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Long Night

Camus was really glad, sitting on the sleigh that was pulled by a few strong dogs. He could see his hut already, the small shape on the horizon. If the doctor hadn't this means of the transport, they couldn't be able to get here in another few hours. And for him every hour was really important.

"I'm really sorry for interrupting your work, doctor," he said one more time, looking at the man sitting beside him.

The old man smiled to him, urging the animals.

"Don't mind it, Camus. You did so much for our village in the past, so I'm happy if I could help you," he answered under his bushy mustache. "And I'm doctor, so I have to take care of any ill person."

The Aquarius nodded thankfully.

"I'm really glad, that we are able to get here so quickly. Without this sleigh it would take another few hours, and that could be really bad," he murmured, watching his small, wooden hut.

"You shouldn't be so worried. I believe that your friend just got the cold, that's all."

"Yes, I hope so…"

But even if the dogs did their best with pulling the two men on the sleigh, it took another hour to approach finally the wooden hut with the sick, young man inside. The aquamarine-haired Saint rushed to the door the first moment the sleight stopped, opening the house rapidly and getting quickly to the living room, with the dead fireplace and incredible silence around.

"Milo?!"

He knew that shouting his friend's name was stupid; the Scorpio should be sleeping right now so he wasn't able to answer after all. But Camus couldn't hold himself from doing that, it was like Milo was dying right now and he, Camus, tried to call him form the Underworld.

The young man led the doctor to one of the bedroom, where his friend was lying in the bed, murmuring something under his nose. Milo's cheeks were red, Camus could see the drops of the sweat on his forehead and messed, blue curls around his young face. Time to time form his mouth was escaping the slight moan, like he was suffering from nightmare.

"Oh, his condition is worse, than I thought," said the doctor, sitting on the bed beside his patient, and checking the temperature of the shivering, ill body. "He had incredible fever!" he added to himself, completely forgetting that Camus was standing near him.

The Aquarius took a look at his friend's face and left the room, leaving the two men alone. He sat at the couch, wondering what will happen next. They were so unlucky, their whole lives were unlucky. They were orphans, left by their parents, then they had to pass through the harsh training and after they became the Saints of Athena the lives they lived weren't easier. He had the best friend since their childhood, the friend who loved him for a few years and he had no idea about it! And before Milo could reveal his feelings he, the Aquarius got killed by his own disciple. Camus knew how hard it was for Milo to live after his death, Mu told him already. In some way Milo acted really stupid, allowing his emotions to take control over his mind, but Scorpio had his own way of living.

The aquamarine-haired man sighed. Just when Milo confessed his secret to Camus, he got really ill. It was almost funny to see how much the fate wanted to separate them…

Camus stood up from the couch and approached the fireplace. He should light a fire and warm the room, because now Milo would need it really badly.

When the warm fire was raging inside the fireplace the door of Milo's bedroom opened and Camus saw the old doctor with the unreadable expression on his face. The silver-haired man looked at the young Saint and smiled.

"Don't worry, it is just the flu."

Camus sighed with the relief.

"But it is strange for me, that he looks like he was sick at least for two days. His illness evolved really quickly…"

"He has the flu for the first time in his whole life, so I suppose that's the reason…" murmured Camus, chuckling lightly.

"The first time? Oh God, how lucky and unlucky at the same time he is!" said the doctor, looking at Camus with the surprise. "But you don't have to be worry, Camus. I left a few medicines for him, and if he will stay in the bed he will get better soon."

The Aquarius sighed deeply.

"I'm really glad for your help, doctor."

The old man smiled warmly to him, heading to the exit.

"It was pleasure to help you. Take care of your friend."

And he left the owner of the hut, standing in the center of the living room. After a while the aquamarine-haired Saint heard the hum of the pulled sleigh and the bark of the dogs. He looked at the fireplace, turned around and entered Milo's bedroom.

The Scorpio Saint still had the red cheeks and the sweat on his forehead. He was murmuring something under his nose as well, gasping spasmodically the blanket of his bed. Camus frowned, feeling the cold in the room, like the fire form the fireplace couldn't reach this corner of the hut.

Camus sighed. It was too cold for Milo to stay here in his condition. The only thing that the Aquarius should do now was moving his friend from here to the living room, when air was already warm. He approached Milo and shook gently his arm.

"Milo. Milo, wake up."

The Scorpio turned his head, and opened his bright, blue eyes, now shining from the fever. He raised his hand and placed it on the Camus' cheek.

"You are back…" he whispered quietly. "You were right, I didn't when notice when you returned…"

Camus touched Milo's warm and shivering hand still on his cheek.

"Don't talk too much, Milo. Don't waste your strength."

Milo smiled faintly, stroking gently Camus cheek.

"Come, Milo, I have to move you to the living room. There is warmer than here."

The Scorpio slipped the blanket from his body, trying to stand up. Camus helped him with it and almost pulling Milo, they left the bedroom. Blue-haired man was walking barely, moving slowly with the Camus as the prop of his body.

"I had really strange dream, Camus…" he whispered, trying to hold his body in the vertical position.

"I told you to not speak, Milo."

"Sorry… But it was so happy dream…"

Finally they reached the couch. Milo fell at it almost fainted.

"Wait here, I will give you the pillows and the blanket," said Camus quickly heading to the bedroom and bringing these items. He covered tightly Milo with the blanket. "Sleep, Milo. You should rest. I will wake you up for the dinner."

Milo nodded weakly with the pale smile on his red face.

"I was dreaming about you, Camus… " the Scorpio said quietly. "And about the Aurora Borealis…"

Camus sat beside him on the small remaining peace of the couch, looking at his friend and checking the temperature of his body. Milo's forehead was really hot, at the same time he had uncontrollable chills.

"You asked me to kiss you," the blue-haired Saint continued. "And then I said that…"

Camus placed his fingers on Milo's trembling lips, silencing him.

"Stop, Milo. You can tell me about your dream when you will fell better," whispered Camus. Milo's body was really sensitive to the illness; even the small fever was making him believe that the day he passed was just a dream… "I will bring you some ice; your head needs the cold."

He stood up quickly, leaving his friend, and heading to the kitchen. He prepared the small sac with the pieces of ice, and when he returned to the living room, Milo was sleeping peacefully.

Camus smiled warmly, placing the ice on his forehead and stroking gently his red cheek. Indeed, Milo looked so innocently while sleeping, why he didn't notice it earlier? After all, the Scorpio was really often falling asleep inside his Temple after their long talk to the late night. Or it was again the due to Milo's words? Due to his love?

The Aquarius sighed deeply heading to the kitchen one more time. He was looking through the window at the snow for a while, wondering what would happen next. Then he shook his head and took the preparations for the dinner. Milo would be really hungry when he woke up the next time.

When Milo woke up many hour later it was dark already; he could see many stars through the window. He felt almost like after another night with many bottles of the alcohol, just like times when Camus was dead. His sight was dizzy a little; the thoughts couldn't focus on anything for a long time. The fireplace seemed to be dead, and even if the air in the room was cool, he felt really hot. Milo didn't like this kind of hot, making him to sweat all the time. It was really annoying, troublesome and uncomfortable.

He took a few deep breaths and sat in the couch, trying to get rid of covering him blanket. The sac with the cool water fell down on the pillow, slipping from his forehead. It passed a long time before he saw the dark figure, sitting on the floor beside the couch. Milo blinked a few times, looking at the strange thing. But when the shadow moved a little, the Scorpio understood what it was. He almost cried because of the emotion.

His beloved Camus was sitting on the floor, covered by the thin coverlet and resting his head against the couch. Milo could see the book that slipped from his hand when the Aquarius fell asleep finally. The aquamarine hair was falling down his calm face; a few strands strayed between his head and the couch. His calm breathe filled the room.

Milo sighed shakily and stretched his hand into Camus' direction. He touched gently his aquamarine hair and stroked his cool cheek. Camus murmured something under his nose, but the Scorpio couldn't understand it clearly.

"Oh, Camus, you moron. You will catch the cold too," Milo whispered, moving his legs and placing them on the floor carefully.

But it seemed that Camus had really light sleep, because Milo didn't even manage to stand up, when he opened his dark eyes.

"Milo?" he asked half-consciously, looking around. "You wake up already? You shouldn't get out of the bed…"

Milo smiled warmly, stroking delicately the long, aquamarine hair of his friend.

"I'm feeling better now, Camus. I wanted to bring the blanket for you. You could catch the cold too if you will sleep on the floor, covered by mere coverlet."

Camus blinked a few times.

"Actually I don't even know when I fell asleep," he said, standing up and sitting beside Milo on the couch. "I was probably tired after this day…"

Milo sighed deeply.

"Camus, you shouldn't sit here for the whole night."

"Don't mind it, Milo. I wanted to watch if there isn't happening something bad to your condition," answered Camus, yawning widely. "So, you are feeling better now? I'm glad. The doctor was worried that your illness evolved so quickly."

The Scorpio laughed.

"If it evolved quickly, then it will end soon, right?"

Camus smiled as well, seeing the good mood of his friend.

"Hungry? I left you the dinner. I just couldn't make myself to wake you up; you were sleeping so peacefully," added the Aquarius, heading to the kitchen. After a while in the space appeared Milo.

"I could eat the whole Siberian bear, if you have it right now," Milo smiled, sitting at the table and stretching his body.

Yes, he felt better.

As the Milo said, two days later his illness was just the past. Camus could see his bright blue eyes, that wasn't shining in the fever, the red blushes on his cheek disappeared, and Milo wasn't coughing anymore.

"It is so nice!" Milo almost screamed, taking a deep breathe of the Siberian air, standing in the front of Camus' hut. "But Camus…"

"What?"

The Aquarius was watching as his friend looked around himself a few times with the confused look on his face.

"Where is my Mr. Snowman?!"

Camus sighed really quietly.

"I have no idea, Milo. Probably some yeti came here and took it away," answered Camus, not looking at his friend, and trying not to laugh. The awful snowman was lying far away from his hut, now covered by the thick layer of the fresh snow.

"Stop making the fun of me, Camus! Yeti doesn't exist!"

"Are you sure? It wasn't you who spend here many years."

"So what? I know that such a thing doesn't exist. You can't fool me, Camus."

The Aquarius chuckled, being glad that his friend was already healthy. There was just one thing that Camus should do.

"Come inside, Milo. You could catch another illness."

Milo murmured something, really discontent.

"But I wanna make another snowman!"

"Not this time, Milo."

The Scorpio sighed, seeing the fierce face of his friend. Whatever he would say now, Camus wouldn't listen to his words. So he obeyed him, and entered the hut.

"Then what we are gonna to do now, Camus?" asked Milo, turning around, and seeing his friend rested on the closed door behind him, and looking at the floor. "What's wrong, Camus?"

"Can we… talk?"

"Of course, we can. What king of question it was? We always can talk!"

Camus sighed and took a look at his blue-haired friend.

"Do you remember the night, when you saw here the Aurora Borealis?"

Milo blinked a few times, wondering what was inside Camus' mind this time.

"Yes, I do."

"When you were sick, you thought that it was the dream…" Camus gulped quietly. "This Aurora and things we did, and we said that night."

"Really?"

"Yes. Do you still think that it was the dream?" asked Camus, not looking at him.

Milo frowned, and approached him slowly. He took gently his hand with his own. The fingers of his other hand touched lightly Camus' cheek, stroking the skin gently and forcing the Aquarius to look inside his own, bright blue eyes.

"No, I don't think it was dream. And I can say it one more time, if you want. Camus, I love you."

Camus closed his eyes, sighing with the relief.

"Fine. Then I have to tell you something."

Camus looked one more time inside Milo's eyes, linking their fingers together.

"Milo, I know that I failed as your friend many times. I'm not sure if I'm able to change that in the future, but now it doesn't matter for me," Camus started, trying to not turn away his eyes. "For some time I felt something strange, disturbing my mind. And after that night I understand what it was."

Camus' other hand touched gently Milo's one, still stroking his warm cheek.

"I don't know if I would be good lover, when I wasn't the best friend for you, but Milo…" Camus took a deep breath. "I… I love you too."

Milo gasped, surprised a little, but after a while he smiled. He pressed their forehead together, stroking Camus' cheek, and almost crying from the happiness he could feel at now.

"Oh, Camus, I'm glad, that you said it to me," he murmured, approaching their lips, and kissing him gently.

"Milo, it is not everything I want to say now," added Camus, when their lips departed. His voice became harsh a little. "You should be aware, how hard it is for me to accept my feelings towards you. I'm not able to love every person that said to me 'I love you', so I'm sure that you are the only one in my life I'm able to love." Camus took a deep breath. "Milo, don't dare to betray me with someone else, because I would never forgive you that."

Milo encircled tightly his arms around Camus.

"Camus, I will never do that. You are my only love too, I'm sure. So don't be afraid that there would be another person in my life I would love so much like you."

Camus smiled warmly and took Milo's face inside his hands.

"I'm glad to hear that, Milo."

The Scorpio smiled as well, tightening his hug, and kissing Camus gently into his fragile lips.