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Over-worried

March 7th

"I'm not hungry!"

"You've got to eat your breakfast, Hyoga, unless you won't be strong enough to work on your examination."

"I have to go now, I'm late, Shihyou!"

"At least bring the toast and the apple—"

"I said I don't need it! Oh…where's my shoes?! SEIYA!"

"Hyoga—"

"Sensei, stop that!" Hyoga put his hands on both of his ears. He woke up late and he would arrive at his school the next day if he did what Camus asked. "I have an examination and I don't want to be late, okay?! I can live without breakfast, so stop treating me as if I'm a five years old child!"

Camus tossed the toast on the table harshly. "Fine," he said coldly. "Do whatever you want and don't expect me to visit you if you end in hospital!"

"I won't ever expect such thing!"

"Then go now!"

"I'll go!"

"And don't come back here until you grow up, Hyoga!"

"I will only come back here when my sensei has locked himself in Siberian glacier!" snapped Hyoga. He'd found his shoes, and soon marched to the door and banged it. Either Hyoga and Camus didn't care about the stares of the other Goldies and Bronzies who were also doing breakfast in the common room.

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When Hyoga had come back home…

"Hurt…really hurt…," whined Hyoga, pressed his stomach in desperation.

"I'd told you to eat your breakfast before going to school," said Camus sternly as he slowly fed Hyoga with gastric medicine.

"Stop blaming me, Shihyou…oh…I'd better face thousands Poseidon marines than deal with this…," whispered

Hyoga after he drank the medicine.

Camus didn't reply. He couldn't help to think about Isaac when Hyoga mentioned "Poseidon Marines".

"Hurt…I can't help it…Sensei…hurt…"

Camus sighed, then took the ice-cubes he had prepared and slowly put them on Hyoga's stomach.

Hyoga's whine gradually stopped, though he still looked as if he was stabbed by thousands nails.

"Better?" asked Camus.

Hyoga nodded weakly, then he began to close his eyes.

"Sensei…," said Hyoga after some moments.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry…"

Camus' face softened a little. "It's ok."

Hyoga opened his eyes and gazed at his master with his bright blue eyes. "I won't shout at you again…," he said.

"I promise…"

Camus smiled slightly, then squeezed his student's arm firmly.

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The day after…

"I have to go to school!"

"You can't go to school in this condition, Hyoga, you still have stomachache."

"I've recovered, Sensei, just stop preventing me, ok?! I have an examination and I have to go to school NOW!"

"You can have the examination later on—I can ask the headmaster's permission to—"

"I said I'm alright! My goodness…where's my socks?! IKKI!"

"Hyoga—"

"Sensei, stop that!" snarled Hyoga as he put his hands to his ears. "Stop treating me as if I'm a five years old child!"

Silence between them for long time. Either Hyoga and Camus didn't care about the stares of the other Goldies and Bronzies.

"Shihyou," said Hyoga after taking a deep breath. He stepped closer to his master. "I'm alright."

Camus gazed at his student, and he was so startled when his kid approached him and hugged him tight.

"Trust me," said Hyoga then as he released his hug.

Camus took a deep breath, then nodded slightly. "Alright," he said, almost whispered. "I trust you, kid."

Hyoga smiled, then continued searching his socks. After finding it, he turned back and left the mansion.

Camus glanced at the gastric medicine. He was about to give it to Hyoga, but he chose not to.

Because he had to believe that his kid would be alright.

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