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Cry!

'They are late," though Camus, looking at a big, old fashioned clock over the mantelpiece.

That cold, but sunny day was slowly heading to its end, even if it was still early. But in the Siberia during the winter, the days were really short, starting almost at the midday, and ending only a few hours later. The hot fire was ranging inside the stony fireplace, devouring a wood one after another and spreading warmth around the whole hut. Late dinner was cold already; three, big plates full of a venison and the rare vegetables were lying on the table in the dinning room, waiting for owner of this hut and his two, young student.

Camus sat down on a couch in front of the warm fireplace, looking at the clock every few minutes. And every few minutes he was looking at the door, hoping that it will open already with a cloud of a pure, white snow, and his two young, unreliable disciples. It was their first time to be late that much, they were always in time. But it didn't excuse them, as a future Saints, they have to be the reliable fellows, so these two boys should know, that keeping one's word is very important for the warriors like them. If they promised, they will be here at the specified time; there is no way to be late. Especially if today they had a free day, the day without training. So Camus didn't suspect that some unbelievable danger stood up on their way.

It wasn't about cold dinner, or an ending of the day. It was about the promise. Camus hated to break the promises, so he tried to teach his two students that keeping one's word is an important priority in being the Saint. They were teachable; they never disappointed him, especially the younger one. Maybe he wasn't as strong, as his older friend, but the Aquarius knew, that he is capable of reaching his dreams.

Camus sighed with irritation. Why he was training these two boys in the first place? He just… He just took a few days off duty years ago, and came here, to the Siberia just for rest, and now he ended with two brats, guiding them in a rough training. Just a few days off duty!

He remembered very well that day, when he met his first disciple. It was a snowy day without the sun, cold enough that even he, raised in Siberia felt the chills on his whole body. He was reading his book, at the same time thinking about his friend in the Sanctuary, when someone knocked weakly. It surprised him; after all, who wanted to visit him in such a cold day? And at that hour? He stood up, slowly, went to the door, and opened it with curiosity. The white snow entered his hut with overwhelming cold, almost blowing up the warm fire in the fireplace, making Camus to chill much more. And the next second someone fell down on the threshold; a small body was red and incredible cold, the green hairs were covered by a layer of the fresh snow.

Camus took care of that little stranger, moved him to the couch, covering by many warm coverlets, and wishing, that this boy had strong will to survive. If he was able to get to his secluded hut, then it had to be something important, that headed him here. What was that? Or maybe he just got lost in that snowy storm? And it was just a coincidence, that he saw a lonely, wooden hut? More likely.

It passed many hours, until the boy regained his consciousness. Camus sighed with relief, observing the big, eyes that just opened.

And that's how it started. Little Isaac came to his hut, knowing that he is the Saint of Athena. He went through that entire storm just for saying these words:

"Take me as your student, please!"

"What", he asked, surprised as never before.

"Teach me how to become a Saint!" the young boy repeated with determination in his weak voice. "I wanna be stronger, and this is my dream. To become a powerful Saint!"

That kid was so determined, his soul was so innocent, and Camus could feel that small, burning cosmo, radiating from his fragile body. And the Aquarius agreed to that request, but even after many years, he still didn't know why exactly.

Well, it was his friend, who told him, of course making a fun of him in the same time, that he shouldn't take anyone as his disciple. When Milo heard that Camus was going to train some brat, he laughed as never before.

"You are taking a disciple? You? Oh my Goddess, poor child," he said with smile on his unimaginably pretty face.

"Why?"

Milo shook his head.

"Camus, my dear friend. Someone as cold as an iceberg shouldn't do something like that."

"Why, Milo?"

"I suppose, he will become your little version in the future. And this world can't bear many guys like you."

Camus send him deadly gaze.

"Are you making fun of me, don't you?"

"Me? No, I wouldn't dare, dear friend…" said the Scorpio with wide smile on his face. It was obvious, he was joking the whole time.

Camus sighed.

"Well, Milo, I understand that you could feel envy, after all you are person who is not able to train even your all-encompassing stupidity, but I think, one day you will be capable to do that," Camus said too coldly for someone serious, looking at his flabbergasted friend. "Or not."

Milo blinked with disbelief.

"No way… You joked!" the Scorpio almost screamed.

"No, I don't."

"You joked! You really joked! I can't believe! You joked!"

Camus turned around his head, and chuckled. If Milo saw that, that soon all Sanctuary would know, that he joked, and chuckled. And he didn't want that.

Another long hour passed away, when Camus heard someone's moves outside his hut.

"Finally!"

The door opened slowly, and Camus saw his younger disciple, with thick layer of snow on his muscular body. His clothes were covered by frozen water, icicles hung from his blonde hair. Bright blue eyes were appallingly empty.

"What is wrong, Hyoga?"

Young man didn't answer. He closed the wooden door without words. Camus stood up from his couch, approached his student, and shook violently his arms. That empty expression was frightening the Aquarius Saint, the aquamarine-haired man couldn't imagine why Hyoga looked like that.

"What is wrong? Hyoga, answer me!"

Then bright blue eyes looked inside his dark one. Uncontrollable tears started do falling down the red cheeks. The young trainee kneeled down in front of Camus, crying louder and louder.

"I am sorry, sensei," he whispered. "It is my fault…"

"What? What is your fault? What happened?" Camus kneeled beside him, still holding trembling shoulders of the boy.

"I… I killed him." Hyoga cried.

Killed… him…?

"I killed Isaac!"

"Wha…? What? What are you talking about? Hyoga!"

What that kid was saying? How he could kill Isaac? And why?!

"Sorry, sensei… It is my fault. I'm too weak!" cried Hyoga quietly.

Camus wanted to hit him in that empty face to calm him down. But he only shook him hardly, and pulled him up. The young trainee stood up still crying and looking at the floor. The Saint led him to the couch, and pushed him down. Then he sat beside his disciple.

"Stop crying already, Hyoga. And tell, me what happened! Where is Isaac?"

And Hyoga told his teacher, how he wanted to break an ice cover in the place, where his mother's ship sunk long time ago. He told like he did it, and jumped into the cold, Siberian water. And how he got caught by underwater current that almost killed him.

Camus was listening, wondering how it was possible for his disciple to do something so stupid. After all, both of the youngsters knew about that dangerous current under the ice. He was aware, what for Hyoga wanted to became a Saint, but he never expected that feelings towards his dead mother will cause such an action, long before young, blond-haired boy was able to gain the Cloth. Didn't he teach him, how dangerous it could be to let emotions take control of the mind? Didn't he teach both of them that Saints should be beyond all human's feelings? Didn't he?

Or maybe…?

When Hyoga finished his story, both of them were silent for a moment.

"Hyoga…" Camus started. The young trainee looked at his teacher with fear. "You should take a hot shower, and rest. Now."

The young student blinked. He expected something different.

"But master… You are not angry at me?" Hyoga asked carefully.

"Why should I?" answered the aquamarine-haired Saint. He wasn't looking at his disciple. Probably he could get angry with first look, and he really didn't want that.

Hyoga was looking at Camus for a while with surprise on his tearful face.

"I… I killed your favorite disciple. I killed Isaac because of my stupidity!" he almost screamed.

Camus shook his head.

"You get it wrong way. Any of you was my favorite disciple. You were equal for me. Isaac made his own decision. He decided to help you and he had to suffer the consequences of his own actions. The same you. You decided to go there, break that ice, and try to get to your mum's ship. You are not a Saint yet, but you went there, and almost died. Isaac was there and helped you. But he also could not help you. And probably it would be him, who would be crying right now, on that couch."

The tears started to fall again from the bright, blue eyes of the young trainee.

"Understood?"

"Yes, sensei."

"Then do as I told you."

Hyoga wiped the tears from his face and went to the bathroom. A few minutes after, Camus heard tapping water on the shower cabin.

Now he could think.

Midnight passed long time ago, but Camus was still sitting on the couch, in the front of his fireplace, not able to sleep. He still couldn't believe, that one of his two disciples was dead, flowing under the ice cover, in the cold, Siberian water.

How could it happen? Who should be blamed for that? Isaac? Hyoga…? Or he himself?

Surely, he is the guiltiest here. He shouldn't let that happen. As a teacher. And as a some kind of the father for these two. They weren't Saints yet, so he should guide them as long as their training last. Then why one of his students was dead? What kind of mistake he made? And when? Was it true, that he was not able to teach any trainee, like Milo said? Was it beyond his power to guide two lonely kids to their future?

Questions. So many questions but no answers. And his empty heart. He could think. He could ask many questions. But he couldn't feel. All were coming from his mind, but nothing from his heart. Just silence inside his cold heart…

Was he such an emotionless man? Emotionless so much, that even death of his disciple couldn't make him cry…?

A huge noise made him jump in surprise on the couch. Camus looked at the door, now wide open, with dark shade on the threshold. The intruder was covered by a long coat, a hood was hiding his head. The Aquarius stood up from the couch, ready to attack, if stranger will show any sights of offence.

But the tall man just went inside the wooden hut, closed the door, and took off his hood.

It was Milo. Milo, who looked really worried.

"Milo, what…?" Camus started, incredibly surprised by seeing his friend in that corner of Siberia.

"Camus, what's wrong? What happened?" asked Milo, approaching his cold friend and looking inside his dark, blue eyes.

Camus' eyes darkened in an irritation.

"You will never learn how to knock, before getting inside someone's home, Milo? And why are you here so sudden?!"

Milo looked at his almost angry friend. He went over him, and put his hands on Camus' shoulders.

"I felt something strange. Like something bad happened to you… So I just took a flight here as soon as it was possible," Scorpio explained, pushing his friend on the couch. "I can see that nothing bad happened to you, so I'm just… I'm think I just was carried away… What a relief…"

He looked at his friend with smile, trying to make another joke but he saw it. Something inside dark, blue eyes of the Aquarius.

"But… it seems that something bad really happened, Camus. Am I right?"

The Aquarius Saint nodded in silence. His friend sighed, putting the warm arm on the cold shoulder.

"Then… What happened? Tell me."

Should he tell Milo? Tell about death of his disciple? Could he get better after that? It is possible to that onus in his chest to disappear thanks to the Scorpio…?

"Tell me, Camus. You will feel much better."

Camus took a deep breath and started:

"It is about Isaac. He died yesterday…"

Milo blinked a few times with disbelief on his face.

"What do you mean he died? That serious, determined in becoming Saint brat?"

Camus nodded and told him the rest of that awful story.

"Where is Hyoga?" asked Milo after Aquarius' words silenced.

"He is sleeping already. In my room. He said that he doesn't want to sleep tonight in the room when he and Isaac used to sleep…"

Milo was observing his friend carefully. He was worried about Camus. His cold expression didn't change a bit while he was telling about that accident, his voice was almost like always… Almost.

"Don't," said Scorpio when he finally realized, what was hidden in the dark, blue eyes.

"What?"

"Don't put he whole blame on yourself. It isn't Hyoga fault nor yours. Got it?"

"But Milo…"

"There is no 'but', Camus. It was an accident. That is all. For both of you!"

He couldn't watch his friend, and that usual expression on his face, like nothing happened at all. But these eyes. And that tone in his calm voice. With sigh of frustration, he hugged him tightly.

"Milo, what…"

"Shut up. Cry!"

His hand sunk into the aquamarine hair, pressing friend's head to his shoulder. He realized, that he was crying himself.

"Milo, I don't want…"

"Cry, dammit!"

Sometimes he hated Camus for his lack of emotions. For that cold expression on face, and always calm, cold eyes.

And then he heard a quiet sob, coming from Camus' mouth. Cool arms tightened on his torso, nails almost dug into his back.

"That's right, Camus," tears from his eyes were falling down on the aquamarine hair. "Cry as much as you need…"

When the next morning Hyoga went out of Camus' bedroom, he saw strange view. Two huddling man was sleeping on the couch, in front of dead fireplace. It looked like they felt asleep while crying; the young trainee could see the remains of tears on their two, peaceful faces.

He smiled sadly and palely. He wasn't even surprised, that when he went sleep there were only two of them in that hut, he and his master, and now, at the morning, on that couch Milo was sleeping along with the young, Aquarius Saint.

Milo, friend of his master.

Hyoga covered them carefully with the blanket and got outside.

The day was really sunny today…