Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Homeless ❯ Listen ( Chapter 6 )

HOMELESS

Chapter 4

By Rude

Listen

The nightmare seemed to grow dim in the evening golden light.

Seiya's closed eyes could still feel the warmth of the sun while his mind was numbed from the pain and horror. It was only him and the dying sun; there was no one in the room, no smell, no sound, and no taste on his tongue.

Shun screamed out his name. Things scrambled in the dark.

The older man in the group was a forty-something year old body guard, he was once Mitsumasa Kido's favorite guard, or rather henchman; his job description included kidnapping, murder, *intimidation... and he enjoyed it.

He was pretty disgruntled now, after being fired unceremoniously from the job that kept him above the average criminal, he met whit other Gaud ex-employees and roamed the vast grounds in search for retribution, if not from the dead landlords... then the from the living heirs... anyone will do.

The old lowlife was now lying on the floor 'mongst empty bottles of expensive scotch when the screaming youngster at the door woke everyone in the room.

The other 3 where sprawled at each side of the only entrance to the room, and staggered to their feet in a drunken haste.

It was a whole week of partying around the empty building that got them to the basement whit the barely conscious boy. There little *scapegoat ho* as the boss called him.

The bulky yakuza lounged for the screaming boy and stumbled, Shun felt the world tilt and crash when the heavy mass landed on him. His only concern now was to get to his bleeding brother so he didn't even register the filthy words being breathed down his face. Adrenaline replacing Cosmo, he flung the man off using all his body weight as leverage and kicked his left leg over to his right hip in a motion that served to deck the pair of legs he saw coming at him from his position on the ground, the drunken guard fell whit a *TUD* at his side. The impulse also helped him roll and stand with little effort and controlled ease. His training being based on skill more than strength, from those years with Ikky when he was in obvious size disadvantage... just like now.

Breathing heavy he whirled to his right eyes blurring from the stale air... and was slammed in the face by a large fist. He stumbled but leaned on the bed for support, it creaked... and moaned... sounds of pain. Shun's gut clenched and he wailed out in anger not even feeling the sequence of hands and fists slamming in his stomach and chest, the boys pupils shrunk like a cat's in the sun as he kicked the closest aggressor, the man's knee turning askew ...he wailed too.

The fury and shame for his brother eating away the very air from his lungs... madness...

A snarl greeted the yakuza boss. He sliced at the men's face with bare hands and nails growling and crying out.

"BASTARDSBASTARDSBASTAAAARDS...!!!"

The rampaging demon in his chest pushing away coherent thought, his nails pealing away the skin of arms and faces galore. Someone's hand groped his groin and made him reel back to the bed in pain, more hands tried their dam nest to pin the squirming teen, but Shun could only feel the weight of his body pressing on Seiya's chest, feel the hitching lungs against his back fighting weakly for air as strange little whimpers left his swollen mouth. The older boy only knew one thing:

"They will die now... all of them Seiya...."

Promise said in a whisper.

The hitching sounds in his chest stopped abruptly. Cries of pain allover the empty hospital, the dirty black suit staining in blood and some clear liquid.

Shun gripping fingers sunk in the eye sockets of the first goon to fall, they remained there until the man keeled over, body jerking its last.

The boy continuing the uneven fight, slipped his feet on the greasy linoleum, fell to the ground on his knees; fist shutting up to smash full force into the two closest groins. The large men falling to their sides and parting an exit for the boy... to find himself face to face with the head of the gang.

Cocaine and alcohol bleary eyes met blue-green fire.

Slam after slam he punched and side kicked every nasty fist that came his way but the brute force was winning over revengeful strength. Shun panted wildly and forced himself to endure the frontal attack.

Futile.

It was the two recovering men that caught his arms and pressed themselves against his side, laughing and mumbling in his ears.

"Little bitch came for his little cunt, hmm?"

"Play rough, don't you?..."

The older one pressed his face to Shun's in a mocking glare meeting his eyes an inch away.

"Such pretty ho" he giggled madly, his *blind friend* on the floor forgotten.

The boy was about to throw up, all he could think of was ' I'm breathing his air... '

The graying hair sticking to Shun's forehead, greasy and smelling like an animal's burnt hide.

Shun was beyond coherent thought, every motion left to instinct. And this is how he forgot peril, damnation and pain ...when his hand fell on the warmed steel, resting under the open jacket of the man at his right side.

Night fell too and the sun flooded the room in a dim bluish light. It died quickly.

Hunter and preys stood still in the gloom.

A flash of orange through a single window, outside the large building was followed by thunder.

Over and over again.

Tbc.