Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Homeless ❯ Flush ( Chapter 5 )

Alwrighty then, this is gonna get ugly. You've been warned.

I'm changing a few things about the saints so you may think its OOC, but its all in the name of realism. ("Writers prerogative" or as we say in my line of work "Contribution to the piece")

It is placed after Hades, Seiya died to save everybody and Saori follows him but she doesn't make it back, and trust me, Seichan is gonna wish he hadn't either. Also, Shun hair is gold-brown cause this stuff will sound silly to me otherwise. "Yes no more punk do" And no Sunrei is not Shiryu's sister but in the Spanish version she called him so affectionately, not that she really meant it. (Sorry haven't seen the English version yet)

'....' = Indicates thought

"..." = Speech

*...* = Emphasis

Flush

The World seemed empty for one young saint.

Shun walked pass the empty buildings where his brothers used to train. He passed by the labs and development sites, paper and broken furniture littering the floor. The old empire crumbled in less than a week, all it took was the fall of one last head. 'Saori-sama.'

The lady in question left the heirloom in the hands of Tatsumi, ever the real head of the Gaud keiretsu (organization), although the lady always made the important decisions, one truly couldn't expect a thirteen year old child to run a company so powerful and obscurely influent as Gaud. A shadow that could send enemy companies scurrying away whit a flick of its yakuza's wrist.

The power that kept them above the law and bought the favor of politicians bought them also a score of enemies who made the fall as quick as Tatsumi's blade was to follow his lady.

As he made it to the private clinic where he spent most of his time in between battles memories flooded his sight and the tired feet stumbled. 'I should rest... only for a while'.

Somehow it didn't seem right to sit there. The cold step was too wide, the floor too white, something was wrong about just being in the open right there.

"Why?.. w..why ...? PLEASE NO!" Laughter, grunts, whimpers and the sounds of skin slapping against skin "STOP! ...s..stop it.."

He went to the empty foundation's clinic for the same reason he toured the other buildings everyday.

To search for any sign of his brothers, or anyone who could help make sense of this maze he was left to solve.

Everything was being repossess by the banks. There was still running water and power in the Kido home but the phone was out, no one paid the bill. Shun will walk downtown every evening to the old coliseum and use the underground web of telecommunications in order to track his remaining family. So far it's been tough luck for the boy.

He sobbed dry tears. One passed him a box of takeout, leftovers dried old inside. He pushed the hand away and cringed as he was laughed at. " What? To good for our humble food Kido?" the hands picked up some of the mess from the floor and begun to shove it down his throat. He gagged and kicked weakly "See pretty boy, you just have to open up" more laughter, the boys eyes looked frantic and dilated "betya didn't know us poor folks could be so good ah?!" he almost broke his jaw for emphasis. Another hand was already prying him open again, time and time again in between his legs.

"So this was abandoned to" Shun muttered to the empty front desk. Looking around he saw holes in the floor, even the waiting room chairs where stolen!. 'This is surreal..!' he paced a few more steps and stole a look down the dark isle, funny its still day and down there looked so dark it was... 'Gaud is a ghost ship now, Ikky will be glad' Shun thought whit a mirthless smile marring his angelic face.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He swallowed a lump in his throat watched intently the darkness at the end of the narrow tunnel.

'Why not leave, its empty just like the others' he had no Cosmo left Hades took away all that was rightfully his, Shun knew he was almost as weak as any regular man barely enough Cosmo to help him stand against a few burglars and disgruntled servants but it cost him almost his life to fend them of. He sure as hell wasn't looking forward to fight more angry employees and vagabonds waiting in the dark for no reason at all.

It came again, that very human feeling of dread, right before the scream.

He was already leaving towards the lighted exit when the echo slapped his back.

It was the kind of sound that made the skeptic believe in ghost and fear the dark. But something in Shun spoke of pain and need. For a saint, even one rendered powerless, that was more than enough to risk his life.

Running down the darkness he followed the echo's faint whispering, and made it to one of the rooms at the back of the building.

The door opened easily and let him in to his younger brother's nightmare.

Some precious minutes passed by while he fought the need to scream and retch in one motion. The scent of stale body fluids stuffed the air almost making it gray and all he could focus on was the slim legs of his brother Seiya dangling from the bed, limp and covered whit filth and blood rolling down from inside, the traces of a hospital robe hanging from his arms brown from dried blood. The sun setting outside dropped its light through a small overhead window.

TBC

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