Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Homeless ❯ The sun ( Chapter 7 )

HOMELESS

Chapter 5

The sun dies a long death in spring... (1)

Thought Hyoga as he sat at the train station. It's unbelievably lovely, when you can watch a sunset at the seaside, even if it was cold and rain darkened the horizon. The sun always shined through the clouds in so many colors!

His current state of joy was brought up by a simple letter he received almost 3 days ago.

Jacob and his father found him in the middle of a snowstorm and dragged him to their home where hot tea and a blanket warmed his body as the letter they placed in his lap would warm his soul.

"Seiya you are back!" He cried out to the empty railway and smiled imagining the little bundle of energy and brown eyes greeting them all, jumping about, alive and well.

He leaned on a door and they fell through when it gave way, Seiya mumbled something but slept on ...thankfully, it sounded like a plea but Shun just pulled them back up and walked in the new room. It was another ward with an empty bed frame and a small bathroom, this place too was raided.

His mind fixed on the task at hand, he sat the boy on the floor in the bathroom moved to the shower stall and turned the water on. He then went scrambling for a robe to cover the quivering body. He started crying. Sobbing back dry tears he tore apart what was left of the room in search of anything, a robe, blanket, curtain... anything.

When he finally returned to the bathroom whit a couple of hospital-green sheaths, Seiya was dangling halfway into the tub, his upper half twisted at an odd angle, soaking bangs covering his face under the shower spray.

The need to wash himself clouded reasoning and numbed the cold, the tender hands returned and he tried to protest but they lifted him and helped wash away the bruised skin, he gratefully smiled at Shun from a face so swollen and so distorted that he couldn't hold his gaze upon it for long, Seiya not once since he was found had tried to open his eyes and Shun was grateful for this little respite. He new for sure he was not ready to see those beautiful, almost garnet colored eyes, and what they held now instead of that happy-go-lucky sparkle.

Shun dragged the limp form down the dark hallway. He was wrapped up in the sheets from head to toe.

They leaned on the wall for a minute as Shun looked about for more enemies lurking in the dark of the narrow passage, the yellow lines on the floor lost to a wall of black at each end, fort and back of there path, he shuddered, back against the cold wall expecting something to spring out of it, maybe an enemy that didn't fell to the unholy fire of the gun. He gritted his teeth at the memory and held the boy closer, silence granted a nervous peace and he slumped to the ground with the too light wait on his shoulder. Seiya shallow breath told of pained awareness, "Thirst-ty..." he whispered. Shun stood and half dragged half carried him down the hallway again, seaming deaf to the plea, he went on... stopping at a gurgling water dispenser, still on its stand.

It was almost surreal when Seiya smiled at the sound of the water bubbling out into the plastic cup, he helped it to the dry pealing lips and held it for him, gaze firmly on the cup. Shun concentrated his attention in the silence and the weak slurps of his younger brother's drinking.

They kept on walking slowly to the exit after the boy satisfied his thirst and fell asleep on his shoulder.

The exit never seemed so far when he came in and he could only think of getting Seiya to a hospital... and lying down to die after that.

TBC

A/N:

(1) My own little haiku *grins proudly*