Thank you, Valorian, for your support. I love your reviews, they are quite useful. By the way, you can post in Spanish anytime you like. I liked your fic of Seiya and Saori, also. Felicitaciones, y mándame un e-mail, cuando gustes.

Duality: A sequence of infortunate events.

"I am afraid that this must end, Athena." – he explained to me.-"You are getting married soon, and it will not be with the Saint."-

"Married?" – I repeated, incredulous."I am only twenty yars old, father. I-..."

"You will not question me, Athena"- Zeus cut me, sharply.-" Nor you will disobey me any further."-

Married. And not with Saga.

My father continued his speech in my head. I would move to Japan and desist in my wonderful relationship with the man I loved. Cut all sources of comunication with him. I would abandon the Sanctuary until the next War. He would forget me.

I mean, why not?

"He, not once in this whole year of relationship, has told you that he loved you, my beloved daughter."-

He knew.

Of course he did, he was omniscient.

No more quiet dinners, no more taking turns to cook, no more laughter and petty arguments about why he wouldn't let the toilet seat down. No more holding hands and timid caresses under the table in public. No more shows of jealousy about the other male Saints. No more watching movies on the couch, with his arms wrapped around me, as he munched pop-corn. No more discussions with his dark side, no more debates about performances on movies, or literature. No more fingertips brushing along my ribcage, and black teas in the mornings.

No more Saga. No more life.

The pressure in my chest was unbearable, the aching of my head impossible to control, the burning of my lungs, and the constant fight against the tears, that just wanted to flow, pushing me closer to the edge of insanity. I couldn't focus. Suddenly the room became too small, everything began to spin around me, a confusing twister of colors, sounds, and scents.

And then his name, echoing across my mind like a broken record.

Saga. Saga. Saga.

"Saori?"- his voice reached my ears. And suddenly, the buzzing stopped. My heart broke.

"Saga"- I replied, forcing a smile. I flinched slightly when his hands touched my face, and when the pair of beautiful jade stones he called eyes set on mine, blue, blurred and clouded by tears.

A frown.

"What's wrong, Lady?"- he asked, his thumbs caressing my cheeks gently.

I said nothing, but I held him close. I wrapped my arms around him, like he was the last thing in Earth itself. I got my fingers lost in his hair, and inhaled his scent sharply.

''Could you make dinner tonight?"- I asked, finally. Today, it was my turn, but I needed him to do it.

He threw me an inquisitive look, but nodded, and smiled.

"Absolutely"- he said, finally, as he began stroking my hair.-"anything else, my lady?"

I chuckled brokenly.

"Don't be an ass!" -I demanded-"You know how I hate it when you call me 'Lady'"- I hit his chest weakly.

"I do, I do."- he accepted, grinning charmingly.

"Insubordination."-I declared, pressing my index finger against the space between his ribs.

"Obviously."- he snapped back, arching a brow, as his smile transformed into a smirk, once his own index finger impacted against the tip of my nose gently.

I laughed whole heartedly, for the first time since my father's call, and shook my head.

"You must leave tomorrow, Athena"- the voice of Zeus resounded through my head, severe.

I watched as Saga entered the kitchen, and began preparing everything. I wasn't really hungry, as in, at all, but...

I just wanted to see him. To drink his image with my eyes, to devour his scent and memorize every inch of him while I still could; every movement, every mannerism, every expression.

"Hey"- he called. It gave me a priceless sensation of familiarity.- "It's been a year."

"Yes. And yet..."- I trailed off, lost in thought.

"Yet...?"-

"I will never get enough of you, Saga."- I declared, finaly.

I heard him chuckle from the kitchen.

"Good."-

Dinner transcurred, uneventful. He spoke, he talked, and I dedicated my time to observe him, hear him, analyze him, test him. His food never tasted better, his voice never sounded more melodic, his lips were never so tempting, his silence never more appealing, his words never more right. His presense never more necessary and imperative.

He brushed his lips along my throat, and his fingers caressed my hair, removing a few violet strands away from my face. His face hidden against the space between my neck and my shoulder. His heavy breathing rhythm caresed my skin, erratic, irregular.

"You cried"-he whispered, worry evident.-"Did I hurt you?"

Yes, you did. You didn't say it. You won't notice. You made me fall in love with you and now they're taking me away from you. From us. Our routine. Your body, our bed, the arguments, your hideous cousine. Oh, Saga.

"No, babe. I'm fine." – I replied, fnally.

Silence. A chuckle.

"What?"-

"You called me 'babe' "- he replied, amused.

I blushed.

"I'm sorry."-

"Don't be"- he said. I felt his smile against my flesh.-"I actually like it."

"Oh, my. And I thought that my ribs were your fetish."-

"Very funny. Hillarious, actually."- he spat, kissing my jawline.

"Oh, that's just me."-

"Yes. You..."- he paused.- "Saori, I need to apologize to you. Because I haven't told you I lo-..."-

"Don't say it."- I cut him.- "please... Just...don't."

Silence.

"Why not? I thought you..."- another pause.- "I'm sorry."

"I love you, Saga." – I sighed. "By Gods, I do."

A sigh. A smile. A caress. A kiss.

"Yes. I know."-

Before I could respond, he had embraced me, and, after putting my head against his chest, and fell asleep.

Hours passed. I watched him sleep peacefully, watching his chest rise and fall, the way his hair fell over his face obnoxiously, the way that the sun began to caress his features as it slipped through the window.

My eyes set, then, on the alarm clock, on the night table. Seven in the morning.

I hadn't slept in all night, and it was time.

I kissed his eyelids, and winced in the most profound agony.

Quickly, I got dressed. Nothing fancy, for a change. A suit. I didn't need to pack, but I did take one of his shirts, and one picture with me.In less than I expected, I was about to end my way through the whole Twelve Houses.

But before I could completely escape, a hand gripped my wrist. I turned on my heels.

"Why?"- he implored.-"What did I do to upset you?"

He was crying. Saga was crying.