And the beginning of the Galaxian Wars, my friends. The first part is written by my friend and I wrote a majority of the rest. Be warned, there are some minor Homosexual parts, and my friend and I are contemplating a Winter Hiatus. All the same, enjoy!
The Galaxian Wars opened up with so much fanfare, Seiya had to wonder if the spectators were aware they were about to watch a bunch of teenage boys fight each other.
"Looks like the girls are really into you" Jabu commented in amusement to Shun.
A good portion of the stands were full of girls in their early teens, screaming for Shun and waving banners that proclaimed the Andromeda saint's name. The green-haired boy looked uncomfortable with all the attention.
"I guess if being a Saint doesn't work for me, I could try acting."
The group laughed. It was as if no time had passed at all between them, their friendships rekindled immediately. With two exceptions.
Ikki and Daisuke stood away from everyone else, neither one showing any interest in light-hearted conversation. They had changed...What could they have gone through that was worse than what anyone else had endured?
Seiya wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Suddenly, without warning, every light in the building went out. Stars began to appear against the black backdrop.
Saori Kido made her grand entrance. Dressed in a gown of purest white with a gold crown of laurels in her hair, she looked ethereal, like a goddess descending from the heavens. Her hair had grown long in six years, and she wore it completely down, the look giving her a bit of mystery.
The crowd gasped, commenting on how beautiful and elegant the girl looked.
Of course she was pretty. Girls like Saori were always pretty.
Seiya turned away in disgust. He didn't even hear a word of the girl's opening speech.
He just wanted the fights over so he could find his sister.
Daisuke had to admit that he was impressed with what the old man had accomplished with this arena, emulating ancient Greek architecture and technology balanced into a unique equilibrium, a rare thing to be seen in the modern day and age. Although, regardless of it it were modern or old, a single punch from a Saint could rend the walls apart.
"I hear you're up against Wolf in the first round," stated Phoenix, as the broad Saint crossed over to Daisuke.
"And?" asked Daisuke, his orange-blond hair being blown in the breeze as he watched the crowd get antsy. "Would you rather fight him than me?"
"Would I be wishing you luck if I did?" stated Ikki, and Daisuke snickered.
"Probably not," Daisuke grinned, before heading off just as he was announced to fight.
"And now, the first match! Give it up for Wolf Nachi and Corona Borealis Daisuke!" shouted the Fight Announcer.
The sound of cheers and applause practically shook the stadium.
Daisuke ran towards the Arena and jump in the air, back flipping once he called his cloth to him that burst out of the Cloth Box that sat on the stage nearby, the Corona Borealis Box opened revealing a figure holding up a crown over its head. The figure then shattered apart, causing the individual parts of the armour to attach themselves to Daisuke.
Armored boots that came half-way up his upper leg at the back but protected up to even the upper legs with different sizes of armoured plates, a chestguard that with pointed bottoms that covered the entire of Daisuke's upper body and was emblazoned with diamond and crystalline shapes, it had big bulky plates for spaulders and fingerless long plated Gauntlets, upon its head was a face-framing crown with four diamond plates sticking together out of the top of it.
As he landed in the area, Daisuke noticed Nachi also waiting in his Cloth, quite similar to the Pegasus Cloth and the Lionet Cloth, the Wolf Cloth had a single piece of chest armor directly over the heart. It had similar boots, knee armor and gauntlets, the helmets were an alternate size and shape however to either of its fellow Bronze Cloths.
"Now Nachi, lets have some fun!" announced Daisuke, as he closed his left fist and raised his open right fist and motioned 'come' at the Wolf Saint.
Daisuke was practically dancing around Wolf Nachi and enjoyed the close calls that the quick Bronze Saint laid upon him, with sudden ease Daisuke jumped clean over Nachi's Dead Howling ability only earning a cut on his upper leg in the process of doing so, it seemed that each Bronze Saint had been taught a different field of combat: Jabu had been taught how to expertly kick, Ban had been taught unrelenting offense and Nachi had been taught overwhelmingly quick attacks.
Very few, Dakisuke saw, had come to understand the true meaning of Cosmo and its place within the fighting of the Saints.
Daisuke backflipped over Nachi as the Wolf Saint attempted to attack him from behind and grabbed the Wolf Saint by the shoulders before throwing him across the arena, the Wolf was quickly upon his feet again and on the offensive but Daisuke quickly began jetting back and forth away from his close strikes and ignored the insults that the gasping wolf threw at him, Daisuke pulled his left arm back and punched with such force that Nachi's Dead Howling ability was neutralized before it could even touch Daisuke in a vital part of his upper body.
'For a Saint, brute strength or speed do not win battles,' smirked Daisuke as he exploded his Cosmo, and with unrelenting Force punched Nachi right in the Wolf Cloth's small breastplate piece, an explosion of flame rippled around Nachi and as he fell his Cloth shattered into heated pieces of shrapnel.
'A Saint with a stronger Cosmo than his opponents, wins battles.'
For someone of Daisuke's calibur, Nachi had been one of the easiest opponents Daisuke had fought against and the terrain was a travesty, where he had trained had had mountains and cliffs in abundance. Part of the United Kingdom, Scotland was one of the far more wild countries than England, while England was all low ground and perfect for normal Humans there was undoubtedly far more harsh terrain and hidden valleys in Scotland that was perfect for pushing human endurance and secret Saint training.
Although he had known Aiden when he was younger, Daisuke had made sure that his Master had pushed him to the extreme of human endurance, and just as he had crawled to the top of the highest mountains on that great island nation so too would he force his way by will alone if needs be to the position of Champion within this tournament. If anything, to prove to his air head of a sister that he did not need her opinions on his choice of career, if she had any reservations about his skills then she could keep it to her damn self.
"Looks like you get your wish after all," Daisuke smirked at the lean man. "Phoenix Ikki."
"I did not ask nor want your victory," countered Ikki, who stood with arms still crossed, eyes closed. "Although, I suppose that my match will be considerably more interesting now. More so, than if I had been fighting Nachi."
"And I suppose that this is a better arena than say... Death Queen Island?" stated Daisuke, glancing into Ikki's eyes and seeing hatred brewing there. "Not a nice place, that Island. Some call it Hell, but there are worse places than Hell, but you already knew that."
"Is this your means of distracting me for the upcoming match?" asked Ikki, and Daisuke smiled brilliantly.
"Perish the thought, I merely wish to warn you that there are some techniques to my knowledge that will guide you to these... worse places than hell," dismissed Daisuke, tapping Ikki's shoulder as he passed. "I shall look forward to our match."
When Daisuke found himself halfway down the corridor leading from the Arena he saw Seiya making his way there, smirking inwardly he stretched an arm and blocked Seiya's path as they were about to pass, immediately Daisuke took appreciation of those beautiful milk chocolate eyes as they turned to look at him and imagined how the fire in them and tone would change depending upon the emotions in them.
"Good luck in your fight," said Daisuke, calm and collected.
"Thanks," stated Seiya, and tried to proceed forward again, only find himself with back against the wall and arms caging him.
"Now, you are not going to get yourself killed out there," stated Daisuke, leaning in and tilting his head so that he was staring right into Seiya's eyes, inches from his face. "Understand?"
"Y-yes," rasped Seiya, and Daisuke smirked as he leaned back.
"Glad we have an understanding, my little Pegasus," said Daisuke, caressing Seiya's flushed cheek with his right hand.
Daisuke moved to walk away, leaving the flushed Pegasus Saint to straighten himself, "Also, should you get injured in any fight Pegasus, I can't guarantee the safety of anyone I meet in the arena. Clear?"
Seiya gulped as he watched the aggressive Corona Borealis Bronze Saint march away with tense shoulders and clenched fists, before letting out a deep sigh and turning to continue deeper into the Coliseum to wait for his own fight.
Tatsumi was her loyal Guardian and ironically it was his unmoving devotion that had gotten himself into his current predicament, joints quaking and groans of agony as Tatsumi was kneeling on the floor with his arm being held twisted and held aloft by a familiar figure, Saori stared at the familiar male before her that she hadn't had a private conversation with since returning from Scotland.
"Daisuke," she nodded at him.
"Saori," nodded Daisuke in turn, flinging Tatsumi's hand down. "It is time we had a chat."
Tatsumi clenched his viced hand into his unharmed one but neither Daisuke nor Saori paid him any mind as their glares remained fitted on the other, Saori standing to become the "unmovable object" to her brother's "unrelenting force", if there had been any Saints watching this confrontation they would have noticed a pair of Cosmos filling the box - one a shining gold and the being the color of molten metal. Two siblings had finally met again in private after six years apart, and the emotions of this meeting were anything but loving.