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Scorpio	By : Kaoru Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Scorpio
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-Epilogue
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The coliseum would be a good choice. He could do some physical exercise and hope that the effects of the wine wore off quickly. He did not feel so light-headed as to consider himself inebriated any more; but he knew that if he kept in that direction, he would end up doing and saying something he would later regret. He needed to free himself from all the ill feeling he could sense inside him.

He was alone again. The truth was that everything seemed sweet and pathetic on Jabu�s part. Milo now asked himself when his apprentice�s supposed love had ended, and transformed into pity. The nearest column was the one that received the first blow from his hand.

He had to start forgetting. What were a few weeks in his life, after all? Another blow. What did it mean to have given his himself to someone he had believed in? One more blow. And yet another. Soon the succession of blows was so intense that the block of marble gave way, and the pillar fell at his feet.

�You smell of wine, sweat and tears. What�s happened to you, Master?� Clytus� voice sounded melodious and irritating to his ears. He didn�t want to listen to him. He did not want to be with anyone, much less in that instant.

�If you haven�t come for me to use as a punching bag, then please leave, as you are of no use to me.�

The fact that Milo should turn his back on him confirmed that his suspicions were ascertained. Things were not going well with Jabu. He had seen them behave strangely these last few days and that worried him. He had witnessed every minute between them, and now it seemed that it had all been in vain.

�You know you said the same thing to me a couple of years ago, when you exploded, not here, but in the rose garden in Pisces, remember? It was the day you spoke to me about Camus.�

�Clytus, not now!�

�You said that too, every time I told you that relationship was no good for you.�

�What do you want from me?�

Scorpio looked at him with anger, with rage. Clytus- once again Clytus acting as his conscience, the same one that tormented him every day and night, telling him how good, and how bad his life had been. Reminding him of his humanity. �I want nothing from you, beautiful Milo.� The man answered as he tore long strips from his shirt, folding them over to make dressings so as to bandage the other�s lacerated hands. �Let me cure you. That is all.�

�Don�t bother. That isn�t necessary.�

�You must love him more than I can imagine to be in this state.� On seeing the surprise in Milo�s face, and how his eyebrow arched, Clytus smiled sweetly. �I have always known that you punish yourself when you think that something is your fault; you�ve done it since you were a child, and I can�t understand why you still do it at your age.�

Milo saw him turn his hands over again, and again, wrapping the cloth around his. He looked at him in silence. There were no tears to cry, nor explanations to give. His bruised hands were now protected under the bandages and the hands of his squire. The youth stayed that way for a while.

�Do you want me to prepare everything for us to leave?�

�I will go myself.�

�Not on your life.�

�You have no right, Clytus.�

The young man looked at him and kissed him on the cheek before sitting at his side. While they were in the Sanctuary, he was more complacent in his duties, but he never forgot about them. And milo was more than just a duty to him.

�Yes, I have. I am the only family you have, and you will have to burden yourself with me wherever you go, foolish Scorpion.� He nudged the other man gently on the shoulder. Milo smiled weakly, then looked at him, a serious look on his face. He wanted to find the words to say to him, but he didn�t know how to respond.

�Yes, I am a fool. I believed every word he said, his promise. I thought that everything would be different, and now you see, Clytus, I�m back where I started.�

�You are not alone.�

�Yes, but you and I are not in love, are we?�

The squire laughed at the comment and Milo joined him without hesitation. �You should never cry, Milo, nor feel sad. You should not be a Scorpion.�

After that comment, the laughter died. Both of them knew what it meant. The Great Scorpion had been feared by the Gods, before carrying out the Sentence of Artemis, who had petitioned Zeus to reduce his power, and He had listened, granting him emotions. His curse and his blessing; that is what they were.

�Clytus... Don�t say that. I cannot help what I am��

�Your nature, I know. Just like in the fable about the frog.� The squire sighed deeply and he bowed his head without daring to say anymore on the subject, but that was a virtue he did not have. �You kill with your words, with your actions; you have freed sanctuary from its enemies, however; before them your world trembles, panic overcomes you, and you don�t know what to do... and this is what comes to pass when it happens to you... you go to a place where no one can see you and your hurt yourself.�

Milo saw how the other pointed to his hands, and he saw that the tears fought to flow from Clytus� eyes. He would not permit himself that. He did not want to burden the other with his guilt.

�I will leave tomorrow, my good friend. I don�t want you to come with me. I want to be alone. I need it.�

His squire gave him with a defeated look, he knew perfectly well what that implied.

Camus sat in the huge principal armchair. He wondered where Milo could be, but he knew that it was pointless asking the apprentice, he would not tell him anything. He still remembered the audacity in Milo�s cottage on the island, and that was something that still stung him. In some way, he blamed Milo for not wanting to talk to him.

Jabu had gone to the kitchen to look for something to clean up the mess with. He felt strange, knowing that Camus was there in the Temple. That clearly demonstrated that Milo had not gone to look for him. And that, perhaps, he had been wrong all along. Had Milo not shown him what had happened that first night in Sanctuary?

However, he had not believed him, and now some kind of guilt have invaded him. When he had finally finished, he returned the utensils to the kitchen and he returned to the living room.

Camus was still there, as impassive as ever. Everything about him was, his position, his gazed fixed on some non-existent point on the wall. Even his hair appeared not of have moved at all since he had arrived.

He finally sat down on one of the chairs to one side. He looked at him closely, without saying a word. Without even thinking about the discomfort that this gesture could cause to the other.

�Your master, do you think he will take long?� Aquarius asked finally.

�Milo...� The young Scorpion responded without taking his eyes off the other, �he said he would not be back all night��

�You call him Milo? The last time you spoke of him you called him �Master�.� Camus turned to look at him, breaking thus his perfect posture. �Why didn�t you tell me that he wouldn�t be coming back?�

�What I call him is not your concern, or is it?� Jabu responded, annoyed at the comment. Of course he had not called him that until only� recently, in fact. It was different every time that name escaped his lips, he did not even remember how it had sounded the first time. He sat back in the armchair, turning his head in annoyance. He rested his head on his hand; then looked at Camus again.

�Why did you come to this Temple, Master Camus?� He felt that his emotions wanted to leap out of his chest and bore a hole in him, leaving him in disgrace before the other man.

Camus knew there was something strange in all this. The way the former Unicorn Saint looked at him. The flames that seemed to those eyes, as deep as the very Temple where they found themselves. He noticed how Jabu�s cosmos became aroused, little by little, taking on a reddish colour as it glowed around him�although he was sure that the other didn�t even notice.

�I haven�t spoken to your Master since the two of you came back from the Island of Milos; I only wanted a word with him.� He responded without interest as he stood to make his way out of the Temple. He did not want to think about what was making the Scorpio Apprentice act that way; and worst of all, he feared the answer.

A long time had passed since he had left his Temple, he had come across Clytus and now he was returning to his Temple. He would remain outside, contemplating the stars. This was a time of year, which, while not his favourite, permitted the careful eye a clear view of the heavens. In fact, when he had been a child he had climbed with Aphrodite up onto the roof of the other�s Temple- and which of course, the most privileged position in all Sanctuary- to see the stars and the constellations they formed, and bet on who could remember more of their names. He did not want to run into Jabu, there would be no escape from him.

Little by little, his Apprentice, his lover; had become an addiction which he needed so badly that his soul became exhausted. Nothing could compare to melting into the other�s arms after having spent long, exhausting hours together, and to be able to sleep.

He had fallen in love again. If he had ever had any doubts about that, they had vanished.

When he climbed the final step to the Temple, he found Camus standing in the centre of the entrance chamber. He had to admit that the long dark blue tunic that covered him suited him perfectly. From just under his armpits, the garment crossed his chest, as if it cut his body in two, leaving his bare neck and shoulders exposed; In spite of the fact that he wore a second tunic of a lighter shade of blue- which crossed his chest and was wrapped around his waist, and with one end falling over his waist and hips on the right side.

Milo smiled, remembering how many times he had removed tunics like that from that body. Long ones, short ones; light tones or dark tones; one by one they had fallen away at his hands. Ad that seemed amusing to him, now that he thought about it he did not mind. Even though the vision before his eyes was beautiful to him.

When Camus heard the footsteps coming towards him, he turned around; contemplating Milo for a few moments. The once decadent elegance of Scorpio seemed to have accentuated; giving him a strange air that Camus had never seen in him before. Although- after observing him for a few minutes, he could tell that the smile, almost lost in the hint of sadness, was something he already knew.

Something hummed inside him, believing that spark was still his. That somehow everything could be the way it was. �I thought you wouldn�t come until the morning.� He said, walking forward to meet him.

�What are you doing here?� The man stopped a few metres away, without approaching Camus. At last they had found themselves face to face. That moment was something that had been on their minds for months. He feared every reaction that the other might have; from shouts to disrespect. But there seemed to be tranquility in Camus. His voice as soft as it ever had been, was something the other had not counted on.

�I wanted to see you, to talk with you, if it were to be possible��

�And what would we talk about? Are you going to say to my face what others have said before? I already know you do not love me, that you can�t bear seeing me. That all I am to you is a meaningless memory from out of the past.� Milo stepped back a little, walking to the entrance of the Temple, from where he could discern the rest of Sanctuary. �Please, save me the moment, would you?�

Camus stood still, watching the other move away, listening to his every word, but, was that not what he had wanted? That he would find out, not necessarily from his own mouth, that he did not even want to see him?

�But, Milo, look at me... I am here, forget all that��

Aquarius approached Milo, and reaching out, took his face in his hands, to kiss him tenderly. His lips moved passionately over the other�s, who remained impassible.

Scorpio stood back in order to face him. For a second Camus thought he would fall victim to the Scarlet Needle, which shone in the other�s hand, even as he held his fist ready.

�You�re here!? And what good is that to me? Come on, tell me!� The man shook his fists, then he slapped his hands violently onto his own hips. �You�re here, but tomorrow you won�t be...� He started to speak as if the other weren�t there at all, �you�ll make love to me tonight, but later you�ll leave here running; crying because you will have betrayed yourself...� Suddenly, however he started laughing hysterically, and just as suddenly, he was quiet again �it is late, Camus. Thank you for your offer, thank you for coming to my house this night; but the fact that you are here, and that you suddenly want something from me, is something that, quite frankly, does not interest me in the slightest.�

Those words fell on Camus like a death sentence. However he didn�t lose his composure. His mind began to analyse every word, keeping his heart from overflowing. Reality soon hit him hard. That was something he had not been expecting. It was something that could not have imagined even in his worst nightmares.

�It�s him, your apprentice, isn�t it?�

Milo stood in the portico of the Temple. He wanted to think about how to explain to himself that he did not need to do this. He had always faced his decisions, taking the weight that these brought, and despite thinking that there were many things that he should not have done, he also knew that he did not regret a single thing.

�Yes, Camus, all that I desire in my life, can be found inside Scorpio.�

Jabu had decided to follow Camus. For some strange reason he wanted to confront him. To shout in his face that it was he himself with whom Milo spent his nights. That he was now lord and master of the caresses and the heart of the Scorpion; but it sounded as foolish to do so as it did absurd.

Confronting a Gold Saint over something so futile would be his end. Besides, Aquarius was there looking for Milo. In spite of which, his attitude was very different to when he had been on Milos, that he had lost his halo of authority, and he knew that he would not benefit from a confrontation.

Nevertheless, he decided to go outside. He needed fresh air, or he would end up asphyxiated in that place. He felt bad. There was no other way to say it. He had judged, sentenced and executed Milo, who had not been guilty. He had given in to his fears instead of seeking out the truth. And now he was not sure of how to find a solution.

That night, Milo�s attitude had been very strange. The way in which he had spoken to him, in which he had looked at him- he knew that something between them had been lost.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Temple, he saw them. Camus had approached Milo, and he had kissed him. It was as if his already maddened sanity. He wanted to break their very souls into pieces, Camus� for his daring, and Milo�s for allowing the other to act that way.

Milos words brought him back to his senses. He wanted to laugh, to shout with the relief he felt in that moment. Throw himself into the arms of Milo, who now advanced towards him; but he could not. Milo�s almost lifeless gaze froze him to the spot. Camus, on the other hand, had remained still, looking at him sideways. On seeing him there, the other turned to leave. For Jabu, that gesture almost meant that Camus accepted defeat before him. And suddenly, he felt that everything was alright.

Scorpio simply walked into the darkness, taking the way that would lead him to his chambers. He did not know how to interpret the look of triumph in Jabu�s eyes. It was there once more. That sparkle he had seen in them until the moment they had set foot in Sanctuary. He seemed to have recuperated it all at once. But it hurt him. He knew that everything that had happened that night had been necessary for the other to understand, and that point in their relationship was something he was not willing to assume.

He walked in silence until reaching his rooms. The effects of the wine had evaporated with each blow he had dealt to the column. Clytus had been right; he had been hurting himself since he had been seven years old, and now, although it was not like before, he had done it again. He rubbed his hands, increasing the power of his cosmos, little by little so as to cure them thoroughly. He noticed that the wine vessels were no longer on the table. Some broken fragments of pottery could be seen; and he smiled on seeing that. Why should he not have done it? Jabu was a Scorpion after all.

When he entered his chamber he looked for one of the bags that he always used when leaving the Sanctuary. He packed a few belongings, without paying attention to anything around him. He didn�t want to think about Camus, who was by now walking up the steps to his Temple, leaving a gelid path in his wake; nor in Jabu, who happily entered the chamber.

�Milo!... I...� When he saw Milo packing he smiled wickedly. All this meant that they would leave Sanctuary, and the shadow that was Camus would disappear forever, �don�t you worry, I�ll pack quickly, that way we won�t��

�You�re not coming with me, Jabu.� Just as quickly as the happiness was reborn in his being, it vanished once again with Milo�s words and stern face, who, having finished what he had been doing, turned round to look at him. �Athena already knows of my decision and she will ensure that you continue with your training.�

The young man did not understand what was happening. These past few weeks had been torture, and now- just when everything seemed to be going well, when at last, everything had become clear to him, Milo went away.

�You�ve got your own ghosts to fight against. I don�t want you with me because you have just seen me speaking to Camus. I wanted you freely from the very first moment. I already loved you when you came to me in the cottage that night. I cannot fight your battles.� In spite of everything, he stepped forward and kissed him. A kiss which seemed to taste of tears. �However much I love you, I cannot be with you in these circumstances. I release you from your promise, Scorpion; I leave you mine in its place.�

Jabu watched him step back, take his belongings and walk away, making his way outside. He ran quickly to the entrance and watched Milo�s silhouette disappear into the darkness before him. Leaving him standing, desolate and weeping in silence in front of the Temple.
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