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The Tales From The Past

The exhausting day was slowly aiming to the quiet end, covering the whole Sanctuary in many long shadows. The orange sun was setting, hiding itself behind the hill, spreading the sharp, afternoon's light between the buildings. Time to time Camus was looking through the window of his Temple's library, looking at the pretty sundown, wondering when the last time he had the opportunity to see this phenomenon. It was long before he left the Holy Land and went to Siberia in the purpose to train the two small kids.

The Aquarius sighed, regretting a little bit that he allowed these two brats to stop him in the middle of Siberia, because they wanted to be the Saints of Athena. Oh, of course, he liked to live in that cold and harsh part of Russia, but he couldn't watch the pretty sundown there. He could only see it in the Sanctuary, in the hot, dusty land, where Athena had her home.

He sighed again, returning to reading his book, at the same time wondering, why his friend, Milo wanted him to back to the Sanctuary now. He don't mind it, Isaac and Hyoga were grown enough to handle their training by their own for a few days, and finally he could rest from the permanent quarrels between his two disciples and from the coldness of Siberia, but he still didn't know, why Milo wanted him to return here. Camus even didn't seen his friend since he came here at the morning, and he was getting more impatient with the every minutes.

It was already dark, when he felt his friend's cosmo inside his Temple. Camus closed the book, and put it on the small, round table at the same moment when the blue-haired Saint appeared in the library.

"Caaamuus!"

The Aquarius Saint expected that kind of reaction, but even so he staggered the same moment when Milo jumped to him, and hugged him tightly like they weren't seen in each other for a few, long years.

"I'm glad to see you finally, Camus!" said the Scorpio, almost breaking his friend's ribs in the tight hug.

"Milo, we have seen each other two month ago…" groaned Camus, worrying about his bones.

"Yes, but it was like two years."

"Milo, you always can visit me in Siberia."

"But Camus, you know that I hate that whole cold! Besides your two disciples are playing on my nerves every time I'm coming to see you…" complained Milo, freeing finally his friend.

Camus examined quickly his torso, checking if all his ribs were in the one piece. He smiled lightly. It was great to see Milo too. These two months really were long.

"Yes, yes, I know. But they are just stupid, small kids, and you are aware of that, Milo. But could you tell me please, why I have to come here right now?" asked the Aquarius when he got sure that there was any broken bone inside him.

"What are you talking about? You don't know?" Milo seemed to be really confused.

"No, I don't. If I had that knowledge I wouldn't ask you about this," answered Camus, looking at his young friend, and deeply inside his mind being really glad to see him. To see his blue curls, his bright blue eyes and wide smile on his face. He really missed him and his whole warmth.

"Don't tell me that you forgot! You really don't know? Camus, what day is today, tell me!"

"Wednesday I suppose," murmured Camus, wandering what game Milo was playing with him.

"'Wednesday I suppose'?" laughed Milo. "Camus, we have today our tenth anniversary!"

"The tenth anniversary?"

"Yes! We are the Gold Saints of Athena already ten years!"

Camus sighed deeply.

"So, you forced me to leave my two unperspicacious disciples just because of that?"

"Camus, this is not just because of that! We are the Gold Saints for so long, we are still alive and what's more we are friends for ten years! We have to celebrate it!"

The Aquarius shook his head with the resignation.

"Besides you have a few days of holidays, isn't it great? Far away from that whole, awful cold and your two stupid brats!"

Camus couldn't help it but laughed. Milo was so cheerful man, and he almost forgot that. And he was right in some way. Now the Aquarius had so much time for himself, without these two yelling kids. He could spend the whole days on reading or just being with his friend, Milo.

Milo smiled widely.

"Come on! Everyone is waiting!" he said happily, pulling his friend towards the entrance of his Temple.

"Everyone?" asked Camus, turning pale.

"Yes. It is not the anniversary just of the two of us. Though, Shaka refused to celebrate with us… We had the party in my Temple. All the others eight young Gold Saints have to be there, including you, Camus."

"But Milo, you know that I really don't like that kind of parties. It will be too loud, too many people…"

"Don't complain, Camus! It will be fun! C'mon, have fun with us. For me, please."

Camus sighed, defeated. He couldn't refuse Milo's request, after all he was his best friend. And wondering after how much time Milo would let him go to his Temple, Camus allow his friend to bring him to the Temple of the Scorpio, when the party was about to start.

"Finally!" laughed Aldebaran, looking at the host of the party and at the eleventh guardian of the Sanctuary. "We was about to start without you."

The Aquarius almost moaned in the frustration, seeing the almost all the Gold Saints in the main chamber of the Scorpio Temple, sitting on the floor between the bowls with the snacks and the bottles of many kinds of alcohol. It seemed to be much more like the ordinary, teenager's carousal than the anniversary's party.

Milo almost forced him to sit down on the floor and after a while gave him the small glass with the clear liquid.

"What's that?" he asked, looking at the liquid suspiciously.

"A vodka. Don't tell me you never tried it? You live your whole life in the Russia, people from there love vodka!" said Milo, looking at his friend as at some kind of an alien.

"Milo, if I had to remind you, I'm a French, not Russian. Yes, I never tried the vodka, though I like the red wine," answered Camus. He was intending to give back that glass of vodka to Milo. He always though that vodka is only for the brutes.

"Sorry, dear, we don't have any wine," said Aphrodite his resounding and dripping with the self-satisfaction voice.

"You should try it, it is really good," smiled Milo to him. "It could warm you faster than wine, Camus."

The Aquarius sighed. If he had to stay here for a long time, 'having' fun with his fellows, he would rather to drink his favorite wine, but if there was no wine, then he could try this vodka liquid. Once.

After a while everyone had the glasses in their hands, filled with the clear liquid, called vodka.

"So…" started Milo with the wide smile. "For our tenth year together as a Gold Saints of Athena! Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Camus murmured something incomprehensible under his nose with the defeated look on his face. He took a sip of vodka, just like he would take the sip of his favorite, red wine. He felt, like the cool liquid drained is throat and then… he wasn't able to take a breath, his trachea closed, and the liquid caused him the overwhelming pain in his esophagus. He began to choke.

"Camus, what's wrong?" asked Milo, worried of his suddenly red face and the tears in his dark, blue eyes.

The aquamarine-haired man didn't manage to answer, still wasn't able to take a breath.

Milo looked at the glass in Camus' hand.

"Don't tell me you drunk all of it? Oh, Goddess, you can't drink vodka just like the red wine, it is much stronger! Drink it!" Milo gave him the glass of juice. "It will help you."

Camus looked at him irritated. Meanwhile the Cancer Deathmask was rolling on the ground with the laughter.

"Milo, sometimes I just want to kill you!" gasped the Aquarius, when he finally was able to catch his breath and say something. "I told you I never drunk vodka, so you should warn me!"

"Oh, sorry, Camus, really sorry!" apologized Milo with the serious expression on his face. "But now you know how to drink it," he added with the smile.

"You can mix it with the juice, if it is too strong for you," said Mu with his usual friendly smile on his young face. "It tastes much better."

Camus nodded, watching as Milo was pouring the vodka to his juice. Deathmask was still laughing, now sitting and rubbing his stomach.

"Oh, for the Athena's name, I can't take it anymore…" he managed to say weakly, wiping the tears from his eyes. "It is so funny!"

Milo shook his head with the pity, looking at his fellow.

"Heh, I wonder how our ancestors from the last Holy War were celebrating their tenth anniversary…" said Aiolia thoughtfully.

"I don't believe that they were celebrating something like that, friend…" answered Mu.

"How do you know it?"

"You know, my master Shion is the survivor of the last Holy War, and sometimes he was telling me about their daily life."

"Oh, right, I forgot that the Pope Shion was the Gold Saint himself…"

"He said that it was really hard to gather all the Gold Saints together, they were so aloof to each other…"

"Really? Tell us more, Mu!" asked Shura.

"Yes, it is a good idea!" agreed Milo, drinking his vodka.

Camus looked at the Aries Saint with the curiosity. It could be very interesting to hear some stories about the Gold Saints from the eighteenth century. He drunk a little his juice mixed with the strong alcohol, feeling the nice warmth, spreading through his veins.

"There were just a few Gold Saints that could have the party and the fun with the others. My teacher said that the first Gold Saint to make a party was his friend, the Libra Dohko. But these parties were really small, usually only Dohko and my master were having fun. And sometimes the Leo Regulus. He was so cheerful kid. But the others Gold Saints had their own businesses," Mu was taking about the old times, remembering his teacher and in some way missing him now.

"Oh, it had to be boring to fulfilling the duties of the Saint without any fun…" murmured Aldebaran.

"But they weren't unhappy," denied Mu. "They just had their own fun in the different ways. And they just didn't want to associate with the others."

"It is sad," murmured Milo, looking at his friend with the smile. He even couldn't imagine the word without Camus as his friend.

The Aquarius returned his smile, thinking about the same.

"You could say that, but even that, there were the friends between them. My teacher said that the strongest bond of the friendship was between Degel of the Aquarius and the Scorpio Kardia.

"It didn't change too much," said Aphrodite, looking at the two friends, sitting near each other and smiling time to time.

"But I though that they were close because Degel was the only man who could keep Kardia alive," added Aiolia.

"No, they were close friends, from the very first meeting," answered Mu. "My master mentioned that sometimes they seemed to be much closer…"

"Much closer? What do you mean?"

"It seemed that they were… lovers…"

"What?!"

"The Libra Dohko caught them on the kissing a few times, but he and my master keep it in the secret from the others. You know, on that times the love between two men wasn't something acceptable. But they weren't the couple from the beginning. Reportedly there were two other so close 'friends' that helped Degel and Kardia find the love between them."

"Two others? Who?"

"I don't know. Master said that they were some unexpected guests, but he didn't want to say more."

"What a shame…" murmured the Leo Aiolia, drinking his juice dissatisfied in some way.

Camus also was curious who these two 'close' friends were, but if Mu didn't know it himself, then it can't be helped. He drunk a little his juice and took a look at his own friend, Milo, who was sitting beside him, drinking his own vodka, with the red cheeks and the shining eyes. The Scorpio returned the look with the smile.

After a while the conversation turned to other tracks and Camus lost his all interest with it.

It passed a few another hours of the conversations and the many bottles of the vodka were emptied before the Gold Saints left the Scorpio Temple. But Camus didn't even move from his place on the floor, looking at the disappearing warriors.

"Wanna stay?" asked Milo. "Like the old times?"

Camus nodded slightly, remembering the all times when he was staying in the Scorpio Temple with his friend, talking about many things, complaining about his two disciples, or just laying in the bed without the words. He tried to stand up, but suddenly he felt so dizzy and he sat down again.

"What's wrong, Camus?" asked Milo, approaching his friend with the totter.

"My head is spinning…" murmured Camus. He never felt like that after his red wine.

Milo laughed, helping him to stand up again.

"It is the side effect of the vodka. Don't worry, tomorrow everything will be fine."

Camus tried to take a step, nodding at the same time, and it was the most fatal move he could do. He lost his balance and along with Milo they fell to the ground. He looked at his friend with the words of apologize on his lips and froze. The face of Milo was so close now; Camus could see the shining, blue yes, with the amazing irises; the long, black lashes was making the deep shadows on the soft, red cheeks.

He felt as Milo's hand moved lightly over his shoulder and stopped on the Camus' face, touching gently his skin on the cheek and after a while sinking his long fingers in the aquamarine hair. The Scorpio was looking inside the dark eyes warmly, approaching his friend slowly, inch by inch and then…

Their soft lips meet each other, causing Camus to shiver a little. He could feel the all warmth of the Milo's body and the softness of his hot lips. The Aquarius closed his eyes in the pleasure, allowing Milo to suck gently his lover lip, taking the Scorpio's young face into his cold fingers and moaning lightly. The blue-haired man smiled, slipping the tip of his tongue and licking quickly Camus' skin. His friend twitched a little bit and pressed his lips against Milo's more.

"Huh? What are you doin'?!" they heard the surprised voice above their heads.

But they seemed to not hear it, still kissing each other gently. Their lips departed slowly, like there was no one but just the two of them.

Camus sighed with the trembling breath. He couldn't stop looking inside the bright blue eyes of Milo, he was too mesmerized by him at that moment, and he really didn't care, that above them was standing confused Saint of the Cancer.

But Milo turned his sight from Camus and looked at the intruder.

"Can't you see? We are kissing!" he answered, stroking gently Camus cheek.

"But you are two men, you can't kiss each other!"

"Really? Then look!"

Milo turned to his friend, took gently Camus' face into his hands and smiled warmly, looking inside the dark, blue eyes. Camus returned that look, opening slightly his lips, inviting. He couldn't wait for another warm kiss with Milo, for that softness, and kindness.

The Scorpio linked their lips again, starting to suck Camus' lover lip stronger than the last time, feeling like the Aquarius was trembling under his touch. He moaned quietly, slipping his tongue and breaking inside his mouth gently, not able to hold himself anymore. Camus allow him to do that, moving his own tongue, feeling the warmth inside, spreading around his whole body, and searching for Milo with the lust in his all moves. They didn't even notice that the Cancer Deathmask shook his head and left them, sitting on the floor and kissing hungrily.

Their two, hot and strong tongues were dancing inside their mouth lustfully, making them to deepening this kiss with the every minute, like they wanted to never end this pleasure. Their hands were playing with their hairs and stroking gently their skin, the legs couldn't move from their position and the chamber was filled with the spasmodically breaths of the two friends.

"Camus…" Milo whispered when their kiss ended finally.

"Mhm…?" murmured the Aquarius, looking inside the bright blue eyes and still stroking gently the blue curls of his friend.

"Camus, I love you…"

Milo smiled again, and one more time placed the gently kiss on Camus' lips.