Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Homeless ❯ Another hospital ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 6

Another hospital.

Bleak walls seemed to glow, his sight blurry at the edges.

Noise

Seiya's limbs twitched in nervous reflex. Hidden within the corners of his eyes were always shadows, moving shadows stalking his exposed body. Like vultures picking at a corpse, not quite dead.

He quivered all over at the thought of being dead, like before they..

His hands covered the aching head as he tried to shake away the images.

But the feeling of emptiness, the forever falling, the screams that echoed around the dark and the distorted faces of the former saints all reunited to find their just reward.

-A whimper of despair.-

No relief from the pain, no hope, no strength, no control, no virtue....and her all encompassing essence.

Athena's essence feeding on him, because that thing could never again be called a soul. It sucked them dry and yet kept on sucking. It wont stop. Not until Saori died and ...she did die then.

In the fugue of his mind all he could see was a rusty gas pump in the desert and the loud "ding", but it was empty!! And the bell just kept ringing the loud "ding" "ding" "ding".... then suddenly darkness and the cool night.

Now he was back again in the room, this one clean and free of demons, still smelling of the sweet rosewater balm Shun wear's on his hands.

"I thought I was special" his face blank and eyes hollow.

He drifted asleep forgetting again if he was really alive.

Shun

Mumbling to himself he made it back to the town's hospital. Sunrise was a forgotten event now.

Sometimes Seiya will wake and ask for water, it seemed the only thing he was capable of doing, and even then it was not a coherent action. He was still not aware completely of surroundings : who was with him or where he was.

Shun will sometimes try and talk him out into reality but the boy will just layback down limp, eyes distant and his younger brother will resort to petting the mussed up hair and whisper nonsense soothing at his side until they both fell asleep.

Today was no different.

"Tomorrow I will try again, you will see, someone will show up soon... soon, baby, soon"

Seiya eyes fell closed today, Shun's steady breath warming his cheek a comforting feeling.

Numbed legs.

Hyoga stretched out; the sun was high up warming the golden Russian lad. His companion was enjoying the panoramic view out their window. He smiled at him and continued his perusal of fast passing country side.

He felt bad still for the lost of Saori but his trust in Seiya and the goddess forbade any lose of hope.

They called it hope but it was really just blind, childish trust. The kind that was beaten into them at an early age and stunted their psique.

Seiya will always save the day. " It is just a matter of time until Saory retrieve him from the Hades dimension" Shiryu had commented earlier. " at her return we will gain our Cosmo to it's fullest strength "

She had promised this with a divine smile before she left.

The old train, chugged down the Hokkaido coastline now, and the rocky cliff sides were visible.

Three more stops and they will be home. Next will be the ferry at the port, then the bus ride and hopefully a short walk to the exclusive neighborhood were lay the Kido mansion.

" Three more stops Shiryu"

The dragon grumbled and feigned sleep, Hyoga laughed at this. He never imagined his friend could be such a grouch. Who would have taught the cool and collected dragon will be so different under neat.

They met at a northern port in China. The remnant Cosmo guiding them once they were close enough to sense each other. Japanese passports made it easy to travel on the old cargo ship. It came as a surprise not to find a Kido ship at port, but they shrugged it to their not understanding much about maritime routes.

To Shiryu's surprise they had to work to earn the ride. The dock's foreman explained as much.

Hyoga took it all in good stride. It was a simple adventure for them, to act around as regular kids, and the mild discomfort was well worth it in Hyoga's opinion.

Shiryu's dragon like pride was secretly stung, (actually having to work like a pawn!)

Hyoga couldn't hide the smile remembering Shiryu carrying the heavy sack of flour and the second mate yelling he was too slow for someone who ate that much. To Hyoga's surprise, that night in their bunk beds Shiryu had a thing or two to say about the man and his stingy cooking. He discovered Shiryu: mister calm and scholarly, was a very touchy guy and he took offense easily, all this under that quiet facade.

He mused about this for a while.

But things went smoothly after that if not fast enough for the eager boys.

During the whole trip neither acknowledged the pang of fear in the back of their chest, not even to themselves. The stress of not having Cosmo and grunting to lift 50 pounds, were not things they would admit.

Shun kept on posting telegrams, until today. He got an answer.

He sobbed that morning in Seiya's chest.

" they are coming back"

Tbc.