Venom:

Queen of Hearts:

It had been a long week for Shaina. Her best friend had taken a flight to Tokio, and her man had stayed in the Sanctuary, broody, moody, crying, and probably kicking his sibling's ass most of the time. It was a pity, and it somehow depressed her. Love was a wonderful thing, and Saga made Saori happy... No one had the right to tear them appart.

So when Milo commented that he was joining Saga, to accompany him to London, to the press conference, she had a bittersweet encounter of emotions.

Saga was going to fight for her, after all, and she felt glad. The woman deserved to be fought for, and she loved him back, with passion beyond description.

And then there was this slight tug in her heart when the fact that Milo was leaving the Sactuary for three days hit her like a brick.

She first decided that she would spend the days with Marin, finishing her postponed chores, and helping Seiya and her with his training. Then she decided to go with Kanon for cook classes, and spent one whole day talking about books with Shura, then watching movies with Deathmask, and shopping with Aphrodite.

Then again, there was no jerk that reminded her how unattractive she was, and fucked her brains out afterwards. Repeatedly. There was no idiot who got an erection out of her only bending over to pick up a pen, or his distracted, gentle kisses along her neck, as his arms wrapped protectively around her smaller torso, to then realize what he was doing, and release her quickly from his grip. No petty insults and crappy brakfasts in the mornings, or arguements about her way of dressing outside the Sanctuary. Or why she spent that much time in the Capricorn House.

No more of his obsessive neurosis, or his non-admitted jealousy.

She supposed she should have been glad... that she had gotten rid of her very-much possesive lover for four whole days...

But she found herself missing him like crazy.

She found herself staring at her wall, and humming his favourite song ( from a band named 'Aerosmith', a song named... 'Jaded', she believed ) and wrapping herself in one of his shirts, inhaling his scent sharply. He was going to wash it, but she had prevented it by hiding it under his bed. She found herself also writing his name in her own palm, while she was supposed to write a phone numner from another Amazon, and smiling at it like a flipping idiot.

And at last, she found herself waitinf for him in the airport, using his shirt, that reached her thighs, and a mini-skirt, with her usual snickers, waving at him widely as he arrived with the tall Saga by his side.

And for the first time, the name Seiya, to her, seemed meaningless, and no more than a past memory.