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Intuition of The Scorpio

Scorpio Kardia looked at the Sanctuary from the stairs of his Temple, slowly changing the position he was sitting in. He sighed deeply, feeling really nervous and anxious; these feelings were making him completely crazy, he couldn't calm himself down and he couldn't rest. Something similar happened to him only once in his whole life – and it ended up with Camus and Milo appearing at the boundary of the Holy Land. But that last time he wasn't so nervous. That last time it was only some disturbing feeling, preventing him to take some sleep at night.

This time he couldn't sit in one place. All his limbs were telling him he shouldn't be here – rather than sitting by the entrance of his Temple, he should go and search. Search for Camus and stop him, or if he wouldn't succeed, then help him. Everything was telling him to go, to move.

He hated this feeling. Camus should be able to deal with this mission, even if his armor was still in the XX century. The French was a Gold Saint himself, so he should be able to fight even uncovered by the Cloth. But the Scorpio couldn't help with that feelings. When this morning he met the young, aquamarine-haired Saint he saw just the smile of the Death above Camus. It was like the smile of the ice, when the chills passed through his body. Something inside him wanted to stop the young guest from the future, to not let him go alone, but Kardia wasn't a man who easily could be taken by such an impression.

Nevertheless, he couldn't calm down, having in mind, that the last time his intuition didn't fail him. Something was about to happen and it was really bad thing.

Kardia sighed angrily. He had no idea what he should think. The frustration was boiling his blood and making his heart uneasy. Milo and Camus shouldn't have been sent here in the first place. They caused him something he never wanted to have. He was thinking too much, his night were restless under the dreams about the long, green strands and the violet eyes. After this kiss Camus and Milo did in the hut and which he witnessed, Kardia couldn't stop to think about it. Every time he was talking with Degel, his thoughts were flying to that moment in the hut, when the subtle, gentle caress was done. Every time he was seeing two Saints from the future it ended the same. At night he could feel the burning heat inside his body and heart; every single time when he just called the day, the talks with the Aquarius, his voice and these clear, violet eyes, it was like something exploded inside him. It was so strange and completely new for him, that his soul had been filled with feeling of frighten.

He had no idea what he should do. This burning heat inside him was something he never experienced before and he had only one clue how to release his tension. But even small thought about doing it was filling him with amusement. How he, the great Scorpio Kardia could do something like that? It never before passed through his mind! It was beyond him, wasn't it? These feelings could be concerned only with humans, not with such a great warriors like himself!

And then the Scorpio saw them, Milo and Degel kissing at the seats of the coliseum. After he run away from them some kind of anger filled his heart. He couldn't think normally. He felt like an animal whose territory was invaded by another male. Something like that never happened to him. The only thought inside his angry mind was to go and fight with Milo, fight and show who had the right to Degel.

It passed a few long hours for Kardia to calm down after this. It was hard to do, but the Scorpio accepted the fact, that something inside his mind really desired Degel. That his body desired Degel. That he desired Degel. The awareness of this fact almost burned his weak heart. For the first time in this fast live he lived, Kardia felt afraid about his heart, really afraid that it could stop right now.

Just at the thought of Degel.

But the days stared to pass slowly, when the Scorpio tried to accommodate to this new knowledge of his desires. He was avoiding Degel as much as he could, wanting to calm down. But he couldn't. The first kiss of Milo and Camus was replaced inside his mind by the other one between the future Saint and the person he considered as only friend.

Somehow he decided what he should do. He knew that the Aquarius Saint, his Aquarius should end in his arms. It had to be like this, because if not, the wild Saint would explode completely. And that meant he had to get rid of his rival.

Oh, it was exactly how he was looking at Milo. As at rival. Kardia had to separate Degel with this kid, his successor, somehow he had to take the young, future warrior's place in Degel's arms. And even if Kardia wasn't a big thinker he was sure, that it meant Camus and Milo had to be together again. And if Camus would die now, then it was for Milo the straight path to Degel's arms. That damn French was compassionate enough to accept depressed and desperate warrior of the XX century.

After a long sigh he stood up, deciding that instead of sitting there idly he could as well follow Camus and help him. After all he could even have fun with Specters, if this alert was caused by them…

Camus sighed really deeply, feeling awful chills of his limbs. His throat was dry, he couldn't even moisturize it with the saliva. The coldness was spreading around him with icy waves, making him really nervous. Even the warm, slight wind and gentle sunbeams of the Greek's sun couldn't calm him down. He didn't even remember when the last time he felt like that, so anxious and so uneasy.

The Aquarius Saint looked at the reason that made him to feel like that and gulped with difficulty. Why, dammit, his throat was so dry? Why his legs were trembling slightly? He didn't feel afraid as well as not excited.

Three damn, full armored and at this time completely immortal Specters were looking at him carefully. At the Saint, without his armor and surely easy to be killed.

When Camus decided to go, deeply inside his mind he had the hope that this small village was destroyed only by a group of bandits. Or because of someone's joke. Or that it burned due to some small careless of villagers. He could count the possibilities to the infinity. And he definitely didn't want it to be the doing of Specters. Because the young Saint knew, that if there were more that one enemy, he could have really hard time of defeating them and staying alive.

Oh, of course, he was the Gold Saint of Athena, he couldn't be taken so lightly even without his armor. But even the proud warrior as himself could have difficulties in winning against a few things that couldn't stay dead for too long. He had to be realistic. If they were strong, of the highest level of Hades' Army, he could die very easily. If they had not to much power he had the chance. That was exactly how it looked like.

Anyway, he was Aquarius Camus and whatever their business was so close to the Sanctuary, he had to defend the honor of his Goddess with all his power.

He saw as one of the enemies smiled really wildly.

"So, dog of Athena, if you don't want to die just disappear," said the Specter with really full of himself voice.

Camus snorted under his nose.

"As if scum like you could tell me what to do," the answer of the Aquarius fell. "I won't even offer you to run away in return of your low lives, because there is no point of giving you something so merciful, trash."

Two of them chuckled. Camus wasn't sure if he said something really funny or if these two had no brain. The third one just looked at him lazily with a smile of someone who sniffed really good fun in the front of him.

"You are really full of yourself, Saint of Athena," he murmured with the content. "Even if you have no armor on your body. Are you gonna fight with us like that?"

"There is no need for me to fight full armored with the likes of you. I don't want it to get dirty."

"At least you are strong in your mouth, low human," answered the Specter.

"Stop talking. Just tear this Saint apart!" one of his companions moaned impatiently.

Camus took a few steps backward, trying to get a full view on them, thinking about the tactic he should take. The area was quite open so there were no places to hide even for a few seconds.

These two big Specters that looked like two simple-minded bulldogs, with big shoulders, stupid faces and muscled bodies didn't seemed to have any intelligence required to win against the Saint of Athena. So, they could be less problematic in the whole fight. They acted just like brainless brutal, that had to be led by someone with some traces of intelligence. But the third one that mostly talked to him… He looked more intelligent. He looked like a trouble. His eyes were sharp, his movements were really smooth. And this face, under the ill-green helmet was really sneaky, making the Aquarius feeling uneasy. Camus could tell just by his appearance, that this Specter liked to fight and surely could give him hard times.

It was clear for Camus that firstly he should focus on eliminating the sharp one. If he could kill him, then these two others would lose their commander and then, eliminating these two idiots would be really easy. He had the advantage, because French was sure they wouldn't attack him all at once. Stupid or not, they looked like they had some survival instinct.

He smiled, looking deeply into the eyes filled with disgust, and he swore on his beloved Milo, that he would wipe this awful smile from the face of his enemy.

The fight was long and tiring. Camus didn't expect to have such a trouble with them after creating his perfect tactic. It should be quick, easy. And with no serious wounds. He surely was much more intelligent than these two brutals, and even if the third one showed some sign of having any brain, it should have been much easier. The armor had no matter, if Camus could use only his brain in good way, there was no fear of being defeated by them, right?

But even if he tried to do his best, this fight led to his own defeat. Camus had to admit that he rushed too much in considering these two big Specters as the dumb ones. They actually had some intelligence allowing them to do something on they own. They were able to think on their own, taking really dangerous for Aquarius actions. And at the end it was really hard for him to fight only with the smartest one, because these two enemies could successfully prevent him from eliminating the most dangerous one. He had absolutely no idea how they figured out his perfect plan.

Of course the French hoped he would end this fight with as less damage as he could. But everything happened quite opposite and even if he won against them, he was damaged so much that he feared he would die here as well. In the middle of this somehow unfair battle and after changing his plans Camus quickly got rid of the two less intelligent Specters and after really long and hard battle with the last one, he moaned painfully and with the relief.

The last Specter snorted under his nose, laying on the ground and feeling the freezing cold approaching closer and closer. He accepted his defeat – after all this fight was really magnificent! But he had to tell some last words to the man that took his life with such an effort.

"It is a shame for you, Saint of Athena," he croaked, splitting the blood from his mouth. "It was a wonderful fight and you won. But you will die anyway, Saint. I'm the most poisonous Specter in the whole army of Hades and soon you will die in agony, really slowly."

Camus looked at him, frowning a little. The blood was leaving his body through the deep wound at his left side, and many others wounds all over his skin. And he knew that this damn Specter injected something into him a few times. It was almost invisible; the small sting moved many times but quickly as a light.

"Your senses will fade away and only touch will remain. And you will feel pain, pain so excruciating that you will ask all Gods to put you into the eternal sleep already," continued the Specter weakly, when his own life was fading away. "Only pain will stay with you, but there won't be any salvation for your suffering body and soul, Saint. Your death will be long and painful."

Camus gasped, hardly holding his vertical position. He had no idea if the poison started to affect him, but even small movement was hurting him. This fight was too long and exhausting; he already lost too much blood. How long he would last? Would he be able to return to the Sanctuary? If he would manage it, then he could get treated. And he would survive. But what if this poison would activate too quickly and kill him here?

He never thought about dying so soon. After his many deaths he already had, Camus tried to not think that sooner or later he would die again. And today, accepting the mission, he didn't consider such an event. He didn't expect his enemy to be so strong, strong enough to kill him even being defeated. He didn't want to die like that. It was frightening him now; the thought about dying here, so far away from his friends, so far away from Sanctuary was filling him with fear. Dying now? No, he would never accept that! He had so many unsettled things! Beside how he could die here, in the XVIII century like a dog, killed by Hades' pawns? Could he have such unlucky fate over his life? Or maybe it was destiny? Maybe it was his punishment for allying with the King of The Underworld, for standing against the Gods? Somehow he knew that someday the punishment would come, even if Lady Athena wheedled clemency for them. So, was his destiny to die in pain, here, in unfamiliar times, like a dog, alone?

So far away from Milo…?

"You should be really proud, Saint of Athena. I'm the third most powerful Specter under the command of great Lord Rhadamanthys. You defeated me without your armor. However it won't help you. You will die. And I will be resurrected." These were the last words of the enemy, which body was now covered by thick layer of freezing ice.

Camus sighed deeply, turning away and leaving the battlefield, tightly holding his bleeding side and dragging his heavy legs one by one in the direction of the Sanctuary. He had only to burn his cosmo to the limits, so maybe someone would be able to find him before… before this poison would kill him here. In the corner of his mind he was really happy that he met these Specters not so far away from the Holy Land and maybe this small amount of cosmo left inside him would be enough. Soon he would enter the forest that tightly surrounded the Holy Land from the south side, so he could rest a little against the trees. He would secure his steps, slowly approach where his beloved Milo was.