To Tame the Beauties
Disclaimer : all characters belonged to the highly respected Masami Kurumada. No infringement intended.
A/N : so sorry for the long update, I was so, so busy. Anyway, before going to this 2nd chapter, kindly be informed that these one shots will involve Sisyphus in every chapter, not necessarily as the main character but he'll be there, all because I love Sisyphus :D And sometimes he probably could be, well… a bit nasty depending on the situation, because as he said, everyone had their dark side. But he's still a good guy of course.
And I wish to thank my wonderful reviewers : Minekoanime, Gin, SilverCat. Appreciate it. There's some additional note at the end of this chapter for you guys.
Enjoy! Sorry for a bit of OOC-ness. Oh and I have nothing against Defteros, he's a really terrific guy. Just need him to act that way for this chapter.
The Beauty behind a Broken Heart
Timeline : More less a month after the first chapter.
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Aspros betrayal was the first thing El Cid heard as he came back from his latest mission.
With brows knitted in full concentration and shock, the Capricorn saint sat on his study inside his temple and scanned the recent report brought to him by one of the Silvers, trying with everything he might to understand what had taken place during his leave.
The report said, the incident had occurred sometime last week. Aspros the Gemini saint had tried to kill Sage in his desperate attempt to achieve the position as the High Pope. In the process he had used his twin brother Defteros as the main assassin. The fight had been brutal, but at the end the Pope and one Gold saint had defeated the twin brothers. Aspros died and Defteros left immediately, taking along his deceased brother's body and the sacred Gemini Gold cloth.
El Cid for the life of him couldn't help to think what had made Aspros do such an unexplainable and degrading act. Treachery was not allowed anywhere and in Sanctuary it only meant death. For the years he had spent in Sanctuary, El Cid didn't really befriend the twins, Defteros especially, but he had known Aspros as being a kind man, a respected and humble person.
It was true that the man had a rather obscuring antipathy toward Sanctuary's inhabitants for all the rough treatments Defteros received, El Cid could understand that, but not once he would've thought Aspros could have created such a fearsome scheme to bring down the Pope. Never once he would've thought a man such him could be eaten by his own treacherous ambition, so severely until he dared forsaken his own future and life. Aspros had done all of that only for a mere position as a Pope, a successor to the throne, where it had been Sisyphus the Sagittarius as his rival. And El Cid had honestly thought the two were quite close friends. It was a sad fact how the friendship seemed to mean nothing to the Gemini.
Nevertheless the damage had been done. Aspros had made a grievously wrong decision. No one, however, had ever said that being a saint meant they were immune to all kinds of worldly temptation. It just came along with the territory.
The Spanish man swallowed a disappointed, heavy sigh and went back to read the last part of the report. Reading it thoroughly, his eyes were then quick to read the name of the Gold saint that had helped Sage during the incident.
Asmita of Virgo.
This can't possibly be good…
A strange, uncomfortable feeling suddenly surfaced inside him, which turned quickly into a level of uneasiness that led him to put the report back on the table and exit his temple in haste. It was already dark outside. The weather was calm, but even as he could see the stars twinkling above, the Capricorn could faintly detect the upcoming of a rain. Gloomy, just like what he was feeling at the moment.
With darkness around him, his determined steps brought him to the Virgo temple, the residence of Asmita, the one who had witnessed the whole tragedy. He had assumed that Asmita would've meditating right now, as he usually be, and should it wasn't that important, El Cid was not too pleased to disturb the man's sacred routine.
But as he entered the hallway of the said temple, his steps died down as an exclamation of surprise caught him. He wasn't too unsure of what it was that shocked him so, and the Excalibur wielder concentrated once more on his inner sense to reach out further inside the building.
What he felt there shocked him, more than he had imagined it to be.
For the long years he knew Asmita, El Cid had always known the Virgo's cosmos to be the most powerful and virtuous of them all. Asmita was such a formidable human being who had possessed a level of cosmos which was indisputably impressive and powerful enough to destroy, but at the same time was tranquil and consoling. It was all of those qualities that should be expected coming from the one so called a second man to God, a title that defiantly suited Asmita all these years.
But that second man to God should not emit cosmos so full of sorrow and emptiness, as what El Cid was perceiving right now.
It was hollow and depressing. It was nothing but dejection and misery.
It was like whoever was inside this temple was not Asmita at all.
And El Cid felt as if his breath stopped in his throat. Asmita…
"Regulus had first noticed this two days after it happened."
El Cid spun around to the voice from behind. Sisyphus, looked all regal and glorious in his Sagittarius Gold cloth, walked slowly into the hallway. The elder saint stopped right beside him and El Cid could see right away the solemn expression visible on the man's fair face. It was a mix of sadness and confusion all in one.
"Sisyphus?"
Sisyphus nodded, "Welcome back, El Cid dear friend. I trust your mission went well?"
Staring back with eyes widely opened, El Cid even forgot to greet back as he asked, "What did you just say?"
The eldest Gold saint sighed first before he gave his answer, "I said, Regulus had first noticed this. You know my nephew's temple is the closest to here. At first after the incident, he could still feel the normal Asmita, than after the first two days, it started to be like this and that was when he came to me."
The concern laced in his heavy voice didn't escape the Capricorn's keen hearings. He glanced at the closed door, the uneasiness changed slowly into a slight panic. His eyes then back to his comrade, "What is going on, Sisyphus?"
"What do you think?"
El Cid swallowed. Even he could draw a quick assumption regarding the matter, "He suffers for fighting Defteros…"
"You're the one who told me that he likes him," The Greek responded, voice heavy as if he had to let out all his strength merely to give some sort of explanation to his friend, "Personally, I don't know the depth of their relationship, but they fought and Defteros left, so please figure out the rest. I've been watching him everyday, El Cid, but he doesn't come out, not even once. I've asked all the servants and they said he doesn't even let them inside his temple since last week after the time of the incident…."
"But it can't be…" El Cid exclaimed, for a moment couldn't think of the right reply to those horrifying facts, "You should've gone to the Pope …"
"I would've, but I needed to make sure. And I thought I should wait for you. But now time is running out and since you're already here…," Sisyphus straightened and began to walk to the door, "I'd say we're going in."
A gold clothed hand shot up, halted his movement although in uncertainty, "Sisyphus, how of the rules? You know well no one shall enter another's temple uninvited…"
He would regret having proposed that kind of doubt to the Commander of Sanctuary as Sisyphus gazed at him, his hazel eyes split between irritation and amusement, "El Cid, you of all people should know there's something not going well inside there. You really wish to wager over your friend's sake only because of that said rule? Screw it. We're going in. Either you could come with me or I will do it myself."
Of course, El Cid noted inwardly. This anyhow should be done days ago, when things hadn't gone too far. However it also came to his acknowledgment that none of them, him including, would dare to oppose Asmita. No one but Sisyphus as he was the eldest of them all. Rule was rule, but it could be bent, and if Asmita chose to fight them for breaking and entry… well he didn't want to think about it right now.
He let go of Sisyphus hand and nodded slowly, "I'll go with you."
Standing beside his friend, El Cid watched as the other saint put his hand on the door's handle and opened it swiftly. It wasn't locked and the two allowed themselves to enter cautiously.
There was no light whatsoever inside the Virgo's living room and the air that greeted them was dense and suffocating. Everything seemed dusty and the strange smell invaded El Cid's nostril signified that the room was kept tightly closed for quite some times. He could see why as all the windows and curtains were kept close, not allowing any bit of fresh air to come inside the living quarter.
"By Athena…"
Sisyphus was quiet, but the two moved around quickly, searching blindly for some candles to light up the room and managing to do so without having to bump into anything as it was completely dark in there. When there were finally some lights, they opened few of the windows just to let some air into the seemingly deserted room.
The two saints looked for a while, but there was no sign of the temple's guardian neither in the living room nor in the kitchen. So the only place they had to search was…
"El Cid, bedroom," Sisyphus voiced out.
With haste, the two headed to the bedroom, couldn't be sure of what to expect.
The bedroom's door opened up with a soft creak, El Cid's eyes immediately searched through the entire room. Like in the living area, the bedroom was dark, all windows and curtains were tightly closed and there was no sound at all. The only dim light in the room came from a single, nearly burned out candle on the far left wall. Even tough it couldn't do much as a proper lighting, but it helped the two saints to locate their friend.
Sitting dejectedly on the floor in one corner of the room was Asmita, or was what looked like him, the Capricorn thought in astonishment. Again he had hoped that Asmita should be meditating like he usually was and that everything was alright. But no, the Virgo was simply sat there, with his back to the wall, hugging his legs and burying his face on the top of his knees. The mass of long, blonde hair flowed down his hunched back.
At least he was still breathing, calculating from the faint rise and fall of his body. Still, what he presented at the moment was clearly a posture of a defeated person, one an Asmita, the eminent demigod of the Sanctuary, should never compose.
The Virgo saint must've heard the door being opened, and two pairs of eyes bore down as the blonde head slowly moved, lifted up to reveal a still pretty although disheveled face and tightly closed eyes. And then a second later, the small mouth opened, voice raspy.
"Who's there?"
He even failed to detect their cosmos. Whatever hell was Asmita going through?
El Cid saw how Sisyphus shoulders became tensed, could be from shock or anger, or both. Without a word, the Sagittarius sauntered to where the blonde was sitting. El Cid followed him closely.
"Asmita."
"Sisyphus…" he finally said the name. El Cid knew even that he was totally blind, he could see them with his inner sense. "El Cid… What are you doing here?"
He was the first one to move, "Sisyphus, let me find more candles…"
He rummaged through all the drawers and cabinet, finding them as fast as he could and wasted no time to light them up. Soon the room was illuminated with the gentle flames from all the candles he put around the room, and with that, he and Sisyphus could see the real condition of their despaired friend.
Or as such, what was left of him.
Asmita's face was very pale, that was the first thing they could see. He was always pale in nature, but tonight his paleness looked very close like he had just been awakened from being buried alive. His forever closed eyes looked swollen with bags underneath them, an indication of his weeping and sleepless days, and his used to be shining, golden hair looked dull. Sisyphus and El Cid didn't need to question whether he had been eating anything since a week ago, the younger man looked very unhealthy and surprisingly thin. There was just no trace of once the sophisticated saint of Athena as the fair face held nothing but blank and disoriented expression.
Then, to their utmost horrors, the two even saw about a dozen bottles of rums on the floor next to the blonde knight, most of them were already empty and looked as if they had been there for days. The smell they produced wasn't nice either.
Asmita wasn't even drinking. And the sight before him frustrated El Cid instantly.
He felt a strong urge to come to the blonde and just shake some sense into him, but surely it would be considered terribly imprudent. So he waited, fixing his gaze to the Virgo saint, could feel the confusion and shock behind those tightly closed eyes that lifted up to them.
As he felt them near, Asmita tried to stand up, but in his wretched state, the sudden movement caused him to sway and fell back to the floor. El Cid was quick to step behind him and took hold of his arms, helping him get the balance of himself and to sit properly. The blonde knight smelled of sweat, tears, alcohol, and one more thing. An utter despair.
Asmita's eyebrows rose up to him, but he didn't move away. He seemed to have some difficulties to speak, or it was his mind that was too perplexed to grant him any action. When finally he could whisper, his voice was creaking as if he hadn't been speaking for decade, "What are you two doing here…? You shouldn't be here…"
"So we just have to wait until you turned yourself into a corpse?"
El Cid could hear Asmita's breath hitched, there was so easy to notice the anger in Sisyphus tone. The Virgo's face blanched as he gazed up to the Sagittarius saint hovering very closely above him, and to it, he could only shake his head in a visible denial, "I'm not…"
"What are you doing, Virgo?" Sisyphus asked again roughly and this time the blonde had no answer.
His long fingers were playing with the rim of his tunic in an extremely nervous gesture. El Cid put a hand on his back, touching him with the tips of his fingers and stated softly, "Asmita, you need to end this. You look very… unwell. Let us help you."
He shook his head, "No… I am fine… Please just… leave me be…"
"You mean leave you to these?" Sisyphus cut him off and pointed to the empty bottles, very much infuriated.
Behind his overwhelmed facade, Asmita's feature hardened, "This should be naught of your concern… I was just…"
"Mourning?"
Asmita quieted. It was then he realized that Sisyphus was crouching down in front of him, his face was right before his own. Panic dwelled in as he realized he was sandwiched between his two seniors. Should he was in a better condition, he would've already made a run for it. But ever a proud individual like he was, he wouldn't back down from such a situation, no matter how disordered his mind was at that moment. Biting his lips, he tried again, "Sisyphus… This all I ask from you and I won't ask it again : please leave me alone… "
Sisyphus lips were drawn into a thin line and by that El Cid knew the man was completely in fury. Answering Asmita's request, Sisyphus snatched the blonde's thin wrist and hissed, "Strip."
Even El Cid's blood froze at that. "Sisyphus…?"
"W…what?"
"I said strip." Sisyphus voice was stern and clearly left no room for argument, "You will bath and eat, and while you're at it, I will call some servants to clean the place. You look filthy and this temple of yours looks worse than a hell hole, Asmita."
Asmita gaped. The fear on his face gradually turned into anger rivaled that of Sisyphus's own and he spoke back in a tone full of displeasure, "No."
"Asmita…"
"You have no right to order me around," the blonde spat, "This is my temple and you are trespassing. Get out!"
"Oh, and I should mind the words from a drunken man?"
El Cid saw how the more Asmita talked back, the more Sisyphus rage worsened. Silently, the Sagittarius eyes glanced at him, making a vague signal only both of them could understand, and again El Cid had no other choice but to follow the instruction.
With his position still kneeling behind the blond, El Cid took hold of his upper arms and gripped hard. Asmita started to struggle, panic rose up ten folds as he felt Sisyphus crouched even closer, his hands shot up to grabbed the front of his tunic. Before Asmita had enough time to react, Sisyphus brutally tore off the material into two with one strong tug, sliding them down to pool around Asmita's elbows and exposing the Virgo's pale, thin body.
"NO!"
Asmita trashed as if he was being possessed. Fear and confusion mixed into one as he realized that Sisyphus would simply do what he intended to, no excuse given. He was drunk, famished and terribly weak, but with the last of his strength, he managed to push and kick both his elders away.
With a movement so much uncoordinated, the poor saint then scrambled to the side, dragging his body backwards in a frantic attempt to find a bit of escape from the two saints.
"What do you want, Sisyphus?!" He then shouted, still clutching at his torn clothes until his fingers turned horribly white.
It nearly broke El Cid's heart to see him like this. "Asmita, we're only trying to help," he coaxed in a most gentle way possible, but his soothing tone went to deaf ears as the Virgo only shook his head.
"Get out…" he breathed in desperation.
Sisyphus, on the other hand, didn't move even a bit by the saddened sight before him. The furious man advanced on Asmita, fists clenching on his sides. El Cid jumped beside him and put a hand on the stiffened shoulder, "Sisyphus, calm down…"
He could understand his friend's anger though. It was so unlike Asmita to behave like this. Sisyphus glanced at him, and El Cid almost choked at seeing the frustration on the normally calm hazel eyes, "He's falling apart, El Cid, and the worst part is he still keep his stubbornness… This is unbelievable.."
"Yes I know," he replied, "But maybe we should take it easy…"
"He is what they call the second man to God!" Sisyphus suddenly snarled, the blazing eyes were back to the miserable form on the floor and Sisyphus sneered, "That used to be your title, is that right, Virgo? What are you now? Nothing but a piece of worthless trash…"
"Shut up…" Asmita hissed.
Sisyphus shook his head, "I thought a kind like you shouldn't get affected by mere things like this, but apparently I was wrong. Look at you. You let pain and alcohol corrupted you, filling your mind with grieve that you don't even bother to fight back. You are so absorbed in your own self-induce demolition, you don't even know yourself anymore. You made yourself weak when you supposed to be the mightiest of us all. Tell me something, Asmita, are you still worth to be called a knight of Athena?"
Asmita's lips twitched, his body trembled violently from what El Cid distinguished as blinding rage. Then a second later, the blonde's scream filled the entire room, "YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FELT!"
"THEN TELL ME HOW DID IT FEEL!" Sisyphus roared back. He was back to his crouching position right before the screeching blonde, completely ignorant to the other's fury, "Tell me how it felt to have fought Defteros? How it felt to have he left you? It was him that made you like this, was it? You love him and the only thing he did was trying to take your life and left you!"
"Curse you, Sisyphus!"
"I'd rather be cursed thousand times than seeing one of my comrades like this," the Sagittarius spat, "There is nothing sadder than to see someone who doesn't wish to be helped when he needs it the most. You're pathetic, Asmita."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"LIKE HELL I WILL!"
El Cid stood tense, watching as a glow of dangerous cosmos swirling around Asmita. The Virgo was completely livid, his cosmos leaking as he was preparing to strike a hit upon the two invaders.
This was bad.
Sisyphus saw this too, but not once he showed any sign of back away. Still holding his current position, the man gritted, "Either you do as I told or go ahead fight us. Oh how I will gladly accept the challenge, coming from a wretched like you. Come now, Virgo, make your move."
And Asmita froze. From the look on his face, he seemed considering which one he would send to hell first, Sisyphus or El Cid. But against all the bubbling rage inside him, the man seemed to realize his fatal defeat. Whatever retort or assault he planned in his head died down in an instance, his cosmos deliberately evaporated. At least, El Cid thought, the man still had his sanity intact for not deciding to unleash his power against the two of them.
The Virgo saint looked down, a small whimper escaped his lips. His pale body shuddered as tears began to trickle down from his tight clenched eyes. He then brought a hand to hold his pained head and with that, the mighty saint then began to sob.
El Cid saw the first warning of a nervous breakdown, and fainting. He then put one hand on Sisyphus shoulder, whispering, "Sisyphus…"
"I know." The Sagittarius saint stood up, running a frustrated hand through the mass of his hair, "I didn't mean to yell… Sorry…."
"You're only trying to help," El Cid gave him a small smile, patting the shoulder. "Do you mind should I handle this?"
"Oh?" Sisyphus rose his eyebrows and despite his agitation, the man managed to give his friend a slight smile. "Sure," he said after a while, "I will just call the servants and tell them to clean the place. Go talk some senses into him and good luck."
With one last glance to Asmita, the archer left the room, leaving the two alone. El Cid paced across the room. He took off his cape and sent his Gold cloth away, it assembled itself in the other corner of the room. Holding his cape, he kneeled beside the severely distraught saint and put the cape on him, covering his half naked body. One of his hands remained on the trembling shoulder. He didn't say anything though, he just watched in silence as the younger man cried his heart out. It was perhaps the best to let him weep, to release all of the frustration inside him.
When Asmita cries gradually calmed down, then he spoke, keeping his tone extremely gentle, "Asmita, please calm down."
Asmita hiccupped once, twice, then breathed through his cry, "I hate him…"
"Who? Sisyphus?" The blonde nodded and El Cid forced himself not to smile. He gave a slight squeeze to the shoulder and spoke up, "He's only trying to help Asmita and you know this. But this would be difficult if you keep turn us away when you know you could always talk to us…"
The pale face lifted up to him, "I can't speak of this, El Cid…"
"And why is that, because it's too embarrassing for you?" He asked and Asmita nodded slowly. El Cid sighed and rubbed at the Virgo's tensed back, biting back a curse as he could feel the bones inside the thin body, "Asmita, are you thinking that lowly of us, your own fellow Gold saints? Of me? That you don't give any chance for me to help you? Speak your mind. You know it is never a humiliation to ever call for aid from your own friend."
Asmita bit his lower lips, "And you are sure you are willing to listen.."
"What am I doing here anyway?" El Cid chuckled gently.
Asmita clutched harder at El Cid's cape as he was pondering at the other's suggestion and wiped his tears. His hands were still trembling, but his tears had stopped. Then, as moments passed by, his lips began to open, speaking with a voice so soft it almost escaped the Capricorn's ears.
"He said he loves me," he stated brokenly, beginning his tale, "We made a promise once, that even if the war comes and our lives come to an end, we will accept our death together, gracefully, as we will re-join in another world. But then the thing happened and he said he has nothing for me, for us. He said there was too much hatred and pain, he couldn't accept Aspros death and he just… had to bid me goodbye… he wished never to see me again….and he left…" Some strands of long hair fell at the side of his face, but the despair man didn't even bother to brush it aside. The pain he felt so evident on his face as he continued on, "I let him take everything from me… I gave him my mind and body because I thought he loves me just like I love him… I am the man closest to God, you all deem me of being immune to all kinds of pain. But I am only a mere human, El Cid, and I still could feel, everything. And when he left, it hurt… so much… I swear on the name of all the Gods that I tried to bear it and rid myself of the feeling but I just failed…"
He stopped as the last shred of his confidence came crumbling down and he covered his face with both hands. El Cid exhaled some breath, not even knowing that he had held them long enough. He felt some kind of a strong urge to find Defteros and rip the man apart, but then what good would it do to Asmita?
In an almost unconscious mode, his hand lifted, brushing the falling hair and tugging it behind the blonde's ear, his movement was carefully measured as not to startle the already tensed man, "Asmita, did you really love him?"
Slowly the frail hands lowered down and Asmita's golden head turned to him, "I… I don't know anymore… I thought I did but now I know that I've made a mistake.." Long, white fingers wiped once again at the tears and Asmita shook his head slowly, "I don't know what to do…"
"Then please allow me to help…"
It was as if a slow realization began to creep into the blonde's head, made him comprehend something else about the saint on his side. His closed eyes fixed to El Cid's face in confusion as he asked very, very slowly, "Why do you care?"
El Cid sighed, for a brief moment was having some kind of intention to fly off the scene. Confessing his feeling was something very hard for him to do. But Asmita was there, beside him, helpless and in need of a dire help, it all made El Cid forgot his nervousness. It was a real now or never situation.
Hardening his heart, the Capricorn then went to state, "Asmita, you are a Gold saint, a noble man and the most powerful of us all. But you are right, all of those qualities doesn't make you invulnerable to things like this, none of us does. Your suffering is understandable, hence give me your consent to help you."
"But I can't bother you with all this hopelessness," the blonde scowled, "Not when the War is coming upon us …"
"Asmita, I don't care about the war."
Silence filled the room as Asmita gaped, "El Cid, I don't understand what you mean…"
El Cid's fingers reached up to wipe the dried pearly liquid on the other's porcelain cheeks, it felt warm in his hand and he spoke on, "At this moment, I would care less for the war and everything else. What I wish right now is to give everything to stop these tears from gracing your face. You are the most beautiful thing on earth and I would rather die than see you cry over someone who had hurt you like Defteros had. Because Asmita, you are so precious and I will happily let my soul be damned for hundred years from now should I lose you right now. I will not let you slip away."
For the second time in that night, Asmita froze and gasped. Should he was not blind, El Cid was sure that he would've regarded him with eyes even bigger than those children with candies in their hands. "El Cid..?"
"Please grant me the honor to be a part of your life," El Cid remarked, half begging and half demanding, "I know how devastating things looks for you, but I promise that you will see everything will turn out just fine. Please have faith in me, Asmita. Grant me a chance to heal you, help you to forget your suffering, to forget him." Ever so slowly El Cid reached out to touch the pale cheek with the back of his hand, brushing it with such tenderness like a mother to her newborn baby, "To once again help you reaching into your soul to regain your strength. Because at the end, you will see, Asmita of Virgo, that Defteros is not worth any of your tears."
The shocked man kept his silence, seemingly didn't dare to make any slightest move. However he didn't brush away El Cid's fingers which were still lingering on his face and to El Cid it was more than promising.
"Asmita?"
Asmita's voice was barely could be heard at all, "You will do all that… For me?"
He smiled to him, "For you."
Then it was his turn to gasp as suddenly the blonde head came closer to rest on his chest. Asmita choked on his last sob, his body shuddered, and El Cid could hear him sighed aloud.
"He's not worth any of my tears…" the Indian repeated in a very faint voice and El Cid smiled.
It must've been his very lucky day.
He curled both his hands around the thin waist, holding him tightly, relishing in the warmth as the blonde leaned further into him. The closeness was indescribably comfortable and even in million years, El Cid would definitely refuse to let him go. Giving a small kiss to the top of the other's head, he nodded, "No, Asmita. Not even a tiny bit of it."
They fell into silence for a moment, before El Cid then moved, "Come, my love. We need to get you cleaned up. And afterwards you should eat. Do you ever taste any Spanish meal?"
Asmita's head lifted up, a faint blush starting to creep onto his cheeks. For the first time that evening, he was able to flash out a smile, "No El Cid, I haven't."
Back in the living room, Sisyphus silently stood watching from the slightly ajar door as the two made their way to the bathroom, clearly seeing how El Cid's strong arms curled around Asmita's waist and how the blonde didn't even reject as the Capricorn followed him into the bathroom.
And the Sagittarius saint smiled. A soft, understanding smile which only he knew the meaning.
As right now, he would trust Asmita to no one but El Cid, because there was nothing better to heal a repulsive broken heart than the love itself. Because everyone had their own way in taming their beauties, and El Cid surely had his own way to tame his. In time, Asmita would see who really deserved him, all El Cid needed to do was to shower him with his compassion and unrestrained love. And then all would be fine.
The first drop of rain was starting to pour down the earth. As he left the Virgo temple, Sisyphus knew that Asmita was well taken care of.
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Next : Kardia
A/N : So, about Albafica, well actually he didn't really say it that he likes Sisyphus back. It was all Sisyphus who said it. Let's just say that our Sagittarius probably had exaggerated a bit :D. Alba's feeling will be revealed in chapter 4, yes he and the lovely Sisy will be back. So 'til then, thank you for reading!