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Chain of Resurrection	By : Carpentaria Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Views: 7643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
Asmita exhaled slowly as he returned from the Underworld. He could feel the remnants of the Underworld’s dark and cold presence on his soul and knew he needed to do a cleansing ritual later on. For now, he had to go see Athena. As he made his way down from his House and to Athena, his thoughts returned to his meeting with Tenma.
As expected, his view of the world had not changed. It was a place filled with suffering, pain and evil. Humans, despite acts of kindness, were cruel creatures. They were quick to abandon their fellow human beings in the pursuit of riches and power. Such as world was not worth living in.
But Tenma had still managed to touch something in him. The young man’s courage, pure heart and determination had reminded him that sometimes, humans could rise above their destructive nature. Tenma seemed to one of the few who would continue on the path before him, not matter what pain and suffering lay ahead.
Still, he is rather naïve, Asmita thought with a slight smile. Beneath his fierce determination to protect his friends, Asmita had sensed a kind, perhaps even fragile heart. Not fragile in the sense that he was easily overcome by opposition, but fragile in that he felt everything too much. He wanted to save too many, overcome too much, and such a heart could not survive or long without breaking. He had no doubt that Tenma would do everything in his power to save his friend, Alone, but Asmita knew that such a journey could only end in pain.
He must learn to overcome such pain if he is to succeed.
He finally reached his destination. Athena was standing at the top of the long staircase leading to the giant status of the goddess. She was surrounded by a golden aura, using her Cosmos to create a barrier around Sanctuary. Her eyes were closed, but she sensed his presence and smiled gently.
“Asmita, welcome back,” she said in a quiet voice. Asmita kneeled down, lowering his head.
“Lady Athena,” he acknowledged. He sensed a slight waver in her Cosmos.
She must be tired, keeping the barrier up all day and night.
Athena apparently sensed something because her smile grew wider and the glow around her body brightened ever so slightly.
“You met Tenma in the Underworld, didn’t you? What did you think of him?” she asked.
“He is irrational, quick-tempered and loud,” Asmita answered without hesitation. He felt Athena’s amusement at his description.
“But he is also determined, loyal and brave,” he continued. “I have no doubt that he will follow the path set before him.”
“Yes, Tenma is a very special person,” Athena agreed. “Are you going to Jamir, then?” she asked.
“Yes, even though Hades destroyed the Mukurrosi I must still go there and speak with the Elder,” Asmita said.
“Be careful, Asmita,” Ahena warned him. “Ever since Albafica’s disappearance we’ve had reports of several other Saints disappearing. I have ordered all remaining Saints to return to Sanctuary. I do not know what Hades is planning, but we must be prepared,” she said.
“Of course.” Asmita rose to his feet, gave Athena a slight nod and left. He could feel her gaze on him as he walked down the stairs.
On his way through Sanctuary he bumped into Dohko, Tenma’s teacher and self-proclaimed older brother.
“Asmita, where are you going? Athena has ordered all Saints to return to Sanctuary,” Dohko said and quickly walked up to him. Asmita did not slow down or stop.
“Yes, I know, but I must go to Jamir and speak with the Elder,” he said. He sensed Dohko’s confusion and slight suspicion. He smiled. He knew most of the other Saints found him either cold or distant. They did not approach him or speak with him unless necessary.
“I met your little brother, Tenma, in the Underworld,” he said over his shoulder. Dohko faltered slightly before quickly following Asmita.
“You found him? How is he?!” he demanded to know. Asmita chuckled.
“Exactly as I expected. I can see why you like him so much,” he said.
“You didn’t bring him back with you?” Dohko asked angrily. Asmita stopped walking though he did not turn around.
“I could not have brought his soul with me even if I wanted to. His body is not here and he would not survive long in the living world as a soul. Now, I must go.”
“Asmita… what are you going to do?” Dohko whispered. He did not see the smile on Asmira’s face as the Gold Saint made his way through the open hallway.
“Do not worry, Dohko. Tenma will soon join you.”
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Yeto let out a soft groan when he came to. He sat up and looked around, not recognising his surroundings as first. Then he suddenly remembered the trip to the Underworld, rescuing Tenma, meeting Hades and finding the Mukurrosi tree destroyed along with its fruits. He also remembered Tenma collapsing after claiming to fight a Gold Saint named Virgo Asmita.
He looked around and found Tenma’s unmoving body lying next to him.
“Tenma?” he called. His friend did not respond.
“Tenma!” Yato reached out to shake some life into the unmoving body when a hand grab his shoulder and held him back.
“Wait,” Yuzuriha said. She did not look at him, but kept her eyes on the unmoving Tenma.
Yato turned his attention back to Tenma and for long moments, they waited in tense silence. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Tenma suddenly let out a loud gasp and sat up. He looked around widely before spotting Yato and Yuzuriha.
“W-where am I?” he asked them.
Yato, who had nearly had a heart attack when Tenma suddenly sat up, glared at his friend and hit him, hard.
“Idiot! Don’t scare me like that!” he yelled. Tenma, not expecting the blow, nearly fell down. He turned to glare at Yato, rubbing the sore spot where the other Saint had hit him.
“Welcome back, Pegasus,” an unfamiliar voice said form behind him. Tenma turned quickly and spotted a tall man with long silvery hair. He couldn’t help but feel there was something familiar about the man.
“Who are you?” he asked. It was Yuzuriha who answered him.
“This is the Elder of Jamir, Master Hakurei.”
Tenma slowly got to his feet, his body still somewhat sore. He allowed his eyes to wander and let out a gasp when he spotted the broken Cloths inhabiting the room.
“W-what is this?!”
“Calm down, idiot,” Yato berated him. “This is where broken Cloths are send to in order to be fixed.”
“Indeed it is,” Hakurei said and gestured for Tenma to stand in front of him. Tenma slowly approached the tall man, sensing his power the closer he got. When he stood a few feet in fornt of the Elder, Hakurei placed his hands on his shoulder and bowed down, resting his forehead against Tenma's. For a while they stood like that, Tenma not really understanding what was going on. Finally, the Elder pulled away.
“Your time in the Underworld has not damaged your soul permanently. However, you should not return there for the time being. A living soul cannot survive long in that place without going made or shattering. Only those marked by Hades may live in the Underworld,” Hakurei said. He then turned to a young boy who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and reached out a hand. The boy handed him a small flask containing a clear liquid. Hakurei then handed the flask to Tenma.
“Drink this. Although your soul was not damaged beyond repair, it still needs to be cleansed of any lingering remnants of the Underworld.”
Tenma gave the flask a questioned look, but when both Yato and Yuzuriha nodded to him to drink it, he brought it to his lips and, closing his eyes, downed the liquid. He let out a gasp as something ice cold slid down his throat. He saw Yato smirk slightly and knew the other Saint had known how cold the liquid was. He glared and was about to say something when he suddenly sensed a familiar Cosmos.
“It can’t be,” he said and ran to the door, looking out.
“Ah, yes, it would seem our other guest has arrived without incident,” Hakurei said and joined him.
Emerging from a narrow path between two huge cliffs, a Gold Saint with golden hair appeared, his Cloth casting a golden glow around him in the midday sun.
“Asmita,” Tenma whispered. Why was the other Saint here?
“Welcome, Virgo Asmita,” Hakurei said and moved aside, allowing Asmita entrance. Asmita gave him a slight and entered, not even acknowledging Tenma.
“Hey! Why is he here?!” Tenma yelled and pointed at Asmita. Asmita turned his head and sent a cool smile in his direction.
“He is here for you, Pegasus,” Hakurei said. Tenma looked at him in confusion.
“Why?”
“He is here to restore your Cloth.”
Tenma looked down at his torn Cloth. Just as he had torn his body, so Hades had also torn his Cloth, nearly destroying it.
“We do not have much time. Come here, Tenma,” Asmita said and waved Tenma over. Tenma sent him an apprehensive look, but since the Elder was here he doubted Asmita would attack him again.
Sensing his slight fear, Asmita smiled. So, he is not so quick to forget, he thought in amusement. The younger Saint finally moved to stand in front of him, his nervous energy fluttering about like a caged songbird.
“Relax,” Asmita said and then prepared to slit his wrist.
“Asmita, what are – “ the Elder began.
“It is alright,” Asmita interrupted him. Normally, a Saint would take off his or her Cloth to have it restored, but Asmita did not order Tenma to do so. Instead, he cut a long, deep line on each wrist and then held the bleeding limb over Tenma, letting his blood spill down on Tenma’s body and Cloth.
“What are you doing?!” Tenmas asked alarmed. He forced himself not to move away as he felt the warm blood touch his skin.
“Be still, Pegasus! You should be honoured that a Cold Saint is using his blood to repair your Cloth. Normally, a Silver Saint would perform such a task,” Hakurei said sharply. He did not quite understand Asmita’s motives, but guessed that the Gold Saint wanted to make Tenma’s Cloth as strong as possible before the fight against Hades and his army. It was no secret among the Gold Saints and those in command that Asmita was one of the strongest Saints of this generation. For him to use his own blood to repair a Cloth meant that he acknowledged Tenma’s worth and his truth.
After several minutes, Asmita finally pulled away. He accepted a white cloth from Yuzuriha and quietly cleaned his wounds.
“It’s better than before! Stronger!” Tenma exclaimed in a wondrous voice. His Cloth was repaired but it was slightly different from before. He let his Cosmos fill his body and Cloth, smiling widely. He had not felt this strong in a long time! He turned to Asmita and his smile disappeared, replaced by a slight frown. He took hold of Asmita’s arm and gently began cleaning the wound on his wrist.
“Thank you,” he said without looking up from his task. Only when the wound stopped bleeding and the blood had been cleaned away did he let go. He suddenly realised he was standing very close to the other Saint, and quickly stepped back. A blush spread from his cheeks down his throat. He was suddenly glad that Asmita could not see him. Asmita said nothing in response.
“It is time to leave, Elder Hakurei,” Asmita said. Hakurei nodded and snapped his fingers. The broken Cloths glowed briefly before turning into small globes of glowing light.
“What happened?” Yato questioned.
“The Cloths must be sent to Sanctuary for protection,” Hakurei answered and motioned for the young boy to prepare a teleportation spell.
However, several dark Cosmos suddenly appeared near the small house where they were staying.
“Specters!” Tenma hissed and ran to the door. He looked out and spotted a number of dark figures making their way down the same pathway Asmita had appeared from.
“They resurrected faster than I expected,” Asmita said. Tenma and Yato turned to him.
“What do you mean?” Tenma asked.
“I killed them on my way here, but it would seem they are ready to fight again. Without the Mukurrosi they will continue to come back to life,” Asmita said.
“But how do we stop them?” Yato asked. Asmita did not answer him.
“You must go now. We will hold them off until all the Cloths are in Sanctuary,” Asmita said to Hakurei before turning around and stepping outside. Tenma, Yato and Yuzuriha quickly joined him.
Before them stood a group of unknown Specters. Their Surplice was dark as coal and their eyes glowed with suppressed blood lust.
“Look what we have here! A Gold Saint, a Silver Saint and two Bronze Saints! It must be our lucky day,” one of them said. The others smirked and laughed.
“Are you back for more?” Asmita questioned them in a clear voice. Their laughter faded away, replaced by an ominous aura. Their Cosmos flared in response to Asmita’s question. Tenma, Yato and Yuzuriha tensed and readied themselves for battle.
“Hey! Idiots! While you’re outside talking the old man is moving all the Cloths! Don’t forget why we are here!” a voice shouted form somewhere above. Tenma looked up and spotted another Specter sitting on a cliff. This one had silver hair and a pair of mischievous yellow eyes. He looked very much like a cat who was waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting bird or mouse. The other Specters obvious took his words to heart because they charged forward with a roar.
“I won’t let you pass!” Tenma yelled and jumped forward, fist pulled back and ready to release his Cosmos. Yato and Yuzuriha joined him, quickly engaging one or two Specters. Asmita stood back, content to simply wait until someone foolish enough thought they could bypass him.
Tenma felt his power flow through his body, his Cosmos making his heated blood run faster through his veins. Despite the obvious dangers surrounding the entire battle he couldn’t help the thrill that ran down his spine. Something inside him relished in the fight, in the chance to prove his strength to someone who wasn’t even there.
Why am I thinking of Hades now?! And why do I want to prove my worth to him? he thought and dodged a powerful kick aimed at his midsection. He spun around and delivered a powerful punch to his opponent, breaking his jaw and knocking him down. He quickly jumped forward, ready to take one another Specter. His Cosmos flared and he released his attack, forcing three Specters back who had moved in on Asmita.
He chanced a look over his shoulder and missed a Specter who had charged in from the right. He brought up his arm in a defensive position, despite knowing he couldn’t stop the attack. Before the Specter could land a punch, something red flashed by and wrapped itself around the Specter’s body. The Specter let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned to a painful one when Yuzuriha pulled him towards her and then slammed her knee into his head, cracking his skull open.
“Thanks!” Tenma called to her. She sent him a quick smile and then joined the fight once more. During the struggle, Tenma noticed that the cat-like Specter did not join. He simple stayed on his cliff, watching the battle with a dismayed look on his face. When he caught Tenma looking at him he stuck out his tongue. Tenma felt his eyebrow twitch.
Bastard!
As the battle continued, Tenma and the others slowly, but surely began to tire. They pulled back, each of them gasping for breath and sweat trickling down their necks. Tenma looked at Asmita who had yet to join in.
Why isn’t he doing anything?
He turned his attention back to the enemy, who kept rising no matter how many times they knocked them down. He was starting to realise how fruitless it was to continue the fight; the Specters simply got up again while they were burning off their energy without accomplishing anything. He could hear Yato and Yuzuriha sharp intakes of breath.
If only we could knock them all down with one blow! he thought angrily. He was just about to launch another attack when Asmita’s voice stopped him.
“That is enough,” the powerful voice of the Gold Saint rung out. The Specters froze and sent him a slightly vary look. Despite being unable to die, they could still feel pain and Asmita’s last attack had been painful.
“Why are you here, knowing that the Cloths would be protected by a Gold Saint?” Asmita addressed the question to the Specter sitting on the cliff. The Specter blinked, yellow eyes seemingly glowing. A slow smile spread across his face as he got to his feet.
“That is for me to know and you to guess,” he answered in an arrogant voice. “Although I must admit your subordinates fight quite bravely, knowing they cannot win.”
The Specters before them readied themselves for battle again, and with a cry they charged forward. Tenma, Yato and Yuzuriha crouched down, ready to meet them when Asmita’s voice called out.
“Demon Pacifier!” A powerful burst of energy and light shot forward and slammed into the attacking Specters, knocking them out and nearly ripping their bodies apart. Tenma stared at the scene before him, glad that Asmita was on their side after all.
“It is time to go. The Elder have transported all the Cloths to Sanctuary,” Asmita said and turned around.
“Hey! Are you just going to give up?!” the small cat-like Specter yelled. Asmita did not respond, simply continued on towards the small house where the Elder and the young boy were waiting. Yuzuriha was quick to follow and Tenma was just about to when a powerful and familiar Cosmos suddenly filled the air. Before any of them had time to react, a black shape slammed into the ground amidst them, knocking them away.
Tenma rolled to his feet and coughed, trying to spit out the dust in his mouth and throat. He prepared to face this ‘new’ enemy when the settled dust revealed a sight that froze the blood in his veins.
Before them stood Heavenly Star Fyodor Mandrake. And in his arms stood Yato, who was struggling furiously to escape. Mandrake had a hand clamped around Yato’s throat while the other had twisted his arm around, pressing it against his back.
“Yato!” Tenma yelled and stepped forward. “Let him go!”
Mandrake let out a dark laugh and tightened his hold on Yato, making the young Saint gasp in pain.
“Hello, Pegasus. We meet again,” he said. He then turned his attention to Asmita, who was guarding the entrance to the house, clearly worried that the powerful Specter would try to attack the Elder; not that Elder Hakurei needed his protection.
“Why are you here?!” Tenma demanded to know. Mandrake’s eyes turned to him and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
“I am here with a message for you, Pegasus. Lord Hades is waiting for you in the Forest of Death, hoping that you will join him soon. And to ensure your quick arrival, your little friend here will be waiting for you.” He roughly jerked the hand holding Yato around the throat, almost cutting off his air.
“Mandrake! Why are interfering? We received no orders that you would join us!” the small Specter yelled out. Mandrake turned his head and sent him cold look.
“Cheshire, your job here is done. Return to Pandora immediately,” he answered. Cheshire hissed, but did not otherwise object. He signalled for the other Specters to fall back and quickly disappeared from view. As they faded from view, Mandrake jumped into the air, bringing Yato with him.
“Lord Hades is waiting for you, Pegasus!” With those words, he disappeared through a dark hole in the sky, taking a struggling Yato with him.
“Yato!”
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