Bloody Destiny

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FIC : Bloody Destiny.
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Kanon x Saga & Saga x Kanon.
Also, perhaps, the thing in the cave x Saga.
Rating : PG (Unless angst makes it PG13)
Warnings : AU like Whoa. And a horrid Crossover with Gankutsuou.
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. Soon or later, the angst will kill me.
Thanks: To Dani, for being a wonderful beta! :D
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For the 30² Saint Seiya Themes at the Saint Seiya Yaoi community on Livejournal.
Themes :
# 2. Mask.
# 4. The sound of waves.
# 12. Strenght / Weakness.

Also for 20_AUs
Themes :
# 9. If I cried out, who would hear?
# 15. Two feet beneath water.

Also for 30_Kisses.
Themes :
# 3. Jolt.
# 22. Cradle.
# 29. The sound of waves.

Also for 30_Angsts.
Themes :
# 4. Wings stained with blood.
# 31. Bloody destiny.

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[# Bloody Destiny #]

Two feet beneath water, the young man –- still nearly a boy -- stared at the horizon.
No, not quite at the horizon.
To be more exact, he looked at the cliff to the left of the cave he was locked in. A proud figure stood there, dressed in a stunning gold Cloth, and draped with a silky cloak that hung from the back of it.
In the midday sun, the armor shined even more brightly. He couldn’t help but admire it, the Cloth that once was his. His forehead pressed against the bars of his prison, the blue haired boy sighed. He could barely stand, but he insisted on staying that way for as long as his brother would remain there. To show him that he was still alive. That he still didn’t give up.
The man in the Gemini Cloth turned around and left. The one in the cave slid along the bars, and fell to his knees with a choked whimper.
If he cried out, who would hear? It didn’t matter anymore.
He panted from the effort of having stood for so long. The previous tide had almost killed him, and he didn’t have enough time to rest and nurse his wounds, nor anything to eat in so long. Too long.
But that wasn’t anything new. He didn’t even know anymore for how long he had been locked in that cage.
Just that it was ever since the betrayal.
Ever since that day his brother came to him with ideas of grandeur and plans to achieve it.
Ever since he refused to join him in his plans, pushed his twin away and begged him to never mention such thoughts again.
But his twin seduced his armor, took his place, and left him there to die.

Each day, the tide would come twice. He lost count of time after the first three or four days. All he knew was that he had been there for an eternity, tossed about and thrown against the rocks by the relentless waves as soon as the water level raised. Every day, he hoped that the next tide would drown him and the pain would stop. It wasn’t the physical pain as much as the mental anguish, the betrayal, the loss.
Bruises and gashes covered every inch of his body, and his tattered clothes were now but rags torn by the rocks. His hair clung pitifully to his skin, heavy with salt and filth. The tears burned his eyes and his face, already abused by the salty water.

Every day, his brother, his twin, the flesh of his flesh, would come and stand on the edge of the cliff for a few minutes. And every day, he would stand up and stare right back at him. This way, his twin would know that he still lived. And that he wasn’t defeated.
A great joke, that was. Deep inside, he hoped his twin would change his mind, come down and free him. If only he would come down there, he might even beg.
But everyday, the man in the armor left without even looking back, and the one in the cave begged, yes, but for death to come.

There was only one thing that kept him alive. Every time that he lost all hope and the water filling the cave went over his head, something, a warm energy, filled every pore of his skin and took his feeble conscience away. For a few moments, he felt safe and warm, protected by those mysterious lips that covered his and brought him air to breathe exactly one second before his lungs filled with water and asphyxiated.
The kiss filled his mouth and took over all of his body, but it was a pleasant invasion. Ripples of pleasure traveled through his veins and crawled all over his skin, telling him of a millions things he could do if he got out of the cave. Tales of revenge and murder. Tales of power. For every secret wish his heart did not dare to admit he had, the voice soothed him and ushered him towards the light. And he woke up with the water level lower, safe. Battered, wounded and hurting, but alive and safe.

But despite the temptation of that soothing energy that invaded him with every tide, he did not dare to allow his mind to think of the possibilities. He did not dare to hate his other half.

And one morning, when the man in the armor came, the prisoner did not have enough energy to get up again. The previous night’s tide was too brutal, and not even the warm energy and its voice whispering words of comfort to him could protect him this time.
Face against the rock, he stayed as still as if he was part of it. The only moving thing was his hair, part of it dry and wavering on the breeze, part of it flowing along with the little waves that licked his bruised skin and the bars of the cave. His eyes empty and dead, the former saint stared into nothingness and waited for death.
The never-ending sound of the waves that used to drive him insane didn’t even register in his mind anymore.
And for the first time since he was locked in there, his twin walked down the rocky steps and came all the way down to the gate. Crouching down by the prone form on the other side of the bars, he proceeded then to tell him how he murdered them all. How he fooled each of them, one by one. The old man didn’t even suspect that he wasn’t who he seemed to be, until the moment his fist went through his chest. The Sagittarius saint… Now that was one of the easiest kills. Could he believe that the fool even accepted his embrace and tried to kiss him, before the new Gemini saint took him by surprise and spilled his blood all over the wings of his own armor?
All the ones who might have been able to find out or cause any trouble were gone. Even the youngest ones, like the future little Aries saint. The best friend of the old man tried to hide the child from him, forgetting how old he was, and how impossible it would be for him to face the power of the young Gemini saint. Two birds with one stone.
And her… oh, of course her. He kept it for the end, and told his twin in colorful details how he snuck into the baby room and took her life, leaving just a tattered cradle soaked in blood. There was nothing left between him and the utmost power, nobody who could stop him. He laughed and laughed, the sound of his voice filling the cave and echoing across the waves, and he mocked his brother for his weakness before leaving.

And for the first time in his life, Saga felt a murderous rage.
He stood up with difficulty, gripped the bars and cried out, his voice louder than ever in his life, all the horror, despair and hatred that filled him piercing through it.

If he cried out, who would hear?
It didn’t matter anymore, for all he could think of was plunging his hands into the warm blood of his twin and spilling it all over the stone grounds of Sanctuary. He wanted to watch his brother’s face twist in agony, as he’d break his body.
His twin, his other half, the one he had loved more than anything or anyone else.
More than anyone else but her.

The warm energy hidden in the cave felt a jolt of joy at the sight, and understood that this time, it didn’t need to wait for the tide. It didn’t have to wait for him to be weak.
And when it came for him, he accepted its embrace fully. He finally stopped holding back, and took the whole thing into him, the blinding light so powerful that he lost his senses.
When he woke up, there were no more bars, no more tide. He was free.

He got up, surprised to find out that the pain and the wounds didn’t matter anymore. Something so powerful that it could only be of divine origin, had soothed his abused body and given him renewed power, unbridled and unmatched power that he could feel surging through every single muscle in his body.
Tearing the last rags of his clothing off his body, he called for the Gemini armor. And like in the past, it obeyed his order, flying to his side and covering his body.

On top of the highest hill of Sanctuary, deep into the most protected temple, Kanon of Gemini left the throne of gold he was sitting on and walked with calm steps to the large glass window that covered most of the wall. He could see the sea, far away, dark and menacing under a storm-ridden sky clouded and filled with promises of pain and death.
He took off the helmet and the mask that had belonged to the old man, and smiled.

He had wished for them to share this place. For them to be one, like they had always been before.
He knew what would happen to his brother, if he had let destiny follow its path, and he couldn’t allow it.
But if Saga refused to have them both share that power, then he, Kanon, would ensure that at least Saga would have it. He was content with that. Ideally, he would have preferred to be able to stay with his brother, but you don’t always get all that you wish for. If such thing was impossible, then he would at least make sure that Saga would have the power without having to bear the guilt.

His masterpiece was almost complete. All that was left to do was to assume a face of scorn and arrogance, which he did, as soon as the doors slammed open against the stone walls and his brother entered the room, his rage filling the whole place like a searing light, as powerful as the lightning and thunder that were now tearing the sky open.

Kanon wanted to smile and congratulate him for having survived, but he couldn’t. He had to play his part of the game to the end, least his brother would suspect he had planned it all from the start. And he had to carry all the guilt himself, least it would destroy his twin.

The next day, Saga would be Kyoukou and reign over the world of men and saints, and he, Kanon, would watch over him.

From this world or another, it didn’t matter.


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Sagakure, January 15th, 2006

Notes : Sooo... was the energy in the cave Athena or Poseidon?! Up to you to imagine. XD *lol*

Or, you can read this as being a disturbing AU crossover with Gankutsuou. ;D At least, that's what I had in mind with the whole cave energy thing, it's supposed to be Gankutsuou. (Saga is supposed to be there as the count, Kanon as a way nicer version of Mondego --who could never be badass like Kanon -- and the Gemini armor...is the girl that gets seduced. I forgot her name. XD *lol* By the end, however, things switch back to StS only. :D)
Of course, you don't have too, and can read it as just a normal AU StS fic. XD