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Snowman

Camus sighed, turning his side one more time in the dark night. Since he got back to his bed a few hours ago he couldn't sleep, stubbornly thinking about Milo and his words. His thought were ranging inside his mind, disturbing his sleep, and making him to feel really confused.

He really got caught. He had even no excuse for that. As a cool-headed, composed Saint of Athena, who always kept his emotions in the tight ties, he let his friend Milo to love him, and moreover, he let himself to have the strong emotion towards the Scorpio. What he should do now? Should he treat himself to this feeling? Should he face it, call it love and be Milo's lover? Was he even able to do that? Was he able to love?

He turned to the other side again, looking behind the window at the dark, starry sky. Actually he never felt love for anyone. Oh, yes he has some emotions towards his master but it was only respect and some kind of bond he couldn't name. He considered his teacher as a really smart man, powerful Saint and reliable fellow, but it wasn't love, he was sure. He felt something towards Claire, but it was without any true and deep meaning for him. He liked to talk with her, because she was really smart and intelligent and in some way their passionate nights were pleasurable for him. And yes, he though back then that he could spend his whole life with her but it was rather logic than love.

And what about Milo? What he was truly feeling towards him?

On the beginning it was friendship, he couldn't deny it. But when he was thinking about it… Since some time the presence of his friend was making him to feel warmer inside his cold soul, he felt really happy when Milo was beside him. His hugs were making him shiver in the pleasure, Milo's voice was ringing inside his hears with many nice tones, and the touch of his skin, the hands of the aquamarine hair was always calming him.

And these kisses… These warm kisses they had. When he considered it deeply, why he placed the kisses on Milo's lips in the front of the Aquarius Temple month's ago, he had to admit that they were pleasurable for him even back then. Oh, he was blind at this time, thinking that he had to kiss Milo to calm him down, because that was exactly what friend should do. But he knew right now why he did it.

And what about this night? Did he ask Milo for the kiss just because he tried to think like Milo after the Andromeda's execution? Just to made something stupid? Did he ask him because Milo was his friend? In fact the answers were 'No'. Not exactly. He asked about kiss because he wanted Milo to do that; because he knew deeply inside his mind that he really wanted it, he really desired Milo's lips. And… And it was pleasurable for him, so pleasurable, he let Milo to make with him deep kiss, kiss that only lovers were making…

Oh, he was so confused! Yes, he felt something strong towards Milo, he could even call it love, but it was much more complicated that being friends. In some way he wanted to be Milo's lover, love him, be with him, and kiss him, but on the other hand it was too strong bond for a Saint, and he always was avoiding something like that…

He again remembered the words of his teacher, the words of emotions that helped him yesterday to solve the problem. Could they help him too in the situation like that? In fact, loving Milo wasn't difficult for him, and since the blue-haired man was a Saint too, then it shouldn't be any problems with fulfilling his duty as a Warrior of Athena.

'Duty isn't everything…' his teacher said inside his mind. 'It doesn't make the world by its own.'

Camus sighed loudly, frustrating. He failed as a friend, then how he could be lover for Milo?

But he promise Milo, that he would be more open for him, right? He would talk with him. So, why he couldn't take one more step again? Why he shouldn't be Milo's lover?

Maybe he failed to be the friend just because of the love? Because he shouldn't be just a friend…

Yeah, he could try…

When Camus woke up next morning the sharp light of the sun already entered his bedroom. The Saint cursed under his nose – in the Siberia sunbeams mean that it was really late. Again he slept much longer that he should.

A bit angry at himself, Camus stood up from his bed, stretched his body with wide yawn and left his room. It passed a few minutes when he realized, that it was too quiet inside his hut. Milo always was on his feet long before Camus even opened his eyes, and the noise the Scorpio usually was making should filled the whole hut… But there was silence, something unexpected so much, that for a moment Camus didn't know what to do. He even opened the door to Milo's room to check if the Scorpio wasn't sleeping by now.

But the room when Milo spent his night was empty, the blanket on the bed was tangled, and the clothes Camus lent him yesterday to sleep were on the chair. Now the silence seemed to be stranger… For a while Camus thought that his friend returned to the Sanctuary, when he didn't find here what he was expecting. But after a long moment the Aquarius realized, that he still could feel Milo's cosmo, so it mean that his friend was still here. And if he wasn't inside, that he should be outside.

Camus headed to the door with the sigh, wondering what Milo was doing outside his hut, when day was really frosty. After yesterday's trip around Siberia the Scorpio shouldn't be playing in cold, harsh weather.

The aquamarine-haired Saint wore his coat and shoes, opened the door and gasped in astonishment. He faced something white, horrible awful and shapeless that was placed just in the front of the entrance, with two black coals that should imitate the eyes and the one, big potato instead of the nose. Camus passed it carefully, looking around. He had absolutely no idea what that white thing was, but he was going to ask about it his friend the first moment he would see him.

But Scorpio wasn't around, even if Camus could feel his cosmo really close. As far as the Aquarius was able to see, the area was pure and white, without any sights of his friend.

"Milo?" he asked hesitantly.

No one answered.

"Milo, show yourself. I know you are there."

Silence again.

Camus sighed with resignation.

"Fine, if you finish your stupid game, please, move this… something from the front of my door, Milo."

His hand almost reached the handle of the door when big, white ball hit his head. Camus felt the snow making his aquamarine hair wet. He gasped in the surprise, looking around, but no one was in his sight.

"Milo…!"

Another snowball hit his shoulder from the different direction than he was looking. The Aquarius heard slight chuckle.

"Milo! It is not funny!"

The Scorpio laughed really loudly, coming from behind the huge snowdrift.

"Oh, Camus, you should see your face, when I hit you the first time! It was the most epic expression I ever saw!" gasped Milo still laughing. He couldn't hold himself from it, Camus' face was still incredible surprised and at the same time furious a little bit. He looked one more time at his friend and he felt like the big snowball hit his own face.

He blinked a few times, didn't believe what happened, trying to get rid of all the cold snow that was on his young face. The chills passed through his body.

"Now Milo, you should see your own expression," said Camus with the amusement.

The Scorpio looked at his friend surprised. And then he smiled, seeing Camus to smile himself. It was really rare to see him smiling that widely and innocently, actually it happened the first time since they were resurrected.

"But now get inside, Milo. It is too cold to stay too long on the snow," added Camus, looking at his friend. "You are dressed too lightly for that weather, do you wanna get ill?"

Milo sighed with the resignation.

"But it is funny outside, Camus! Look, I even made Mr. Snowman when you were still sleeping. Aren't he wonderful?" asked Milo, pointing at the shapeless creature in the front of the door.

"Yes, it is…"

"It?! Camus, don't say such a heartless thing! He would get sad!" Milo said with the fake outrage, coughing a few times.

The Aquarius looked at Milo, hearing the worrisome tone in his cough. He walked over his friend and placed his hand on the Scorpio's forehead.

"Milo, you had a fever!"

"Really?"

"Yes! How could you go outside with a fever! Are you even aware what could happen?"

"Camus, calm down, it isn't something you should worry about so much. I'm the Gold Saint; I wouldn't be defeat by mere fever."

Camus sighed, pulling Milo inside his hut, and closing the door with the crack.

"Milo, yes, you are the Gold Saint, but the Gold Saint that was raised in the Mediterranean climate. Your body isn't immune to the harsh weather of Siberia!"

He forced Milo to sit at the couch in the front of the fireplace.

"Yesterday you spend a few hours on the cold, searching for this hut, and at night you went outside dressed in a few thin clothes. It is enough even for me to get ill, Milo. Why are you always so reckless?!"

"I'm sorry, Camus…" said Milo, looking as his friend headed to the kitchen. After a long while he returned, carrying the cup of the hot tea and a few medicines.

"It should help you a little," said Camus, giving him a few tablets.

Milo shook his head with the resignation and swallowed every medicine just for calming his friend.

Soon it was certain that the medicines didn't help Milo, the fever got worse. The Scorpio had the uncontrollable chills, he was coughing really awfully and his muscles became weaker.

"See? I told you, that it is stupid to underestimate the weather of Siberia, Milo", said Camus with worry, forcing his friend to lie in the bed, covering him by a few layers of the blankets. "I think that the mere tablets I had couldn't help you. Shit, and the nearest doctor is far away…"

"Camus, calm down," murmured Milo with smile, surrounding himself to the will of his friend. "I'm sure that soon it will get better, I just have to take a nap."

Camus sighed with the resignation.

"It's good idea. You should rest for a while. I'm gonna bring the doctor here. But even if I will run the whole way it would take a few hours to back here…"

"You really don't have to do that, Camus," said Milo with the voice of the offended child.

The Aquarius smiled warmly, stroking lightly the blue curls of his friend.

"Milo, I don't wanna you to be sick. It could be dangerous. I bet that you never had even the flu."

"No, I hadn't…" murmured Milo, taking Camus' hand in his own and linking their fingers together. "But I don't wanna you to leave me here alone."

"Just take the nap. I will be back soon. You will not even notice when I will be home again," whispered the aquamarine-haired Saint, touched in some way by the Milo's silliness. Oh, how it could end like that? A few days ago he would scold Milo for his words, but now… He was smiling to him, letting Milo to hold his hand gently, looking inside the bright, blue eyes and being… Happy? Was he happy right now, just because of looking at Milo? Did the word 'love' change his view on Milo so much?

"Then go, if you want it so bad," answered Milo with quiet voice, freeing Camus' hand. "But remember, if you get ill, then who will nurse you?"

"Don't worry about me, Milo. I was raised in Siberia so mere cold have no chance with me."

Camus was sitting beside Milo for a while and when he heard calm, regular breathing of his friend he left the room quietly. He sighed and sat on the couch in the front of the fireplace, closing his dark eyes for a moment. This day was the completely failure. He still was confused about his feelings; after facing Milo, he became unsure what he should do, what he should think and what he should feel. His always reasonable nature was fighting stubbornly with his emotions that persistently wanted to show themselves to the whole world. He really couldn't get used to the word 'love' in his friend's mouth after one night, and even his strong will wasn't enough to calm his stormy mind.

And in addition Milo was sick.

He sighed again, jumping out from the couch. There was no time for thinking in the front of the fireplace. Firstly he should bring the doctor to Milo, before his state would get worse. He had the long way in the front and he could think while walking.

Camus wore quickly his warm coat and went through the door, passing the strange, snowy creature that Milo made not long time ago. He closed carefully his hut and run into the nearest village's direction. He hoped that he would find there a doctor, who would be able to help him and his friend, Milo.