Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Inner Torture (Evil-Saga x Saga x Kanon) ❯ Inner Torture teaser (not quite a prologue). ( Chapter 1 )

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No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.

 

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For some reason, you can select “Continuation”, but there is not “Prequel” at Mediaminer… strange. @_@;

 

This is the prologue for Inner Torture, that I wrote as a teaser thingie. I decided to post it with the fic, since it belong there.

 

I wrote this prologue just as a teaser, but you don't need to read it to understand the fic. It's actually not supposed to happen anywhere in particular (maybe on a later chapter), I just wrote it to get into the feeling of the fic.

You can view that prologue as one of them little teaser videos that Hollywood puts together for advertisement with different moments of a movie, but when you watch the movie you end up wondering "where are the things I saw in the teaser...?" *lol*

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Kanon wiped a line of blood that was trickling down from the wound in his cheek, and quickly backed off, trying to put some distance between his crazed twin and himself.

Saga's laughter filled the room, echoing everywhere, pinning Kanon against the wall with the sheer force of its insane, unnatural glee. The younger Gemini had never heard or seen anything like this. His older brother's eyes were so bloodshot that they seemed about to explode out of their orbits.

Bent over himself, clutching his chest with his hands, Saga touched his forehead to the ground, his breathing ragged and fully out of control, his body still shaking with the demented laughter.

Kanon couldn't tell anymore if Saga was laughing or crying. Maybe both. The sound of his breathing was filling the room, searing into the younger sibling like a wave of unbearable heat. He didn't dare to move from his position against the wall, and could only stare at his older brother in horrified fascination, much like a bird hypnotized by a snake.

 

After an amount of time that seemed to last forever, Saga's breathing became more even, albeit it still sounded like something out of reality.

Kanon almost didn't recognize his brother's voice when Saga, hair and eyes now back to their normal color, said weakly, in a puzzled little voice : “Why does it smells so strongly of blood in here?”

The younger brother let out a scream when he saw the river of blood running down from his twin's nostrils and mouth, and he ran to hug him, apparently afraid he would break apart or disappear into dust.

Noticing that he was the one bleeding, Saga straightened himself on his knees and begun wiping his face out on his wrist bandages.

 

There on their knees, holding a still shaky Saga in his arms, Kanon understood that there might not be a escape out of it anymore.

 

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