Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Homeless ❯ Seiya ( Chapter 2 )

HOMELESS

Chapter 1

Seiya

Dawn, finally. Shun dragged away from the black computer screen and let his feet search for the sneakers under the narrow table.

Exhausted from a long night's work he didn't bother turning off the machine, instead walked away to the door and fumbled with his coat in the same way he used to put-on his shoes.

Finally dressed he wondered into the empty streets outside the old coliseum. -It's still dark.. where is everyone? - His mind supplied the missing thoughts. ' Hyoga somewhere in Siberia, Shiryu in China, maybe he finally made it back to Rozan, Ikky is away.. as always - goddess knows where..- Unreachable now since I have not enough Cosmo to call for his aid'. The blue-eyed demon never could take much human company at once. Shun smiled weakly remembering his beloved oniisan grumpy pose when to many people were around him, almost instantly the tears blurred his sight and once again the boy was tempted to cry, but held them back not for bravery but for the urgency of the situation he was currently trying to overcome. - Not now, not yet.. when things are back to normal you can be a weakling for as long as you please..-. He shuck his head, sending copper and gold locks flying about to mingle whit the few tears on his face. 'Breathe in breathe out'. The lonely figure stood still in the middle of the empty street for tree or four gasping breaths and resumed walking whit long quick strides.

Too tired from training Shiryu went back to the hut he currently was calling home, just to find Sunrei standing in the middle of the single room, staring at him with disbelieving eyes.

- Why didn't you come back home? -

He took the towel she offered and dried his sweaty face and chest.

- I needed to train -.

She used those doe eyes on him as she held him bye the hands.

-Train for what? -.

He felt like she was pushing her hand inside his chest and twisting his feelings out, forcing things out he didn't want out! She cried-out softly, the sound jerking him back into her eyes. Trailing his eyes down he realized way, he had jerked his hands away, he recoiled and turn his face away as if the realization of his 'brusqueness'* had hurt him more than it had her. Shiryu had never been less than gentle to his beloved sister, now he was exasperated by her unending kindness, patience, worshiping... - I don't want to talk about... I think you should leave. - It was whispered but he knew she heard him.

She barely seamed faced by his words and went on with her probing, like he knew she would.

-Shiryu you most stop torturing yourself, I know it wasn't your fault I just know and you must stop blaming yourself, the battles are over and there is so much for you to do know...-

And he wasn't listening anymore because someone was at the door waiting for her. Doko.

-Sensei, - Sunrei quieted and turned around to see the newcomer. -Shiryu- he acknowledged.

-You came back I see- the now young gold saint watched his pupil give a slight nod and he waved his hand in dismissal. -I'm glad you survived Hades- the boy didn't move. Doko wondered if Shiryu was angry for him being alive or was it just jealousy towards Sunrei.

-Sunrei his right- Shiryu raised an eyebrow. Doko continued - You should come back home-

- I will decide where to go and when-

The girl eyes went wide as she let out a shocked gasp. -Shiryu! -

-You may after all...- The former old man turned to leave before he added, -but consider your brothers, they need you now more than ever-. The dragon saint wandered what he meant as he picked up the note his sensei dropped on the table.

It was a wrinkled telegram, probably sent to the village, a few dozen miles away from here. It read: "Seiya_alive._Saori_died._please_come_quickly." Sender: Shun.

The winter was over, and the blond boy kept wandering the woods around the small valley.

He still went back to the small town in the center of it once in a while, to check on Jacob and the townspeople. Then went back to visit his mothers grave and wander about aimlessly.

It was almost time to sleep for Jacob when his father burst through the front door with the gelid arctic wind at his back. Twenty minutes later the boy and his father were trudging true the melting snow up into the sparse Siberian forest in search for the swan saint.