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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 5
“Yato!”
Tenma stared at the spot where Mandrake and Yato had disappeared from, unable to comprehend that his friend had been taken with such ease right before their eyes. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms and drawing blood. Hades was going too far by involving his friends like this.
I’ll get him back!
He turned to Asmita who, despite his sealed eyes, appeared to be staring right into his eyes.
“I’m going to the Forest of Death,” he said and straightened his back.
“All Saints have been ordered back to Sanctuary,” Asmita said in that deep, even voice.
“I can’t leave Yato in the hands of Mandrake! You don’t know what he is capable of!” Tenma shouted. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It was not Asmita who had given the order, it was Sacha.
“It would be foolish to go, Pegasus. Hades and his Specters will undoubtedly be waiting for you. You would not be able go near the castle let alone get inside without being discovered,” Hakurei’s voice said from behind Asmita.
“I know, but I have to try,” Tenma said. He turned his head and looked into the distance, almost imagining that he could feel Hades watching him.
“Besides, if I return to Sanctuary, Hades will follow me there. This way I can keep him away until you find a way stop the Specters from being revived,” he continued. Hakurei’s eyes widened slightly. He was certain that was not the main reason Tenma wanted to leave, but he doubted the young Saint would tell him the real reason. There was a powerful force binding this generation’s Pegaus and Hades to each other, a force he had yet to understand. He also realised that if they forced Tenma back with them, the young man would simply try to escape, and the last thing they needed was him distracting them while preparing for the fight against Hades.
“Well, Asmita, it would seem that Pegasus left just after the Specters did. We could not stop him before he disappeared,” Hakurei said and turned back towards the small house where the transportation spell was still active. A small smile appeared on Asmita’s face as he nodded to Tenma before following the Elder.
“Tenma, I cannot follow you. My place is with my master,” Yuzuriha said, her voice thick with regret. It was clear that she was torn between following him and obeying Athena and her master. Tenma reached out and squeezed her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Yuzuriha! I’ll get Yato back. In the meantime, you have to protect Sacha until we get back, okay?” Yuzuriha smiled at him.
“I will,” she said. She sent him a last lingering look before quickly joining her master and Asmita. The group disappeared, taken to Sanctuary by the transportation spell and leaving Tenma alone. Tenma stood for long moments, eyes closed and senses reaching out. He ignored the remnants of dark energy left by the Specters and focused his senses on what lay beyond.
Something black and ominous suddenly slammed against his senses, making him gasp. It was coming from the direction of his home, the place where Alone had nearly killed him. Something had found its way there and was now spreading its evil everywhere. And in the midst of this blackness, something even more threatening dwelled. Tenma knew in an instant that it was the castle where Hades lived with his Specters.
And that is where I have to go, Tenma thought. Not willing to let his thoughts hold him back anymore, he took off. Several hours of running later and he finally arrived at the outskirts of his old town. The sight made him slow down and finally come to a full stop.
The last time he had been here, his home had been turned into a burning inferno. The sight had been seared into his brain and he had thought nothing would ever compare. But the sight of his home in broad daylight showed the true, devastating aftermath of Alone’s attack. The town had been turned into a ruin. Broken stones, shattered wood and destroyed personal items was all that was left. The place used to be full of people, loud laughter and bright colours.
He slowly approached what was left of a house that had somehow survived the battle and remained almost intact. He paused at the entrance and looked inside. The large room was empty. A small part of him had hoped that the other children had survived and come back after the Speceters had left. But the room was empty. As he looked around his eyes were drawn to the far wall. Shock, fury and pain shot through him when he realised what he was looking at: the wall was covered in blood.
Alone, what have you done? he thought, despair making his heart clench. No, not Alone. Hades! Alone would never have done such a thing!
The thought of Hades and the destruction he had brought upon them made him angrier than he could explain. It also made him that more determined to reach Hades’ castle and defeat the god as soon as possible, and he would not let any Specter get in the way. He cast a last look around before turning away. He made his way through the ruined town as quickly as possible while keeping an eye out for hidden enemies. Once he reached the outskirts of town he would find his home.
But behind the wall that separated the inner city from the rest of the town was a forest. Tenma came to a stop, staring at the woods. The trees gave off a terrible and dark energy, seeming to suck out the energy of their surroundings. Tenma could feel something lurking inside the forest, waiting. He didn’t recognise the energy, but it was definitely hostile.
The only way through is forward, he thought, took a deep breath and headed straight into the forest. As soon as he set foot inside the dark energy of the forest immediately wrapped around him, pressing into him. He pushed it away with his Cosmos.
As he made his way further into the forest, he became more aware of the fact that something was terribly wrong. There was a rotten smell in the air and an almost unnatural silence penetrated his very core. A sudden feeling made him look up and he couldn’t hold back a gasp.
Perched on the branches above him sat a number of birds. He swallowed when they turned as one and stared down at him with red eyes. As he looked at them, he realised that their heads were covered not in feathers, but in bones.
W-what are they?
The birds suddenly took off with loud shrieks piercing the silence of the forest. They descended upon him, flapping their wings and snapping their beaks at him. One of them suddenly swooped in close and tore Sascha’s bracelet off his wrist. It smacked him with one of its wings before taking off into the trees.
“Hey! Get back!” Tenma yelled and immediately followed. The strange bird brought him deeper into the forest where the trees seemed to grow thicker and taller. It seemed to lead him down a specific path, but Tenma continued to follow. That bracelet was not only a protective spell; it was a precious gift from Sascha. He did leave a mark on the trees as he chased the animal, not wanting to get lost. He put in a final burst of speed and finally caught the bird.
“Give that back!” He managed to wrestle the bracelet free without destroying it and quickly tied it around his wrist again. The bird took off with a loud screech.
“Alright, I need to get back to the path.”
But that turned out to be more difficult than he had anticipated. The marks he had left on the trees had disappeared, as if they had never been there. He ran to another tree, only to find that mark gone as well.
“What is going on?!”
“Tenma?” The voice came from behind him and he quickly turned around, ready to fight the enemy. But it was not a Specter but three very familiar figures. He stared at them in disbelief.
“It’s Tenma!” The tree other children from the orphanage let out shouts of joy and ran towards him, faces brightened by their smiles.
“Everyone… you’re alive…” he whispered in shock. He had thought no one had escaped Hades’ destruction. Tears welled up in his eyes as one of the girls threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tightly.
“I’m so glad to see you,” he said as the other two came to a stop before him. He placed a gentle hand on the small boy’s head, listening to their stories of how the town had been destroyed.
I’m so glad. I truly thought Hades’ army had killed you all. But you’re here, alive…
He pressed the little girl closer to him, tears of happiness running down his cheeks. That happiness, however, was not to last. He felt something change just before the girl sank her teeth into his neck, ripping at his flesh and spilling his blood in a shower of bloody rain. Tenma stared at her in utter horror as her body changed, the skin turning grey like that of a decaying body.
“Your blood is so warm,” she said, in a voice that was not hers and rubbed the blood more firmly into her skin. “Unlike ours. You’re alive, aren’t you, Tenma?”
They slowly approached him, hungry eyes staring at him.
“We’re glad. But we are also jealous!” With those words they lunged at him, hands reaching for him and teeth snapping like starving animals. Tenma did not attack them, but dodged around them until he found himself pressed against a building. It was then that he noticed a voice singing and music playing.
Someone is singing… and playing the organ…
He did not understand why anyone would be inside this forest playing music and singing. He quickly turned his attention back to the three children approaching. The sight of them made him cringe, reminding him that he had been unable to save them. But he did still not understand how they were here if they were dead. Perhaps the person playing the organ could give him some answers. Without hesitating any further, he brought his arms up, covering his face and then jumped through a window. Glass shattered and was thrown all over the floor.
He quickly looked up, ready to defend himself against potential enemies. Instead, he was presented with a huge organ pushed up against the far wall with a figure sitting perfectly still in front of the massive instrument, still playing and singing that strange hymn. But it was the paintings on either side of the organ that had him pausing in a crouched position. A picture of Alone with long blond hair and wings had been painted on the walls. It looked like his friend from before Hades had invaded his body and mind. His attention snapped back to the figure who stopped playing and slowly stood.
“Did you enjoy your little reunion?” a strange voice asked him and slowly turned around. A pale face framed by long blonde locks beneath a hood smirked at him, purple eyes narrowed with amusement. Tenma slowly rose to his feet and glared at the figure.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded to know. Before the figure could answer, the children stumbled through the door, panting and calling for him. One of the girls looked up, her eyes wet with tears. Whatever spell had turned them into monsters seemed to have been broken and they now looked human again.
“Tenma, we’re sorry!” she whimpered, her voice laced with fear and pain. The other two called out to him, their bodies trembling with the effort.
“Oh, my, I can’t stop the organ, can I?” the figure behind Tenma asked and turned back to the organ. He sat down and began playing once more. The effect was instantaneously. The children threw their heads back, loud screams erupting from their mouths.
Tenma stared in horror as they suddenly attacked him again, one of them slicing her hand across his side and making a deep cut. The sudden pain did not stop him from realising that the figure playing the organ was somehow controlling the boy and girls.
“Bastard! Release them!” Tenma yelled, furious that they were being controlled in this way. It was bad enough that they had been killed, but to be continuously used in this way even after death was even worse.
“No. I brought them all the way from the Underworld. I need to get some use out of them,” the figure said and continued to play the organ. He turned his head and sent a mocking smirk his way. “Come now, they would just be rotting anyway.”
Tenma felt his body go still at the words. His eyes widened as his fury coursed through his body like fire, heating his blood to boiling point. His surroundings narrowed down until his entire focus was centred on the man tormenting his friends.
“I’m going to kick your arse!” he spat and released his Cloth from its confinement. It wrapped around him like a second skin, resonating with his Cosmos in harmonious waves.
He would not allow this monster to continue to control the children one more second!
*
Manigoldo stood atop a building, staring down at the forest that stretched out in front of him. His irritation grew as he realised he had to go inside it and search for Pegasus. It reeked of death and the moment he had laid his eyes on it he had known it was not made by a human.
“Well, that suits me just fine,” he said. He jumped down to a building below and walked down the roof towards the forest, mumbling to himself.
“That old guy never leaves a moment’s rest,” he grumbled. “Capture the Pegasus Saint, protect the Pegasus Saint, do this, do that…” With a powerful leap he launched himself into the air, heading straight for the forest and towards Pegasus. He could sense Pegasus easily, his flaring Cosmos like a beacon attracting all sorts of creatures. Had no one taught the kid to control his Cosmos? Oh well, it made it easier to track him down and whatever foul creature had been unfortunate enough to engage him in battle, seeing as he was on his way to deal with it as quickly as possible.
After several minutes of quick, unhindered travel, he finally arrived just in time to find Pegasus surrounded by living corpses. He sighed and scratched his head.
Why do I have to babysit this fool? he questioned. When the creatures lunged all at once he decided he better protect the fool, otherwise his master would scold him and he would never hear the end of it from Dohko if his precious little brother was hurt. He watched in satisfaction as his attack destroyed the creatures, his pleasure growing at the confused look on Pegasus’ face and the slight sign of irritation on the strange man’s face.
“Too bad, pretty boy! All your dolls have been sent back to the Underworld,” he called in a mocking voice. He grinned in satisfaction when he spotted Pegasus looking at him.
Tenma had been surprised by the arrival of the Gold Saint. He could tell by the man’s arrogant attitude that he was not someone he was likely to get along with. But why was he here?
“Hey! Who are you?” he yelled. The Gold Saint smirked down at him, his eyes glowing with amusement.
“Show some respect, Pegasus. I’m here to bring you back to Sanctuary,” Manigoldo answered. He could tell by the sudden tense body that Pegasus had no intentions of coming back, at least not willingly.
“Now, stay back! I don’t want a weakling like you getting in my way!”
With a powerful leap he soared over the strange man’s head and landed like a cat next to Pegasus. He sent the young Saint a cheeky grin that had Tenma grinding his teeth together. This guy definitely got on his nerves and he had only been here a few minutes!
“Who are you?” the man in the long dress asked. Manigoldo turned his attention back to him and let his eyes roam him form. He was not impressed by what he saw.
“Sorry, but I don’t really want to give my name to a man dressed like you,” he said and sniffed, as if something smelled bad. When the man simply looked at him he let out a loud sigh. “Oh, well…” he paused in a dramatically manner, letting both the Pegasus Saint and the strange man wait in suspense before he finally revealed his name.
“I am Cancer Manigoldo.” He turned his head slightly and smirked at Pegasus. “I’m babysitting this kid.”
“What?! Don’t decide on your own!” Tenma yelled angrily. How dare this guy butt in and make decisions on his own like that! He did not need someone to babysit him, and definitely not someone like Manigoldo!
The smirk on Manigoldo’s face disappeared and was replaced with an irritated frown. How dare that kid speak to like that.
“Shut up!” he yelled back. “You are covered in blood, bite marks and the gods only know what else!” He rested his hands on his hips, completely ignoring his enemy. “Besides, it wasn’t my decision! It came from above. I would not waste my time running after you, weakling, if I had any choice.”
If looks could do any sort of damage, Manigoldo’s nose would probably be broken by now. Tenma glared. It became harder to resist the urge to actually punch the arrogant bastard. When Manigoldo looked away with a snort, dismissing him, he had to clench his hands to fight off the murderous thoughts urging him to jump the Gold Saint. Common sense told him that would not go well, but right now his emotions were blocking out such reasoning.
“I see, so you’re Pegasus’ escort,” the man said.
“Yeah.” Manigoldo had pulled Tenma into a headlock, ignoring the young man’s attempts at pulling free and pretending not to hear the curses spilling from his lips. He couldn’t hold back a grin though; some of those curses were actually good and he wondered if Pegasus knew their meaning or if he was just pretending.
“But, you know, you smell a bit like our side,” the man continued. A dark smile crossed Manigoldo’s face before it was hidden behind a mocking one.
“Are you hitting on me? Sorry, but I’m only interested in pretty things,” he said. The man chuckled, not offended in the least.
“But didn’t you just say that you would fight me?” he asked. Manigoldo felt excitement bubbled to the surface.
“That I did! Should we get the show going?”
Tenma finally managed to pull free. He grabbed Manigoldo by the shoulder, holding the taller man back. “Hey, Manigoldo! Don’t just inter–“ He didn’t got to finish because Manigoldo pulled free and then pushed him away with a hand in the face. With an eager expression Manigoldo charged forward, the prospect of battle making his blood hot.
As Tenma watched Manigoldo jump the other man he became aware of a faint presence lingering somewhere in the forest. Someone was watching them…
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