A/N: For Tifa, hope you'll like it. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya characters (my God….how many times should I write this???)

Summary: One-shot story about Milo

Setting: After Hades

The Reckless One

"Umm…," murmured Aiolia. He stood on the stairs in Sanctuary, turned his head to the left and the right. There was nobody there. He was about to ask somebody to take his picture with his camera.

"Hey, Aio!"

Someone greeted him in hilarious voice. For some moments Aiolia felt relieved; finally there was somebody there. But then his smile a little bit faded when he saw who it was.

"Hey, Milo."

"What are you doing here?" asked Milo, looked at the camera in Aiolia's grasp.

"I want somebody to take my picture," said Aiolia.

"What for?"

"Just want to," said Aiolia. Strange, suddenly a blush rose to his cheeks.

Milo grinned. "It's not for Marin, is it?"

"Nooo," answered Aiolia, but his blushing cheeks said otherwise.

Milo chuckled, then said, "Come on. I can get a shot of you. Give me the camera."

"Ummm," said Aiolia in doubt. "I…I'd better wait for Aiolos or…somebody else."

"Why?"

Aiolia stared at Milo. "Coz…you know…you're a little bit…reckless?" he said.

Milo raised his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to say something, but then somebody came.

"Hi, Aio. Hi, Milo. What are you doing here?" asked Saga.

"Great!" beamed Aiolia as he approached Saga. "Could you take my picture?" he asked, gave his camera without any doubt.

"Sure. Why not?" replied Saga.

Meanwhile Milo grinned in frustration.

"K…bye," he said as he left Aiolia and Saga. He didn't feel too upset—after all, it wasn't the first time he was being underestimated by his fellows. He walked to leave for the town—Athena ordered him to buy some books.

xxx

Milo was ready to head back to Sanctuary when a blond girl approached him.

"Excuse me?" asked the girl. She brought a classic camera.

"Yes? Wait," said Milo as his eyes widened. "Do I know you?"

"My name is Freya," said the girl.

"Freya…?...Hyoga's Freya?" asked Milo.

The girl blushed. "Umm…we're only friends."

Milo grinned. "Well…it's ok if you're not friends anyway."

More blushes rose to Freya's cheeks. "If I'm not mistaken, you're one of Athena's saint as well, aren't you?"

"No…I'm just a pawn," said Milo, nodded briefly. "I work for the Scorpio Gold Saint."

"Really?" asked Freya in uncertainty. "Anyway, this is my first vacation to Greece."

"To see Hyoga?" chuckled Milo.

"Hyoga is in Japan," said Freya, getting blushed again. "Let's get back to the topic. I want to keep the portraits of Greece panorama, but better I ask somebody to take the pictures. You know, I'm not expert in photography, I've taken lots of pictures and the results are always awful. So…could you take the pictures for me?"

Milo laughed a bit. "Um…I'm sorry, I don't think I'm an expert in photography either, so…"

"Please, I'm sure you can do it well with those eyes," the Freya insisted giving Milo the camera. "I trust you."

Milo blinked. How many times he heard somebody said that he or she trusted him…?

"Ummm…," Milo took the camera hesitantly. "I'm…I'm a little bit…reckless."

"I trust you," repeated Freya.

Milo blinked again.

"Okay…," said Milo finally. He examined the camera for a while—his late father had ever possessed such camera, so he had a little knowledge about how to adjust the lens and so on.

After everything was settled, he took a shot of a fruit-market. Then he snapped the shots of the beach, buildings, and houses. He also photographed Freya from multiple angles. He didn't know what the results of his snapshots would be, but he had to admit that he liked this click and blitz thing.

"Thank you…thank you very much," said Freya happily.

"You're welcome," smiled Milo.

"So…you live in the Scorpio Gold Saint's dwelling as well then?"

"Yeah."

"What is he like? The Scorpio Gold Saint?"

"He is…," Milo looked thoughtful. What is he like? "He is…loyal?"

"Really?"

"Yes. He is…sociable…kind…handsome," said Milo, a bit smiled. "But he isn't too…you know, many people doubt him. Well…they don't doubt his terrible Antares…but they hardly believe that he's still a human who can do…right things."

Milo smiled as he gazed at the asphalt.

"I see," said Freya. "Tell him I say hello."

"Okay," said Milo.

After shaking each other's hands, they were parting. But Milo only took few steps, then watched the girl's departure with warm smile on his handsome face.

xxx

Three weeks passed. Milo had forgotten about the photograph things. He was working on his report when somebody called from the entrance of his temple.

"Excuse me?"

Milo aroused and headed to the entrance. "Yes?"

It was a postman. He gave Milo a large envelope.

"From Asgard?" murmured Milo in complete confusion as the postman left his temple. He stepped to his table without turning his head even a bit from the envelope. He then opened the envelope, and he was so startled seeing about twenty 5-R photographs came out of it.

The photographs were so beautiful. The panorama was taken from definitely exact angles. It was like being taken by a very professional photographer.

Milo then found a letter from the envelope. He unfolded it and read it.

Dear the man with startling blue eyes. Or should I call you the Scorpio Gold Saint? I send the results of your shots three weeks ago. They're so beautiful, my sister really likes them. I hope I can go to Greece again, so that I can ask you to take the other shots of Greece panorama. Thank you once again. And you have to believe in yourself next time.

Yours truly,

Freya

Milo re-read the letter. He smiled, then continued examining the photographs. He'd never thought he could produce such beautiful pictures.

"Hey, Milo," a cold voice came from the exit of his temple.

"Hey."

"Have you finished doing your report?" asked Camus. "If yes, I'll bring it to Athena."

Milo was too busy gazing at his masterpiece that he wasn't aware Camus had stood beside him.

"Who shot the pictures?" asked Camus as he took one of the photographs.

"I did," answered Milo.

Camus went silent. He took the other photographs and examined them as well.

"You did?" asked Camus after quite long time.

"Yeah. You don't believe it, do you?" asked Milo, grinned.

"I believe it," answered Camus. "You'd ever said you liked playing with your father's camera, so I'm not surprise if you like taking pictures one day. By the way, is this Freya?"

"Yeah, your future daughter-in-law. I met her in the town and she asked me to take the pictures."

"I see."

Camus kept gazing at the photographs.

"Wait…I know that face…," said Milo as he grinned widely. "You like it. You really really really really REALLY like the photographs!"

"Who says that?" asked Camus lightly as he tossed the photos on the table.

"I do! You love the pictures! That expression…"

"Where's your report?"

"I'll bring these pictures to Aiolia," said Milo, ignoring Camus's question. "I'll show him that I can do photography better than Saga," he said as he took the pictures and walked to the entrance.

But then he stopped, and headed back to his table.

He sighed as he put the photographs on the table and continued working on his report.

"Why you come back?" asked Camus. He never stopped watching his best friend.

"To hell with Aiolia. I don't need anybody's compliments anyway. This isn't about gathering other people's compliments; this is about how I believe in myself…that I indeed can do something nice. As what she said," he said, smiled at Freya's picture.

Camus smiled slightly, then examined the photographs once more.

Minutes later Aiolia entered the temple. He looked somber.

"Hey, Aio," greeted Milo. "What is it in your face?"

"I lost the negative of my photograph. Remember? The photograph taken by Saga. I'm about to ask Aiolos to take my pic—WHOAA!! Who shot these pictures?!" shouted Aiolia in amazement as he snatched the photographs from Milo's table.

"One of my friends," answered Milo lightly.

"Can you ask him to come here?! He must be a very expert photographer!" said Aiolia in excitement.

"He's a very busy man, I don't think he can come here these days. And correction, he's not as good as you've thought," said Milo as he chuckled slightly.

He then stole a glance a Camus, who forced himself not to smile.

XXX

Next: Deathmask and Shun (what's their relation anyway? :D)