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Scorpio	By : Kaoru Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Scorpio
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-Epilogue
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Warnings: Unusual Pairing: Jabu and Milo.
I wrote the story in Spanish originally. Scorpio was translated for me by my friend Wu. (All the credit to him.)
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya doesn't belong to me.

Scorpio.
That morning, Athena had ordered him called to her presence. This rarely occurred as Milo was not among her favourites. Too many rumours. Too much idle conversation, which his comrades could not have dissipated, even if they had wanted to. Athena had refused to address the matter, and Milo himself, after many a night spent lost in the deepest recesses of thought, had decided that it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. Now, however, she called for him.

He breathed deeply, somewhat annoyed at the urgency of the call. All the same, he adjusted his tunic, which had fallen out of place, while one of his young squires arranged his hair. How many times that hair had been carefully groomed, the Scorpion wondered, quite enjoying the sensation.

It was winter, and while the morning breeze chilled him, the constant sensation of the comb moving through his hair made him feel at ease. It was in some way renovating. As if those gentle strokes, which caressed his scalp as the sea caresses the land, whispered in his ear that everything would be alright.

A short time later, he found himself on his way to the Temple of Athena. As he passed through the rest of the Houses, he could not avoid a burning sensation in his heart. They had come back, all of them; Camus among them, though he did not seem to even want to see him. Aquarius fled from him every time he came into sight, and Milo had grown tired of it. He had not hoped that everything would be as it had been before, but he had never imagined that it would be that way. Milo paused a moment before the doors of Aquarius, searching for an excuse to go no further, to stay there, but nothing came to mind.

�My Lord, Milo, remember that we are expected, sir.� The voice of Clytus resonated in the hall. His loyal squire spent his days taking care of him in a very strange way; it was as if he were guiding his master, keeping him on track.

Scorpio smiled sadly and nodded, allowing the other man to lead him to the Temple of the Goddess. However, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of all the other saints, all of them, Gold, Silver, and Bronze, gathered in the presence of the Goddess. Clytus took a step forward, as if he wished to say something, but Milo stepped forward, raising a hand, silencing his squire.

�Here I am My Lady, what would you have of me?�

The tone of his voice, his irreverence caused the woman to recoil. She hated that Milo should speak to her that way, but she was not entirely sure that she did not deserve his disrespect. She treated him differently; she was harder on him than on the others and now she was about to assign him to a duty that would undoubtedly open a greater divide between them.

She cursed the moment in which Milo had proven her to be mistaken, telling the truth to her face. She cursed the moment in which Milo had returned her conscience to her.

In the distance, Camus watched him carefully; unsure of what was going through Milo�s mind. As much as he wanted, it was not easy for him to go back to Scorpio, and he knew that with each day that passed the space between them grew. Milo seemed determined to show his indifference to Athena�s orders. He did not even raise an eyebrow, as was his habit, when he was told that Jabu, at that time the bronze saint of Unicorn, would become his pupil.

Aquarius could not help but wonder what would happen when the youth moved into the Temple. That place which was Milo�s private sanctum, where no one ever entered. Now an intruder would enter.

Milo had listened to the words of the Goddess with attention. Jabu would be his apprentice, very well. It just showed Milo that she wanted him far away from her presence, away from Sanctuary. Since there was no sign that things were not going to get any better, and that things were not going well between them anyway, he happily accepted. So he could leave Sanctuary and the time to forget would arrive.

The man bowed his head slightly and instead of asking Clytus to accompany him to his Temple, he simply turned around, and walked away. A resentful reverence to Athena and a mocking stance ended the conversation between them. The others looked on, astonished, as Milo led Jabu to the Scorpion Temple, departing the place in silence.

When Athena had finished talking with the rest, and without thinking twice, Camus left in search of Milo, who, he was sure would have already hung the Unicorn from one of the columns and would be torturing him, but the reality he found was very different.

From outside, mirthful laughter could be heard, and the voice of Milo, who lectured an attentive Jabu, echoed through the place. Camus had never imagined he would see Milo like that, with such a surprising happiness that he found himself speechless. Ever since his return to Sanctuary, and from what was generally believed, due to his rejection, Milo had practically become a hermit.

In that instant, Camus realised that Milo�s life was changing, and that in the future, when they met again, they would possibly not recognise each other. Camus sighed, tightening his fists, invoking the power of his cosmos, and engulfing the Scorpion Temple with all his frozen glory.

Milo appeared at the entrance of the Temple torn between scorn and worry. He did not know what was going through Aquarius� mind, especially after the indifference expressed during the previous days. It was all too strange, and too inappropriate for his way of life. In Jabu, Milo saw the former Unicorn Saint, and future Scorpio Saint, the opportunity to leave Sanctuary. Although how he would adapt to that new life, he was not quite sure.

On leaving the Temple, it seemed as if they were in the Arctic Circle, heavy snow fell, and even the air had the waft of ice on it. Milo stared at Camus with mixed impotence and surprise.

�What are you doing here, Camus?� He asked, his voice muted by the expression in Aquarius� eyes.

�You!� Camus roared, shaking his fists, �I... I was worried about you... and about him...� he could not finish the phrase; although when he referred to the other, he omitted the fact that Jabu was standing at the entrance to the temple.

Scorpio felt as if Aquarius were mocking him- once again. At least that was how he had felt these last few days- months even. He wanted to speak to him, insist that they speak, so that he could, perhaps understand Aquarius� motives, but he chose to remain silent. His cosmos, a mixture of red and gold expanded through the place, melting with the stones that accepted it gratefully; eager to expel the cold within.

Camus wanted to approach him then. To touch him, to embrace him; to forget all that had happened to them up to that moment; but he only allowed his cosmos to touch Milo�s.

�Don�t you dare!� Milo snapped furiously, withdrawing into himself; turning to confront him, �What are you thinking? That you can do whatever you want with me?� His cosmos expanded even more, facing off Camus� cosmos furiously; letting Jabu witness their show of strength.

Jabu observed every movement from the entrance of the temple. Although it was certain that Jabu had never faced a Gold Saint in combat, it was also certain that the others showed a certain reticence to discuss the subject. Camus� cosmos had been threatening at first, Milo�s on the other hand, was�terrifying and now they confronted each other with great strength and pain.

From a distance, the young Scorpion listened to Milo, guessing what he was saying. The older man spoke about having been alone, about uncertainties, and he demanded that the other leave immediately. His voice sounded confident and even aggressive; although he could almost feel that falling apart there and then. All this spectacle only served to confirm that the rumours about those two had always been true.

Finally, the cosmos of the Scorpion filled the area, and Jabu saw how Camus walked away from the temple, making his way up the steps towards his own abode; haughty and imposing as ever. Milo returned to his own temple in the same way.

�Clytus, pack our things. We�re leaving Sanctuary immediately.�
* * *
Jabu had lost count of the months they had spent on the Island of Milos. Clytus came and went between Sanctuary and the Island, always bringing the latest news about the place. Milo had forbidden his squire from speaking about him or about Jabu. The report of his student�s progress was handed in, and whoever inquired after the Scorpions, simply heard that they were in good health.

Milo had even turned a deaf ear to any comment about any of Sanctuary�s inhabitants, whether Saint or not. However, Jabu was exempt from this prohibition... At first, he could talk to Clytus for hours about the comings and goings in that sacred place; but with the passing of time, the youth had started to resist the temptation and eventually he himself had imposed silence on the matter.

Winter and Spring had given way to the heat of Summer. Clytus had left early that morning to deliver his monthly report to the Goddess. The squire had started his journey just before dawn, and just after having left the day�s food prepared. He would not be back for a week. The Temple had to be seen to, and neither Milo nor Jabu had expressed a necessity for his presence.

The cottage in which they lived was situated on a hill near one of the Island�s many beaches; hidden among the trees that grew all around. On the lower floor there was a large chamber which was used for meditation, where the statues of Athena and Nike presided over the place. A couple of small mats lay on the wooden floor and were used by both master and apprentice, whether together or alone.

There was another chamber which was used as kitchen and dining hall, and another which was used as a kind of study; in which hundreds of scrolls dedicated to the Greeks, their gods and constellations could be found. On the upper floor were the bedchambers, the largest of which belonged to the master of the house, Milo at this time.

Clytus had just left, and the man found himself alone on the balcony of his room, which had a magnificent view of the sea. Milo could almost perceive the scent of the salty brine on the air, just by closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Seawater, forest, even the aroma of freshly made hot chocolate filled his senses. He remained there, standing on the balcony, one hand resting on the wooden banister, while the other raised the cup to his lips, allowing him to savour the sweet liquid.

It was to be a free day both for Jabu as well as for Milo. The Scorpion Saint had to accept that the former Unicorn Saint was proving himself to be worthy of the training. He endured the tests and he accepted them; not with resignation, but with commitment and integrity. This pleased Milo. Contrary to what the others thought, Jabu was not a weak and useless rag-doll; he just had not had the opportunity to measure himself against them, or against anyone else.

That week without Clytus would allow them to step down the intensity of the training sessions a little and perhaps to relax too. He needed his mind to stop demanding so much from him, so that he could stop demanding so much from his body.

Milo was exhausted to the point that he might actually fall onto his bed. He had not given time to his own training, and so every day, when he had finished with Jabu, and he had sent him home, or to meditate, he would remain where he was, and he would continue his own training alone. He could not remember the last time he had had a decent meal, since compared to the others he ate very little anyway, or the last time he had slept an hour straight. Too many a month had been spent pushing himself to the limit.

�I leave him in your hands.� Clytus had said, turning to look at Jabu, worried about his master. The youth responded, feeling responsible for his master; he had come to respect him in spite of the fact that at first he had limited himself to obeying Athena�s orders precisely because that was what they were, orders.

�Safe journey, Clytus. I�ll take care of him.� The youth responded, patting him on the shoulder. He then turned to look at Milo in the distance.
* * *
That day, having spent the morning on the beach, Jabu went for a walk to the village. There, the villagers gave him abundant gifts; food, blankets, tunics, which the youth accepted gratefully, just as he had seen Milo do. �We should always be attentive; we live for them, Jabu; do not forget that.� His master told him every time they visited the place.

When he reached the cottage again, Jabu thought it rather odd that Milo was not outside training in the grove, or meditating in the chamber. He made his way to the kitchen, carrying the wrapped gifts in his arms. The fact that the sacred flame of Athena had not been lit called his attention, and he became wary.

�Master!� he called after leaving the provisions in their appointed places, and then he started climbing the stairs to the upper floor. His voice could be heard again, and then his cosmos expanded to fill the cottage, but he stopped short half way up the stairs.

�Your Master sleeps. You should keep silence and allow him to rest.� Camus� voice was cold, but seemed sincere. The man walked towards the stairs, and then stood at the top of the stairs awaiting Jabu.

Aquarius adjusted his clothes, as he walked, which Jabu could not fail to notice. Milo was resting, the other had told him; but he did not believe the words. That same morning on which they had been designated to train together, Jabu had witnessed the changes in Milo. He had switched from the calm and good will of their conversation to the cold indifference and total rage due to the presence of the other man.

Jabu reached the final step and stood at the top of the stairs, facing Camus. Many a month had passed in Jabu�s life, and he had gained a little height with respect to the other, and so he did not feel the slightest bit intimidated.

�If, as you say, my Master is resting, then Master Camus, your presence here is somewhat inappropriate. Allow me to escort you to the door.� Jabu spoke without the slightest indication of emotion in his voice.

Camus looked at him angrily, however, and seeing that Jabu was not at all unpolite in addressing him, he decided to remain silent. Though the annoyance and the disrespect at the way he was being shown out of a place he practically considered to be his; would take time in going away.

�That will not be necessary, young man. I know the way.� He replied.

Jabu remained standing still. His cosmos began to relax little by little as the distance between him and the other man widened; vanishing when the other man had gone. Walking slowly, Jabu sought his master�s bedchamber. Night had not yet fallen, yet Milo seemed to be in a deep sleep. During these last few months, he had seen his master wear himself out, and so he decided that Milo must have decided to rest.

The room was filled with the essence of dusk, somewhat dry, and something else; diffused with the aroma that emanated from the Scorpion himself. Milo�s torso was bare. Jabu could see how the bed sheet covering him only reached his waist. There were no signs of an intimate encounter between the two Gold Saints, which somehow made Jabu feel relieved. Milo turned in his sleep, so that he now lay face down on the bed. His movement had almost caused the sheet to become entangled in his legs, revealing the fact that Milo was stark naked, which did not surprise Jabu that much, taking into account the heat of the day.

The youth wanted to step forward and to cover his master with the sheet; but he could not resist the growing desire to touch him. He was attracted to the beauty he saw in Milo�s body; he could not deny that the man had the statuesque qualities of a hero, and that everyone did their utmost to gratify him. However, he was not motivated by any of that. He felt the need to caress him, and lavish him with something he lacked. Sincere fondness.

He reached out a hand as he reached the side of the bed. He could almost feel the warmth of Milo�s body touching his hand. In the moment of contact, Jabu did not know how to react; only that his hand continued moving down the man�s back until the sharp rise of the buttocks. There he stopped. He wanted, more than anything else to continue tracing the shape of Milo�s body with his fingers, but he decided not to; he hastily withdrew his hand and covered Milo, as had been his original intention. This done, he quickly made his way out of the room.

Milo was still sprawled on the bed, and as he heard the door close, he opened his eyes; remaining completely still. He could feel the sensation of Jabu�s hand making its way down his back; the warmth he had transmitted to him for an instant, Milo could not help wondering what a moment with him would be like. However, he put the idea out of his mind. He would never use Jabu to cure himself.

He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
* * *
Milo had had the strangest dream of his life. In the dream, he wore a white linen tunic; just like the one his mother had woven for him when he was still a child. He could see how the fine cloth covered his body, the belt adjusted to his waist. One shoulder bare. Suddenly Milo found himself under the apple tree outside the cottage; the signs of his training and that of Jabu were still visible in the dust. He smiled touching them.

�I have been waiting for you.� Someone whispered in his dream.

When he turned around to see who had spoken; he realised that there was nobody there at all; all he could feel was a hand sliding down his back. He had closed his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation.

However, he woke up suddenly. He was panting; sweating profusely and he thought that the light invading his chamber would blind him.

The man woke up, stretching his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed, only to stand and take the first pair of shorts that he could find. When he left the room, he went downstairs to the kitchen. He was still combing his untidy hair with his fingers, and yawning. He thought for an instant that he could find his way around the place with his eyes closed. The smell coming out of the kitchen wafted through the cottage, making his stomach grumble with urgency.

�Good morning.� He said to the figure moving from side to side. Jabu turned to look at him before returning to his chores.

�Good morning.� The other repeated as he reached the table, sitting on one of the chairs.

�It�s the afternoon.� Jabu said curtly. �And please eat quickly, Master; we have a visitor.� The former Unicorn Saint put a plate heaped with food in front of Milo and gestured towards Athena�s chamber. Milo glanced at him, intrigued, not giving much importance to his last action. Until that moment, their conversations had been carried out in a friendly tone, and without the underlying irony that could be heard in Jabu�s voice in that moment. Finally, when he had decided to look towards the other room- and after the other had gestured for the third time, Milo saw Camus� long red hair. The owner of those long fiery locks seemed to be meditating just then; to which he responded with a frown.

�Aren�t you eating?� He asked.

When he did not receive an answer, he snorted angrily. A moment later Jabu passed by his side, and Milo took hold of his wrist, forcing the youth to look at him. The fury in Jabu�s eyes showed his determination to free himself from Milo�s grip� �What�s wrong with you, Jabu?�

Taking hold of Jabu�s wrist that way meant that Milo had to stand. The young Scorpion breathed deeply, trying to make the other let him go. Milo was not willing to relinquish his grip.

�Problems, Milo?�

When he heard Camus� voice, Milo almost released his hold on Jabu�s arm, which gave him the chance to get free and move away, slamming the door on his way out.

�You know... that kind of conduct would never be accepted in Aquarius, and furthermore, it�s absolutely intolerable, once��

�What are you doing here, Camus?� Milo inquired, regaining his composure and sitting down again. He dedicated his attention to the food which he had just been served without looking at Camus for a moment.

��I was saying, Milo��

�I�m not interested, Camus. You are free to do as you wish in the House of Aquarius, as I am in Scorpio...� Milo interrupted him, angrily letting his spoon fall on his plate. �Now answer me, what are you doing here?�

�I arrived early yesterday,� Aquarius started, sitting down opposite the other, �your pupil had the cheek to throw me out of here two nights ago when I came to see you and found you sleeping. I must confess that it was my intention to stay by your side, to watch over you while you were sleeping; but he would not allow it.�

Milo, impassive, looked at him, keeping in mind those snippets of information that really mattered to him.

�(...) I came back because I thought I would find you awake, and until you awoke, I waited down here. The Unicorn forbade me to go up to your room. Can you believe his nerve?�

Under other circumstances, Milo would have given all he had just to see the smile that was now offered to him, but-

�Jabu was just following my orders, Camus,� he lied �besides, I still don�t understand why you have come. Was not it you who said that our duties must never be neglected; that our Goddess comes before all else and because of that you could not be with me?�

Camus did not know how to respond. Milo�s voice sounded so calm, without reproach, and at the same time so honest, that to him it seemed that a thousand scorpions were stinging him at the same time.

�I really don�t understand you,� Milo continued, leaning back on his chair, with the most sarcastic smile in his repertoire on his face, �although I believe that what pleased you most was that I increased your pride, that you enjoyed my begging for your love, and your attention.�

�No, Milo, that�s not the way it is...� Camus stood up and walked around the table towards Milo, looking to make himself comfortable sitting astride the other�s legs; taking his face in his hands, �I have always loved you, always.� He said, kissing him.

Scorpio did not respond to the kiss. On the contrary, he took hold of Camus and made him stand up, while he did the same.

�You closed yourself off to me, and you shut me out of your life. You filled me with blame and now I realise that you made me do the same. My love for you turned into service to the Goddess you love so much, and who you loved to put before me.� He said. For the first time in a long time there was no reproach, no lamentation.

�I believe that Jabu showed you the way out, no?� Milo turned around and started walking back to his chamber, leaving Camus standing speechless in the kitchen.

Aquarius wanted to follow him; but Milo�s cosmos created a barrier around the place. Pure poison that Camus did not know how to get out of his system; and so swallowing his rage, and seeing in himself the architect of all that had happened between them, he had simply left.
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