Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three Pagans ❯ Friends ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three - Friends

 

“They world is a cruel and childish place,” Sighed Titus Lucius Cilo.

“Very. I'm not sure what little Marcus has done with our Lord, but he shall pay big time!” Sextus Horatius Lupus growled as knocked a bust of the new Emperor on the ground, shattering it into many pieces.

“Heh, he's probably going to hang you for doing that,” Titus laughed.

“I do not care! Any man who harms my Lord, regardless of relation, does not deserve to be obeyed!” Sextus went to the window and cursed the new Emperor Taurus a bit.

“I agree,” Titus got up and walked over to his statue of Gaius, “We should start a following,”

“What kind of following?” Sextus looked back at him.

“A sort of cult maybe. It would be to honor our Lord and all he has done for Rome. People dedicated to his life with hope that he is still living out there…somewhere…” Titus placed his hand on the left shoulder of the statue. His short, light brown hair rested gently on his head. His sapphire colored eyes gazed upon the statue in, what almost seemed like affection.

“Are you going to go gah-gah over that statue of him all day or are we going to get down to business?” Sextus laughed.

“Oh, yes! Just had to collect my thoughts a bit,” Titus jumped, the smiled and went to his closet.

“Riiight!” Sextus shook his head.

“Just let me change into some more acceptable robes and I'll be out with you,”

“Alrighty then!” Sextus walked out of the room and made his way to the street.

 

It was early afternoon and there were people everywhere! The market was bustling with business. Titus emerged from his house and stood beside Sextus.

“Tell me again why I chose to live so close to the market!” He groaned.

“You said the people would be great inspiration for your poems!” Sextus smiled.

“Oh right, how could I forget,” Titus rolled his eyes and the two of them walked down the street together, waiting for a sign.

 

 

 

That evening Gaius, Katrin, and Enid stopped at a river to get some food.

“Fish sounds good to me!” Gaius smiled and sat his backpack down.

“We haven't had fish in forever, have we Katrin?” Enid squeaked as sat down on a nearby log.

“No we have not. I lost my spear,” Katrin stood on the bank of the river.

“Oh. Ya don't need a spear to catch a fish silly! All ya need is your bare hands!” Gaius chuckled and took his sandals off. He then waded out in the river and just stood there—his legs planted firmly, his hands ready to grab. The girls just watched him for what seemed like forever.

“Aha! Gotcha!” Gaius suddenly dove his arms into the water and snatched a rather large fish out. He instantly threw it at Enid, thinking she knew to catch it. Instead, it whammed her right in the head and she fell off of the log.

“I must say, I rather enjoy this method of fishing! It's far more entertaining!” Katrin laughed slightly as she picked up the fish and drove a stick through it. Enid got up, brushed the dirt off of herself, and made a little fire to cook the fish.

 

“So, were does a spoiled little Roman pig like you learn to catch a fish like that?” Katrin took a bite out of her chunk of the fish.

“Actually, a good friend of mine taught me,” Gaius wiped his mouth off as he spoke.

“You? A friend? This is rich,” She shook her head.

“Yes, I have a friend—multiple friends actually. Most of them Roman. But not this one. This one was Syrian,”

“Syrian you say?”

“Well, half Syrian, half Greek,”

“No Roman?”

“Well, who knows. All I know is that his father was Greek and his mother was Syrian,”

“Interesting,” Katrin was a bit puzzled that Gaius would ever befriend anyone who was not Roman. She seemed to be convinced he was racist, no-good Roman who only desired to associate with other Romans.

“Come Katrin, if he really was racist, he wouldn't be with us right now!” Enid smiled at her.

I swear, she can read my every thought…

Katrin though as she rolled her eyes.

“Of course I'm not racist! I had some good times with this one Egyptian girl!” Gaius slapped his knee.

“Woah there, I don't wanna here about that shit!” Katrin cringed.

“I do!” Enid popped her head up.

“Well then, discuss it when I'm not around!” Katrin glared at her, then looked back at Gaius, “So, how good of friends were you with this Syrian guy?”

“Well, we still are friends. Though he and a few of my other buddies are probably worried about my absence,” Gaius rubbed his hands together.

“Oh really? What kind of friendships do you keep with other men?” Katrin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you insinuating—wait, what makes you think I would do THAT with other men?” Gaius' eyes doubled in size.

“Please! Anyone can see by the way you looked when you spoke of that crazy Syrian! So I figured you probably have some other boyfriends that bob about you,” Katrin got a grin on her face. Gaius didn't say a word—he was too busy blushing, his mouth almost hitting the ground.

“I thought so. Anywho, what's your Syrian boyfriend's name?”

“Bah, Ah, Blah, Alexander!” Gaius gained composure.

“Ah, so his bares a name from his father's homeland,”

“Yes. And he the only colors he ever wears are black, blue, gold, and red,”

“Okay, okay, you don't have to describe his every hair for me. I just wanted his name!” Katrin rolled her eyes. Enid yawned.

“We should be getting to bed soon,” Gaius himself yawned.

“Right,” Katrin nodded. They sat up some beds to sleep on in a clearing for the night and went to sleep. Gaius could not sleep though…

 

 

 

Alexander stepped lightly as he made his way to the edge of the city. His quite short, dark brown—almost black hair appeared to have blond highlights as the sun shown down on it. He stood much taller than most of the other people in Rome. Everyone knew who he was and no one dared mess with him. Everyone knew if they crossed his path, they'd be on the receiving end of a furious, muscular Syrian-Greek killing machine.

 

His muscles were very evident, even under his many dark robes. Today he was sporting mostly black with a blue sash and some gold trim. A small girl accidentally ran into him. He gazed down at her with his sapphire eyes, with a “kill” look on his face. She quivered with fear. Her mother, to his left, also shook—almost crying. His long arms reached down and wrapped around her. He looked her square in the eyes—and kissed her! A smile formed on his face and he sat her down.

“Oh, thank great sir!” Her mother bowed to him, then they walked on.

 

He stood there, for a moment, taking in what just happened. Half of the time, he never understood why people were so scared of him. Finally, he began walking again, eager to meet with Titus and Sextus.

 

 

 

Katrin woke up in the middle of the night to find Gaius sitting in a tree about twenty feet from were they were camped.

“What are you doing up there?” She whispered to him. Slowly, he turned his head to gaze down at her. There ere wet spots on his face were tears had run down.

“Just sitting. Thinking,” He sighed in a low voice. Though she tried to deny it, Katrin felt a bit responsible.

“I, Well, I'm sorry about bringing all that up earlier,” She stared at the ground.

“Do not be sorry, my dear. I just miss my friends back home. And you are right. A few of my male friends are more than just friends. I'm not really ashamed of my love for them, it's just…just, if such things get out, I'm pretty much ruined,” Gaius took a death breath and sighed. Before she could think, Katrin found herself whispering, “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,”