DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SAINT SEIYA CHARACTERS. SAINT SEIYA IS UNDER THE AUTHORIZATION OF MASAMI KURUMADA
Chapter Two
The Aquarius and Scorpio saints arrived in Kido's mansion at five p.m. Milo moved Camus wheelchair forward, and when he opened the door, a glass almost hit his face. "What the…" grumbled Milo. He and Camus then looked into the house. They didn't need any explanation again when seeing what happened there.
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN, AIOLOS!" screamed Aiolia. "YOU'RE INSANE!" he grabbed a glass and throw it to the floor. Apparently it was not the first glass he broke, for Milo and Camus saw pieces of glasses scattered on almost the whole floor. And bizarrely no one had any will to stop the fight or sweep the floor. Mu gazed outside the window, Shura kept eating in the dining room, and Aphrodite watched television.
"You must do that!" snarled Aiolos. There were sorrows in his eyes. "You must allow me to!"
"FOR THE THOUSANDS TIMES! I WON'T LET YOU AMPUTATE YOUR HANDS JUST FOR MY SAKE!" Aiolia's scream was louder than before. He grabbed another glass and broke it. "I'M FINE! HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TO TELL YOU? THE DOCTOR SAID THAT YOU HAVE NO HEALTH PROBLEM, BUT I CAN SAY THAT YOU ARE DEAF, AIOLOS! AND MENTAL!"
"If I can transplant my hands to you then you will be alright—"
"I SAID NO!" shouted Aiolia. He was ready to break the other three glasses, but Milo soon marched to him and grabbed his hand.
"LET GO!" snarled Aiolia.
"No!" replied Milo. "What is wrong with you, guys, why don't you do something to stop them?" he asked to the other three Gold Saints.
"We'd tried for an hour," said Shura, drinking his mineral water. "But they didn't listen, even after Mu's palm had been slashed by the piece of glass and Aphrodite's cheek slapped unintentionally. Oh…and Aiolia almost throw a knife to me," Shura nodded his head.
"BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO INTERFERE!" snapped Aiolia. "NOW LET GO, MILO, OR ELSE I'LL MAKE YOU SORRY FOR HAVING A FRIEND LIKE ME!"
"Aiolia, please…," whispered Aiolos.
Aiolia finally managed to free himself from Milo, and he punched his brother's face.
"Aiolia!" snarled Milo and he grabbed Aiolia once more.
"ARE YOU ASHAMED HAVING AN ALMOST-PARALYZED BROTHER?!" screamed Aiolia as Aiolos touched his bleeding cheek. "THEN YOU CAN FIND ANOTHER BROTHER!" Aiolia again released himself from Milo and ran to his room. Before slamming down the door, everyone in the common room could hear his sob.
Silence for so long.
"You're alright?" asked Milo as he clutched Aiolos' shoulders.
"I just want to help him," Aiolos said in low voice. "It's hurt to see him like that…"
"But he doesn't want you to," said Milo gently. He looked at Camus who moved his wheelchair and collected the glass fragments from the floor. Mu helped him.
"I wanted to do the same thing," said Milo. "But indeed it hurt his heart more."
Aiolos shook his head. "Why is this happening, Milo? Why him? Why not me?"
"I don't know," said Milo, gazed on the floor. "But I think it's because they love us more than we do."
"What do you mean?"
"If it were you, Mu, and me who were fainted, I'm sure that Aiolia, Shaka, and Camus would rather kill themselves instead of only shouting and threatening to mutilate their organs."
Aiolos smiled slightly. "Yes, maybe you're right," he said. He looked thoughtful for several minutes, then sighed. "I guess I have to ask for his apologize," and he stepped to Aiolia's room. He knocked the door, but he didn't get any reply. He kept trying, though.
"Too bad they stopped," sighed Aphrodite. "The fight wasn't that bad."
"Stop it, Dite," growled Shura. Aphrodite only rolled his eyes. Milo saw that there were no flowers again in the common room; he bet Aphrodite had burnt them severely.
Kido's mansion was almost like hospital when dinner time came. Shiryu was feeding Dohko and Shura, Shun cooked for Aphrodite, and Seiya took care of Kanon whom he carried from his room to the big sofa in the common room.
"Where the hell is Saga?" Kanon asked.
"He's in the hospital. It's his turn to watch Shaka," said Seiya.
"If he won't wake up until the next two years then he'd better stay in his house," replied Kanon.
Mu nodded his head. He'd just come from Aldebaran's room. "I'm thinking about the same thing."
Meanwhile Camus and Hyoga sat in front of the fireplace. Hyoga couldn't stop gazing at his master who ate the dish he'd cooked.
"What?" asked Camus, kept eating.
"Nothing…I just think that it is ironic…," murmured Hyoga. "You're a Gold Saints…but now…"
"It's not ironic," Dohko replied from the side of the fireplace. He smiled widely. "Have you ever heard that when you have big power, it means you'll also face big responsibility?"
Shiryu smiled, and Hyoga looked amazed,
"You hear that, Hyoga," said Camus, smiled slightly. He stroked Hyoga's blond hair at usual, then gazed on his eyes as if he was his own son.
Hyoga could feel his heart touched. That's the way Camus was…he was so selfless, and he seemed not to care about his condition as long his beloved people were okay.
"Aiolia," Aiolos still stood in front of Aiolia's room. "Heaven…! Aiolia, open the door, please. I've been standing here for about two hours. Please…I won't ask you to do anything again. I know you feel hurt…I'm sorry. I won't push you to do anything you don't like."
Aiolos kept standing in front of the door until 15 minutes later. The door was finally opened. And Aiolia appeared.
Seconds later the brothers hugged each other and burst into tears.
"I won't ever do such thing with Saga," said Kanon, though there was slight smile on his face.
For some time the Gold Saints were mesmerized by the touching view, until they heard screams from upstairs.
"AAARGGGH!!! DON'T HURT ME!!! DON'T KILL ME!!"
"It's Deathmask," sighed Mu.
"It's ok, I'll take care of him," sighed Aphrodite as he walked to the stairs. He looked definitely tired.
"I wonder what Deathmask sees in his hallucination," said Milo.
"I feel weird for this is the first time I feel sorry for him," mumbled Shura.
After the dinner time finished, the Gold Saints and Bronzied separated, though Shiryu still took care of Roshi and Seiya had to carry Kanon to his room. Camus, as usual, took a book from the shelf and began to read it in front of the fireplace.
"You're not changed," said Milo in frustration. "If I got paralyzed I'd better lie on my bed and watched interesting TV shows than reading awful book."
"This is not awful, Milo, this is an astronomy book," said Camus coldly.
"But you've read about thousand astronomy books."
"You won't have enough knowledge about astronomy though you've read million books."
Milo sighed. There was no use teasing his friend's weird habit again. He sat on the sofa, beside his friend's wheelchair.
"You're not going to go to your bedroom?" asked Camus.
"No."
"Why?"
"Are you complaining?"
"Yes."
"Then I won't care about your complaints," said Milo. He lied on the sofa, his head was on the side which near to Camus ' wheelchair.
Camus smiled slightly and continued reading then.
SAINT SEIYA
I'd been midnight. Kido's mansion had been very quiet. Milo had slept, but Camus had just finished reading his book. Yes…the Aquarius usually wouldn't sleep until 1 a.m. He returned the book in its place and took a blanket from the drawer. He covered Milo with the blanket then. Suddenly Camus thought about seeing Hyoga in his room and opened the door very slowly. He was right. The lamp in the room was still on and Hyoga still sat on the bed, hugged his knees. He was so surprised seeing his master.
"Sensei, what are you doing here?" asked Hyoga as he got down from his bed and approached Camus.
"You haven't slept?" asked Camus.
"Umm…I can't sleep," answered Hyoga, blushed.
Camus sighed. "Go back to your bed."
Hyoga nodded and did Camus' order. He watched his teacher moved his wheelchair to the side of his bed.
"Just try to close your eyes, ok?" said Camus.
"I have. But it's useless, you see."
"What are you thinking of?"
"Um…I think about…everything…"
"Such as?"
Hyoga didn't answer. He played with his blanket.
"Hey," Camus called. Hyoga turned his head to his master again.
"I'm ok," said Camus after several seconds.
"I know. It's just…it's so difficult for me to see you like this…"
"This is nothing. Look at Shaka. He is…," Camus couldn't continue. He always felt lack of air when he mentioned Shaka's name.
Hyoga patted his master's back, encouraged him.
"I'm alright, Hyoga," said Camus, smiled slightly.
"I know, Sensei. I will try to sleep. I promise."
Suddenly Hyoga got an idea.
"Sensei, maybe I'll be able to sleep if you read me a story."
"What?"
Hyoga moved himself to the shelf next to his bed. He searched on a book, then pulled it after finding it. He gave the book to Camus.
"Russian folk-tales," said Camus, examined the cover of the book.
"That's right. I like the story entitled "Little Snow Girl"."
Camus opened the book. To tell a folk tale to a 14 years old young man would be very awkward, yet he agreed to read it for Hyoga. Maybe it indeed could help his kid to sleep.
"Once upon a time…," Camus began to read, and Hyoga laid on the bed and listened to him. But Hyoga's attention was more directed to Camus' face than the story itself. Peace filled his heart as he watched Camus' deep blue eyes. For the hundredth times he'd been mistaken his teacher as his father whom he never met. But when he realized that Camus only six years older than him, he felt as if he'd ate very bitter pills: it was very impossible if Camus was his father; the improbability was the same as the sweet-taste of salt.
But Camus indeed had all qualifications to be a father...he really cared about Hyoga, and so the opposite. He was Hyoga's teacher, his shoulder to cry on…Hyoga had trusted him so much—he always asked his teacher to help him solving all his problems. Indeed he was cold and stern, but Hyoga could always felt the warmth coming from his eyes and his voice. That's why he felt so sad seeing him sitting on a wheelchair. If only he could give his legs to Camus, he would be ready to do that… Camus had sacrificed himself for Hyoga in the 12 temples battle…and Hyoga thought losing legs were nothing compared to that.
Hyoga kept looking at his sensei, and he couldn't help to cry. Tears fell from his bright blue eyes.
Camus stopped reading the story hearing Hyoga's weep. He took a breath, then brushed Hyoga's tears away with his hand.
"I'm sorry…," Hyoga whispered. "Your legs…my Aurora Execution…"
Camus smiled slightly. "It's not your fault," he said. Then he continued reading the story with his hand kept brushing his student's tears. As Hyoga felt the warmth of his teacher, his anxiety graduallyyogaHyoga
decreased. He tried to close his eyes, then after 15 minutes, he finally fell asleep.
To be Continued
A/N: Dohko's words "when you have big power, it means you'll also face big responsibility" are taken from Spiderman