And now, another chapter, a bit of romance for Seiya, a God of War on rampage. And if anyone can guess which is my fave sentence in this chapter, and from what series it is from, you get a cookie. Please Review!
Shortly after Daisuke, no - Ares's announcement, the Fake Pope seemed it was wise to make a hasty retreat. And naturally, Ares would not let that happen; yelling like a lunatic, he used the minimum amount of Cosmo required for his Red Star: Gae Derg ability allowing him to generate a spear of crimson Cosmo before throwing it in the direction that the Pope had retreated off to...
...and hit nothing. A tree was the only thing to be set aflame, fueling his rage even more.
"Run away while you can Pope!" yelled Ares, his Cosmo making a miniature desert around where it flowed. "Run wherever you like, it won't save you! I will hunt you to your END!"
Snarling one last time, Ares took a glance of the surroundings. It appeared that the Silver Saint cowards had also hoofed it. He then he set his eyes on those Saints loyal to Athena. Many were tense and shocked, gaping open-mouthed at him, but he didn't care. Seeing Aiden safe and alive caused the tense aggression to disappear from the God of War. Setting his gaze on Athena, ignoring the scared and hostile looks of the Saints as he did so, he took a step closer to his sister and promptly ignored how the Gold Saints took a step to close ranks around their Goddess.
"It think it is time we had another chat, my brother," stated Athena, and Ares nodded once.
The Kido Cabin was cram packed with Saints loyal to Athena and it was slightly uncomfortable for them to be swarming around Athena in such an enclosed space, Ares was far more comfortable sitting across from Athena and had had a nice change of clothing too to appreciate more his awakened identity, his now booted feet resting on the coffee table as he relaxed back into the sofa with arms spread across its back.
Ares was comfortable in his dark blue muscle shirt, skin tight black jeans, fingerless gloves and red-brown military boots on his feet. The final addition to his clothing was a long hooded poncho, which was hung up on a nearby rack and awaited him to don it when he left, his former Cloth had been taken in by Xander, who promised to have it sent safely to Scotland sometime in the near future.
"So brother," Athena finally said, her hands clenched together. "What reason do you have to awaken now and interfere in my... war?"
"I travel whatever battlefield I want and side with whoever I want, unlike you my sister I take my job as the God of Conflicts seriously," stated Ares, glaring eyes unflinching.
"You dare say this to the Goddess Athena?" growled Milo, and Ares smiled condescendingly.
"And roast you alive before her should your presence continue to interrupt our conversation," countered Ares, and Athena placed two hands up making a 'calm down' gesture, that the Scorpion seemed to take the hint and obey.
"So, what are your future goals?" asked Athena, being more direct.
"Take out the Pope's heart and eat it," answered Ares, crossing one leg over the other. "Was there any doubt I would be doing this? Maybe I shall do the same to his followers, too?"
"And how can I trust that you will actually be allied to me and my Saints without betraying us?" questioned Athena, her Saints getting tense and Ares standing to his feet.
"You know guys, I'm feeling really ganged up on here," stated Ares, showing the Golds his open hand. "I would hate to lose my temper and do something," and flames appeared on the tips of his fingers. "Crazy..."
The reaction from the Saints was interesting to say the least, all of them became more tense and cautious that it was almost cute from an outsider's viewpoint, and the way that Athena got stiffly to her feet was the prize to be seen. Chuckling with a full teeth smile, he closed his fingers, and the flames disappeared in mid close.
"You know, I really like being a God again. I feel like I'm constantly reinventing myself," announced Ares at last, pointing a finger energetically as something came to mind. "I'm like a Supernatural Madonna, don't you think?"
Athena's answer was to share an uneasy and confused glance with her closest Saints.
Xander leaned on a nearby tree that their tent was based around and watched Xander pace the inside of the tent like a madman, each of Athena's allies had made camp at key advancement points towards the Luxury Cabin owned by the Kido family, although not as defendable a position as the Sanctuary within the Mount Parnitha range it would ensure that the Gold Saints watched every advance angle to where Athena resided.
And naturally, Aiden was angry again- angry at the Saints' reaction to Dakota's announcement and angry at Dakota himself for blurring the lines with his announcement.
"You know, I think the trench you're making is big enough now," Xander commented with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Can you believe him?!" growled Aiden. He faced his friend with a look of anger on his face. Xander merely continued to smile.
"So tell me, who is it you want to kill? Ares or the Saints?" asked Xander, gesturing with each hand. "Who are you most angry at? Dakota for announcing the very basis of his nature, or the Saints for resenting him as another deity beside Athena?"
"Whose side are you even on!?" snarled Aiden. He could not believe what Xander was asking him.
Xander chuckled as he walked towards the opening of the tent.
"I think the big question is... who are you going to stand with should that time come?" the silver-haired man countered.
Before Aiden could even open his mouth to respond, Xander was gone.
Xander soon found himself on a nearby cliff overlooking the forested hills below it and waited patiently for his contact - a woman that had approached him two years ago following a specific little incident with Daisuke in Scotland, she had come to Scotland to discover what the large burst of Cosmos had been and had been interested by Daisuke's capabilities, she had asked Xander to watch over Daisuke and to tell her everything of value.
"No need to tell me why you called me here," stated a woman, wearing a business suit that was rather unlike herself.
"You know about the God then, Rosso?" asked Xander, and the woman smiled her sly smile.
Despite her perfect British accent and heritage she had been born Russian. She had green-yellow hair that she wore in a modified pixie cut. The top of her hair was cut short, with a few longish strips framing her face and a couple tendrils at the nape of her neck that reached below her shoulders. Her eyes were a sapphire blue color-there was no doubting that she was a beautiful specimen. Just like the amazons that served Athena, however, her good looks were deceptive. In reality she was just as powerful as any of the Gold Saints, although she never said as much personally.
"Lord Ares's rebirth was expected," stated Rosso, crossing her arms over her chest. "As it was two years ago, and six before when I began conspiring with the Black Saints."
"And?" stated Xander, causing Rosso to frown.
"I've asked the others not to move and I've come here myself to see what will occur, however... Lazaros disobeyed me and set out on his own," explained Rosso, she sighed and crossed her arms. "Ah... Men!"
"If I see the nutcase I'll let you know," nodded Xander, as he moved to walk into the forest once more. "And be careful, I don't know if you've noticed but there are twelve Gold and countless Saints in these mountains."
"As well as a deranged lunatic and his loyalty to a furious God of War filled with the pent up urge to destroy," muttered Rosso under her breath, only pausing for a moment before heading off in the opposite direction.
Ares found it comical as he leaned against the wall in the darkest corner of his room, he didn't expect that the Pegasus would be the first Bronze Saint to come and visit him since his betrayal as a Saint of Athena, why in Zeus's name did Athena call her followers Saints in the first place? It made absolutely no sense.
With the silence of a sneaking cameleon, Ares snuck over to the bedroom door and have it a light push until it slammed shut, comically making Seiya jump and spin around in the process of doing so. The Pegasus Saint locked eyes with the God of War, the defiant passion evermore aglow in his eyes and as well as an unsure longing, or at least that is what Ares thought it was. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Ares hadn't taken a shirt with him into the showers, true enough a warrior's physique wasn't something to ignore.
"I came to check up on you," said Seiya, and Ares smirked.
"Because the others wouldn't, maybe because they were commanded to leave me alone by my darling sister?" sneered Ares, and Seiya winced.
"Then I came... for my own reasons," stated Seiya, and Ares chuckled.
"Brave boy," snarked Ares, and dragging Seiya forwards by the scruff, he pulled the Pegasus Saint into a deep kiss.
The kiss drew on and just as Ares furthered it by slipping his tongue into Seiya's open and willing mouth, Seiya pulled back a free arm and punched towards Ares's face. The God of War smirked as he pulled away and grabbed Seiya's arm by the wrist.
"I always like someone with a bit of... fire in them," chuckled Ares, as he backed up Seiya towards the bed.
"I came to ask you what this familiarity, this pull, is between us!" snarled Seiya, and Ares frowned as he pulled Seiya close by the shirt.
"A question I hoped to have answered," scowled Ares, he tugged and Seiya's red shirt tore open, leaving the pieces of it fall to the floor.
For a moment the furious Pegasus looked like he was going to launch himself at Ares to attack him and you could imagine the War God's surprise when instead Seiya grabbed his head between his hands before slamming their lips together, and soon he found himself falling on the bed, chest against chest and skin on skin. An electric spark jittering from every touch and an intense heat where their skin met, a heat that surprised and confused the God of War, a temperature he would feel all more profoundly than that of his Cosmo - that burned at the temperature of the sun's surface. A touch, that he never wanted to end.