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Summary: Shaka and Camus go shopping

Setting: After "Hades"

Trash, pt. 2

"Come on, Shura, take the lotteries."

Shura moved forward to pick two lotteries to decide who had to go to the supermarket to buy daily needs. This lotteries technique had been established for about a week. It aimed to prevent the Goldies doing childish things as usual (for example, throwing thorny roses to everyone in the mansion for being jealous to the one who's obliged to go shopping). It was also purposed to give all of the Goldies chance to feel how going shopping could be very interesting (or very annoying).

"K…the first is…," Shura unfolded the lottery. "Shaka."

Most of them groaned, including Shura himself. A lot of Goldies were more suitable to do this "big" thing, such as Aphrodite, Milo, Aldebaran, and Mu, but why the "winner" had to be the most unlikely man? How many men closest to god who fitted to go to supermarket?

"And the second is…," Shura took a deep breath, began to unfold the lottery. Everyone took a deep breath as well, as if the lottery determined their life and death.

Shura sighed as he read the lottery.

"Camus."

Multiple groans again. This wasn't better than the previous, except Camus was employed to keep the meats sold there frozen.

Apparently both Shaka and Camus felt the same way, because they didn't look even slightly enthusiastic about this job.

"Well, Shaka, Camus," said Shura as he approached Shaka and Camus and gave them the shopping list. "This is the things you have to buy."

Camus received the list, and his wonderful deep blue eyes widened for the list's length was more than two meters. Shaka opened his eyes (now he had been accustomed to do things with closed eyes as before) and he widened his eyes as well.

"Ummm," said Shura, a bit blushed. "Actually…we only need the list number one until number twenty…but the blokes need additional things…so…there it is. 100 lists."

Camus and Shaka looked at each other. They couldn't say even a single word….

Well, at least now Camus felt a bit relieved for being Shaka's couple—he could imagine how many plastic bags they would bring from the supermarket. Fortunately Shaka was an expert in bringing weight things.

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Camus took a deep breath after taking the last thing from the list. It was Hyoga's order: a bear-shape cushion. He wondered whether Milo was right: did he indeed love his son too much that Hyoga couldn't help to become more childish than before?

Camus stared at his trolley. There were so many things inside the trolley that it had turned into a mountlike figure. It was almost as tall as Camus himself!

A minute later, Shaka approached him. He looked stunned.

"By the name of Twin Sala," said Shaka calmly. "I only left you to the toilet for about ten minutes and you have removed Mount Everest to this supermarket."

"Just two steps," said Camus as he struggled to move the trolley forward. "First, fulfill all of their requests. Second, done."

Shaka smiled slightly. "Wait, Camus," he said as he held Camus's arm, asked him to stop. "What is the pillow for?" he asked as he stared at the bear-shape cushion.

"It's Hyoga's order, I don't know what for it is," mumbled Camus, rolling his eyes.

"Hmmm," said Shaka. He took the cushion, then returned it to its shelf.

Camus was baffled. "What are you doing?"

"Returning the pillow," answered Shaka calmly.

"But Hyoga—"

"Hyoga's pillow is still in good condition. I think he has not needed the new one, moreover the one with bear-shape," explained Shaka. He picked another thing from the trolley. "What is this?" he asked.

"It's a packet of beers," answered Camus, frowned his head. Although he didn't like beers he still could recognize it, but why couldn't Shaka? (no need to ask about it actually…) "Kanon's order," Camus added.

"Beers are intoxicating. We do not need to buy this trash. It will disturb Kanon's health," said Shaka. He and Camus moved to the shelf for beers, and Shaka returned the beers there.

"Wait, what if they make complain about this?" asked Camus, who forgot to stay cold as usual despite of Shaka's action.

"They will be a monkey on Buddha's palm then," answered Shaka in dignity. He walked and pushed the trolley forward. Camus didn't know how Shaka managed to walk elegantly with his blond hair waved gently.

"What is that?" asked Shaka as he pointed something in the trolley.

"Ten boxes of chicken lasagna. Aldebaran's order," answered Camus.

"It contains a lot of fat. We do not want Aldebaran's size to turn bigger than Kido's mansion, do we?" Shaka returned all of the lasagnas to the shelf. "Trash," he said.

They continued walking. Camus didn't want to imagine Aldebaran's reaction if he found that there wasn't any lasagna in the plastic bag.

"Is it a cage?"

"Yes. Milo orders it for his scorpion."

"For only one scorpion," corrected Shaka, returned the tank to its shelf. "If he thinks that he can place one scorpion in one tank that easy, he is wrong. Let the scorpions stay in the same cage, it will thicken their brotherhood anyway. What is that?" Shaka pointed another thing.

"Towels. Saga," answered Camus, nodded slightly.

"I see that Saga's towel is still in its good condition. I do not think he needs more towels. He orders it only for adding his bath-kit collection. Trash," and Shaka returned the towels to its place. "Now is your turn, Camus," said Shaka.

"What?"

"Yes, choose the things which you think are not important, and return it to the shelf."

Camus hesitated. He looked inside the trolley, wondering if this was a right thing to do.

Finally he took a beauty case, and returned it to its shelf. He was startled by the effect.

This is fun…

"Ummm…Aphrodite's order," said Camus slowly. "He's…got hundred beauty cases, I don't think he needs more."

"Good," Shaka beamed.

The Aquarius and the Virgo continued returning a lot of things, until the trolley was only filled with the things they truly needed.

"Umm, Shaka," Camus murmured as they stood in a line of the cashier.

"Yes?"

"You do this because you love them, right?" asked Camus. It was a little bit weird asking that—he wasn't a type of person who was accustomed to say such thing. But he just couldn't help it. "You care about them, you don't want Kanon to get ill because of the beers…and so on."

"There is no absolute love or hatred," replied Shaka in dignity. "The same with the fact that there is no absolute good or evil."

"Oh…ok. I understand."

Actually Camus didn't understand at all.

When both of them had got out of the supermarket with things in their hands, Shaka asked, "Do you want to know the thing I want to do after giving these bags to our fellows?"

"What?"

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Shaka smiled looking at the photo in his hand. Yes, the thing that he wanted to do was taking his fellows' picture when they were hysteric. He chuckled on the memories when his fellows found that there was nothing they wanted in the plastic bags.

"Where the HELL IS MY BEERS???!!!"

"I've been restraining my hunger on the lasagnas for WEEKS and they didn't fulfill my order???!!"

"My goodness…does Camus hate my scorpions THAT BAD?!"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE THE TOWELS?! I CAN'T TAKE A BATH IN PEACE WITHOUT THE TOWELS!!"

Honestly, they looked soooo cute.

"What a trash," Shaka said. There was a warm smiled on his serene face as he gazed on the photograph. "Worthless," he continued.

But he, again, put his fellows' picture along with his most valuable books.

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Next: Camus-Milo