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Autor's note: Komós in the ancient, Greek tragedy is the lament of the character.
Komós pró̱ti̱
And then… The battle in the Sanctuary finally began…
Milo couldn't believe, what was happening on the Holy Land. The four rebels broke into the path to the Pope, leaving behind him the girl that was pretending to be the real Athena. Next Mu officially betrayed the all Gold Saints, repairing the Bronze Cloths for the five young warriors. Everything seemed to be so quick, even if in fact those four Bronze Saints was passing through the Temples really slowly. But they won against the Taurus what was really unexpected for others Gold Saints; then they escaped from the unknown Gemini Saint and his fearsome abilities. All of that was just the beginning. These stupid brats even managed to kill the Cancer, Deathmask. Unbelievable. The Sanctuary was falling down in the glare of rebellion.
Oh, of course the traitors received some looses in their team as well. Firstly Camus' disciple, Hyoga got caught by the Another Dimension of the Gemini, landing far away, in the empty Libra Temple. Milo could feel the desperate fight between his friend and that Cygnus brat, the disappointment of Camus was spreading over the few Temples like the flood. For the first time Milo didn't know what to say, when he saw his friend, passing through his Temple with tears on his young face.
That was the first small wound on the rebels. The next one took place in the Virgo Temple, where Shaka killed the immortal bird, Ikki the Phoenix, who appeared in the middle of fight, rescuing his weak, crying brother. Unfortunately, the Sanctuary lost the man closest to the God; Shaka met his end in the flash of the burning cosmo.
But no, even that didn't force the Bronze Saints to withdraw from their stupid, desperate war with the Gold Saints and the Pope. For a while there were only the three of them, they had four Gold Saints in the front and two their dead friends with their fake, dying Athena behind, but still, and that wasn't able to stop them. They were going forward, still forward with the name of the pretended Goddess on their lips.
And then the beginning of the tragedy came to the Sanctuary. The Libra Gold Cloth helped the traitors to free Hyoga from the Ice Coffin of Camus. Oh, Milo cursed the Libra Saint for that; the brat should have rest in peace for the eternity instead of being killed by merciless Gold Saint of Athena. He just wasted the niceness of his master like it was nothing for him.
After the war Milo couldn't remember very well his fight with the traitors; again his other self took control over him. But he made the unforgivable mistake. He let Hyoga passed through his Temple, he even stopped his bleeding. The dying Cygnus went to meet his master again, with the new spirit and awakened Seventh Sense of the Saint.
And then the word for Milo became grey…
I'm trying to do everything to not looking at you, but it is really hard, you know? My eyes seem to have their own will, at every minutes heading stubbornly in your direction. But all I can do at this moment to stop them, is focusing my entire mind on that stupid brat, who not long ago was your beloved disciple, and who not long ago was saved by me in our fight. Now I'm analyzing his whole body, his muscles, his blonde hair and empty, unconsciousness face and small holes from my Scarlet Needle. He is lying in the front of you, without senses, covered by the thin layer of the ice, still living, and receiving huge amount of Athena's cosmo. That brat is heated now by her power, and soon he will regain his consciousness. It's just the matter of the time.
I'm moving my sight at our Goddess that almost died because of our naivety.
She was taking good care of her little Bronze Saints whole the time. From the very beginning of this 'rebellion'. She was supporting them, praying for them, and helping them. That's the real Athena, in front of my eyes, sitting near by her Cygnus Saint, smiling to him, and holding his cold hand. She is surrounded by huge, warm and so friendly cosmo, and I don't want to hate her but… For me she seems to not care about the Gold Saints that died this night. She even didn't take a short look at you, since we entered your Temple, my friend. I just almost hate her for that; she is not gonna to try to help you, to warm you, like she is doing right now with Hyoga. Is she thinking that you deserve to be left cold?
No. I can't believe that she is thinking this way. She will not help you, because she can't bring you back. She can't, because…
Someone touch my shoulder. It is Shaka, with soothing smile on his calm face. I really don't know how he survived the battle with the Phoenix, but I'm glad that he is here. I can focus my mind on his eyes, that I'm seeing the first time since I became the Scorpio Gold Saint of Athena.
"Let's go, Milo," he's saying to me, and pulling gently my shoulder.
I'm shaking my head. I was just too focused on not looking at you and I just didn't realize that everyone is leaving. Now I have to force myself to take a few steps. It is so hard to leave you here, your young frozen body. Leave you alone. I just wanna stay here with you forever…
"Milo." Virgo's voice is reaching me again.
I'm sighing with sadness. Now it is the time for punish someone for deceiving nine Gold Saints, right friend?
Then I'm leaving you for now. I'm leaving without looking at you…
The main traitor is dead by now. He died in Athena's arm, even if he didn't deserve for that niceness. I still can't believe it was Saga, our senior, who usually supported all of us when we were just the stupid bunch of the kids. But now it doesn't matter, this stupid war is over; Athena can take care of the Sanctuary and be just Athena. Her Bronze Saints were seriously injured, and it will take a few weeks for them to recover. But it doesn't matter for me either.
Now I'm glad that I can go to your Temple without anybody, without any eyes following my all moves. And I'm standing here, looking at you the first time since… since you died. It is hard to watching you, left on that cold floor; your arms are still in the same position as you felt down hours ago with your hair still covered by the layer of the ice. They lost this nice color I love so much, stainingin cold, shining white. It shouldn't be like that, this color doesn't suit you, friend. I have to take back that aquamarine tinge right now.
I'm taking a few steps, and now I'm sitting by your side. My hand is moving by its own, trying to reach you.
So cold. You are so cold. I don't like it. I know, you always were cool, your skin sometimes was causing me shiver under its touch. But it could get warmer any time, right? When I was hugging you, you were becoming warmer. Now it is impossible. I know that, because I'm taking you into my arms, and you are still so cold.
I'm touching your hair, trying to get rid of that awful ice layer. I can see it, your aquamarine color, I love, I still love so much. And I'm pressing my forehead against your lovely hair, smelling its scent. Scent of cold Siberia and that wooden hut you were living. And… And… I'm starting to cry. Isn't it funny, Camus? I'm crying now, like a little child, crying as never before. Really, it is the first time, when tears are falling from my eyes so much and so fast. I can't even see you clearly now. It looks like you are disappearing in a fog. But you will never disappear, I'm holding you tightly in my arms, and don't be so mad at me that I'm crying, ok? I'm not able to stop these all tears, so don't be mad, Camus…
Why… Why did you do that? Why did you sacrifice your life for this stupid brat? Why did you let yourself die? I will never understand it, never. Even if he was your beloved student, you shouldn't get killed by his hand. After all, now you can't teach him anything, Camus. Then why? Answer me! I wanna know why you left me here alone!
'It is stupid, what you are saying now,' that is what you would say to me, right? I know it. You would say that I'm stupid, I'm childish and immature. Oh, and I could let you to say that, but now your mouth are silent for eternity. I will never be able to hear your voice again, you moron!
I'm hearing the steps behind me. Hesitantly and heavy steps. I'm turning my head and …
It is Hyoga. He is looking at you in my arms. His eyes are so sad, full of the tears that cannot fall.
"What are you doing here? " I'm asking him with unusual cold voice.
I want to hate him; hate him, because he finished your life. But I can't do that, because if I do, then you will be mad at me, won't you, Camus? Yeah, you will. I'm your friend, but he is your student.
Would you be mad at him, if he hated me? Would you, Camus?
"You should be resting right now, kid," I'm adding, returning my eyes at you.
He is sobbing quietly, even if his tears still cannot fall.
"Sorry, Milo," I'm hearing his weak voice. "I'm so sorry, that I killed your friend…"
I'm chuckling silently, like someone who lost his mind a long time ago. But his expression isn't changing. He is just looking at me like the hurt puppy at his master. You would hug him, right now, right friend? You would, don't lie to me…
"Back to your bed before you die because of the blood flood," I'm saying with the emotionless voice.
Then he is nodding his head, and turning around. His steps are so weak…
You know what, Camus? Something just touched my heart. I can't hold myself, so I'm putting you on that cold floor, but just for a while. Wait for me, ok? I'm gonna back in a moment, so just wait.
I'm heading to your student calmly; I'm catching his shoulders, turning him around and hugging tightly. And then he is starting to cry loudly; his tears are flowing from the cheek as fast as mine.
"I'm sorry…" he is sobbing in my golden chest.
Camus…? I think… that I really can't hate him. I can't because he is your student after all…