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Panpolemos (Global War)	By : Philotas Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya Views: 1979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Panpolemos" (Global War)
Author's warnings: This is a post-Hades fic, starting ten years after the Holy
War in which Seiya and the Gold Saints died and bases on both the manga and the anime.
It's pretty neutral so far, but it will contain yaoi (though het will be there as well),
so hit the back button if you don't know what that is or if you don't like it. Other
than that, please just forgive any mistakes in grammar, English is not my mother language.
On the other hand, please do not hesitate to point out any mistakes concerning
timeline / characters / canon facts / etc.
Thanks a lot to all who take the time to read this.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be called Athena!
Chapter 2. Crimson Omens in the Sky
Kirai observed the laboratory in the dim light of the candles. It seemed like ages
had gone by since last time he'd heard the sound of a hammer or a bistoury coming from
the place. When his brother died, Kirai rightfully inherited all his possessions,
including the tower in Jamir and the laboratory within it, but though he could easily
exercise his brother's art, he found he didn't care for it. After all, there was only
one cloth left to repair, and he didn't really want it to be repaired. Even if Shiryu,
Hyoga or Shun gave the necessary blood to do it. Repairing it would mean allowing
someone else to aspire to it, and it simply felt wrong... Nobody, nobody should wear
the Pegasus cloth but Seiya. Seiya, however, was gone...
Kirai turned to the window, and he could almost see his friend there, pacbackback
and forth as if hell-bent on carving a path into the stone floor, ranting that Shiryu
needed his help and that he couldn't wait a whole month for Mu to come back. Ah, there
were so many memories to choose from, besides that one...
"Kiki, take the Libra Cloth with you, take it to the others" the Pegasus Saint had
said, during the battle under the sea. It was the first time he had received such a
responsibility.
Yet Kirai remembered how much faith there was in Seiya's eyes as he spoke those words.
He had been the only one the treat him without the contempt usually reserved for children.
No, he wasn't going to repair the Pegasus cloth. There wasn't anyone worthy of wearing it
anymore, nor there would ever be. He started blowing out the candles, one by one,
whispering the words of an ancient prayer, one older than Christ, Athena or Buddha.
A prayer of peace, for himself and his loved ones. When the low chant shedshed, he blew
out the last candle.
"Goodnight, big brother Mu. Goodnight, Seiya" he whispered.
When he reached his chamber, the same he had occupied since childhood, he stared at
the cold bed awaiting him and suddenly felt he didn't belong there at all. The familiar
landscape of Jamir at night, stretching towards infinity out of the arched window,
became alien and hostile in his eyes. Almost as a defence mechanism, his mind wandered
back to the surviving saints. The last he had seen was Shiryu, at Shun Rei's funeral,
but he hadn't even talked to him. Probably lost in his own grief and fooled by the long
years that had kept them apart and changed Kirai's body so evidently, hisend end had not
recognized him.
The young man looked at his reflection in the mirror on the far end of the room. He was
slightly taller than Mu had been and his hair, though fiery red as always, had grown and
reached down his back in long wavy locks. He teleported in front of the mirror to study
himself from close. His face had lost the juvenile roundness of his childhood years, and
though his eyes were still the same blue, they no longer looked quite as big. Kirai
sighed, trying to remember what time of the year it was... ah, yes, late spring. He had
turned eighteen a month before, more or less. Since Mu had died, he no longer bothered
with things like birthdays. What would be the point? If it weren't for the evident changes
in his body, Kirai would have sworn time stopped to ten years before.
Still there he was, an adult almost, with little to do in his hermitage except watch
dull, useless days pass him by. Shaina had sent a letter for him to the nearest village,
about two yeaeforefore, hoping that it would reach him. It had. He smiled indulgently,
remembering the silver saint's proposal:
"Come back to Athens, wear the Aries Cloth, help us rebuild the magnificence of
Sanctuary".
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