A/N: Finally!! *sighed in relief* Finally I'm able to finish it XD. Sanich, maybe the reason why I delay this fics is because I don't want to stop writing it…(sob). But anyway, here it is. Sorry for you guys who have been waiting too long. Once again, thank you so much for Akiko88 who has cheered me up, and also thank you for those who have reviewed this fics… Maybe this won't be a satisfying ending, but I hope you can enjoy this, and don't forget…:) please review….!

Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya characters.

Setting: It's been two hours after "Just for One Day" Part 1

Just for One Day Part 2

"OK, so you want me to cancel my meeting with the best hairstylists over the city only for the sake of that ex-fake tyrannize Pope. As if I'll give any damn with your silly request!" growled Aphrodite irritably.

"Aphro, please," said Mu in despair. "The most possible day to do the photo is only tomorrow, because it's only you who has something to do. While in the other days at least more than three of us have to do businesses in the same day, that is why it will be very difficult to cancel them at once."

"So you think cancelling MY precious meeting is EASY?!" snarled Aphrodite.

Hearing that, Shura whispered to Aiolos. "It will be very easy if he's not addicted to hair conditioner."

"Look, Aphro, Saga is a very dedicated senior of us," said Aiolia finally. He felt rather guilty for it was him who at last made Saga got heated. "He always sacrifices his own business for us, can't we just do the same thing towards him for once?"

"No, we can't," growled Aphrodite stubbornly.

"Please, Aphro, we'll do anything for you," begged Mu again.

Aphrodite was ready to reply with his usual irritable tone, but soon he prevented himself to.

We'll do anything for you…wow, that's a very interesting offer…

"Hmmm," said Aphrodite. "So you'll do anything in order I'll cancel my meeting tomorrow?"

There were multiple "yes". Only Deathmask who didn't say it—besides he himself wasn't too enthusiastic with this photo thing, he was also sure Aphrodite would torture his fellows with his beyond-anybody's-imagination requests.

"Fine then," said Aphrodite elegantly. "If you really mean it…I want to be accompanied by one of you to buy new perfume and some clothes so I'll look awesome when I'm being photographed tomorrow. Note: I don't want to be accompanied by SHAKA or CAMUS!"

"Alright, then, I will accompany you," said Mu in hurry. Anything for the photograph.

"Good, Mu," smiled Aphrodite. "Hmmm…and I want you to prepare the most delicious steak for dinner."

"That's easy, I'll do it for you," said Milo hilariously.

"My favourite delicious steak only exists in Sweden," said Aphrodite, caused Milo's smile evaporated. "SWEDEN?" he gasped. "Are you cra—"

He stopped when Aiolia hit his stomach with his elbow. "F…fine then…," sighed Milo, with an urge to turn Aphrodite himself as a plate of steak. "I'll get the steak," he added. He'll think about how to go to Sweden later on.

"Nice, Milo. And…let's see, I want you to decorated my bathtub with many kinds of aromatherapy candles in my bathing schedule this afternoon, Aiolia. Also, I want you to buy me a bouquet of wonderful roses. And as my bed-sheet's colour had turned unpleasant because many of you are very idiot in using washing machine, I want you to buy me new bed-sheet."

Kanon whispered to Milo angrily. "Don't you think he really looks like a celebrity which doing world-tour concert?"

"And the last…," beamed Aphrodite, which didn't make his fellows got beamed at all. Hadn't he finished with those I'm-gonna-kill-you-with-my-beauty needs?

"I want half of you to say, 'Mirror-mirror hanging on the wall, who is the most beautiful being in this whole Earth?' Then the other half will say, 'It is the Gold Saint Pisces Aphrodite'."

All Goldies looked at each other with impassive looks. This had been crossing the line.

Aphrodite waited. After ten minutes had passed and he didn't hear anybody's complimenting him, he rolled his eyes. "Alright then...better I attend the hairstylists meeting tomorrow—"

"Wait, wait!" cut Kanon. "Alright, we'll say what you wanna hear," he sighed as he glanced at his fellows with the look which said if-we-really-want-to-cheer-up-Saga-then-we-have-to-do-whatever-this-narcissitic-son-of-a-gun's-orders.

Then half of the Goldies began to mutter. "Mirror-mirror hanging on the all…who's the most beautiful being in this whole Earth…?"

Then the others continued. "It's…," their voices turned inaudible as they said "Pisces Aphrodite".

"Louder, please, louder!" said Aphrodite irritably. "Say 'Pisces Aphrodite' in a loud voice. And make sure you REALLY mention my name—I still heard one of you mentioned Marin's name instead of mine!"

Everybody was cursing in their hearts before repeating those most horrible words of all.

"Mirror-mirror hanging on the wall…who's the most beautiful being of all…?"

"It's Pisces Aphrodite…"

Aphrodite beamed. "Not bad!" he said. "You do a great job! Alright, now I'll go to the department store with Mu. Come, Mu."

Preparing the worst thing would happen to him, Mu followed Aphrodite, while the others sighed in relief and one by one leaving the house to do their usual business. Aldebaran murmured something about who's gonna tell Saga about the photograph thing. Aiolos replied that it was him who would do it, since Kanon had been going outside to buy roll of films.

Meanwhile Milo was experiencing an extreme distress. "How CAN I go to Sweden to buy steak for that %^& sissy?!" he snarled.

"Just use Kido's jetplane, Milo," sighed Aiolia. "You're luckier than me—I have to enter his bathtub and arranging those annoying aromatherapy candles. I hate those candles—I always couldn't help to sneeze when dealing with their smells."

Milo ran his fingers through his blue hair, then after cursing Aphrodite for million times, he said, "You mean I have to call Graude Foundation to borrow the jetplane, then. What will I say when they ask me whatfor it is? Does it make any sense to answer: 'Oh, I'm gonna go to Sweden to buy a plate of steak because my narcissist fellow asked me to otherwise he will bombardier me with his nail polishes if I dare to refuse'?"

"Think about some bluffs or something to lure the Foundation. That's your expertise, isn't it?"

"Not for this kind of thing!" But Milo picked up the phone and dialing the foundation's number. Only Heaven knows the things he'd told to the employers. What Aiolia knew was Milo was successful in ordering the jet's service.

"Great," said Aiolia. "Now I'll prepare the aromatherapy disaster," he sighed as he headed to Aphrodite's bathroom.

"Camus, wouldn't you mind to accompany me to go to the girl's homeland?" asked Milo to his best friend who was washing the dishes.

"I'm sorry, I have an appointment with Hyoga's headmaster at twelve," said Camus.

"Oh…okay."

"By the way, I found your picture on my desk. Your portrait with your parents that I have returned to you some weeks ago," said Camus.

"Yeah, I put it there. I want you to keep it."

Camus turned his head slowly and looked at his best friend.

Milo smiled as he approached Camus. "You keep it. I entrust it to you," he said. "I can't guarantee it will be safe in my hands. You know how I am. So…better I entrust it to you."

Camus smiled slightly as Milo held his shoulder, then he continued washing the breakfast kit.

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Meanwhile, Aiolos knocked Saga's door. There was no reply. So he directly opened the door. He saw Saga sat near the window, seemed lost in thought.

"Hey," greeted Aiolos, smiling widely.

Saga turned his head. "Yes?" he asked impassively.

"The photograph thing will be done tomorrow," said Aiolos.

Saga was startled for some times.

Then his eyes gradually sparkled. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"What about Aphrodite?"

"He cancels the meeting."

Saga smiled widely. No one had ever thought that he would be that happy only because a photograph. He then approached Aiolos and pulled his hand. "Come here...! Help me to choose which clothes I should wear when we photo tomorrow."

Saga then opened his cupboard and took almost all of his clothes. He let the clothes scattered at his bed and enthusiastically told Aiolos where he got them and in what occasion he usually wore the clothes. His eyes were sparkling, it was so obvious that the ex-tyrannize Pope was really looking forward to the day when he could be photographed with his fellows.

Aiolos replied his words excitedly, at the same time he beamed seeing how happy Saga was. The man used to get suffered because of his evil side. But now was different. There was warm smile on Aiolos's face seeing his senior happiness and expectation—how he couldn't contest the fact that when he saw somebody else's cheerfulness, he would feel the same way.

With Aiolos's help, Saga finally found the clothes which suited to be worn in the special day. It was the casual one, but Saga looked so good in it.

"You'll get what you want tomorrow, Saga," said Aiolos brightly.

"Yeah," beamed Saga. "I'd told you I would always wait for the day when we can do photograph together, and the day is coming."

Both of them smiled to each other, then they turned their heads when hearing a call from the door.

"Hey, Bro! Oh, you're here as well, Aiolos!" yelled Kanon in delight. "Look!" he raised two large shopping bags in his hands. "I've bought clothes for the sake of tomorrow!"

Saga and Aiolos looked at each other, then laughed at once.

"What?" asked Kanon, baffled.

Aiolos shook his head, still laughing. "Twins," he said.

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Dinner time had come, but Milo hadn't come back from his wasting-time-journey to Sweden.

"I want the steak!" grumbled Aphrodite, very looked like a little girl who cried for a strawberry lollipop. "Bring the steak here, or the photograph thing abandoned!"

"Aphro, Milo had taken a flight to Sweden only for the sake of you," said Aiolia. He desperately had to block the urge to throw a saucepan to Aphrodite. "Try to honour him—maybe there's something happened with the jetplane that makes him—"

"Don't say something like that," cut Aldebaran. He turned anxious.

"No, I mean maybe the jet ran off fuel or something after arriving in Sweden," said Aiolia.

"Or maybe Milo has a nice sightseeing in Stockholm right now," replied Kanon.

"He will not do that," said Mu. "No matter how reckless he is, he will not spend his time too long in Sweden only for sightseeing if he has to be the photographer tomorrow," he added as he poured the meals on Shaka's plate. Meanwhile Shaka never stopped looking at Saga who was trying for the hundredth times to contact Milo's cell-phone. "His cell-phone is always inactive," murmured Saga.

"What's happening with him?" said Shura thoughtfully. His eyes automatically turned to Camus, who apparently didn't have any will to join the dinner. Camus leant his back on the couch next to the window, looking outside. He was lost in thoughts.

"Camus?" called Shura.

"He's alright," said Camus without turning his head.

Everybody turned their heads to Camus.

"How do you know?" asked Aiolia.

"I don't know how. I just know," answered Camus.

The others then continued eating without saying anything. But Hyoga stood up and approached his teacher. "Sensei?"

Camus turned his head and smiled slightly to Hyoga.

"What are you thinking of?" asked Hyoga.

"Nothing. I just feel uneasy about the thing I myself don't know."

"But you said Milo will be alright."

"No, this is not about Milo," replied Camus, continued looking outside. "This is about something else. I don't know what it is. I'm sure Saga also feels the same way—I'm sure he desperately wants to photo together not because of nothing."

Hyoga frowned his forehead in mixture of confusion and worry. He stared at his master, then turned to Saga, who never gave up trying to contact Milo.

Continued in the next chapter