Hello, me again :) This is sequential drabbles and shot stories about Camus and his student (or his son :)). As this fic is sequential then it's better to be read from the first chapter. This won't be long, I promise…:D For Daniela, thanks very much for the suggestion :) English is indeed not my first language, so I'm sorry for any grammatical errors. Oh, and please review…:)
Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya characters
Setting: After Hades, when the Gold and Bronze Saints have lived in Kido's mansion in Japan
Misunderstood
November 17th
Camus walked with his student on the sidewalk. Hyoga had accompanied his teacher to a bookstore and now they headed back to Kido's mansion.
"Um…Shihyou?" asked Hyoga after several moments.
"Yes?"
"I'm hungry," said Hyoga, blushed.
Camus smiled slightly. Fortunately there was a small pizza restaurant near the place they walked on. Camus gave Hyoga a sign to enter it, and couple minutes later, they had sat in the restaurant.
"Good afternoon," said the chubby waitress as she approached Hyoga and Camus' table.
"Good afternoon. I'd like to order one with pepperoni please" said Hyoga. "Oh, and a glass of sundae."
"Okay," said the waitress. "Anything else? Maybe your father would like to order our cream soup?"
Hyoga baffled. "Father?"
"Yes," the waitress pointed at Camus politely.
Camus and Hyoga looked at each other, then Hyoga laughed a bit. "Um…actually—"
"Something cold, please," Camus cut and said to the waitress. "Anything cold."
"Okay," then the waitress left the table after Hyoga said "Thanks."
Hyoga felt nervous afterwards, while Camus stayed cold as usual and opened the book he'd bought.
Several minutes later, a young boy approached Hyoga and Camus' table.
"Hello," said the young boy.
"Yes?" answer Hyoga.
"Here," the boy put a ballpoint on the table. "I saw this pen dropped from your father's pocket," he said to Hyoga.
"What…?"
"This man. This is your father, isn't he?" the boy pointed Camus.
Hyoga was frozen, but Camus kept calm as usual, though for some seconds there was also surprise expression on his handsome face.
"Thank you," said Camus to the boy. The boy smiled, then left the table.
Hyoga felt more nervous than before. He tried not to look at Camus' face.
Several minutes later, a blond girl approached Hyoga's table.
"Hyoga?"
Hyoga turned his head, then stood up with beam. "Ellie!"
"How are you?" asked Ellie, blushed.
"F…fine," Hyoga answered. He got blushed as well. "You?"
"I'm fine," said Ellie.
"Well…I'm about to go to the orphanage tomorrow," said Hyoga.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You know…bring watermelons as before."
Ellie chuckled.
"Oh, Ellie, you haven't known this man, have you?" asked Hyoga, glanced at Camus.
"I have," Ellie smiled at Camus. "Well…I hadn't seen him before, but it's obvious."
"Yes, he is—"
"You've been in long journey from Russia, haven't you, Sir?" Ellie beamed as she asked Camus.
"Um…I don't live in Siberia again—I live here now," said Camus.
"But you're Russian as Hyoga, are you?" Ellie asked again.
"He's French," Hyoga answered.
"Ow, Hyoga…so your father is French? You never told me," said Ellie in amazement.
Camus and Hyoga looked at each other again.
"Um…Ellie…," said Hyoga after recovering from his shock. "I'm an orphan. This man is my teacher."
"Oh…," Ellie put her hand on her mouth, looked extremely blushed. "I'm sorry…I completely forgot it…you very resemble each other," she looked at Camus and Hyoga, "that's why I thought you're father and son…"
"Ellie onee-chan!" a call from the restaurant's door. A little girl waved her hand to Ellie. "Let's go."
Ellie startled, then bowed her back to Hyoga and Camus. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Nice to meet you, Hyoga. And Mr…."
"Camus," said Camus.
"Right…Sir. See you," then Ellie left the restaurant.
Hyoga sat on his chair again. Now he felt like he wanted to leave the restaurant as well. He didn't mind—well, in fact he was so happy when everybody thought Camus was his father, but what about Camus himself?
"What do you think?" asked Camus suddenly, caused Hyoga jumped a little.
"What?"
"She said we resemble each other," said Camus. He didn't shift his attention from his book.
"Um…," Hyoga didn't know how to answer. "I…well…I don't think we resemble each other. I mean…we have different hair colour. Yes, we have blue eyes, but yours are much deeper…and your skin is light brown and mine is rather pale…and…ummm…well, I don't think we're alike in appearance."
"Do you think so?"
"In my opinion, yes."
"But why everybody's thinking we're father and son?"
Hyoga didn't directly answer. A waitress came, then she put the pizza, sundae, and a bowl of cold salad on the table. Hyoga began to eat his pizza then, but in the middle he asked, "You don't like it, do you?"
"Don't like what?"
"Being called as my father. The people in the bookstore, they also thought we're father and son. And in the shinkansen. And in the supermarket. You must be bored," murmured Hyoga.
Camus gazed at Hyoga, who looked somber.
"Do you know why people always considered us as father and son?" asked Camus then.
Hyoga didn't answer. He kept eating without looking at Camus.
"Because they notice my gaze on you," said Camus.
Hyoga raised his head, stared at his master.
"I always gaze on you as if you're my own son, Hyoga."
Silence between them.
Hyoga gazed on his teacher, who gave his rare smile to him. It was a warm smile, and Hyoga remembered that it was a smile which Camus only gave to him.
Tears streamed down Hyoga's cheeks as he bit his pizza. Camus didn't say anything, only stroked his student's hair and brushed away his tears. After that, Camus began to eat.
When they exited the restaurant, Hyoga grasped Camus's arm. He smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Shihyou," he whispered.
Camus replied his smile as he stroked his hair again. "You're welcome, kid."
"If only you were my real father," said Hyoga in miserable tone.
"Blood relation is only a status," said Camus. "As long as there's love in your heart, it doesn't matter whether I'm your real father or not."
Hyoga nodded and grasped his master's shoulder tightly.
Minutes later, there was a man approaching Camus and Hyoga. He brought a camera.
"Hello, excuse me, I'm a photographer, I'm looking for a father and his son to be the model of a cereal advertisement," said the man. "May I take your picture to be one of the candidates?"
Hyoga and Camus looked at each other.
"What do you think, son?" asked Camus then.
Hyoga laughed a bit. "It's up to you…Too-san."
Camus gave his rare smile once again.
A week later…
Milo, Aiolia, and Saga were reading a family magazine together. They didn't have anything to do and reading magazines was their usual habit when they had leisure times.
And their eyes almost jumped from their places when they saw a cereal advertisement in page 72.
"WHAT?!" three of them shouted together.
"This is Camus and Hyoga," whispered Saga.
"What are they doing here?" asked Milo, baffled as he stared on the picture where Camus and Hyoga sat in front of a bowl of cereal. Smiles were on their faces.
"It's obvious, isn't it, they become the model of this advertisement," chuckled Aiolia after recovered from his shock.
"Look at the slogan," said Saga as he pointed the slogan of the cereal.
Milo and Aiolia read the slogan, and a warm smile appeared on their faces as they read it.
"We will always love to complete your breakfast time, just like a father who will always stay beside his son."
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