Characters: Sagittarius Aiolos, Gemini Kanon, Gemini Saga
Rating: K, green
Note: in Japanese Zen, "aware" indicates a moment, usually connected with Autumn season and dispersing of the world, that evokes the most intense nostalgic sadness. This is a three characters' unique moment.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya does not belong to me, of course.
064: Fall; "aware" - Saga
Caress, the memory of a time gone, by now.
Look careful at it: the truth hidden in a lie, unveiled by now.
From a remote corner of your desolate temple, so empty: look careful at it.
Sea breeze turns into a cold wind, by now.
Dull leaves, decorated with warm colours, are beaten, thrown here and there by that wind.
Cold shivers shake your body, it feels like a dead touch.
While you watch them, walking close side by side, seeking warmth from their wrapped bodies, you remember it: that time by his side.
It is no more.
It doesn't belong to you, anymore.
Now, it is of his own.
Together with the leaves, inevitably torn from the trees by this cold wind, the memory of a time gone, by now, flies away from you.
064: Fall; "aware" - Kanon
Caress, the memory of a time gone, by now.
Look careful at it: the truth you, with useless obstinacy, opposed.
Look careful at it: sea breeze turns into a cold wind, by now.
Dull leaves, decorated with warm colours, are beaten, thrown here and there by that wind.
Remember it: there was a time when, together with those leaves, a gelid wind would tear from your body the remains of warmth. It left you, defenceless and lonely, down to the ground to rot like those leaves.
While you watch them -those leaves- , violent and impudent memories emerge within yourself.
Yet now, this wind is not that cold anymore.
And leaves don't look that sad, past companions of a lifetime gone, by now.
Now that your body finds haven and warmth, close to his side.
064: Fall; "aware" - Aiolos
Caress, the memory of a time gone, by now.
Look careful at it: the crystal clear truth, tearing like Autumns' cloudless sky.
Look careful at it: sea breeze turns into a cold wind, by now.
Dull leaves, decorated with warm colours, are beaten, thrown here and there by that wind.
And you know: the one who's paying the highest price for this is him.
From a remote corner of a desolate temple, so empty, you can feel it: his eyes, full of tears, reaching you this far.
Remember it: there was a time when you would dry those tears with soft kisses.
Yet now, this is but a thought, light rustling like a distant blurred memory.
It feels just like a leaf torn down by this indifferent cold wind.
Now that you don't care of him anymore.
Now that, by your side, the body seeking warmth from you is his own.
Now that there is him with you.
