Happy Birthday

Well. The third chapter is here! Actually, I'm rather proud of this songfic. I think I did all right. By the way, it's MihoxSeiya here. (Suddenly, I seem to be writing more about Miho…) I just realized that I've only mentioned Seiya's name once, and that's at the very end of the chapter.

This whole scene is set right after the Sanctuary battles when Seiya and the other bronzies are all in the hospital in comas. Okay, so Seiya's birthday is December 1st. And he's only been out for a month or so (I think) when he reawakens. And if I remember correctly, there's no snow and it looks like fall/spring. So we'll just have to pretend it's fall and winter's a little late this year…

Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya or Happy Birthday (by NEWS). The lyrics + translation can be found at . I'm not sure if they're correct, but hopefully they are, because I used them. (That whole "Fishing as per normal" makes no sense to me, but maybe it's an idiomatic expression or something…) The video can be found on youtube, but it's mainly just a bunch of pretty guys dancing around. But I like the song.

She stands outside the blank hospital door, hands clasped around the neatly wrapped present she had bought months and months before, hoping that, perhaps, this year, she would be able to hand it to him. Fidgeting with the bow, she twirls the ribbon around and around, feeling the slippery material whip through her fingers.

Exactly because I can't buy them with money
Treasures that can be expressed by feelings
I'll say it in words, "Happy Birthday"
Without feeling embarrassed at exactly 12 midnight

She glances at the clock – 11:48 PM. It's almost time. She is so lucky, she tells herself, so lucky to be able to be here now – to be able to see him, to touch him, to share this one day, even if he will never know. And she will tell him. She will say the three words that she could not for the past six years – I love you.

For being born
For being able to meet you
That I can be by your side now
Thank you
It's your HAPPY BIRTHDAY
A magical, special day that happens only once a year

I love you. How strange that such small, insignificant words have the power to make a person's world – or destroy it. Perhaps that is why so many find them difficult to say. But she will no longer be a coward. It matters not that he is deep in sleep – a sleep from which he may never wake – but she will still say those words.

Today is the momentous once-a-year anniversary
Of you who is the most important in the world
Yet another one in beauty

And now, she realizes, this is the first birthday that she will be with him – the first one since he had left her so many years ago. Bitterly, she wishes that he might have been conscious during their meeting, but now, these battles have taken him away.

The piling up of years
Is the multiplication of memories
That's why I'll send beautiful words
Only to you, look!

Every year, she had waited, wondering if maybe she would see him. She would make him presents, hoping for him to return, only to leave them neglected and unopened in her room. Six years of unopened presents – six years of memories that he had not existed in – six years of love that he had never noticed, and never would.

I'm happy that in the many thousands and hundred millions
We could have such a miracle as our meeting
And be this near
I'll sing for you

And every one of those years, she had sung quietly, under her breath (so the children wouldn't hear her) to him.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." And she was happy, for a few moments, having ridiculous thoughts that, perhaps, he could hear her, though she knew not where he was.

For being born
For being able to meet you
That I can be by your side now
Thank you
It's your HAPPY BIRTHDAY
A magical, special day that happens only once a year

But once in a while, the children had heard her. They had seen her watching his picture in her room. And they knew, and they teased her about it, without seeing her pain. Without seeing how much she really missed him. She would laugh with them, pretending for them. And now, after he had returned, the children had teased her even more – but now, she felt less pain, less worry. She had seen him alive – well, even, and he had come to see her. So what if he had only come because he was looking for his sister? He was happy to see her, wasn't he? That was all that mattered.

Because you're here I can laugh
and be more honest than usual today
An ordinary day to the rest of the world
Fishing as per normal, yet
To me even the taste of the atmosphere has a special flavor

And today, today she is happy, although nervous. Today, everything seems just slightly brighter. The world seems just a little bit more friendly than usual. And the present she has made him – so much more carefully wrapped than the previous years, seems to tremble in her hands from anticipation. (Or is it just her hands that are trembling?) Even if no one cares, she knows today is special.

I especially want to meet your smile
Bye-bye to grimaces
With the extent of my power, I'll send you my love
How many times have you cried up till now
The happiness where we can laugh now is safe
Today's HAPPY BIRTHDAY where we can be together
I'll sing for you

Today is special because she will sing, and it will no longer be to no one. She will smile and laugh and cry, and he will be there with her. For those long years of separation, she had cried alone – and perhaps he had as well. Although he may not cry with her now, he will be there, and that alone is a comfort to her.

I didn't leave you here alone
Definitely next year and the year after too
I'll go to meet you on the same day

She knows that if she could have, she would have loved to share the years together. She would have gone to him over and over again. It was he who was forced to leave. And she has felt resentment, anger and hatred for those who made him go, but because he is a Saint now, he has more of a chance of finding his sister – and since that is his hope, she can never stay angry for too long.

A present from God
Your HAPPY BIRTHDAY
All the best for your future

11:59PM. She turns the knob. Tiptoeing past the softly whirring and beeping medical instruments that are supporting his few friends, she stops by his bed. Carefully, deliberately, she places the present on his bedside table. She breathes deeply, the sharp scent of disinfectant stinging her nose.

"I love you, Seiya," she whispers as she begins to sing. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you…"

Wow… I was really talkative in the beginning, wasn't I? Well, I'll keep it short then. Click the green button. Please.