Hello!
Thanks everyone for reading so far and for the long wait. Here it is the new chapter. I must confess I'm not 100% satisfied, it was a really difficult chapter to write, but I hope you enjoy! If not, feel free to leave me your feedback ;)
on my defense, I began writing this story before the twins backstory was published. it just happened to be very convenient
Saga didn't need any further soul searching to realize the truth in Shura and Mu's words. He had known it for a while, but he had been trying to play dumb at least until he heard it from someone else's lips. Kanon certainly had his defects but that did not justify the way his older brother treated him. Nothing did. But as much as he had wanted to talk to his younger twin, the man was as unreachable as ever… No, it was worse.
Mu hadn't even left the Pope's chambers the night of the cemetery incident, when Kanon vanished again. He had been laying still in Saga's bed, but as soon as he woke up and realized where he was, he used his skills to disappear in thin air, right before the Aries and the Pope's noses. And despite how much they called for him, he did not reappear
Saga could have given in to his frustration and blame it all on Kanon as he had done every time they could have talked but ended up fighting, but not this time. This time he was determined to do what was right. And nor for Athena, the Sanctuary, his duty as saint, or anything of the sort, but simply because it was due. It had been a great hypocrisy to expect people to treat him right if he could not bring himself to serve as an example.
And the fact Kanon didn't dare engage him was truly worrisome. Saga had expected a dirty look from him at the very least, for dragging him up his dorm without his consent, for insisting, for annoying him, but the younger man rather looked down in quiet shame and puff, he was gone without a single sound, without even giving Saga the chance to voice his fear and concern, no chance to ask or explain. Nothing.
Saga knew he had it coming, but he wasn't quite ready to face the fact their relationship was finally so broken there was nothing left to salvage. So he prayed with real devotion to find him at the next meeting, that his duty as a saint were still strong enough to make him attend, that maybe Saga could appeal to it to at least call to a truce so they could sort things out. In exchange, Saga swore to take all of Kanon's anger without retaliation of any kind. He had no right to try to avoid it, mitigate it, counter it or redirect it. He had caused it, or even if he didn't, he had feed it. And so he had to take his share of responsibility even if Kanon did not take any.
Yes, Saga could very well endure his anger, but never his indifference. The absolute worst that could happen was that Kanon didn't even felt anything towards him anymore. That was a punishment he could not quite cope with, despite how much he deserved it. And so he prayed that would not be the case. He could only hope…
And yet that hope flicked when someone knocked at the Pope's studio a few hours before the meeting he was so anxious about.
Most saints had already gathered at the hall when Saga arrived. It was still early, but his heart sank as soon as he confirmed Kanon had not arrived. To distract himself from that fact, he mentally began checking assistance, Mu and Milo hadn't arrived either and a few silver saints. But other than that he concluded it might have been record attendance. Great…
He didn't though anyone else would show up so he decided to begin the meeting since Athena was already there. But before he opened his mouth, Kanon crashed soundly against the left wall of the hall - what the…?
– Nailed it! – said Milo, for managing to connect a direct punch
– What in the world...? – Kanon was annoyed not for being attacked or because it was Milo, but for being taken completely off guard. He glared at the Scorpio
"Had he been there all this time?" Saga realized Kanon ha actually arrived as early as the rest but he had been hiding. But given how Milo saw him clearly enough to assault him like that, Kanon was most likely only hiding from him but not from anyone else.
– Milo, are you nuts? – Demanded Aioria, but he was ignored
– You better have one good reason to cancel your one way ticket to the depths of the Caribbean, runt – Kanon stood up mostly unaffected by the punch and faced Milo. Oh, he was clearly not in the mood for jokes.
– Don't you dare plead insanity, or I'll make you learn the actual meaning of that word. – Milo was dead serious too.
– If you expect me to keep track of everything that goes through your mind, you... – But Milo intense look made something click in Kanon's brain, and suddenly realization punched Kanon harder than Milo did. - Is this about the night of the fishing trip? – he had completely forgotten about the kiss with Camus, who stepped back at the mention of the event. Milo narrowed his eyes. – No way… - Kanon rubbed his temple and sighed in resignation – How many past lives misdeeds I'm I supposed to atone for at this point? These runts spell my demise – He mumbled and added – Alright, how do you want to settle this?
- between you and me? – As Kanon nodded, Milo crossed his arms, looking away – there's nothing to settle, - he then indicated the punch he just gave Kanon - that was me honoring the childish and jealous hothead you've come to adore. So if you want to punch me back, just please not on my face.
- listen, I… wait, what? – Kanon blinked surprised
- of course if you are still so eager to be turn into a pin cushion again, I'll be more than glad to comply! – the Scorpio readied his scarlet needle.
- no, thanks. – Kanon hurried to stand behind Milo, holding his wrist away from himself - I'm still treating my aichmophobia so I can get me the tattoo I always dreamed of…
- then don't tempt me and be grateful! - he yanked his hand from Kanon and crossed his arms again
- but to what astronomical alignment do I owe your mercy, oh benevolent golden scorpion?
- none, only a bucket of cold reality… - Shura frowned concerned and Kanon covered his mouth with his fist, looking at his friend as if he held any clues he might have skipped, while Camus remained hiding behind his forelocks.
To Saga it was all a very bad omen, he could almost see the gears in his brother's brain turning to super speed trying to figure something out… Clearly he couldn't so after a moment of awkward silence…
- Any wise words of advice I can make fun of, goat?
- Sorry to disappoint. These past two weeks my mind had been elsewhere.
- drop it already. There's… - But Kanon dramatically hugged Milo in a way he was pretty much suffocating his friend
- no! don't grow up yet! I don't wanna be the only immature left!
- maturing at your age? You'd be rather fermenting – said Shura yanking Milo away from him with a great lack of conviction. – you do know you are not rum, right?
- my consumption rate should certify me by now
- that is not how it works.
– Kanon, Milo, I... – Camus was nervous as nobody had ever seen him. Upon hearing him talk Milo's mood turned somber. The Gemini didn't like it one bit – I-I didn't...
- No, stop. – Kanon grabbed a lock of his hair and began checking it. – I think I saw a white hair this morning. I'm going to snap if it wasn't an insomnia induced hallucination
- now you understand why I won't back up your idea of getting a TV? – said Shura
- with these dramas, why would you? – he patted Shura in the shoulder – Ok, that's it. I don't have any need of this! As if I had not enough troubles already as to deal with you on top of it all. – after a brief hesitation, he touched Milo's ribs with his fist and – there, peace? – he tried to shake hands with Milo. He only side glanced him.
- Yeah, whatever. – the Scorpio just slapped his hand
- You are witness – Kanon turned to Shura pointing at Milo. – I'm out!
Shura nodded.
- weren't we having a meeting? – said Milo
And so Saga started on time with the meeting, unsure if he should ask more about what was going on, and deeply concerned about Camus, who looked more spooked than before.
– Well, that concludes our general meeting. – said Saga after only half an hour. Most issues were already showing results. – Thanks everyone for your hard work. From now on, the general meetings will be held once every sixth months, although I might call on one sooner if any mayor issue arises. Everyone may leave but all gold saints and their disciples, there's one more issue to discuss.
Some were glad to be dismissed, some others worried, but in either case those not required hurried to leave the hall. Saga waited until the doors were closed again
The gold saints assumed their orderly positions with their disciples to their right. And contrary to what they expected, Saga stood next to Shion while Athena stood up from her throne
– Thanks for staying, my saints. – they all bowed before her - I've called for you because we got an unusual visitor last night, requesting immediate assistance. Please come forward. - From a door to the right came six men – Some of you might remember them. These are Poseidon's Mariners, who we fought around a year ago. – The gold saints were shocked that their former enemies were so casually allowed into Athena's temple. - Ever since then, a truce between our forces was established – truce, truce, truce, yeah right. And who would make them honor it? they are at Athena's temple! - and now they've come here requesting our help, honoring said truce. Siren Sorrento, please go ahead
– Poseidon's trident disappeared three days ago from the resting chambers at the Sea Temple. – ok, now that would make them honor the truce - We are not sure how, but, as you know, with the power to control the sea in the wrong hands, it would be catastrophic. We need to locate it and recover it immediately.
– Athena has agreed on sending two volunteers to help on the search. – At that point Saga stepped forward - A mission such as this requires power and discretion. No direct confrontations are allowed unless in self–defense and under immediate retreat and report.
– How do you manage to lose something so important twice? – Kanon was so mad at Sorrento, he didn't even noticed he interrupted Saga. The mariner hesitated to engage, but Io took his place.
– We ought to give our thanks to all the breaches you left in your wake, calamity on the run.
– Me? Io that's the nicest thing anyone ever told me – weirdly enough, Kanon sarcasm made the other mariners relax a notch. Sorrento and Krishna remained solemn.
– Ain't that sad? – replied Io
– If you came to propose this is the best time you'll get. Yet I warn you I'm not looking for steady right now.
– Nah, I'm having second thoughts. You sure there's not a third sibiling hiding somewhere? The man I felt in love with had this search and destroy psycho jerk feeling all about him. You are just giving me the creeps.
– I can prove it's me. I'll give you a chance to pick when and how.
Aphrodite made a scowl again.
– I'll be sure to forget about it, thanks. – Io gave him a cheerful thumps down - On the other hand, if you agree to help I might reconsider
– Missed me that bad? – Kanon rose an eyebrow - I dare to say you're being neglected. Very well, who am I to deprive you of my amazing presence?
– Whatever makes the dragging of your sorry ass all the way back easier...
- So, I guess you are coming? – said Sorrento. Kanon turned solemn too and nodded
- Ikki, won't you tag along? – asked the Gemini
The Phoenix stepped forward
– All set then. – Saga was really concerned about this - The meeting is dismissed…
– Hey, Camus. – Kanon turned to him - Before I leave…
– What?
– I can grant you three maybe five seconds of advantage so you try escape impending bad weather – Kanon put a hand on Milo's shoulder – Would you take them?
– No, it ought to rain some time
– Have your way. – Kanon slightly pushed Milo forward – I tried. See you around kids. In one piece each, preferably.
– I'm not making any promises. – Said Milo before turning around
– Be careful, you two – Camus followed him out
– I'm good to go. Hey, kid, - said Kanon to Ikki - if you have something to take care of, make haste
– I'm ready to leave whenever you say.
– Brother!
– See you later, Shun.
– That's it then - said Kanon to Sorrento – fill us in already!
Shion escorted Athena out as Saga saw Kanon join the other mariners.
They passed before him,
like water between his fingers,
through the side doors,
towards the guest chambers,
towards dangers unknown and maybe another war…
Yet he couldn't move. Kanon just passed before him, went through a door and left with Ikki and the other mariners
Saga found himself entering the dining hall to join the others in the usual lunch after a meeting. All gold saints and their disciples were already seated and enjoying their meal. Well, almost…
Milo ate as if there was no tomorrow while Camus barely poked at his share. It didn't make any sense for the Aquarius that if the Scorpio saw him and the Gemini kissing, only Kanon got punched several days afterwards and not even in a bad way.
Had the Helene finally given up on his French lover? That was the only logical explanation. Otherwise his jealousy would have at least tried to obliterated his fellow countryman off the face of the earth... Or had the Scorpio somehow managed to overcome his explosive nature? That couldn't be it or he wouldn't be at the edge of his nerves... As Milo stood up and picked the dishes, Camus startled everyone by standing up so suddenly he pushed away the chair and hit the table
– why won't you say anything? I don't get it! what is going on? Milo!
– what are you talking about?
– no, not now… – Saga clearly heard Shura's whisper.
– you! You are acting weird. Why did you took it on Kanon, but won't even look at me?
Saga turned to them concerned, it was weird to find tension between the two saints without a third party involved.
– I took it on Kanon because I felt like it. I won't look at you because I don't feel like it. what's so hard to understand?
– it doesn't make any sense
– I assure you, deep down it does make sense. You just don't want to face it.
"What the hell does that mean?!"
Milo left the dishes in the service table and walked towards the door. Maybe he was so mad that instead of any physical punishment, he was planning to torture Camus by ignoring him, which in a way it was worst but had never been successfully accomplished.
– You've pulled your luck far too many times with me and I'm fed up of always standing at the losers end.
Milo was giving up on him! Camus had to act fast, but what to do? He followed the other man towards the exit.
– At least allow me to explain…!
– No, save it, – Milo interrupted him without stopping – that's how you always wrap me up and I'm always the moron who believes you. – If the previous exchange hadn't called everyone's attention towards them, that certainly did – Like right now, see? – Milo suddenly turned around – I believe you! I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable and coherent explanation for all this mess, there always is, you are like a walking encyclopedia of explanations for everything. But hey, you know me, I'm the unreasonable one. Remember? If you thought I was gonna ride your cruise forever I'm sorry to tell you I still got some self–respect I'd like to preserve, you know, for the rainy days. You gotta get some yourself.
– Hey, you, – Camus just lost his patience – you are not Kanon to get away with any smartass act.
– Darn, Camus! – Shura turned to the exit wondering how wise would it be to bail.
– what kind of masochist are you!? – Milo turned around to face Camus again – I'm letting you escape and you insist on pissing me off! – everyone could feel the Scorpio's enraged cosmos rising – You were just two seconds away of missing the absolute worst time of your life, but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.
Saga considered taking them to another dimension to sort whatever this was before the Sanctuary turned into chaos. At that time Athena and Shion arrived.
Milo cosmos increased dangerously, making everyone around him rise from their places and back away. Some turned to Camus hoping somehow he'll dissuade Milo from fighting but he rather seemed ready to take him on, his cosmos already making ice crystals around him.
– What is up with you two? – Aldebaran was about to interfere, he was really surprised, but Mu stopped him
– are they seriously going to fight in here? – Angelo hurried to rescue his lunch.
"No, I know this music, I'm done with the beat. If we are doing this AGAIN it must be worth it." Milo's cosmos dropped. Having him suddenly speaking French dispelled the ice crystals too – so now I'm acting like Kanon? I'd bet you'd like that… – said Milo in a suggestive tone.
Almost nobody else in the salon understood a word Milo said. Saga did got a word or two but he wasn't as fluent in French as them. Still he knew that for Milo to rebuke in Camus native language this was far from just a regular disagreement. And the disapproving grunt Shura let out confirmed his fear that the first sting of the scorpion, a mild one, has just been delivered.
"What do you take me for?" it was rather a panicked question than an enraged one in Camus mind. He suddenly feared that Milo though he had been having fun behind his back. Nothing farther from the truth so he desperately needed to put things straight.
Milo smirked bitterly at Camus inability to react, and turned to leave.
– Milo, that is enough! – Called Saga in Greek after acknowledge the Aquarius's distress.
– Stay out of it, Saga – Shura pulled the sleeve of his tunic, talking in Spanish
– Shura?
– Camus had it coming. even he needs to learn there are limits that is not worth crossing.
– Hey Milo, wait, I'm...
Camus stood still as a scarlet needle missed his left ear by a margin so narrow the Aquarius felt its heat
– No! For Athena, for all that's good and gracious, your life and my mental stability. DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU ARE SORRY, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT! – Nobody had ever seen Milo so mad, as to have his face turn red and have him rise his voice like that. He was again speaking in French – There's nothing as void as your stupid apologies! I don't want to hear any more of them!
– Milo, listen! what happened… – Camus was so stunned at how mad Milo was, he was actually afraid.
– I don't care about what happened! What I care about is why it happened…
– why?
– Yes, why? Why would you kiss anyone knowing the one you love is me? And why would you like to scrap away our relationship, as informal as it is, before even trying to make it work? And why would you go talking to others about it when I'm the one concerned the most?
"How does he knows I love him?"
– People is sorry for mistakes or for omissions. But we are talking about you. For you to act on something you already thought about it, checked on the whole fan of possible outcomes and decided you don't give a shit. So don't come now acting like you care when you clearly don't!
– How dare you claim to know what I care about or not? What right do you have to make such assumptions about me?
– Easy. If you had cared, you wouldn't have done half the stupid things you did–do! If you cared one tiny bit we wouldn't be fighting now! AGAIN!
Well, he had a point. But truly Camus could not reason, all he wanted was to stop the fight. But since apologies wouldn't work…
– What am I supposed to do?
Milo stopped. Camus was sorry after all. But there's been too many times they step on opposite sides of the table to just let this one slide.
– What people feeling sorry do! They actually try to fix whatever it is they messed up, instead of trying to pull some lame excuses hoping to get their way and act as if nothing happened only to fall again in the same rotten practice at the first chance!
– you say that as if I go around kissing everyone in sight. It's been only Kanon that one time and it's not happening again!
– THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEAN! – Milo couldn't help to rise his voice again – I don't care about who you kiss… well I do, but that's beside the point. – Milo stopped to consider the whole situation – Kanon is one hell of a difficult man, but he's got his deep wise moments alright. Life is what you make it, Camus. – Kanon's words spoken back to him felt worse than a scarlet needle.
– You... Heard us? – The only evidence of the effect of such realization hitting him harder than any other attack ever thrown at him was the lack of volume in his voice, it was hardly heard. Milo nodded.
– You can very well make a kite of your life and hold it by whatever string of morality you choose. And neither I nor anyone else is in position to ask for explanations. I'm not your girlfriend, your mother or your babysitter. As things stand, I'm your fuck buddy at best, so if you want to try other options I can't really hold you back, we don't even had a verbal exclusivity contract! – Milo tried to calm down – I'm not one to put ties on people, I'm not looking for prisoners or hostages. If… – He took a deep breath – If my love is not good enough to keep you by me, I don't want you bind to me only because you feel you owe me something either…
"Love? Milo loves me?"
Milo sighted
– But you need me, you said so yourself. And yet, you don't want anything with me because you are afraid. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to know that? That you rather let this die than risk yourself being hurt? So you can freely walk all over me and I can take it, but you won't even risk the smallest chance at pain for me. That is perfectly okay in your book. Really?
– I didn't asked for anything... – He tried and failed to turn defensive.
– You sure about that? I don't agree, but let's say it's true. You took everything from me anyways, so it's worse. I've given you everything I am, not questions asked. I'd really want to know what I've missed for you not to upgrade me and take me seriously. I'm not a kid to expect equivalent exchange for what I think I've done for you. But this... This is abuse, Camus. Just making it clear. I've been pulling all sort of excuses for you all this time but… I just can't keep doing that. – Milo turned to leave once again but added. – Oh, by the way, I'm not really willing to change the arrangement we have. I rather have you like that than not have you at all. I'm stupid that way. So if there is anything I can actually help you with, you know where to find me. – And so he reached the door.
– Milo, stop.
– What? – he did stopped at the door but didn't turned around
Camus approached him, slow and dangerous as a massive iceberg according to everyone else, but it was only his fame masking up the fact he was just about to crumble. Milo was unimpressed, long years of daily coexistence although distant taught him to read through him. As everyone in the room was certain the blow exchange was now unavoidable, Saga knew it won't happen as Camus had been somehow painfully disarmed. And so, the current Pope sat down
– What you said about me thinking things through and acting not giving a damn... If I didn't care then why I feel so bad about it all?
– Why would I know? But you should at least quit saying you are sorry before making things worse
– So you won't believe anything I say? – Camus' mask of icy indifference hiding all of his internal turmoil from everybody else.
– Nothing I've ever heard before
Camus reached him and put his arm on Milo's shoulder, leaning on him
– Since you don't believe in my apologies anymore, the only thing I have left to offer is my thanks. Thanks for everything you've done for me, for dealing with me so far, and for being honest with me.
As Camus walked past Milo, he gave him a pat in the shoulder. Milo just looked at him walk past silently.
"And there he goes to brood over all this some place far from the temple." Milo leaned on the door frame "Well, at least the message got across that thick ice wall..."
Right when everyone was turning back to their sits, the chime of a fork hitting a glass was heard
– Final round, fight! – Claimed Shura as a wrestling match announcer. As Milo remained stunned by the instigation, his friend snapped his fingers and pointed out of the door, hurrying him to go after Camus
– but Shura… – said Aioria, as confused as the rest
– The hell is your problem? – The Scorpio turned around, grabbed the first thing he found, an apple, and threw it full force towards the Capricorn, – fire needs no gasoline, goat!
Shura stood up to grab the apple in midair and spoke in Spanish
– My problem is doing life without parole between your angst and his insecurities – He glared at Milo, opening his hand to let the apple turned to slices fall to his plate – Now, go finish what you started or I will finish you both!
Milo blinked more surprised than intimidated.
– Alright, but you are next! – He said in Greek grabbing another apple and going out
– I'll be at the gym only until 6! – Said Shura sitting down. then he looked up at Saga – Sorry about that, I needed to get that out my chest.
– Shura, how long have your neighborhood been at odds?
– As long as I remember.
– One large perfectly dysfunctional family we are – Said Saga finishing his meal with a massive headache.
The other saints turned around to him.
– Athena, my goddess, this is exactly what I was telling you about before the meeting. Your saints are all very responsible people, everyone is caring on their duties to excellence but that's all there's to it. Duty. At an interpersonal level we are all a mess. The bronze saints are pretty much divided in Japanese team and Greek team. Silver saints don't mix with the bronze Japanese team although they seem to tolerate the others. But the Japanese team seems to be the only one to get along with the gold saints, for obvious reasons. And even among the gold saints, there's divisions: a few support Kanon, other support me, others don't want to get involved, there's no direct antagonism in between parties, but since we Gemini can't seem to get along neither do the others. If a stronghold such as Camus and Milo doesn't holds it's ground anymore, I'll lose my hope of lifting this whole place up. – Saga stood up.
– Saga... – Athena was really worried about her saints.
– Shura, make me a favor and save something for Camus. I have no clue as to what I can do for him but I must try to bring him back.
– What about Milo?
– The kid's like a comet, he'll eventually come back on his own.
So Saga went out hoping to find both Scorpio and Aquarius saints
– It's funny how Saga speaks of Milo and Camus as kids. –Said Seiya with a frown – What does that makes us?
– Babies. – Teased Aldebaran
– Saga and Kanon are like older brothers for Milo and Camus. – Said Shura sitting next to Athena with a second serving for himself and another one for Camus – They used to spend a lot of time together.
– My first victory ever was a flawless one and I can't bring myself to enjoy it. Damn that man. Even when he loses he wins. – mumbled Milo to himself while looking for Camus. – I hope not to regret engaging in round two, but this won't be over until it's over
Camus didn't went far. Milo found him sitting on a large boulder a bit further down the road.
– Here. – As Camus looked up he caught the apple about to bounce in his forehead before it hit him.
– Why are you here?
– Because I still have some hope. Maybe it's enough for both of us – Milo sat beside him and leaned back with his arms behind his head
– You should leave. – Camus looked down – I'm no good to you...
– that's my call to make, not yours.
– Milo, I abandoned you, I fought you as a hades specter and then I almost killed you in the ice world. How many times would you tolerate my treasons?
– Until you kill me with your own two hands. Camus, I love you.
– You are killing me.
– You are killing yourself with your own fear and stubbornness. Surrender already and love me. If Athena doesn't oppose, what would we care about anything else?
– She won't... – That sounded more like a question
– I'm sure – Stated Milo matter of factly
Camus lowered his head, his hair making a perfect curtain to hide his tears.
– Why would you do stuff you know you'll regret letter on!? Athena forgave you, I forgave you. It's about time you forgive yourself and change. You can change. At a risk of being cliché, I'm telling you it's never too late. Quit doing these stupid things and be with us. It's like you know you are in a hole and you keep digging, like to get out by the other side of the world? Stop that already! This is where you belong. With me
– It is not forever. It can't last.
– But we can make it last long enough for us to be happy. Camus, if you really love me, by denying it so ferociously the one you are hurting the most is yourself. You are betraying yourself. Why would you like to deny your own humanity? Besides, if… whatever it is this between us, has come this far despite your constant sabotages, just imagine how it would be if you actually helped it grow. Although I'll be okay with you just letting it be, I wouldn't like to pressure you, I fear you snap.
– As if you are not pressuring me right now...
– Well that's what you get for taking me for granted. – Milo stood up. – I'm still mad at you. And although I suck at it and it may not matter, I'll stay mad at you for a while. If you care you'll do something about it. If you don't... Well I guess that would be another prof I'm a complete idiot. See you later.
Milo was just out of view when Saga found Camus still sitting in the boulder
– Camus...
– Your holiness! – The Aquarius flinched as if expecting more scolding
– Drop the titles, Camus. – Saga sat beside him – What is going on? What was all that about?
Saga was definitely not the warmest and most charming person. But Camus felt so alone and lost that he welcomed the concern.
– I... I bursted Milo's bubble. He couldn't very well handle his disappointment about me. I ignore how I managed that everyone build this awesome expectations about me. If only I where like... The fifth part of that... Now I don't know if I can live up to them. And I can't bear to disappoint anyone anymore... – Camus breathed, he knew he wasn't making much sense – I made Kanon accomplice in a bad move. He tried to warn me about the consequences but I didn't listen. I was sure I'd get my way. It just exploded in my face, as you could see. I... How could I overlook the actual impact of my actions?
Saga was not quite sure what Camus meant but…
– Milo is a very explosive person. It's rather easy to set him off. But he is not one to hold a grudge. He does learn from his mistakes though, so it might be difficult to overcome this, but he is also very forgiving, so I don't think it's impossible...
– That is the main problem. I've hurt him in the past and since he quickly forgave me I thought him impossible to bring down. I should have known there was a limit to his sturdiness. I overdid it this time... And how... How can he manage to offer forgiveness once more? How when I can't forgive myself?
– Take it, Camus. – Saga put his hand on the Aquarius' arm, and so he looked at him – Don't be stubborn on this one or you'll end up regretting it forever. If there is any small chance at forgiveness, hold fast to it and don't let go. Whatever happens, nothing can be worse than losing an opportunity like that.
– But I don't think I deserve...
– That it's your stuborness bringing you down. Put it aside and do whatever it takes to win Milo back.
Camus looked down at the apple he still held in his hands. Suddenly it became a treasure as precious as a raft for a shipwreck survivor. Despite being mad at him, Milo noticed he didn't ate a thing and brought it to him.
– Do you know where to find him?
– No, I've never seen him so mad. I might be able to catch up with him later in the evening
– Then that's what you must do. In the meantime let's go back to the dining hall. You barely ate anything.
– Saga... I may be none to speak but... You should listen to your own advice. Kanon... Kanon does need you, and he wants to go back to you. Each day that goes by the drifts farther away and you are the only one capable of bringing him to shore. There must be something you are assuming or overlooking just like in my case that it's keeping you from reaching him. Please don't give up on him, Saga.
– What in the world could you possibly do to Milo that compares to what I did to Kanon, kid? But... I'm not giving up on him, I just hope he doesn't give up on me either. Let's go.
– Aioria, do you have plans today? – Said Athena to the Leo once she saw Saga and Camus entering the dining hall. He was about to leave with the others
– Nothing in particular.
– Could you please be my escort?
– Sure.
– Wait for me outside. I'll be with you in a moment
Saga indicated Camus the place next to Athena, and Shura gave him the food he had kept for him. Once the Aquarius sat down the others moved to leave.
– Now, Camus could you explain me what happened? – Said Athena in French
Camus jumped out of his skin, knocking the chair down
– Holy Athena, do you speak French? Do you understood everything Milo said?
And there he was, for all other gold saints to see, Camus pale, shaken and teary eyed in terror.
The holy girl smiled.
– Come on, Camus. – Said Saga lifting the chair and putting a hand on the Aquarius's shoulder. – Athena is the least person you should be weary of.
So Camus sat down again as all other saints left the hall. He couldn't stop the shaking of his hands.
– Please talk to me, Camus.
– Athena... Milo is a very special person to me. When I first came here I didn't even spoke the language, but he came over to greet me. It was difficult at first to get along because we could not understand each other, at least not with words, but we learned and we managed. As time passed he became my best friend or so I thought until the day I died the first time. I was of course sorry for not getting to meet you and it weighted my heart to leave Hyoga alone. But what pained me the most was to abandon him for sure. That's... When... I realized... – "Stand up for him, for once in your life, Camus." – That's when I realized how much I loved him... Ever since I have been haunted by that feeling. First because it should be you the only one to occupy my thoughts, and second because, we have met several times afterwards and... For one or other reason... I always screw things up. I always end up hurting him. And what is worst, he always welcomes me back as if nothing happened. So... I decided... It had to stop. Maybe it was all in my head, it was only me. So I... Had Kanon help me out forget about Milo. And that's... That's what he was talking about. He found out. So it's not just me. He loves me the same or more, and what I did... I'm the freaking worst person in the world...
– Camus, do you love him?
– Yes
– And are you sure he loves you?
Camus nodded.
– Even now he is waiting for me somewhere
– Then you must go to him.
– But what about you?
– What about me? You are one of my greatest saints, having someone else in your heart won't make you any less. On the contrary, I'm sure Milo's support would only make you stronger. I'm looking forward to this.
The girl stood up and kissed the saint's forehead. Then went out to where Aioria was waiting for her. Camus was left alone in the hall.
"Athena did not oppose... Milo..."
Two persons missed the whole ordeal at the dining hall. One was Mu who skipped the meeting all together, and another was Shaka who, instead of rushing to take lunch, reached the Aries temple, wondering for the thousand time what would the best way be to approach his friend or if he should do it at all. He decided to try and only state the facts, for his knowledge. Kanon was leaving the Sanctuary back to Poseidon. He volunteered to go on a rescue mission of sorts. Mu had to know. But there was a big chance the Lemurian already knew.
By wandering the corridors, Shaka realized Mu was actually at the workshop. But as he got closer he wondered what his friend would be doing there, since it was too quiet and the Virgo could barely feel his cosmos. He wasn't really working on the cloths…
Shaka found Mu there sitting in the floor, looking at his sketchbooks surrounded by some cloths still needing repairs and with his tools scattered everywhere. Those were actually Altar Hakurei's sketchbooks, in which he had written down as much as he knew about the cloths particularities and how to properly maintain them. Not all of the cloths were listed there, and not all of their secrets either. They had been passed down to Shion, who contributed to them very little, and then to Mu, who had enriched them with both his mentor and his own discoveries. Eventually Kiki would inherit them, a quick scribble here and there showed how the kid had already spend time studying them. On recent days Camus was assigned the task of finding a way reproduce them and preserve them, since the information they held was invaluable for the Sanctuary and they could not be confined to the Library, since the cloth repairers used them in a daily basis.
But at that moment, Mu didn't seem like studying them. He had another notebook on top of the sketchbook in which he was writing down fast. His eyes had a mild golden shine and Shaka noticed one of the damaged cloths in there was kind of shining too. What was he doing? The Aries looked really tired.
After a brief while, the glow stopped despite Mu kept writing.
– Mu? – Called the Indian
– Shaka, hi. Give me a moment please – The Aries kept writing – How was the meeting?
– Well, it was weird that you missed it. I think you should have gone.
– Is something the matter? You seem uneasy…
Shaka hesitated
– Kanon is leaving…
Mu writing became a scribble for a few characters
– He is going back to Atlantis on a mission.
– And?
– I thought you should know.
There was weird silence
– Was he selected or he volunteered?
– He volunteered.
After a few more lines, Mu placed the pen on the notebook and closed it. He stood up and placed both the sketchbook and the notebook in the nearby desk.
– Best of luck for him…
– That's it?
– There's nothing I can do, is there?
– Well, you know there's plenty. What's with this weird coldness of yours? He is going back to his former team, he really looked familiar with them messing around like he does with Camus or Milo. What if he decides to stay there? Maybe he'd had it easier there than here. Athena doesn't have any real reason to forbid him stay there as long as he wants. Besides, this is a mission, and for the looks of it, it is not just any mission. What if it becomes the last? He didn't look his best, you know? If anything, he looks the worst he's ever been. Even Milo managed to punch him to the ground with ease in one of those weird scenes before the meeting. Either way, what if he doesn't comes back?
– It wouldn't be novelty… – Said the Lemurian in a soft voice
– Mu…
– Please leave, Shaka. I'd like to be alone.
Shaka did as told wondering if it was actually alright to leave. Mu stayed there as the dim light of the afternoon disappeared.
"Mu…" a voice in his mind called him.
– Saga…
"Kanon and Ikki are leaving towards Atlantis first thing in the morning, on a mission to find out the whereabouts of Poseidon Trident. Please keep track of them in case they run into troubles."
"Should I provide back up?"
"No, immediate evac."
"I'll make sure of it"
Milo had turned back to the gym. At what time had Shura said he would leave? Six? He went in rising his cosmos to let him know he had arrived. He went straight to the weightlifting section.
Over there, Shura was bench pressing with Aioria holding himself upside–down perched on the bar. When they felt the Scorpio's cosmos calling for him, the Capricorn lowered the barbell so the Leo could safely come down.
– Are you honestly going to take him on? – said the Hellene helping the Spaniard up.
– it's not like that – he said while taking his towel and his water bottle out. Then Milo appeared.
– so, what's it going to be? – he said when he arrived and began warming up
– the mat. – Shura pointed at the wrestling mat that nobody was using at the time, and put his stuff down, patting Aioria's back
– free–style?
– beggers are not choosers. Move it. – Shura
And so, they began their match. But it was no way a regular match, they were not training. They fought to burn out their ill mood so it turned tricky and rather violent, especially since they were not regarding periods. Shura had a particular ability to weasel out of most locks while Milo preferred to break free from them. And the throws were getting really loud.
– That's ought to hurt – said Angelo to Aphrodite
– Real bad – he answered – if not today at least tomorrow
Of course, they made real clear the submissions and waited a few seconds after letting go of their opponent before charging at each other again. At least it was not their intention to kill each other. Both Dokko and Aioria were getting really concerned. But as the battle progressed both fighters gradually calmed down.
Until finally, after Shura surrendered and Milo fell backwards next to him, neither of them reassumed fighting positions. They remained still for a moment before some towels fell on their heads. Only then, Shura sat up and saw a pair of water bottles held in front of him.
– do you need anything? – asked Angelo after Shura took the bottles and placed one in Milo's hand. He was still laid back with his face covered, and he passed the bottle to the other hand. – Analgesics? Stretchers…?
– I'm good. Thanks – Shura gave Milo a push. They only got a thumbs up from him. So Angelo helped Shura to his feet, but Milo refused to move so his friend took his hand and pulled him all the way to the dresser room.
– This is as far as I'll indulge your drama queen crisis. – Said the Capricorn leaving his friend between the bench and a row of lockers. He then moved to his locker, took out some stuff and went for the showers.
After a brief moment, Milo arrived too and took the next shower. Both remained silent until the water stopped running.
– I didn't intend to burst it out like that… – asked Milo as he reached for his towel
– I guess you did it the only way you could. – said Shura drying himself
– That doesn't makes it right…
– Not in the least. – the Spaniard tied his towel around the waist – I only hope you are aware you are as responsible for this situation as he is. – Milo couldn't help to get surprised by Shura's intense gaze. – You should have talked about your relationship before things turned out this way. – Shura turned to the lockers – Just hoping and assuming got you to this point.
Milo finished drying himself and followed his friend.
– I guess I was afraid of finding out I didn't meant much to him. – he said sitting down in front of his locker, with his towel wrapped around but without much mood to dress up. – Because, come on, I'm Scorpio Milo, who doesn't adores me? – he said with a bitter smirk. – I kept building up stories in my head, until I finally convinced myself the script I wrote was real. Poor delusional guy. It was really irresponsible too. And selfish. I didn't actually considered Camus point of view on anything.
– was it really that bad? – Shura wouldn't normally get too involved in other people's business, but he could not be indifferent on this one.
– huh? – milo blinked surprised
– the words you used were pretty heavy. – Shura looked at him – Was your relationship that bad?
Milo blushed up ashamed
– you mean the "fuck buddy" part? – he said looking away. He spoke in Spanish in case anyone else could hear – I said that out of anger. – he admitted shaking his head, he really regretted using such words – It never occurred to me until I heard Kanon and Camus talk. And it was actually Kanon the one who came up with the "friends–with–rights" stuff when I couldn't explain what our relationship was, it had been bugging me ever since.
– Alright… – Shura nodded and turned to his locker again taking the deodorant – well, being friends with rights or even fuck buddies is not quite wrong if you both agree on that… – he put it back after applying it.
Milo frowned
– I only agreed to that while I was uncertain about how he felt about me. – he finally opened his locker and began taking out his stuff – I did not want to impose. But now that I know, the only way I could settle for so little would be that I got the exclusivity, but doesn't that kind of defeats the purpose of the arrangement? What difference would it make from formally being with me then?
– Mmm… – Shura wondered about it – Getting close to Camus is really difficult, he is very private and not so trusting. In his case, I don't think the purpose of the arrangement would be to be freely jumping beds, if that's what worries you.
– All things considered, the fact he doesn't talks about others doesn't mean there aren't others. – Milo sighed – He is a very difficult man indeed, real worth is never easy. – Shura refrained himself from inquiring where exactly the worth was in such a dire situation – But if I could reach him, others can. And that's what has me restless. First, the possibility of having someone else weaseling his way to him to take a share of what took me ages to dig out, and second, it might be happening right under my nose and there's no way for me to know, I'm in no position to ask for explanations… what have I done wrong that I'm not there yet? – he asked more to himself – what is left for me to do so I matter?
– You do matter…
– huh? – Milo didn't get what Shura said, he just shook his head
– Have you ever considered how much of a hermit Camus is? You are all over him all the time.
– And that makes two who tells me that. – Milo hit his locker – Am I? really? – He was really concerned. It was against his best interest to be considered a bother.
– well, not all the time, but at least when you are with us. Maybe all he fears is that you choke him to death if he gives in. He does needs space… – Milo grunted – But you know, Kanon has a theory about him that got me thinking.
– what is it?
Shura made a pause seriously considering what to say, because the whole matter was not so clear to him – Do you know how Camus actually ended up here?
– … Not really. All I know is that he was sent from Siberia, which always seemed off to me given how he is French.
Shura nodded – Camus and his family were on a flight from France to Russia when he was 4 or 5 and he was allegedly the sole survivor of the plane crash in the mountains. That on itself is not so weird until you consider he became gold saint by 7 and that he trained in the outskirts of Siberia. To Kanon and me that is too much coincidence, it wouldn't be so bad if it had taken him longer to get the gold cloth, but 2 or 3 years is way too fast. And it only gets worst when you think how expensive it is to get a family of three in such a trip. To afford it back then, they surely were living above most of our standards. So Kanon believes such a drastic change happening unexpectedly at someone so young must have a traumatizing effect on him that's been piling up as time passes. Add that to the Aquarius philosophy and there might be a hint on why he avoids getting involved with others. – Milo was shaken, he had no idea of any of that – So if your relationship has been loose and unstable, there's a high chance that yes it was on purpose but not out of mean intentions… And there's that damn inferiority complex Minos drilled into his skull… – Shura hit his locker door slightly in frustration. The sound brought Milo out of his thoughts, and he flinched startled
– what do you mean? The hell judge Minos?
Shura sighed, now he was talking too much… or maybe not
– if you know nothing about all of Athena's saints falling prisoners of Hades upon death, you better ask him about it. CAUTIOSLY. – Shura pushed Milo's head down with his knuckles to emphasize. – Griffon Minos was the one in charge of Saga, Camus and me… – But before Milo could said anything, Shura changed subject Kanon style. – Assumptions, we are assuming again. Did you get his point of view already about your situation? – he closed the locker door since he was already dressed and ready to go.
– not yet – Milo reassumed dressing up once he realized he wasn't ready
– then don't drop your script just yet. There's still a big chance he was not aware he had a lead role instead of just only rehearsal assistant.
Milo sighed bitterly, "what a rehearsal, who would I'd be acting for, then?" But that one thought got Milo thinking… "why would Camus think it was only rehearsal?". The thought lingered for a while. It was somehow important but it wasn't quite clear why.
– We are still on time to grab something at the dining hall – said Shura implying they should get there for dinner
Milo just nodded. Yet he made the mental note of bringing back spare clothes to his locker.
– We should have taken the analgesics Deathmask offered… – he pointed out when he saw a bruise in his shoulder
– Angelo – Shura opened his locker again and took out a small bottle he threw at Milo. The Scorpio grabbed it but didn't got what the Capricorn was talking about – that's his name – he answered to his friend's unvoiced question
– alright… – The Hellene found it kind of ironic. Milo took a pill once he checked what it was and returned the bottle. Shura put it away. The both walked out
– wow, so prim and proper after such a display, I'm impressed – said Aphrodite meeting them in their way out. – who would have guessed?
Milo thought how a few months back he would have considered him annoying, but the Pisces looked somehow relived it wasn't as serious as it looked. Shura just nodded goodbye as they parted ways.
– so now tell me what's up with you? – asked Milo – why are you so upset too? I don't think it is only about us playing the 5 o'clock drama
Shura side glanced his friend before answering
– The person I'd like to be with is so busy feeling sorry for himself and thinking of someone else that doesn't quite notices I'm around. So even when I've been applying for the lead role for a while now all I got was a promotion to rehearsal assistant…
Milo turned gloom immediately.
– have you told this person how you feel?
– that's how I got the promotion… I did it only to try and get over him, because I knew it wouldn't amount to much, but I never expected it'd be worse than before – he thought about the dreadful promise he made to Saga. The Capricorn still thought that he wouldn't be able to face life if Saga… He shook his head. He was not going there again.
Milo noticed his friend uneasiness and began wondering actually how bad it turned for him to confess his love to someone who didn't seem to have any use for it… The Hellene sighed.
After dinner, both saints went up the temples. Milo stayed in his own while Shura kept going up. He didn't do much after falling in his bed like he'd been shot. He sighted, and suddenly he felt terrible sad and alone. The Scorpio really regretted venting on the Aquarius like he did, especially after everything Shura told him. Maybe Camus wouldn't want to see him after that. Maybe Milo just reinforced the fact the love of his life wouldn't want anything to do with him, with his immature outburst. The Hellene actually wanted to wait until afternoon, or even night to talk to him in private. He never expected the French to push him over his better judgement… and why exactly did he snap? He was the one acting weird. At least he managed to articulate his complain in a language almost nobody understood, and those who understood it, wouldn't dare make bad use of the information, but still, yelling at Camus in front on everyone was not one bit right.
Maybe he could just go find him and apologize, then try to start the conversation again, in a more civilized way. "It is always me who goes to him. I cannot undo what I just did. Nothing will change if I don't make it. I must wait. At least until dawn. If he hasn't come by then I'll know it's over. I don't want it to be over..." Milo began pondering what options he had in case that happened. Maybe Camus was actually waiting for him up in Aquarius and Milo could go up through a hell of ice like last time and put everything in the right path. That was an option, but wasn't Milo clear about Camus being the one in charge of fix things this time? He sighed. There was also the possibility that Camus choose to ran away and not face the problem as he had done before. Milo would have to choose between dropping the matter, insisting on the improvement or just forget this whole ordeal happened and try to go back to ride with things as they were. How long could he bear with that? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, considering what Shura said about Camus not the kind of person to go for one night stands. But Shura also said he was assuming so he might be wrong in which case Milo didn't think he could play along for long knowing he had to share Camus. Alright, the absolute worse would be that Camus rejected him, in which case Milo would just have to accept it and try to move on… Milo felt the wait was going to cause him a heart attack. Darn it, Kanon! What a day he choose to leave! If only he were around, Milo wouldn't be torturing himself, the Gemini would do it but it would be considerably more bearable.
And then it happened. Milo rose his head from its hiding spot in the pillows when he felt Camus arrived to Scorpio back door. Maybe he'll just go straight through. But no, he turned to the private chambers, he was coming over. Did Shura sent him? Milo just slumped on his bed again. He noticed Camus slowed down in the corridor. Was the temple lit for the night? And waited by the door. Then the light in the living room turned on and Milo saw Camus' shadow approaching
– Milo? – he called when he saw the door open but no light, he only met a grunt – May I come in? – since when did he need permission?
– What's up? – The Hellene sat in his bed, but looked up at the French waiting by the door when he didn't came in – Camus? – He looking aside before answering could not be a good sign
– did you know Saori Kido speaks French?
– what? – Milo didn't get what he said
– did you know Saori Kido speaks French? – he repeated. Saori Kido speaks French? Saori Kido speaks French… Saori Kido speaks French! Milo paled. Their goddess just heard her Scorpio saint accuse her Aquarius saint of a very inappropriate behavior admitting a very inappropriate behavior of his own. No way… – Well she does.
– What happened? – He stood up and stepped forward – What did she do?
Camus looking away set a terrible feeling down Milo's back. He grabbed Camus hand and so their eyes met. Camus couldn't help but to hug him and hide his face
– Camus, talk to me.
– She didn't oppose.
– What?
– She didn't oppose. Just like you said. She is rather rooting for us.
– Athena... – Milo was speechless. How was that possible? For a moment there he thought she would somehow punish both of them at least for treating each other so poorly, and for making a riot on the dining hall but… Despite his immense joy, Milo made use of all of his will power to refrain himself from hugging Camus, he wasn't alright. – Camus?
– My fuck buddy... – Milo froze by hearing such words. He still could not believe he himself said them. What would they mean coming from Camus? – Milo, is that really how I made you feel? – Finally Camus moved to look into his eyes. It tug at the Hellene's heart to find such pools of pain in there
– Camus… what else is there to it if you don't commit to anything besides mere physical needs? That's all we are, friends with rights. – Milo remembered what Kanon called them in the coliseum so many months ago. Finally the Scorpio understood why the Gemini had been so mad at him back then. They had been wasting their time in such an informal relationship. It was not only that Milo deserved better, he could make things better, he had to. Why haven't he? And it didn't need to be with anyone else, it could be with Camus alright. It was only a matter of setting things straight – Although, in retrospective I do am responsible for this too. I never told you straight forward how I feel about you, it was sheer vanity to assume you knew. So right here, right now, Camus, know this: I really love you.
– how is that possible? – it was the second time he heard that and yet he could not believe it –With that many people…
– what? Which people?
– isn't there… anyone else besides me? – Milo blinked surprised, Camus blushed up. The image of Milo and Kanon dancing rushed to his mind. – Anyone you meet… as you meet me?
– no way! What makes you think…?
– But I thought…
– Now it makes sense! – a puzzled Camus looked at Milo making a facepalm. "So that's why he thinks everything between us is only a rehearsal. And I was the one fearing he might be meeting someone else" – Darn you, Kanon! Why can't you ever tell me things straightforward!? – he stood up as if Kanon could see him, then he turned to the man sitting in his bed and kneeled down . – Camus, listen to me. There has never been anyone for me besides you. No matter what you have heard about me, I swear as the Scorpio saint you have always been the only one I love, and the only one I've ever… had sex with.
Camus blushed up to the root of his hair. Milo sat in the floor at his feet.
– back when you left to train the kids, I felt so heartbroken I indeed tried to meet other people. But I just couldn't get over you, so I couldn't make it work with anyone. Are you acquainted with the Lepus girl? – Camus nodded – well, Amelia was one of such people. We began hanging out, yet this guy Vulpecula Roger was very upset about it and got a grudge against me. He never tried anything funny until we… eh… broke up?, after a month or so. Then he started a nefarious rumors campaign about me helped by Camelopardalis Olaf. I found out about what they did by Amelia herself who set the others straight, but the damage had already been done. I never cared much about this ordeal, but for the rumors to reach you… Damn it! I should have paid more attention!
– I never asked you either… – said Camus so terribly ashamed of having paid attention to some rumors – I should have, if only out of curiosity or concern… – Camus looked down – While training the kids I used to come back to report, it was an official matter so I never stayed long nor meet anyone. Yet I did try to meet you a few times, but… each time I did, I found you surrounded by a lot of people, sometimes rather busy with this or other person, and then I heard all kind of stories about you… As much as I wanted to interfere, I thought I should respect your space, after all it was me who left things hanging, and so I kept my distance…
– Camus… – Milo could not believe they had been trapped in a misunderstanding all these years
– But what does Kanon has anything to do with this?
– Kanon?
– you mentioned him earlier…
– Ah, when he found out the terrible reputation I had, he tried to call my attention to it. He had figured out by then that I at least liked you, and that it might be a hindrance, but I failed to put one and one together at the time…
Camus looked away.
– No wonder you couldn't see the relationship between the two things. You blindly trusted my better judgement and I as usual let you down. – he fell on the bed covering his face, completely ashamed. – Kanon… he was right also when he said my problems were in my head. All this time…
– All this time… you thought you were competing for my attention? – Milo felt terrible when Camus nodded still hiding his face.
– even forfeited before trying, so afraid of losing…
– so the kiss with Kanon… – Camus flinched – that's why you were trying to get over me… – Camus grunted, not willing to admit that out loud – Do you really like him?
– … Physically, yes… – Camus thought he was going to die – I've always admired him… it is not the same. I can't stand his bulling. And you?
– I find him funny and interesting… But you are more of a looker and way better dancer than him. – Camus puffed, he had never considered he had such attributes. – And no, I can't stand him either when he decides to get annoying. but Camus… now that you know you have always had my indivisible attention… what do you want it for? – Without taking his hand off his face, Camus opened his eyes wide, surprised by the question – Just to play around every other night from now until we die?
– No! Milo that's not… – Camus sat bolt upright at the question. – Milo, you mean to me much more than that.
– What is it? what do I mean to you? – Camus couldn't bear the hurt look in Milo's eyes – Please tell me. – This one time finally Milo saw the conflict in Camus eyes, it was not solved yet, the misunderstanding was only part of it. The Aquarius was trembling, he couldn't hold back the tears. For a moment he closed his eyes, calling in for any intrepid words that would dare journey from his heart to the Scorpio's. Finally some volunteered and stepped forward as he kneeled down. They turned into a hopeful whisper.
– Je t'aime, Milo.
The time stopped in the half–light of the eighth temple private quarters. There were no sounds, no movement.
Milo smiled and closed in for a long tender kiss. That breath, those lips, Camus had had them so many times before, but never like this, so warm and reassuring.
– You have no idea how I longed to hear that.
– Je t'aime, mon amour.
– Se agapò, Camus.
Camus felt like a terrible weight was lifted from him. For the first time in ages he could breathe freely and be at ease. He clung to Milo for a moment before moving to kiss his cheek and his neck, but he stopped when his lover flinched while trying to hug him
– what is it? – he asked concerned
– I got into a mean fight with Shura right after I left you – Milo shifted to a more comfortable position
– what!? – Camus moved away to give him space
– he trashed me good for being so harsh to you. – said Milo with a smile – I can't move much.
Camus looked around thinking what to do. He stood up and walked away to close the door. Then he returned and lifted Milo from the ground to lay him on the bed. It was the Scorpio's turn to blush up.
– it's not so bad! – he said when Camus removed his sandals and took off his shoes too to climb to the bed.
But as Camus was about to, Milo hugged him by the waist and dragged him near.
– je t'aime, – he looked up to repeat Camus confession to him. The French blushed up again, the Hellene grinned devilish and pulled his lover shirt out of his pants, – te amo, – to lick his navel and tease him with the scarlet needle to his hips, – anata wo aishite iru. There, in Japanese. – he then undid the fly of Camus pants and lowered the zipper with his teeth – how do you say the same in Russian? – and kissed his abs
– ya… lyublyu tebya… I think…
– well, that too – and Milo pushed him back to rid himself of his shirt. – and I'll do my best not only to tell you that but also to show you
– I thought you couldn't move – Of course Camus had to help him a bit, he was truly hurting all over
– we can work around that, can't we? – said Milo pushing Camus pants down and taking him into his mouth.
Ah, Camus shivered at the sensation of Milo's lips sealed around his manhood, his wet hot tongue stimulating him, the powerful sucking making him harder, one of his hands caressing his tights, his buttocks and balls while the other remained wrapped around his waist, keeping him from escaping. As Milo's hand climbed up his abs, the Aquarius realized he had to rid of his shirt before the impatient Scorpio tore it to shreds. But as soon as he did so, Milo pulled him onto the bed.
– wait! – Camus was about to lost his balance so Milo let go of him only so he could lay on his back and place his head between his lover's knees – what are you…?
The Hellene didn't gave the French chance to finish his question. He took him by the waist and pulled him closer to take him into his mouth again. He even pulled a pillow under his shoulders to better accommodate his lover's length. Camus let go a very long and sensual moan right away.
With his mouth full, Milo only chuckled and gave his lover a powerful suck that made him tremble. He then grabbed Camus buttocks and made him move back and forth
– Milo… – Camus leaned forward unable to resist. He supported himself with a hand on the mattress, but upon noticing the bulge on his lover's pants, he used his other hand to rub it. Milo could only groaned. It was certainly tight so the Aquarius tough of setting him free. But as soon as the Scorpio's manhood was released from its restrain, he couldn't help to lick it from the tip to the base. Milo arched his back delighted, and rose his hips so they could push his pants down and be more comfortable. With a devilish grin, Camus put his tongue to the work, tasting his lover's hot length, wetting him all over. In exchange, he got massaged by Milo's skilled lips.
All too soon, their game became a competition. They both sucked hard at each other, making each other shiver and arch their backs in pleasure, rocking back and forward, trusting deeper into each other's mouth, touching the back of their throats to score delighted groans.
They wouldn't last long. Milo hugged tight his slender lover's torso, reducing his air supply, while Camus held him so firmly down his long fingers were sure to leave marks. They had no idea who won. They both did. All their insecurities and stress splashed into each other's mouths, releasing their souls from the burden they had been dragging around.
Camus slid down to the floor unable to think properly. Milo remained with his head hanging from the edge of the bed. But just as magnets, their foreheads leaned on each other's as they regained their breath. Then Milo turned to kiss Camus, placing a hand in the back of his head. They didn't talked for a little while in which the French rested his head in the Scorpio's shoulder while he stroke his hair. But in that darkness that colored hair looked like a curtain of regret hiding away the love of his life.
– come here – said Milo on a husky voice, inviting Camus to the bed. Camus climbed lazily and passed over Milo to lay between him and the wall, but instead to give his back to his lover as usual, he hesitated. – what is it?
– I… I must talk to Hyoga tomorrow, or I'll be nothing but a hypocrite…
– You do that, everything is going to be alright. – And so Milo pulled him down, and Camus laid beside his love, feeling like he was already dreaming. – Do you think I'll ever see you redhair and eyes again?
It was already late when Mu decided to go back to his chambers. He found Kiki, Shiryu and Hyoga studying in the living room. They were actually keeping the young Aries company while his mentor arrived and left soon afterwards. Mu prepared dinner and they ate after discussing the plan for the next day. It was a quiet and slow dinner. As Kiki went to bed, Mu cleaned up and went to his dorm.
He didn't even cared to turn on the lights. Ever since he broke up with Kanon, the light bulb on his room became useless. He wouldn't turn it on to see his now empty room and his lonely bed. Of course, to avoid tripping over stuff, he got rid of all the vases and pots, and all the clay stuff he kept cramming in his dorm. Even the clay itself and the potter wheel remained unattended against the wall across the door.
Kiki was already asleep and Mu thought he had barely blinked when his sixth sense made him sit in the bed. There was someone in the room
– Kanon!
The Gemini revealed himself
– What are you doing here? Leave immediately!
– I will. Actually... That's why I came. Since you missed the general meeting maybe you are not aware I'm leaving first thing in the morning in a mission with the rest of the mariners.
– Shaka filled me in
Kanon nodded somewhat disappointed
– before I leave, I need you to answer me something.
– What is it?
– Mu, when you said you loved me, did you mean it? Do you love me still? And... About what you said of being willing to wait for me, would you still do?
Mu's resolution hadn't weakened, but what could he answer? He was so willing to state a biter no, just out of frustration but he could not bring himself to hurt Kanon further, besides it would be a foul lie... But why would he ask? No, more importantly, why would he ask specifically just before going out on a mission? Mu got a bad feeling about it.
– Kanon, if you don't feel like going, you should ask... – No, Kanon would go. That Much was clear to Mu
– Please answer me
– Kanon, I meant what I said. I loved you then, I love you now, I don't know if that will ever stop. My resolution hasn't changed, I still want to wait for you...
"I feared you'd say that..."
– Kanon?
Kanon fell to his knees before Mu and hugged him dearly.
– I'm sorry for disturbing you, Mu... I just... Thank you for all the time you gave me, the moments you shared with me, I'll cherish them forever. You'll never know what they mean to me. I'm truly grateful. But I can't leave knowing they are but a burden to you.
– Kanon... – The danger alarm of Mu's sixth sense got triggered
– There was so much I wanted you to know... – Kanon sighed – All I can do now is promise you I will never forget you and that everything will be fine by morning, by the time I leave.
Complete disbelief and fear kept Mu from avoiding the gen mao ken Kanon shoot at him. The Gemini pinned the struggling Aries against the bed and covered his mouth
– Don't resist, you'll get hurt. You can't fight back, I've been working too hard on this. For once don't be so stubborn and submit!
But he wouldn't yield. Mu desperately tried to fight back the mental effects of the attack. Then Kanon decided to cover his nose too. The attack hindered Mu's mental powers, he couldn't use them to call for help neither take Kanon off of him. And the pain and lack of oxygen drained away his strength.
He laid still under Kanon's weight. The older man waited a bit before moving away.
– It is enough that I alone remember.
The moon once more shone upon Mu, giving him that surreal appearance. Kanon made sure to burn the picture in his mind for he was certain it would be the last time he would witness it. He turned to leave but found he could not even open the door, his hands shook too much
– I can't go on a mission and succeed like this… I must not fail. – And so Kanon used his Gen mao punch on himself. Athena still needed him, and now Poseidon too. He could not afford failure…
He stood still for a little while before attempting to open the door. This time succeeded and went out… He felt a bit dizzy, but as he kept walking the sensation passed. Yet, he felt restrained…
He had just arrived at the port where the boat taking them away was waiting. He was late already, the ship was about to part. But he saw someone waiting next to the vessel, a too familiar someone.
– Kanon… – Saga called him, so Kanon came to a complete halt. – I'd like to talk to you before you leave.
– Is that even possible? – Kanon sighed
They remained in silence for a moment there, but
– Didn't you want to talk? – asked Kanon a bit impatient
– Yes… Hello, Kanon…
– Huh?
– At Sagittarius you said it'd be a nicer start…
– What is it? – Kanon did remember what he said, so he turned to a less defensive attitude
– You also said there were a great deal of things you wanted to say to me, so… I'm listening…
– There's no point on saying anything, Saga. Much less now that I'm leaving
Saga nodded
– … Mu told me about your relationship with him, but apparently he forgot to tell me about his intention to quit it… – Kanon felt Saga's concern but it was hard for him to believe it was real – I'm very sorry about that, about not being reliable enough for you to tell me yourself what was going on, not that you had to, – Saga clearly remembered how he mocked his brother at Gemini's temple several months ago – and I'm also sorry for not being of any help.
Kanon was unsure of how to react, for once he felt his brother sadness. But…
– he found out about our link. – He couldn't help to be honest. Saga flinched – About how we connect when some very powerful emotion hits either of us. He doesn't want to know anything about me until that's over…
– I see… – Saga found that really unfair. That wasn't something they do on whim. Yet it was understandable…
– Did Aioros know about it?
– No that I'm aware of. He would have done the same as Mu.
– So you never told him, so he wouldn't ditch you. – Kanon bit his tongue, that was the kind of comments that were not needed. He expected Saga to begin bickering again, but the older twin just looked away ashamed. Kanon felt bad about that – I'm really none to talk. Mu didn't found out because I told him, but because he is a mentalist. In all honesty, I don't think I'd like to be with someone that would keep things going knowing their privacy is compromised, or at least I wouldn't take them seriously. So I can't really blame Mu… – Saga looked at his brother. – He believes we unconsciously activate that link when we get concerned about each other, because it is unnatural for us to be apart.
– it really is. – Saga sighed – I felt stranded when I began living in here without you. I even had panic attacks at night, dreaming of you getting sick without anyone to help you, getting carried by the waves, and worst things than that. The only one there to help me was Aioros. At times he kept me company until the events subsided, other times he helped me get away to see you. I've been thinking about what you told me about me not loving him as much as the power he took from me, – Kanon stepped back – so I began questioning my love for him thinking you might be right. I'm currently not sure it was love anymore. – Saga put his hand on his temple – but a sorry story of too much teenage hormones dressed in my loneliness and his pity. Maybe it was just me missing you, trying to fill up the void you left with the first person who showed me some kindness, and later trying to hurt you because you refused to come here. Neither of you deserved what followed. Nobody did. – For the first time in ages Kanon saw Saga like he really was. Not the Gemini saint, nor the Sanctuary Pope, but his brother. He was going to reach for him but something weird happened. As Saga stepped back out of the light coming from the ship, he turned into someone else, yet he tried to hide his identity behind wavy bangs and a trembling hand. – At any rate, all I wanted to tell you was… despite what you face in this mission… please be sure to come back – Saga turned away and hurriedly left before Kanon had any time to process what happened.
"No, it can't be..." That ominous cosmos send shivers down his back. It was indeed Saga's and at the same time it wasn't. He had felt it so many times before, back to the time when they were kids, back at the very day Saga imprisoned him at Cape Sounion. He hadn't felt it ever since but there was no mistake, it was stronger than ever, deeper, darker. Back then he didn't know what it was and only called it Saga's evilness. But after everything they've been through... "Can it?" Unconsciously, he reached for the locket Poseidon sent him a few days ago. He was about to chase him but…
– Kanon, so you are here! – Io saw him from the deck – come up already!
– Coming! – Was Kanon seriously leaving Saga like that? – Ikki… – Once on board, he called the Phoenix to his cabin – I need to check something out, watch out for me. – He sat at the desk as Ikki remained by the door. Then the Gemini's eyes glowed gold and he left to investigate matters further. With the Sea Dragon on board, the ship departed…