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Adult ++
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Tainted Tears - Drop #1 - Saga
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FIC : Tainted Tears - chapter 1
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : There is BIG innuendo for Saga x Kanon and Kanon x Saga, though. (“Obvious” would be a better word than “innuendo”. ^^;)
Rating : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content. Don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea).
Warnings : Timeline went to space, so it could be considered AU, but I’m otherwise sticking with the canon story whenever it’s possible. The original timeline for their ages couldn’t have worked with this story. ^^;;; Even with the AU timeline, Saga and Kanon are very young when they get rescued by the Gemini saint and he becomes their master.
Saga and Kanon are in their early adolescence at the beginning of this fic. That means they\'re pretty close to the age of Seiya and Shun in the series. Just wanted to mention that so you can picture some of the scenes without getting too shocked, since ages are not mentioned and people could think they\'re even younger. This fic has a very heavy subject, but the point here is more the things they go through to get over the trauma caused by their past, rather than anything kinky itself. There are scenes with sexual content, but they\'re only there when deemed necessary for the story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people.
No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
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When day after day, you fall lower and lower, you start wondering if there is such a thing as \"hit rock bottom\".
If you’re lucky enough to still be able to think rationally, you’ll understand that you’ve hit it long ago, and that you’re no longer falling. It’s just an illusion. You merely think that you are still falling, but in truth, you are drowning. At the bottom of the well.
When you’re that young and that vulnerable, how can you hope to fight against destiny?
When you’re sold like an object at such a young age, what hopes can there be left for the rest of your life?
Children their age should be out playing, and not locked behind thick display windows and lacy curtains, the red light of the lamp signs reflected on the white lace like rivers of blood running down alabaster pale skin.
Through the red veil of those lamps, their blood and tears appeared wanton when they should have been utterly pure.
Death would be a relief for them, perhaps. And yet, they lived.
Or rather, they survived, day after day, their urge to go on fueled only by each other’s presence and by the need that each of them acutely felt of protecting their other half.
When all hopes are drowned in despair, what can there be left? Nothing.
And if the twins didn’t have each other, death would have embraced them long ago.
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Drop #1 - Saga
They had sent him on an errand again. It didn’t surprise him, since it was almost always him that they sent for this kind of thing. They didn’t trust Kanon enough to let him out too often, least he would find some new way of annoying them, so they locked him in as much as possible. Saga was gentler, easier to control. And besides, Kanon was sick today, once again.
Saga ran from shadow to shadow in the little street. It was a typical sunny greek afternoon, but for some reason he prefered walking in the shade.
He never understood why exactly, but being in the sun reminded him of all the things he couldn’t have. Freedom. Light. Purity. Purity was the big deal. He couldn’t explain to himself why, but he felt like he was too filthy for the sunlight. Too soiled to walk in the clean zones, and to breathe the same air than the normal people. The clean people. And that’s why he lowered his head and avoided everybody’s gaze.
He felt as if no matter how much he would appear clean on the outside, if someone looked in his eyes, they’d see how soiled his soul was. Tainted. Tainted child, tainted dreams, tainted tears.
He only hoped that Kanon was just having another of his bouts of sickness. The younger twin had always had the frailer health of them both ever since they were born, and he would get sick and feverish from time to time. It was a common thing for twins, or so Saga had heard. He hoped it was just the occasional bout of sickness, and not another of the strange diseases. They would get them sometimes, and you never saw them coming. They made him want to die even more than he usually already did. Maybe because they were an even stronger reminder of his condition.
A condition that Saga was already permanently hyper-aware of to the point of fearing that anyone who saw him would immediately guess what he was at the first glance, no matter what he was wearing or where he went.
This afternoon, he was supposed to go collect a debt from a customer of the \"house\" his brother and him worked for.
The “house” was already in one of the most miserable areas of the small city, but that customer seemed to live in an even worse slum and Saga rushed to get quickly to the address that was written in the paper, and that he could barely read with his sparse knowledge. Another thing that nobody seemed to find necessary for them to learn, so the twins had acquired most of their rudiments of reading and writing on their own.
He didn’t quite understand how the financial part of the thing worked, as they were always the merchandise being sold over and over and receiving nothing in return, but apparently their owners would let some customers put it on their tabs to pay later. When some of those clients disappeared for a while or refused to pay when the tab got too big, the \"house\" would send someone to recover the debt.
Well, more like to beg for it.
It was actually a clever commercial gesture on their part, as the customer would always end up being very pleased at the sight of the kind of person sent to recover their debt…and would almost always end up paying, after a few hours of free pleasure. The shop wasted some hours of their merchandise, but they got a happy customer willing to pay his debt and to come spend more money later. And that was why this kind of errand was done in the afternoons. There wasn’t much movement at the \"house\" at that time of the day, the peak hours being in the evening. They wouldn’t send him out at that time, especially considering that his brother and him were the main attraction of the house. Not only they were the youngest of all, being the only adolescents, but they were also the most beautiful merchandise the place had to offer.
Twins, like two identical images of each other. Apparently, that aroused quite some interest among the customers, and the house would often have them perform for a crowd in the main room, aside from their usual activities.
A shudder ran up Saga’s spine at the thought that they’d probably have to do it tonight too, despite the fact Kanon was in no state for it. It’s not like they could call in sick. They were perishable merchandise, expected to die or become worthless rather young, and as such not a minute of their time was wasted. It’s not like the house wanted to give them long term carreers, or cared for their health, for that instance. Saga knew very well that they wouldn’t get to grow old in that profession. But he knew better than putting much hope in thinking that they would be free of it some day. Only a fool’s hope, for most likely they would just die of some disease or lose all sanity before reaching adult age.
But performing wasn’t the worse, by far. The touch of his brother’s hands on his skin was actually a soothing solace. If it wasn’t for the crowd leering and occasionally touching them, those moments in which they became one would be a blissful relief from the rest of the time. But those little shows would always fire up the audience and make their night even longer and busier, with the line of customers waiting for them streching through the corridors. The women and the older boys working there too occasionally envied the amount of attention they received from the clients, but most often they were relieved to see it fall on someone else than them. Sometimes, the last customer left the twins’ room when the sun was about to rise, and the two brothers were completely exhausted and barely able to move anymore.
They had been forced to do that job for many years now, but their nearly pre-pubescent bodies were still as easy to tire out after too many hours of forced work. Puberty had barely started to hit them, and they still retained the frailness of childhood, and a need for many hours of sleep that could not usually be fulfilled, as they most often slept only in the mornings.
Whenever he walked by someone in the street, Saga held his breath in utter fear that the people would recognize him for what he was.
Or another of his terrors : that one of their customers would pass by him in the street and talk to him or call him, subsequently attracting the attention of all the people in the street over him and what he was. Even if they were close to the capital, Athens, this was a small city after all, and that made him even more concerned by every single movement around him, afraid of whatever could seem like a sign that people had understood what he was.
His eyes were burning and he felt a wave of nausea rise so suddenly that his legs got shaky, but he knew well that he couldn\'t go back to the “house” without the money or explain to them that he was too afraid to go outside. He didn’t need another beating now, and he knew they wouldn’t hesitate a moment to give him one. It wasn’t as if their customers were bothered in the least by the bruises on their bodies, after all. Some of them actually quite enjoyed that.
He had to endure, especially when Kanon was sick. He needed to be by his side, and to make sure he didn’t do or say anything stupid during his fever. The younger twin had a tendency to talk during his delirious moments, and that could prove to be very dangerous when their owners heard some of the things he would say about them. Saga still remembered tasting blood in his mouth for days after the last time something like that happened, and Kanon was beaten even worse then him.
He had to make sure he could watch over his brother, so the best was to get that done as fast as possible and get back to the “house”. He swallowed hard his nausea and blinked his eyes as fast as he could, a trick he had learned long ago to help holding back his tears, then started running towards the slums despite his fear of attracting attention over himself.
With some luck he would be able to get the errand done quickly, although the less hopeful part of his mind told him that he would probably not be back before sunset, considering that the customer had quite a big tab and those ones usually took their time with him before paying their debt.
He just hoped he would be able to hold his tears. Some of the clients were turned on by them, but others would get violent if his brother or him didn’t hide well enough their disgust or sorrow, and he couldn’t afford getting in trouble today.
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[To Be Continued]
[Next Chapter : Drop #2 – Kanon.]
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Sagakure, May 12th 2005
If you like my fanfiction, check out also my artwork at my website! ^_^/
http://tokyo.cool.ne.jp/sagakure/index.html
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FIC : Tainted Tears - chapter 1
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : There is BIG innuendo for Saga x Kanon and Kanon x Saga, though. (“Obvious” would be a better word than “innuendo”. ^^;)
Rating : NC17 (For utter angst and mature content. Don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea).
Warnings : Timeline went to space, so it could be considered AU, but I’m otherwise sticking with the canon story whenever it’s possible. The original timeline for their ages couldn’t have worked with this story. ^^;;; Even with the AU timeline, Saga and Kanon are very young when they get rescued by the Gemini saint and he becomes their master.
Saga and Kanon are in their early adolescence at the beginning of this fic. That means they\'re pretty close to the age of Seiya and Shun in the series. Just wanted to mention that so you can picture some of the scenes without getting too shocked, since ages are not mentioned and people could think they\'re even younger. This fic has a very heavy subject, but the point here is more the things they go through to get over the trauma caused by their past, rather than anything kinky itself. There are scenes with sexual content, but they\'re only there when deemed necessary for the story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people.
No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
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When day after day, you fall lower and lower, you start wondering if there is such a thing as \"hit rock bottom\".
If you’re lucky enough to still be able to think rationally, you’ll understand that you’ve hit it long ago, and that you’re no longer falling. It’s just an illusion. You merely think that you are still falling, but in truth, you are drowning. At the bottom of the well.
When you’re that young and that vulnerable, how can you hope to fight against destiny?
When you’re sold like an object at such a young age, what hopes can there be left for the rest of your life?
Children their age should be out playing, and not locked behind thick display windows and lacy curtains, the red light of the lamp signs reflected on the white lace like rivers of blood running down alabaster pale skin.
Through the red veil of those lamps, their blood and tears appeared wanton when they should have been utterly pure.
Death would be a relief for them, perhaps. And yet, they lived.
Or rather, they survived, day after day, their urge to go on fueled only by each other’s presence and by the need that each of them acutely felt of protecting their other half.
When all hopes are drowned in despair, what can there be left? Nothing.
And if the twins didn’t have each other, death would have embraced them long ago.
************************
Drop #1 - Saga
They had sent him on an errand again. It didn’t surprise him, since it was almost always him that they sent for this kind of thing. They didn’t trust Kanon enough to let him out too often, least he would find some new way of annoying them, so they locked him in as much as possible. Saga was gentler, easier to control. And besides, Kanon was sick today, once again.
Saga ran from shadow to shadow in the little street. It was a typical sunny greek afternoon, but for some reason he prefered walking in the shade.
He never understood why exactly, but being in the sun reminded him of all the things he couldn’t have. Freedom. Light. Purity. Purity was the big deal. He couldn’t explain to himself why, but he felt like he was too filthy for the sunlight. Too soiled to walk in the clean zones, and to breathe the same air than the normal people. The clean people. And that’s why he lowered his head and avoided everybody’s gaze.
He felt as if no matter how much he would appear clean on the outside, if someone looked in his eyes, they’d see how soiled his soul was. Tainted. Tainted child, tainted dreams, tainted tears.
He only hoped that Kanon was just having another of his bouts of sickness. The younger twin had always had the frailer health of them both ever since they were born, and he would get sick and feverish from time to time. It was a common thing for twins, or so Saga had heard. He hoped it was just the occasional bout of sickness, and not another of the strange diseases. They would get them sometimes, and you never saw them coming. They made him want to die even more than he usually already did. Maybe because they were an even stronger reminder of his condition.
A condition that Saga was already permanently hyper-aware of to the point of fearing that anyone who saw him would immediately guess what he was at the first glance, no matter what he was wearing or where he went.
This afternoon, he was supposed to go collect a debt from a customer of the \"house\" his brother and him worked for.
The “house” was already in one of the most miserable areas of the small city, but that customer seemed to live in an even worse slum and Saga rushed to get quickly to the address that was written in the paper, and that he could barely read with his sparse knowledge. Another thing that nobody seemed to find necessary for them to learn, so the twins had acquired most of their rudiments of reading and writing on their own.
He didn’t quite understand how the financial part of the thing worked, as they were always the merchandise being sold over and over and receiving nothing in return, but apparently their owners would let some customers put it on their tabs to pay later. When some of those clients disappeared for a while or refused to pay when the tab got too big, the \"house\" would send someone to recover the debt.
Well, more like to beg for it.
It was actually a clever commercial gesture on their part, as the customer would always end up being very pleased at the sight of the kind of person sent to recover their debt…and would almost always end up paying, after a few hours of free pleasure. The shop wasted some hours of their merchandise, but they got a happy customer willing to pay his debt and to come spend more money later. And that was why this kind of errand was done in the afternoons. There wasn’t much movement at the \"house\" at that time of the day, the peak hours being in the evening. They wouldn’t send him out at that time, especially considering that his brother and him were the main attraction of the house. Not only they were the youngest of all, being the only adolescents, but they were also the most beautiful merchandise the place had to offer.
Twins, like two identical images of each other. Apparently, that aroused quite some interest among the customers, and the house would often have them perform for a crowd in the main room, aside from their usual activities.
A shudder ran up Saga’s spine at the thought that they’d probably have to do it tonight too, despite the fact Kanon was in no state for it. It’s not like they could call in sick. They were perishable merchandise, expected to die or become worthless rather young, and as such not a minute of their time was wasted. It’s not like the house wanted to give them long term carreers, or cared for their health, for that instance. Saga knew very well that they wouldn’t get to grow old in that profession. But he knew better than putting much hope in thinking that they would be free of it some day. Only a fool’s hope, for most likely they would just die of some disease or lose all sanity before reaching adult age.
But performing wasn’t the worse, by far. The touch of his brother’s hands on his skin was actually a soothing solace. If it wasn’t for the crowd leering and occasionally touching them, those moments in which they became one would be a blissful relief from the rest of the time. But those little shows would always fire up the audience and make their night even longer and busier, with the line of customers waiting for them streching through the corridors. The women and the older boys working there too occasionally envied the amount of attention they received from the clients, but most often they were relieved to see it fall on someone else than them. Sometimes, the last customer left the twins’ room when the sun was about to rise, and the two brothers were completely exhausted and barely able to move anymore.
They had been forced to do that job for many years now, but their nearly pre-pubescent bodies were still as easy to tire out after too many hours of forced work. Puberty had barely started to hit them, and they still retained the frailness of childhood, and a need for many hours of sleep that could not usually be fulfilled, as they most often slept only in the mornings.
Whenever he walked by someone in the street, Saga held his breath in utter fear that the people would recognize him for what he was.
Or another of his terrors : that one of their customers would pass by him in the street and talk to him or call him, subsequently attracting the attention of all the people in the street over him and what he was. Even if they were close to the capital, Athens, this was a small city after all, and that made him even more concerned by every single movement around him, afraid of whatever could seem like a sign that people had understood what he was.
His eyes were burning and he felt a wave of nausea rise so suddenly that his legs got shaky, but he knew well that he couldn\'t go back to the “house” without the money or explain to them that he was too afraid to go outside. He didn’t need another beating now, and he knew they wouldn’t hesitate a moment to give him one. It wasn’t as if their customers were bothered in the least by the bruises on their bodies, after all. Some of them actually quite enjoyed that.
He had to endure, especially when Kanon was sick. He needed to be by his side, and to make sure he didn’t do or say anything stupid during his fever. The younger twin had a tendency to talk during his delirious moments, and that could prove to be very dangerous when their owners heard some of the things he would say about them. Saga still remembered tasting blood in his mouth for days after the last time something like that happened, and Kanon was beaten even worse then him.
He had to make sure he could watch over his brother, so the best was to get that done as fast as possible and get back to the “house”. He swallowed hard his nausea and blinked his eyes as fast as he could, a trick he had learned long ago to help holding back his tears, then started running towards the slums despite his fear of attracting attention over himself.
With some luck he would be able to get the errand done quickly, although the less hopeful part of his mind told him that he would probably not be back before sunset, considering that the customer had quite a big tab and those ones usually took their time with him before paying their debt.
He just hoped he would be able to hold his tears. Some of the clients were turned on by them, but others would get violent if his brother or him didn’t hide well enough their disgust or sorrow, and he couldn’t afford getting in trouble today.
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[To Be Continued]
[Next Chapter : Drop #2 – Kanon.]
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Sagakure, May 12th 2005