The Best Teacher
Scorpion Milo was looking downside in disbelief. Since Aries Mu was a traitor, and he helped the Bronze Saints to pass (even repaired their clothes also), he didn't feel baffled when the kids passed the first temple easily. But the Taurus Saint was defeated by that Pegasus kid, and three of them also managed to pass Gemini illusion. What kin of boys are them anyway?
The saint with blue hair turned his head when he felt a familiar cosmo entered from the exit of his temple. He saw a man with long turquoise hair walked calmly from the exit.
"Where are you going, Camus?" asked Milo.
"To the Libra temple," answered Camus with his usual cold and rough voice. "You know that the Cygnus Saint is my student's student. He's lost in another dimension, and I'll help him to get out from it. I'll take him to the Libra then, and I'll get rid of him myself."
Milo gazed on his best friend for few moments. "So he's Crystal Saint's student."
"He is. Better he dies in my hand than in the other Gold Saints'," replied Camus, passing Milo without turning his head on him.
Milo sighed. He knew that this wasn't easy for Camus, though the later seemed not to care. He wondered what it felt if he had to fight with his apprentice and finally get rid of him.
It'd been almost an hour. Milo kept sitting in front of his temple, waiting the result of Camus' fight with the Cygnus Saint. Well…apparently Camus succeeded defeating and killing him, since Milo didn't feel the Russian young man's cosmo anymore.
Only, what would Camus feel about that…?
Milo stood up when he saw his friend walked from the Libra temple. He looked cold as usual.
"So how is it?" asked Milo carefully.
"He's dead," Camus answered, passing his friend with emotionless face.
Milo was frozen for a while. He looked at his best friend's back, watching him walked through his temple as if there was nothing happened.
"Camus," Milo called. Finally he was able to move his feet. He ran after his best friend and held his arms. He looked straight to Camus' eyes.
"You're alright?" Milo asked.
"I am. Why am I not? He deserves it, he has no qualification to be a Saint. Now let me go."
"You're not alright. Don't lie to yourself."
"Just let me go, okay?!"
"You feel terrible, Camus. I've known you for a long time, don't pretend. For once in your life, please. Don't pretend."
Camus kept looking at Milo impassively. "I give you two choices. You release me, or you end in Freezing Coffin yourself."
"Fine. If it can cure your agony then freeze me as well."
"I don't feel any agony!"
"You do."
Camus then hit Milo's helmet very hard that it fell from his head.
"Good," said Milo after several minutes.
Camus didn't reply. He took a step to pass Milo, but once again Milo held his arms. "You're not like the others," said Milo. "You did that because you care about him, don't you? Because you don't want to see him failed."
"Just let me go—" Camus' voice was broken when Milo held him so tight and put him in his embrace. His tears suddenly fell down again and he sobbed.
He had lost Crystal Saint, and he had lost Hyoga as well…
"I'm okay, Milo…just release me now…"
"No, you're not," Milo whispered. He felt his heart was stabbed feeling Camus' tears dropped on his upper arm. Now his eyes were glistened with tears as well. "You're sad…you've lost your disciples. Just stop pretending, okay…?"
They kept embracing each other for a long time, until finally Milo released his friend, and gazed on his tears.
"Somehow…," said Camus after several minutes, "I can still feel his cosmo, though it's very weak. But I don't hope he will survive from the coldness. I don't want him to be defeated by the other Gold Saints."
Milo nodded full of understanding.
"Now…are you satisfied?" asked Camus, brushing his tears away and tried to return his stern and cold look again. "Will you let me go? I want to be alone."
For this time Milo knew that Camus wasn't pretending. He let Camus continued passing his temple then. The Aquarius stepped forward to the exit, and when he arrived there, Milo called him again.
"Camus."
Camus stopped slowly.
"You're the best teacher I've ever met," said Milo earnestly. "Crystal Saint knew that. And I'm sure that Hyoga did."
Camus stood in his place for a moment, and continued walking.
Yes…he was the best teacher. And he somehow felt sorry for that. He silently hoped that he hadn't been the best teacher…so that he hadn't needed to lock Hyoga in the coffin. Above all…he also hoped that he hadn't met either Crystal Saint or Hyoga…
…for he had loved them too much…
The End