trauma doesn't just vanish. Many of the same people who wear the red ribbon now are also the same people who waved torches demanding his head. "You're right, Galan. I can't think of anyone more perfect. Any chance part of your duties will include bringing the baby to visit their Uncle whenever possible?"
A question easily answered."It was actually one of the requirements, as long as His Holiness grants me access to the side tunnels."
"I'm sure he will." With that, Aiolos gave a traditional heavy slap on the back. "Come on, we can talk more inside while eating."
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CENTAUR 7A: SAME PEOPLE, DIFFERENT ROLES
The Book of Centaur
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POPE'S CHAMBERS- OFFICE OF THE HIGH ADVISOR
There was a small gentle knock at the door. "Come in, Paz," Saga called out as he sat at the desk. However, when the door opened up, he sensed a powerful yet gentle cosmos. "Athena?' he muttered.
The small seven-year-old Goddess smiled warmly. "Hi, I just wanted to check on you."
But Saga's nervous hands trembled, his head turned in the polar opposite direction. "My Goddess, you shouldn't visit me alone," his voice stern. After Aiolos was purified in the Collective, the curse returned to him. Now he is its keeper until another Gold takes it up. "I don't want to risk hurting you."
Athena can see that he was still very traumatized by his actions. Even Paz reflected it, diligently reminding her that they must keep their bedroom doors locked regardless if the Gemini stayed the night or not. "I'll be fine because I know you won't."
The Gemini shut his eyes and shook his head in disagreement. "I won't, but Ares…" he trailed a bit, the image of the figure dressed in the robes of the pope, his pale white skull revealed under the metal mask, surrounded by the thick ominous fog of the Collective, burned into his mind.
But the Goddess refused to be deterred. "Ares was around when I was born. He was here when I returned to Sanctuary as well as when he was with Aiolos. I suppose he is with us now. If he wants me dead, you are so quick that you could punch your fist in my chest right now, my spirit would leave my body before my eyes would have a chance to close."
"Athena…" he whispered.
But she continued. "Saga, mentally you are much stronger and I am not afraid. But for you not to be, you must not give in to your fear. Besides, when I spend time with you, it's like I am spending time with Ares. If he wants me to die, suffer, or both, I would like for him to at least get to know me better." She stepped forward and grasped his hand. "Aiolos would not allow us to be in the same building if he didn't have faith in your abilities. Please trust him, and please trust me, my Saint of Gemini."
Saga could sense that it was not just to comfort him, but her desire to be closer to Ares through him.
There were hundreds of stories of Saints, myths, and heroes in Rodario. There were thousands of variations on said stories thanks to the oral tradition being alive and well, storytellers enhancing the parts that please the crowds, spinning their creativity on sections that do not. But when it comes to Athena itself, one aspect that never changed was the Goddess' willingness to throw herself into danger to bring victory that she always promises and seemingly delivers.
He felt she was playing a very dangerous game here, but if it will lead to the end of the curse, he must and should place his faith in the Goddess he serves, beyond his prayers. "Alright." Saga took a heavy breath as he let go of her hand and turned around unsure what to say.
Pleased to see his dark blue eyes, the Goddess decided she should perhaps elicit a discussion. Curiously she peered around the office that once belonged to Gigars, a place that she never felt comfortable entering until now. She noticed several tags hanging from the decor. She tilted the paper to gaze upon the name and number. "Selling your predecessor's items?"
"He left it behind. Like a good politician, he told me that he bestowed it upon me even though I suspect it was all funded with embezzled funds." It was less of a suspect and more of a guarantee. Gigars was a crafty man, and the fact that he was able to manipulate him while cursed without getting killed was proof of that. He thought about conducting an investigation but chose to simply sell it off. Aiolos wanted Gigars to retire and be gone from this place. If he dragged the former High Advisor back, any investigation would take years and time was far too valuable. Besides, every Noble in Sanctuary is seeking indirect ways to win Aiolos' favor and is paying almost triple what all these things were assessed for. "The money from it should fill in a rather large hole that Gigars left in the budget quite nicely."
The Goddess moved over toward a painting, easily recognizing it. "Is this a real Claude Monet?"
"I'm still trying to find an expert, but judging by the age of the frame and the paint, it is either a very old reproduction or the real thing."
"My grandfather has been seeking this piece to complete his collection. Any chance he may be able to purchase it?"
But Saga shook his head, waving a hand frantically. "No no! He watched and protected both you and Aiolos, despite knowing the danger that Sanctuary posed. I will write him a note and use Another Dimension to see it delivered to him as a gift," with those words he gave a courteous bow.
Athena smiled back, another one of many enveloped by the Gemini's charisma. "Thank you, he will greatly appreciate it." Over in the corner was a large simple statue of her, or rather the mythological interpretation of Athena clutching a shield in one hand while the other holding Nike. It deeply clashed with all of the other items that were either dipped in gold or encrusted with jewels. "Did this belong to Gigars?"
"No, actually, I brought that in. It was from the home I grew up in. It's actually an outdoor lawn ornament," he spoke, gesturing toward the faint green stain at the bottom from sitting in the grass for so long. While there was already another statue of Athena in the house, this was the one his Mother used since she could still pray without having to kneel next to Dimitris. "Every day, I would find a little time to pray to those whose lives I had cut short during my time as the false Pope."
Part of her was happy that the Gemini had a way to make peace with his actions in the past, but at the same time, she was a bit saddened. Those who pray to a statue did so to speak to their deity, but she was right here in the Pope's Chambers. In fact, during their time in Delphi together, there were a few times where he asked if they could go pray together. It made her wonder if he was doing this due to the fears that he mentioned earlier about hurting her. "Have you performed your prayers yet?"
"No. I was very busy getting my work done before His Holiness came back."
"Perhaps before I go, we can do that," she spoke as she held out her hand once more.
The Gemini took another deep breath. Before it felt like an honor when they prayed together, but back then, Aiolos had the curse, and he was free. What if he clasped his hands together one moment, and suddenly blacked out and found himself strangling her the next? He was a true Gemini, proud and confident, yet right now, meek and fearful of things going wrong as they did in the past.
No, just as she said, he must have more faith not just in her, but himself.
He leaned down and extended the folded cloth that would allow room for two.
Saga knelt in front of the statue and waited for her to take her position. Her cosmos was warm, full of love, and peaceful. Not only that, but it was also invigorating, almost like if she wanted him to run up and battle Zeus and the rest of the pantheon he would do so. But at the same time, it was a bit odd. "My Goddess, if you don't mind me asking this, but do you not find it odd that you are in front of yourself?"
The seven-year-old gave a sweet laugh and shook her head no. "Aiolos actually told me the same thing, and so I will share with you what I told him: I am the reincarnation of Athena, but I am also Saori Kido."
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A FEW HOURS LATER
OLD ROAD OUTSIDE RODARIO
Seiya turned his head toward the ground, narrowing his eyes upon it, as he rode behind Aiolos on top of Zephyr, all his things in his backpack. "Is this a road?"
"Seventeen years ago it was. If one follows it all the way through, it will lead to a spot where my late father was stationed," Aiolos replied as he focused upon it, the old stone path now broken apart with so much grass that only those who were familiar with it could decipher past the various thistle and wildflowers growing through the cracks. "The fort was struck by a bad flood, heavily damaging the foundation. It was decided that it was far too costly and it was best to simply tear it apart and use the stone to rebuild it in a more central part near the Colosseum. Since it doesn't lead anywhere, nobody except a few adventurous tourists and someone like myself who will know about it will take it." He looked up ahead. "There will be an old iron pole. From there, we can veer off and reach Sanctuary and you can officially start your new path. How do you feel? Nervous? Excited?"
"Not sure. I mean, you and Aiolia both did it," Seiya grinned, but pursed his lips. "Although, something doesn't make sense."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Aiolia told me it was the tradition that outside of war, the Pope picked up the Gold Saint Trainee."
Aiolos gave a sly look to the child before turning his eyes on the road. "A tradition that's maintained."
Seiya's jaw popped as it dropped. "No way."
Aiolos chuckled a bit more. "Open the right bag, but don't take it out."
Seiya turned toward the leather bag, the sides shaped like a round bulge. It was Rodario after all. "Dude, did you cut off someone's head?"
Aiolos produced a campy villain laugh. "Maybe? Guess you will have to find out."
Seiya's callused hand reached inside and while it wasn't the melon of a man, it was something just as shocking. Inside was an ornate golden helmet and mask and there was only one person allowed to wear it. He gasped as he flipped the top back over, his excitement and shock causing a bit of protest from Zephyr. "NO WAY! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE-"
Aiolos gave a quick jerk to the reins before he reached over and used his palm to seal the Japanese's mouth. They may be on a nearly deserted road, but it was best not to take that chance. Instead, he gave a firm yet gentle stare, letting Seiya know he understands his excitement but at the same time, how important it was not to blab out his identity.
Seiya calmed down, but his brows were raised so high that it felt like his eyes were going to roll out."Isn't the Pope like... heavily guarded?" he whispered.
"He is." During the transition, the Pope's Chambers were fairly barebones since those who worked in the Pope's Chambers were usually a lifelong duty. Now that he has finally established his household, he has a lot more eyes upon him. "But on the morning every week when he goes on his undercover trip, they are all waiting at the edge of Sanctuary with bated breath. Every once in a while, one gets nervous and does a check-up. We actually have one in the distance. Take a look on the left side where the tall grass is a bit shorter."
Seiya turned, searching where the archer was talking about. "I don't see anything."
"He's laying over there, every once in a while you'll see a slight glint of his binoculars." He waited, but after a minute of Seiya's dumbfounded look, Aiolos finally threw him a bone and bit his lip and whistled, mimicking the two slow chirps of a sandpiper. A second later, the same sound is repeated back over, before an elaborate gauntlet poked out from the daisies to wave before slipping back down.
"Woah," Seiya gasped. He was still learning more about Sanctuary, but that was some fancy armor he just saw. This was totally weird. He just thought Aiolos was at the House of Sagittarius. He had no idea that Aiolos was holding the most powerful position in the world. Then again, Aiolos was so down-to-earth that he couldn't imagine him being affected by it. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Well, back in Japan, I didn't tell any of you I was going to take back Sanctuary, because if I failed, I didn't want to risk any of you being killed. Training at the Kido Foundation wouldn't draw attention, but training under me would. Afterward, I didn't tell you, because the identity is sacred."
Seiya sat quietly, feeling each rock from Zephyr's trot. "Is that why Sanctuary was acting strange? What about the death of the brother of the Pope? All the guards acting so weird?" he said recalling the moment the Saint of Gemini walked over and crushed his head like a juicy ripe tomato.
"That was all for show and much of it has been taken care of. I'll tell you more in detail when you're older. For now, let's just say the transition of power is never as easy as giving the new guy the metal hat."
"So everything is all good now?" Seiya asked again.
"On paper, yes."
"What does that mean?"
Aiolos sighed and turned to face the Japanese. "Part of the difficulty about being Pope is that I can't just take my pen and write away emotions. I can tell others what to do, but not how they feel. To keep it simple, some Golds are not happy or distrust the other Golds for all sorts of reasons."
But Seiya tilted his head. "Are they all on our side?"
Aiolos nodded. "Of course they are."
At that moment, his heart pumped, his legs bursting with energy, Seiya spun off the saddle and ran in front of the horse. "Then, I don't care what happened or what happened. The past is the past! I'm going to treat them as my friends and together, we're going to beat anyone who tries to hurt Saori or the innocent!" He bellowed out, his fists tight with enthusiasm.
Aiolos grinned, his blood flowing with the same zeal. Oh Goddess, how he wished he could walk, otherwise he would join him down there. He clapped his hands in excitement and pointed downwards. "That's right! That is how I want Sanctuary to become! You know Seiya, I think your enthusiasm is probably what the other Golds need, someone who isn't drowned by the drama."
Seiya raised a brow. "But what about you?" He threw his hands behind his head, recalling the days at the abandoned school in Japan."You're the same way. All the other adults, the guards, and especially Tatsumi were snobs or jerks, but no matter how hard it was, we all liked you. Can't you do the same there as you do at Sanctuary"
Aiolos smiled at the compliment, but it was more than that. "Thank you, Seiya. You're right! We're both idealists, but there is a big difference.
The problem is that some of the others in Sanctuary when some of them see me, some feel guilt, but when some see you, they feel hope."
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A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER
POPE'S CHAMBERS
On days when Aiolos meets his brother was also the day when he needed to focus on paperwork since he was typically either too full, too drunk, or both to meet with the citizens of Rodario.
Before he could arrive, Saga was busy setting the last of the folders upon an old oak table, dotted with old drink rings outside on the balcony. That was one large difference between him and Aiolos in that while he preferred the tight small office with the door shut and free of any interruptions, the archer enjoyed the view and the open air, taking breaks to converse with the Papal Guards in charge of watching over him there that day. While Saga found it distracting, if that's the way Aiolos prefers to work, he will accommodate.
For Saga, it was more than just doing his job well.
A while back, Aiolos said he was willing to give the two another chance at rekindling their relationship, but wanted more time. Saga didn't blame him. After five years, the only things they had done together was a coup, Aiolos getting cursed by the dagger, meet a dead God in the Collective, and hold a fake funeral. Unless Aiolos was a follower of Charles Manson, it was hardly anyone's idea of romance.
Anyone, hearing the one they care about not wanting to quite jump in, would be detrimental.
But for Saga, he was rather intrigued. He knew he was good looking and one of the reasons he took so many baths was to maintain it. When he was the false Pope, everyone was literally throwing themselves on him, his robe functioning as a mere curtain. Even when the curse wasn't afflicting his judgment, wherever he walked, he could tell that he could choose anyone just as easily as he could pick out a cut of steak from the butcher.
For the first time, he was the one in pursuit, no longer the flower, but the bee. While he wasn't worried about Aiolos reneging his promise to give him a chance or cheat on him as Geist did in the past, there was also the possibility that he would do what Shion did and simply remained single for the rest of his reign.
There were signs that won't be the case. He kept up his meetings with Dr. Peggy Zeus and perhaps it was destiny, but a couple of days ago, while digging through Gigar's closet, he finally found the old chess set. While he was ready to drag Gigars in for hiding it, Aiolos told him to let it be since it was missing before Shion's death and he remembered several occasions when the Lemurian asked Gigars to hold on to a few things to avoid the towers of clutter that enveloped the back storage. Instead, they pulled out their two favorite chairs, and for the past couple of nights, they managed to squeeze a game while dining on some seasoned fish that a Papal Guard brought in.
It was proof that they were still just as good friends, but if he wants to entice him, he must do more than that. Like a bird of paradise, it is not enough to flash his feathers and master his dance but to also fashion the nest ensuring that every straw and stick is in its proper place. He laid Aiolos' favorite pen next to some white-out, wiped any excess condensation on the side of his water cup, and ever so carefully adjust the layout of the folders to ensure peak organization while avoiding the dreaded glint of sunlight that would blind the eyes of the one he desires.
Perfect.
From a distance, the Gemini heard the back hidden passage, the archer arriving much later than he said he would. He carefully gave the folders one last knick of adjustment, licked a finger to smooth out any flyways in his hair before he made his way toward the back room. There, the archer was leaning on his cane while a Papal Guard was ready to take Zephyr off to the back garden and allow it to relieve itself and finish off what was left of the Velerian plant. "How was the pick-up and drop-off?" Saga asked as he used Defying Gravity, to allow Aiolos to walk over to where his royal garments were with ease. Using the ability was a bit of a strain, but he was the reason Aiolos broke his back and he will do everything in his power to redeem that.
Aiolos peeled off his old leather armor, an elderly servant nimbly collecting it to see it cleaned while exchanging it for the holy robe. He fastened the hidden buttons underneath, straightened the collar while the same servant laid the dark blue stoles over his shoulders. "Pretty good. Aiolia nailed a goose for lunch there, Marin looked fabulous, and Seiya seemed pretty happy in the House of Sagittarius. He already started taking advantage of the perk of servants cooking anything."
"What did he pick?"
"He challenged Mrs. Schfurwatt to prepare some spicy tuna sushi with a heaping pile of wasabi."
"I wouldn't call that much of a challenge. If she wasn't in her seventies, her skills with a knife could make her the successor for Capricorn."
"I agree. Seiya will be in for a real treat tonight." Aiolos finally set the helmet back on and lifted the mask up, not needing to shield his identity among friends, before picking his cane back up. "But, he will still need a caretaker. Milo will only loan him Mrs. Schfurwatt for so long."
"Perhaps we should start on that," Saga replied as they walked side by side and returned to the balcony. He waited until Aiolos was adjusted in his chair before he ended his technique and grabbed a pile of folders. "First off, let's start with the easiest question: Would you prefer Seiya to have a male or female caretaker?"
"Whoever can tolerate his bombardment of fart jokes every time he's gassy."
"Male it is," spoke Saga as he set the lady candidates aside. "Any other traits?"
Aiolos drew his hand to his chin. "Not required, but it would be a plus if any of them happen to speak Japanese."
"They all do."
Aiolos' jaw dropped. "You're kidding! Marin was the only one I knew who spoke Japanese before my coma."
"Not anymore. The moment word spread that you would sometimes speak Japanese to Athena was when everyone took an interest in studying the language. Tutors are even doubling their hourly rates and quitting their day jobs to meet the demand. It's not the only thing. Peruse the pictures of the candidates and you will see what I mean."
Aiolos flipped open the first one, finding a smiling young man wearing hunting gear, a bow on his shoulder, his hands clutching the large horns of the mouflon. It was a very impressive kill, but he was not fooled. "Wow, this is incredible!" gasped Aiolos. "Never seen anyone use a bow to fire a bullet into a ram before!" he cried out with giddy sarcasm. The archer turned toward the door, watching the Papal Guard lose his stoic gaze and produce a friendlier facade.
Aiolos returned to the pile, quickly skimming through the pictures of the candidates in each of the folders, all wielding a bow and standing or kneeling next to their dead game. The first picture was hilarious, but with each new folder, his grin shrank into one of concern. "How are the hunting clubs?"
"Booked for months. They say it's the first year where tourists from out of the country had to be denied due to their inability to keep up with demand."
Aiolos' hand slid up the side of his head, causing the large metal helmet to tilt. His late father had an old saying: one cannot tell the difference between a pie made of blueberries and one with nightshade until long after you eat it. "Goddess, if they want to kiss my ass, so be it. But this isn't a simple favor, whoever I pick, Seiya will have for years." On paper, the caretaker was in charge of taking care of the Gold Saint. Informally, they were the closest to a parental figure a Gold can have. It nearly made his blood boil at how inconsiderate people can be. "It's not about pleasing me, it is about who will work best for him."
Aiolos' cheeks burned red before the Gemini. Desiring to diffuse the situation before the Sagittarius lost his cool, he waved a hand to use Another Dimension to pull out a chair next to the archer and used it to sit next to him. "Aiolos, when I submitted the opening for the caretaker role in the House of Sagittarius, my sources told me that a large reward was offered to anyone who could find information on what Seiya wants in a servant. One person managed to speak with him and he told them that he wanted his caretaker to be just like you."
A small gasp left Aiolos' breath and the fury that was building up subsided. "Me? Really?"
Saga nodded. "From what I heard, and I quote: He's one of the only ones who doesn't think I'm stupid and annoying...if he was alive. I mean he would be so cool and I wish he could take care of me, like forever," the Gemini's slow, polite, intellectual, enunciation clashing with the seven-year-old's original snappy delivery and excitement.
At that moment, Aiolos couldn't help but wipe a small tear that slid out of the corner of his eye, touched by the thought that he was that idealized as well as Seiya taking care to avoid letting someone know he was still alive. Never before he felt so honored and proud. Unfortunately, while he intended to set aside time to train Seiya, it couldn't be full-time. It was another sacrifice he had to make as the new Pope, but like all things, try to make it work out. "I want him to succeed. He would be a great Sagittarius if his aim wasn't…"
Saga turned his head. "Well, at least his aim couldn't have been as bad as mine."
Aiolos' smile cracked in half. "Yours is better."
"...shit," the compliment made the Gemini grimace. "I see…" he trailed, the revelation that someone who could barely hit the paper of the target bests the one to inherit one of the most dangerous weapons in Sanctuary. "This is the one you want as your successor, correct?"
"I know it may seem like I'm crazy, but hear me out. Seiya could be stuck on something and have zero progress for a long time and just like that," he snapped his fingers, "he masters it and can even surpass those who had trained for years in it. He's that amazing!"
A bit of hesitation came over the Gemini.
A Sagittarius that couldn't aim.
If it was anyone else, he would accuse them of either mockery, corruption, or both. But this was Aiolos. He cared about the legacy of Sagittarius and what made him a good leader was that he always thought about what was best in the long run. He respected Aiolos, but there were some finer things he needed to work on. "You've worked with him more and I have yet to formally meet him. If you say he can do it, I believe you. With that said, how shall we make him-" Saga snapped his fingers, "-master it? Your schedule won't permit you to perform full training every day?"
"No, it wouldn't." Aiolos gazed at one of the pictures and an idea came about. "From what I've seen, Seiya needs more of the fundamentals. No trick shots. No moving targets. Hunting in the woods, while practical, may just be too hard for him. I have a bunch of unused dummies in the House of Sagittarius. Never had a need for them since they were so easy to utilize, but they may be just right for Seiya. Once he gets it, we'll move from there." He paused. "Is there any way of performing a background check on the people applying to see if they actually have archery experience? Could you scribe some letters and send them to the owners of the hunting clubs and request a written statement on these people?"
The High Advisor produced a nod. "I can. But if I may, rather than write, I should leave now and meet with the owners in person. The quicker I am, the least likely their statements can be swayed by more euros in their purses." Saga turned his dark blue eyes glinting.
Aiolos' eyes shifted down to where their hands were next to each other, an urge to move his palm over his. But right now, there were three other Papal Guards around. As the new Pope, he promised the people that the days of debauchery were at an end and it was important he maintained that promise. Instead, he turned his head and brought his mouth to the Gemini's ear. "I like it. Let the club owners know that I'm not looking for the next William Tell, but they should be able to handle a bow with the correct form." In truth, he didn't need to whisper. He trusted his guards and if he wanted to maintain it as a secret, sending a message through the cosmos would be more effective. He just wanted an excuse to be closer to the Gemini.
Saga maintained his stoic expression on his face, but his head shrunk a bit, tickled by the warm breath. "Of course, and I will make sure I have them answer on the spot," he whispered back, turning his head a bit to allow his long dark hair brush against the archer's neck, gently tickling it. The Gemini turned to the archer, Aiolos' jaw a bit tightened as if holding a larger smile, yet his eyes had a shimmer of mischievousness to them.
For Saga, this was still a good sign, but he didn't want to just win Aiolos over, he wanted him to fall on top of him. The birds of paradise in New Guinea perform various dances, perhaps they need one of their own? It was a bit tricky with one being crippled and the other having two left feet. Unlike in the past, they couldn't spar like they used to. But an idea came about. "Want to have some fun?"He messaged through the cosmos.
Aiolos produced an awkward look. "I'm not exactly in the best shape to spar."
"Oh I know, but a different way that even you can fully participate in. I challenge you to Flirt-Fu!"
Aiolos broke out into a small bit of laughter. A good sign that Saga was back to his old ways by his desire to make up new words. "Flirt-Fu? Fighting by flirting?" He watched the Gemini nodded his head, smiling a bit. It was very silly, but what can he say, he was a sucker for that. "We would have to keep it...discreet."
"I know, but that's all part of the fun." Saga messaged back, his eyes turned toward the folders as if the two were collaborating while the three guards watched on, oblivious to their plans. "So how about it?"
"How do you win?"
"When the winner finds the runner-up in their bed," Saga followed up with a flash of warm cosmos toward him. His words were bold, but he knew that's how the archer likes it.
Aiolos felt a bit drunk, extremely intrigued. "That sounds like we would 'both' win."
"It would," Saga admitted. It was the point, but the two held a competitive spirit that must be maintained. "So what do you suggest would be the consequence?"
Aiolos thought. The penalty should be harsh enough to deter, but not mean-spirited. "How about, whoever loses...will have to play as black for the next twenty rounds in chess?"
The Gemini grimaced. Twenty rounds as black? That's a long time to play the more difficult side. "Deal. We'll see who cracks first, Lucas." He got out of his chair and knelt before the Pope, ready to speak out loud again. "I will do as you ask. It shouldn't take me no more than two hours to meet with all the owners of the hunting clubs." Saga grasped the Pope's hand to gently kiss it. "Your Holiness."
"Damn, he's good," Aiolos thought. Unable to counter with everyone watching, he shook his head in disbelief. "You're on, Khris." He messaged back, before his hand to politely dismiss his High Advisor, watching the Gemini use Another Dimension to tend to the task.
Aiolos let a smile slip his face, his palm slid over his face to hide its glow.
Flirt-Fu
Oh Goddess, he and Saga had the world's weirdest relationship and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Aiolos rubbed his face. He can take on the Gemini later. He had chamomile in his bag and he darn well knew how to weaponize nostalgia when the time comes. He needed to get back on task. Time was valuable and he could at least complete other paperwork while Saga was out. He turned toward the folder with the budget and picked it up, Saga's notes all detailing the most pertinent of information while the calculations were already scrolled out. Having him as the assistant and High Advisor was like a dream. Saga's organization and notes shaved off hours of work. It seemed like a perfect match for the Gemini, however, it was missing the one thing that he desired the most, at least in the past: prestige. No matter the country, the people don't go and think: Praise the heavens, our country has the smartest advisor to assist our leader.
No, the Pope was the figurehead and will appear in the painting and the texts of history, while the High Advisor will always be in the shadow. It was just one of many items that Saga will abide by as part of his repentance toward Mu, he will never rise beyond what Shion decreed and claim the title of His Holiness.
But Saga seemed pleasant and comfortable as the one who wore the owl hat. Aiolos hoped that it wasn't the Gemini creating a happy facade and more on the lines that the job was a perfect fit.
Aiolos pulled out his pen to make any final adjustments, scrolling out his thoughts on what was presented, making adjustments, such as drawing funds from uniforms to fortifying the river. Unless they want to turn the wheat fields into a rice paddy, it is best to take care of it now with all the constant rain they've been receiving.
"The blood is all dripping."
Aiolos' hand paused in place, his eyes shifting back and forth frantically.
One of the Papal Guards took notice and hurried over. "Your Holiness!"
"The blood is dripping?" Aiolos repeated. "Did you hear that?" his blue eyes widening with every syllable.
Another guard turned his head. "I did, Your Holiness. It's just Theodora showing the new help on how to properly gut a fish."
"We weren't disturbing your work, Your Holiness?" called an elderly woman's voice from afar.
Aiolos drew his hand over his mouth, tempted to slide the mask back over to hide his eyes. "Not at all, I'm fine. Everyone, just continue your duties," he spoke, smiling and waving his hands. It was an obvious order, but as Shion told him and Saga in the past, that if the Pope didn't tell them out loud, the whole household would literally stand still until he gave out the order. But even as the people around moved back in place, his heart was still thundering in his chest, still traumatized into thinking that Ares was still manipulating him, despite being purified.
He took a few deep meditative breaths. When he first wrote the order a while back to have Seiya come to the House of Sagittarius to train, he found it a bit difficult to do since it meant he would be on the sideline while Seiya, his friends, and most importantly his brother, would be fighting Holy War. But now that he had dropped off Seiya at the House of Sagittarius, he's not only warmed up to the idea of passing on his Cloth to the Japanese, but it also felt right.
But there was one thing that was for certain. He will not allow Seiya to go through what he, Saga, and soon the other Golds must endure.
Seiya may fight against Hades.
Seiya may fight against Poseidon.
But Ares was his, and he will not pass on the Cloth of Sagittarius until the God of War is finally defeated.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Coming September 5
The Golds gather together to decide who will be the first to accept the curse of the dagger.
Author Notes: In the last notes, I wasn't sure if I would be able to release the third and final book. Part of it was due to time, but in the end, I figured I can spread out the dates to make it work. Chapters will probably be a bit smaller, due to the huge cast to allow other characters more focus. Over the summer, I worked on the final overall outline.
More of Next Dimension was released and it was there it was revealed to be that a lemur was what caused Saga's evil while I have Ares as the main cause. Just to let others know, that's not going to affect the story. This story was started years ago, many other spin-offs had their take on what caused Saga's evil. The whole thing about Asclepius affecting Odysseus was a fun coincidence.
Hope you are enjoying the journey.