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Feelings

Milo stopped in the front of Aquarius Temple, looking at it with the hesitation. He knew he had to enter it and tell Degel everything once more, to say everything he felt and thought right now, but what if he wouldn't have even a chance? What if Degel would turn away and with that cold voice of Camus say that he didn't want to hear anything? What if he would hear again something about acting like a child or like an animal?

But he had to enter this building and talk with the current Saint of the Aquarius Constellation. Degel was different than Camus in many ways, so the possibility Milo would be received now existed. It was the possibility of being able to talk and to be listened to. And maybe possibility that Degel wouldn't say anything cruel, anything that could hurt Milo. But to see it the Scorpio had to move from the front of the Temple and enter.

He took one deep breathe and moved, taking big, firm steps, as if he was afraid of changing his mind at any moment. He only hoped that Camus had some interesting things to do far away from the sacred hills, because right now Milo wouldn't be able to look inside his eyes.

It seemed that the lucky was with him today, because when he entered the library – place when earlier the Scorpio noticed slightly burning cosmo of Degel – he saw only the owner of the Temple, delicately stacking the old books. The Aquarius looked at him a little surprised and Milo saw two small blushes appearing on his pale cheeks.

"Milo…" Degel murmured hesitantly, still feeling the warm kiss from yesterday over his lips. Because of these kisses with Milo he couldn't even sleep at night, burning inside and cursing himself for allowing it to happen. And now his heart twitched at the sight of the energetic Saint from the future, who walked into his library with unreadable expression.

He could see as the young Greek took a deep breathe, probably giving himself the courage and the next moment the bright eyes looked inside his own, turning Degel's world upside down.

"Degel, I…" he started, still not sure about everything. "I have to tell you something… Of course if you would like to listen to what I want to say…"

The Aquarius put the last book at the table and trying to calm his heart he nodded with a smile.

"Of course I will listen to you, Milo. Why I shouldn't?"

The Scorpio gulped quietly, trying to not turn his eyes from the eyes of Degel and searching for the courage inside them he started:

"I know, that… I know that maybe you are angry at me for yesterday, or you think I was drunk to the point I couldn't tell what I was doing. But I know what I had done. I know what I told you and I could repeat this again," he said with strong voice. "Lately Camus started to be really tiring. He is out of my reach. I don't know what I should do, because I love him and I need him. But he is unreachable. He just started to ignore me in really awful way. And as you said many days ago, this situation, being so far away from our times, from our fellows and friends is really hard. I just couldn't accommodate to this as quickly as he did."

Finally he turned his eyes from Degel's face. He couldn't stand these dark eyes, looking at him with understanding. Why…? He thought Degel would be disgusted, angry. Disappointed. But no, the Aquarius was listening carefully to the every word of the Scorpio. How could it be?

Actually Degel couldn't tell what he felt right now. The sound of Milo's voice was really pleasant to his ear, much more than before. His look made Degel to tremble, these eyes were causing him to feel… strange. He couldn't understand this. Was it just because of these kisses…? Only something so small was able to make him feel that way? How it could be possible?

Of course, inside his mind he thought that after all Milo was too drunk yesterday and couldn't control himself. That all these words were just words of confused, drunken man, who after the long sleep couldn't remember anything. But right now Milo was standing in the front of him, saying the same things as at the evening.

"Maybe I'm a hypocrite. Maybe it is just because of your look, but something draws me towards you now. Maybe because you looks like him, like Camus. I love Camus and to be honest, it was really easy to feel something like that toward the man looking almost exactly like him." Milo silenced for a while, but then added as if he wanted to convince himself with these words. "Or maybe it isn't the case after all. Maybe it is something else. For me you two are different persons, actually. Two different Saints. But to tell you the truth, I think you are a better version of Camus. I just can't think in other way. You are just like he should be. You have everything I'm searching inside his soul. You are passionate, you are understanding, you are open. Not like him – selfish, closed to the world. You are not sealing yours feelings, at least not completely. You think about others. Camus is mostly stranger for our fellows," the Scorpio whispered, feeling really awful, talking bad about his lover. But at the same time it was the truth. "He couldn't get along with them. And after this whole time we spend here, I can see that you are not treating me like a kid."

He silenced for a long moment, looking outside the window. Degel didn't know what he should think about this. He could see the reasoning of the Scorpio, but he was too confused to understand everything. He of course noticed how differently Camus acted from him. How coldly the future Aquarius was treating his lover. And he wasn't surprised that when he showed Milo the other way Camus could be, the lonely Greek transferred his feelings toward the more compassionate one. It could be called instinct. Milo sought a warmness of the other soul, the understanding. He wanted to have someone beside him, someone who could support him in these hard times. And Camus failed as such a person.

"I don't know what I should do. I'm confused. I still love Camus, he is someone really important for me. But being beside someone like you, someone I was searching for all my life… It is hard. The only thing I wanna do now is to approach you and hold forever. My soul wants only that. But if I would go further, then there would be no way back. I will hurt Camus pretty much, but I don't want this."

What else he could say? What to do? Should he just listen to his heart, to the desire of his soul and take this chance? How would it end? Probably he would hurt not only Camus but also Degel. And himself. Trust his heart? Or just leave that? Wait for Camus, for the time when the future Saint would understand what was wrong between them now? Fight for the love of Camus or just gave up?

And what if he would take the chance and listen to his heart but soon he and Camus would have the opportunity to go back? What then? Stay here, with Degel? Or return to the Sanctuary and try to start everything form the beginning?

He gasped his hand and looked again at Degel. He could see that the Aquarius was confused himself.

"I think that you should give yourself some time, Milo…" murmured Degel. What else he could say? He felt strange. He knew he could accept Milo right now, with every consequence of this selfishness. He would gladly give Milo the warmness of the other soul, he would gladly comfort him. He wanted to feel again these lips on his own, to explore everything. To see more of what Milo showed him yesterday. But… But it could destroy many things. It could destroy Camus, it could destroy Milo. It could hurt them both. Because someday they would have to return to their times. And what then? Would Milo just accept the reality and say "Goodbye"? Or would he stay here, in the XVII century, dying with them? Their situation was so complicated; even one word could destroy the future. What if Milo would die here, and at the same time he would be needed in his own century? And what if he would survive and would live until the next Holy war? What could happen if Milo would meet himself?

He really wanted to discourage Milo. He should say "No", he should tell Milo to take care of Camus, to fight for their love. But his heart really wanted to accept these strange feelings. He still didn't know what it was, sometimes Milo's face was turning into Kardia's one, sometimes he was sure he could return these feeling Milo was giving him right now. And he really wanted some time. He needed it. What if everything he felt right now was just because of getting something new? What if all of these feelings were born just because of this kiss, of something he never had and now received unexpected? What if he was just excited of discovering new emotions in himself, discovering new sensations, and these feelings toward Milo were fake? Degel really didn't want to gave Milo a fake hope. Actually he knew he should break their friendship right now. Because when the time to say "Goodbye" would come, both of them could be hurt.

"It is not like I'm angry. Or disgusted. You showed me something new, Milo. You gave me some strange but wonderful memories. But it is like you said, Milo. You don't know what you should do. Just wait, maybe after a few days something will help you to decide. If we do something too quickly, the result could be really painful," Degel added, smiling gently to his guest. For now it was everything he was able to do. Just say these words.

For a while Milo remained silent. But after a while he nodded and returned the smile.

"You are right. Maybe time will help…Thank you, Degel, now I feel much better."

"I'm glad to hear that," answered the Aquarius.

After another long and a little strange silence Milo chuckled.

"I think I will go and mess a little with that Yato. He takes everything so serious that it is just hilarious," Milo murmured and quickly left the library.

He really didn't know if this talk helped him or not. It was just too strange for his mind to accommodate. But maybe the time really would help much more? Maybe after a few days he would look at it more consciously? He was still affected by the night's accident with Degel and it could be deceitful. He should wait, calm down and think over this case one more time.

"I'm not sure what you saw in him, Dohko," started Shion, looking at a few boys, training on the fields, "but this boy sucks, really…"

Dohko twitched at this comment, coming from his friend, Shion. Actually the Aries had some right. Looking at the progress of Tenma, he had to agree, that this boy had no skills at all. The spirit he saw in the lonely orphan, who wanted to save his friend, was just gone. There was nothing special in this young trainee that right now tried to gain the Cloth.

"He is there only for a three months, give him some time, Shion…" murmured the Libra Saint, looking as his new protégée was beaten again by another trainee. It was already seventh time this day. Since Tenma arrived with him, he never beat any other boy. Even once.

But every time he failed, Tenma was standing again, trying to fight, trying to find this burning cosmo he once used to protect his friends.

Dohko knew that it was somewhere, this spirit, this courage, this strength. He felt that. And he remembered this frustration and this determination that evening, when the river was closer and closer to his small house, where he and a few other kids tried to survive in harsh world. That time he saw not a small, weak boy, but a strong warrior he could become. And he really wanted this boy to gain the strength to protect. He himself wanted to protect many persons. He wanted to protect Shion, he wanted to protect Lady Athena, he wanted to protect his fellows and these small boys, training really hard every day. So, it was really easy for him to understand this desire of Tenma. It was easy to want to help him.

"But you know, Dohko…" chuckled Shion, watching as well, as Tenma stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from his face and rushed into another fight. "After three months of training we were able to defeat most of the bronze Saints here, not to mention other trainees."

Dohko sighed deeply.

"You shouldn't compare us with him, Shion. We were just geniuses back then," answered the Libra, thinking if he would be able to help his disciple in his training. What he could do to see this spirit again? The spirit able to crush the walls, destroy the enemies and protect these ones he loved? "Beside Kardia even after half of year wasn't able to defeat a silver Saint, but right now he wears the Gold Cloth of Scorpio."

Shion laughed.

"Oh, yes, it was really funny to watch this frustration of Kardia. But once he found the source of his energy, when he finally found the way to release his cosmo, I'm frightened to fight him, really."

Dohko chuckled at the memory of the young Kardia, who fought with everyone just to improve himself, living fast and a little dangerous, being frustrated almost all the time.

"Speaking of which…" added Shion, looking at some part of the training field.

The young Chinese turned his head and looked into the same direction like his friend. He saw Scorpio Kardia entering the field and pulling his young disciple, named Yato, who seemed to be really stubborn about not going any further.

Even if Shion and Dohko couldn't hear even one world, they were sure Kardia was angry. His face looked almost red from fury, he was talking really quickly, looking at Yato with the pity. They young boy time to time tried to defend himself, talk back to his master, but Kardia didn't allowed him to speak even once. After a long while the young trainee gasped his fists and walked away, joining the other boys of the field. Kardia took the seat beside, and with gloomy face started to observe everyone.

"It seems Kardia has hard days lately…" murmured Shion with a little worried look. For a few days the Scorpio Saint was really irritated, walking everywhere with the face of a man capable of massacring the whole town, if someone would tell any wrong word.

"I wonder why he is acting like that. I mean he was always hot headed, but these past days he looked really sulky," added Dohko, wondering about it. Kardia never was loosing his nerves like that. What happened?

"Actually it seems the other Scorpio has hard days as well…" murmured the Aries, thinking about Milo.

His companion nodded slightly, looking as Tenma failed again.

Both of them couldn't recognize this charming, energetic man Milo was at the beginning. With the every month here the future Saint was getting more silent and sad, surely carrying some new burden. Dohko could tell a little why it happened. A few days after the appearance of Camus and Milo he discovered that these two had really strong bond. It wasn't only the bond between friends. It was a bond between two people who loved each other. But it seemed that this bond was slowly disappearing here, in this Sanctuary. Like it stayed in the XX century, waiting for their return. He could see how much Camus separated himself from Milo these past weeks, learning about the new life. Even a total idiot could see this. So, it wasn't too hard to figure out what caused Milo's sad look. However a few days ago it changed. Milo regained some of his energy, some of the light inside his bright eyes. He started to be more thoughtful, and it was clear his thought were far away from here.

And he started to be like this exactly when Kardia became so angry and frustrated about everything.

What happened between them…?

"I think you should take Tenma already, Dohko," the voice of his friend reached his mind.

He shook his head and looked at the young boy, who right now was lying on the ground, blooding strongly and having broken arm. His opponent – Yato – was laughing happily on this victory, full of himself like always.

Dohko sighed deeply and quickly walked over the wounded Tenma, who even now wanted to get up and fight.