Welcome all to an AU re-write of the classical era of Saint Seiya, full of twists and turns, slash and straight pairings and therefore anything... ancient Greek. It will include a mystery regarding Athena, and her familial rivalries. This story is co-authored by my friend, an Author of bottomless skill and talent.

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When Mitsumasa Kido went to Greece, he was not expecting to return home with a child. He had planned on hammering out his deal with the Solo family and returning home, alone. Yet it seemed Fate had other plans for him, as he discovered quickly.

He wasn't sure what had possessed him to step out onto the grounds of the Sanctuary. As a civilian, he was expressly forbidden from entering unless granted permission. He just had this feeling that he should be there.

And that was when he found them.

"P-please. Take her."

Mitsumasa looked down, startled, at the sound of a young voice. His eyes met a young man, battered and beaten to within an inch of his life. At first, Mitsumasa was horrified. The boy looked no older than fifteen-who would beat a child so badly? Then he noticed a baby girl cradled in the teenager's arms.

The boy opened his eyes and locked pleading green orbs on the old man.

"Please."

"Y-you're hurt. I'll get help…"

"No" the boy cut Mitsumasa off. "You have to get her out of here. If they find her, they will kill her."

Mitsumasa took the infant from the youth and studied the baby girl. A fine fuzz of light purple hair covered her scalp, and large blue eyes stared at him from within her cherubic face. The infant was adorable, but he could see nothing extraordinary about her.

"Who's going to kill her? Why? Who are you?"

The boy winced in obvious pain.

"My name is Aiolos - that baby is the goddess, Athena. Evil has invaded the holy walls of the Sanctuary and it's trying to kill Athena. Please...take her with you. I can't protect her any more. Take her. Raise her as a normal child…"

Weakly, the boy pointed to a golden box bearing the Sagittarius symbol.

"Take that, too. Now. Go."

Mitsumasa looked at the boy, torn. He couldn't in his right conscious leave the child there when he was so obviously injured. Yet at the same time, the boy was so passionately and urgently pleading with him to leave.

He hoisted the heavy box onto his shoulders and adjusted the infant in his arms.

"Aiolos, right? I'll be back. I promise, I will get help for you, too."

The youth didn't respond. Mitsumasa's heart raced as he hurried back to his private helicopter and settled the baby and the strange gold box into it.

"There's a kid - a teenage boy - down there and he severely needs help" he told the pilot.

The pilot said he understood and that he would radio help. Within ten minutes, the help had arrived. Mitsumasa left the baby girl with the pilot and directed the medical personnel to the spot he had left the ailing boy.

The ground was soaked in Aiolos's blood. Aiolos himself, however, was no where to be found. A few scraps of fabric from the young man's shirt and the red headband he'd worn around his forehead were the only things left behind.

"It looks like he's gone. Spread out. Search the area."

Even as he heard one of the paramedics giving instructions, Mitsumasa knew it was no good. The people Aiolos had been running from had caught up with him. They'd taken him and done God only knew what to him. He only hoped that death had come quickly and the youth had not suffered too much more than he already had.

He picked up the headband and ran his finger over a few dark brown hairs stuck to it. He'd broken his promise.

However, the baby was safe. He could do as the boy had asked. He would take the girl back home with him and raise her as his granddaughter. No one would have to know otherwise until the time came for her to fulfill her duties as a goddess-if she really was Athena.

Mitsumasa stuffed Aiolos's headband into his pocket and headed back to the helicopter.

Saori Kido returned home with him that day.

Three years later, as he watched his young granddaughter enjoy an afternoon snack of hot chocolate and cookies, he had his first premonition. In his mind's eye, he'd conjured up an image of a little boy. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he had to find the boy. Somehow, the child was linked to his granddaughter.

It was no secret that Mitsumasa loved his granddaughter more than life itself and would do anything he had to to keep the girl safe and happy.

Saori looked at him, her blue eyes wide and questioning.

"Grandfather? Are you ok?"

Mitsumasa shook his head to clear it and smiled lovingly at Saori.

"Yes, Love. I am just sad. I will have to leave you for a few days to take care of business."

Saori pouted.

"I wanna go with you!"

"I know, but that is not possible."

For a second, Mitsumasa thought Saori might cry or throw a tantrum. She did neither, and instead jumped from the table, yelling that she was going to go find Tatsumi to play with.

Mitsumasa chuckled, almost feeling sorry for the bodyguard he had hired to look after his granddaughter. Almost.

He grabbed the suitcase he kept packed for sudden business trips and set out at once.

His vision lead him to Colorado, in the middle of a heavily wooded area in the mountains. A log cabin was the only sign that anyone lived in the area. Mitsumasa approached the cabin cautiously, wondering how he could explain his vision without sounding psychotic.

Before he could knock, the door to the cabin swung open. A tall, powerfully built young man of about twenty stared out at him. Mitsumasa shuddered at the man's eyes-honey brown, with a lighter burst of copper color around the pupil that somehow made him think of fire. Long, black hair hung to the man's waist. He did not look friendly.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I am looking for a child. A little boy. Blond with blue eyes. Have you seen anyone like that?"

The man's jaw clenched visibly and his pale hand curled into a fist. For a moment, Mitsumasa swore he saw his eyes flash red and was sure the man was going to punch him.

"Come to finish the job, have you? I'm afraid you'll have to come through me, first. And I assure you, you will not survive."

"I do not wish to fight you..."

The man opened his mouth to speak, but before a word left his lips, his eyes widened. His already pale face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

Mitsumasa took a cautious step forward.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Brother? What's going on?"

Mitsumasa turned at the sound of a child's voice and realized the cause of the man's sudden alarm.

Standing before them was the child from his premonition. Up close, he could tell the child was of Native American descent, although his skin wasn't quite as dark and his eyes and hair were light.

The dark-haired man was at the child's side so quickly, Mitsumasa couldn't recall seeing him move.

"I won't let you take Dakota"

"I am sorry" Mitsumasa apologized. "But I must. He is somehow linked to my granddaughter."

The little boy, Dakota, pulled away from the dark-haired man's side and eyed Mitsumasa critically.

"It's ok. You've taken good care of me since my parents died, but I have to go with him."

The man also eyed Mitsumasa. Mitsumasa was under the impression that if the man could have ripped his throat out, he would have. With his bare hands.

"Are you sure?"

Dakota nodded.

"Yes. He will not harm me. I can tell. I know you wanted me to go train with you in Scotland, but I am needed elsewhere."

Mitsumasa was impressed with how eloquently the boy spoke, even at his young age.

The man with the dark hair nodded.

"Very well. Take good care of him, Old Man."

The child slipped his hand into Mitsumasa's.

"Goodbye, Big Brother. I'm sure we'll meet again in the future."

Mitsumasa had his doubts, but didn't say anything. He was eager to take the boy and get back to Japan, away from the woods and the scary man with the eyes that burned like flames.

Three years after he adopted Saori, Daisuke Kido was added to the family tree.

The destinies of Saori and Daisuke were definitely tied together. Unfortunately, Mitsumasa had no idea of the roles the two would play for one another.

However, he was about to learn.

To Be Continued...