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Ice Blade

There was no way back. No way to return. No way to see his friends. No way to hear their voices, touch their bodies, look into their eyes. To talk with them, to laugh with them. To spend the time together. He and Camus were stuck here, in the past, alone… Waiting for the new Holy War to come…

He was really shocked. He thought Lady Athena would say: "We can send you back, don't worry". But instead of these words, his nightmare came true. For these whole months he was sure that someday he would be able to see his Sanctuary, to finally talk with his fellows, to see his Pope. He believed that Pope Sage would come with some idea and that Lady Athena would help. But he never expected to hear this. Of course they said they would still try, but Camus was right. The Holy War was more important that two Saints from the future, who failed their mission. They had been defeated and in result send here, where the war with Hades knocked to the doors of the Sanctuary. It was obvious no one should be worried about them, they should take care of themselves.

But he still had the hope. He hoped so much, that it was making him deeply disappointed.

And what now? How he and Camus should deal with the fact they would never come back to the XX century?

Well, he knew how Camus would deal with it. He could feel the relief of his lover, when Lady Athena gave them this sad information. The Aquarius had now more time to read these damn books in the Pope's library, he had the time to discover more and more. He was able to live here longer. Yes, Camus was clearly happy about this situation. Why he should seek their fellows anyway? He never was friend with them, he never missed them. The life in the XX century was surely a little boring for 'oh-so-intelligent' Aquarius Camus. In their Sanctuary he had almost no one he could talk with about these wonderful things he learned from the books. But here he could talk with Degel, someone as smart as him. He could talk with Pope Sage, whose knowledge seemed to be greater than Pope Shion's. These ages were much interesting that their original one, and in this case Camus would have much more time to explore.

But he didn't want to stay here for too long. He missed his friends. And missed his Camus. Because this Camus here and now, was someone Milo didn't know. He was completely different person. Not his lover. Not anymore. So he wanted to go back, to finally be able to see his beloved French, to hear his laugh, to talk with him, to hug with him, kiss with him. And be with him. Here he felt really alone, even if he gained some friends in this place. But what was this friendship compared with these bonds he created with the future Saints? He never fought alongside with Regulus just like with Aiolia. He never almost killed Defteros, just like he almost killed Kanon in the Pope Chamber. Sisyphus never trained him like Aiolos did. Living here wasn't the same as living there.

And… The Holy War. Milo had chills just at the slightest thought about it. He felt cold thinking about fighting with Hades again. He didn't want it. The Holy War of his ages left a big scar on his soul, and taking a part in another one… He would rather die than see these damn Specters killing the Saints around him.

He knew it was shameful for the Gold Saint to think in this way. But he couldn't help it. He knew that Camus was the same, even if the future Aquarius didn't show it - Milo was aware of this fear. The French had nightmares, and the Scorpio many times had to help his lover to deal with them. So if there was a way to avoid this Holy War, if there was some small chance that Camus would never have to be exposed to Hades' darkness again, Milo would do everything.

He was scared. He was afraid that if the Holy War came finally, he and Camus could die. And Milo didn't want to die alone. Because there was no Camus with him anymore. It was the worst. To die without his beloved one.

Even now, after discovering this bad news Camus disappeared. Just after they came out of the Pope Chamber, when Milo woke up from his sad thoughts almost in their hut, he noticed his lover left Milo alone. But the Scorpio knew where he was. He was sinking into this world again, he was exploring, reading and learning. He was gladly taking everything form this chance Camus was given.

Forgetting about him…

Milo learned now how to hate this place. Yes, there were many interesting people, there were Gold Saints he didn't know but wanted to know. He could find here friends. But… With coming to these ages he lost his lover and lost his old friends. And he got trapped in his own desires, ranging inside his body and making him to do things he would never do in the future. It was really frustrating, much more now, because he was heading to the Eleventh Temple to see him. To see someone Camus should be. To see Degel…

Milo knew he shouldn't do that. It was only drawing him deeper into this trap of his desires, cornering him from all directions. It would bring them only pain. Not to Degel, but also Camus and him. And even to Kardia. But now, when Camus abandoned him again, what else he could do? He needed someone's warm words, someone's support. He needed a person beside. His lover failed, he disappeared, leaving him alone with this burden. If his beloved one would be here, beside, then he, Milo wouldn't feel any need of seeing Degel. If Camus would behave as he should, then that kiss would never happen.

So, he came here, to the Temple of the Aquarius, trying to not think that he was about to betray Camus again. He entered the building without hesitation, feeling the cosmo of its owner in the library, place when Degel and Camus spend most of their free time. He wanted to talk, to complain about this situation, maybe hear some words of understanding. To feel the warm hands on his curls, compassionate, dark eyes. He could find it here, he knew that…

Aquarius Degel already felt the approaching, burning cosmo of Milo. Actually he was afraid of it. Since that evening and the morning after it they never talked face to face, not alone. He wanted to analyze all his feelings; he wanted this excitement to disappear. But the truth was that, these past few days he thought only about this evening. He wanted to feel the warm lips on his own, soft fingers in his hairs. He wanted to touch muscular body in the way like then. He couldn't stop to desire it; he was waiting every day for Milo to come again, he was waiting for the future Scorpio to gave up and appear in the front of him.

And it seemed it finally happen. The cosmo was approaching his library very fast and Degel was only waiting for that person to stand in the chamber and look at him with these bright, blue eyes.

And he was there. Milo entered his library, with his muscular, tanned body, wonderful curls on his head and really sad and pale face…

"Oh, Milo, good morning," he said, observing carefully his guest. Milo looked horrible. His eyes were suffering from something, his expression was sad. The rest of the energy he had inside disappeared completely. "What happened? You look really terrible."

The future Scorpio looked at him with frustrated eyes and sat down at the nearby chair.

"Lady Athena said there is no way back…" he murmured, looking through the window at the azure sky. "We can't go back to our times..."

Degel gasped surprised. He really wished Milo and Camus would be able to go back, to be sent to their ages, to their friends and places they loved.

"Is it the final… final answer?" he asked, horrified.

"No…" whispered Milo. "Lady Athena said they will be still searching, but we shouldn't have too much hopes…"

Degel sighed. He could understand how hard it could be for them now, for Milo and Camus to hear something like that. "No way back. You will stay here forever." The Holy War was coming, it was knocking to their doors, but these two Saints already fought in their Holy War. It was just cruelty to force them to fight again.

"Where is Camus?" he asked? The future Aquarius should be with his lover right now. They should talk with each other, supporting each other. Hugging, kissing and doing all these things to comfort each other.

Milo shrugged.

"I have no idea. He disappeared just after leaving the Pope Chamber. I bet he is somewhere, happily reading his damn books. He wants to stay here…"

"Don't say that. Maybe… maybe he just… he just wants to think alone under this situation? Or maybe he just rushed somewhere to find the way back?"

Milo laughed shortly.

"No, he didn't. I saw this relief on his face, when Lady Athena said there is no way back. He was happy, dammit!"

He couldn't stop himself. He was so disappointed with Camus right now. Earlier he thought that his lover wanted to go back as well, that he missed their friends, their times. That if there would be the time to be sent away, he would stand beside Milo and return to the XX century alongside with him. But Camus clearly wanted to stay here, even if it meant to fight in the Holy War again.

He couldn't believe that. It hurt him, because Camus many times said he would never want to experience the same war again. The same cruelty, the same pain. But right now…

It was stronger than him. He just felt an impulse, infinite need of someone's warmness. He stood up quickly from his chair, caught Degel and pushing him against the bookstand, he linked their lips in a long and strong kiss. He wasn't able to hold himself. He wanted to kiss this man again, he wanted to make their tongues dance together, he wanted to feel these long fingers over his body. He wanted to hold him forever, linking their lips, kissing deeply, feeling the excitement passing through his body…

He wanted more…

And Degel surrounded to his will. The cold, muscular arms encircled him, pressing their bodies against each other, one of the hands sunk into blue curls. He gladly joined the lustful dance of their tongues, desiring to sink into this kiss for the eternity. It was so exciting, filling him with the warmness he never felt before. It was pleasurable in the way he never imagine it would be. It was wonderful so much, that his body started trembling form the tension inside his muscles. It wasn't enough for him, their kiss wasn't deep enough, it wasn't greedy enough for him. He knew it could be better, so he deepened it, almost crushing Milo's ribs in a tight hug. It was selfish from his side, but if Milo was about to stay here forever, then he wanted this moment to last forever.

Oh, it was really dangerous, he knew that. He and Milo should never kiss. It would lead him to the point of despair; it could bring them pain and suffering. But when he discovered the existence of these feelings, he wanted more. He couldn't hold himself. His body desired the warmness of the other one; his mind desired the presence of someone close to his heart. Milo was someone who woke up inside him these desires and right now Degel couldn't think about any other way of releasing this tension. It had to be Milo… Who else it could be…?

After a long while their kiss started to be gentler. Their tongues stopped to move so rapidly inside their linked mouths, but this excitement didn't disappeared. It was still inside their bodies, warming them and pushing them towards each other. The Aquarius learned another level of the pleasure. Pleasure coming from gentle, but passionate kiss, from the slight, delicate touches, from their trembling breaths. He didn't want to stop it. It was something he was experiencing for the first time, and he loved it so much, that even the small thought about ending it was almost painful.

But it ended delicately, in the silence. Milo departed his lips with a light sight and after another, really short kiss he hid his face in the green hair of Degel, feeling the tears inside his eyes. It was so warm, so nice in these arms of the Aquarius and he wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to kiss this man like just a while ago for the rest of his life and after that kiss he wanted to sink into the warm hug.

It was something that could bring him happiness…

The future Saint of the Aquarius was passing quickly through the Temples to the place where he felt Milo's cosmo. He wanted to tell his lover that maybe there was a way back. That maybe they would be able to return to the XX century, but they had to wait a little longer. He wanted to share this good news with his lover and then he wanted to apologize for his behavior. He wanted to hug his lover and hear warm words. He wanted to feel a slight kiss on his lips…

Se when he felt Milo's cosmo heading toward the Eleventh Temple, he followed him quickly. There was no time to waste, he had to tell his beloved one about this idea he came to. And then he wanted to see the happy, bright eyes of Milo, this wonderful smile. And he wanted to say "Let's go back together."

He wanted, he really wanted.

So when he saw the entrance to the library, he accelerated. He felt there cosmo of Degel and sad cosmo of his lover. He was so close that he could see them through the opened doors.

And he was about to call his Milo, say his name into the shadows, to give them signal that he was there. But then... Then he froze.

His Milo just stood up from the chair, caught Degel and kissed his deeply. He kissed him just in the same way he was kissing him… With the same passion… With the same strength…

He couldn't believe his eyes. For a short moment he thought that maybe it was Kardia. But no, the cosmo belonged to Milo, it was sure. So why his lover was kissing Degel? It was impossible for him to mistake them two, right? Milo knew very well which one is Degel and which one is Camus… Then why…?

He gasped his hands, and feeling like the cold blade sunk painfully into his heart, he turned away and left the Aquarius Temple.

He couldn't even think about it. Why Milo… Why Milo betrayed him? Was it because he was ignoring his lover so heartlessly? Did Milo get tired of his behavior…?

But deeply inside his heart he wasn't surprised. He knew he was too cold and emotionless. He knew that Milo deserved for someone better. He was sure that day when Milo would leave him was waiting somewhere… He knew it could happen someday. And Camus could even understand why Degel. After all, the current Aquarius had everything Camus lacked. Compassion. Understanding. Emotions. He was kind, nice, warm…

Degel had everything Camus lacked, but what Milo sought in their couple. Camus knew that from the very beginning…

"So…" he heard the gloomy smirk.

The Aquarius looked around and noticed that in his thought he was in the front of the Scorpio Temple, where Kardia, sitting on the stairs was eating the apple.

"So, I assume you saw it?"

"Huh?"

You saw them, right?" repeated Kardia, looking at the thoughtful, sad and suffering face of Camus. "Your boy and Degel. Their little games. Their kisses, touches. You have it written all over your face."

"How do you… How long…" asked Camus, really surprised. Right, how long it had been? How long Milo was sinking into the embrace of Degel? And how Kardia knew…?

The Scorpio bit the apple and after a long while he answered.

"I saw them a few days ago. I think… it was since then..." he murmured, really gloomy. "So, since you finally know… What are you gonna to do?"

Yes, what he was gonna to do? Should he do something? After all Milo did that, because he, Camus ignored him. Because he hurt him with his behavior… what if Milo was happy right now…?

"Nothing," he answered, feeling the cold blade piercing his heart completely, killing something inside him. Killing the last hope of his heart and making him accept everything.

For a long while Kardia was only watching him, having really awful feeling. The look at the young French was making him a little anxious, as if something was gonna to happen. Something really bad. It was almost the same disturbing feeling like the one about Milo and Camus coming from the future.

When the Aquarius Saint disappeared in the next Temple, Kardia snorted under his nose, ate the apple and left the stairs as well.