Cassiopiea

New chapter! YAY!

Okay, I realized that the link I gave for last chapter didn\'t work, because fateback.com are a bunch of freaking posers and shouldn\'t host any site. So here is a better link for these chapters with geocities now web hosting. For first chapter >> http://www.geocities.com/miroxkamyu/drama/cassi1.html Second chapter >> http://www.geocities.com/miroxkamyu/drama/Cassi2.html (drew the background picture myself on the second chap.)


Note: I gave Shun light brown hair color (comic book version) because it\'s been growing on me and I think it makes him quite handsome. The other\'s remain the same hair color i.e. Milo = Blue, Mu = Purple, Camus = sea green/aqua color

Story:


Cassiopiea
Chapter II; Žæ‚ç‚ꂽ‰e - torareta kage (Taken Shadow)

Going to Greece was some what of a hassle. Almost everywhere the trio had gone they had either teenaged girls making passes on theeen een asked where their parents were, or carded because people didn\'t believe that they where in their thirties and not teens. Shun was possibly the worst given his graceful ageing as well as his lack of height. He had only grown an inch since he was 13, that was if you where pushing it, it was most likely he was the same height as before. This resulted in the other saints teasing him every once in a while, except Seiya. Seiya only managed to grow so that he was as tall as his light bruneiendiend. Meanwhile Hyoga had grown a nice foot and some inches, living up to his Russian ancetry and prcallcally towered over the two from Japanese decent. But that\'s how things worked right? The orientals where naturally shorter than other races, but they didn\'t have to deal with facial hair as much. So in return for Hyoga\'s teasing about their \'vitical deficantcy\' they teased him about what he has to shave off every morning. The two of them could have sworn that no matter what Hyoga has a three inch beard every morning. Nevertheless he still looked like a 16 year old (when he shaved).
Once they had arived to the country they where having so much trouble getting to, they spent no time heading out of the airport. The hotel, they had booked rooms at, said that they would send a bus-boy out to gather their things. All three of them walked as they discussed what wou would do that day in hushed tones.

\"So far I\'ve aranged it for Hyoga-kun to use the Kiddo VIP cards in order to look into police records,\" the light brown haired man counted down what they where all doing with his fingers. \"Seiya-kun will head to you know where, and I\'ll hang around the streets and ask questions.\"

\"Why are you hanging around the streets and not Hyoga?\" Pegasus asked stuffing his hands into his jean pockets, still a bit disgruntled over thct tct that he couldn\'t carry around his cloth because the enemy might see it.

\"Because I wouldn\'t attract as much attention as Hyoga-kun. I can be discreate,\" he smiled in a teasing way.

The tall blond patted a hand on Shun\'s head, \"Oi oi, all of us can be discreate, shrimp.\"

Seiya laughed at the frustrated expression the youngest was sporting from having his hair messed up. He waved to them as he stepped away, \"Okay, so I\'ll see you all at the h aro around 10pm if all goes well.\"

\"Later Seiya,\" Hyoga dodged the soft elbow jab his \'short\' friend had tried to give him.

\"See you tonight, Sei....ya...\" Shun pausing in his friendly scuffle with their blond companion when his eyes caught the sight of someone with blue hair. The long locks where tussled and fluffed just the right way that it reminded him of Milo. But Milo is dead... He couldn\'t be here...

The dark brunet frowned, \"Oi, Shun, everything okay?\"

He smiled charmingly and started to head off in persuit of the person, \"Got to go, duty calls.\" With that isapisappeared into the thick crowd of the streets leaving his friends behind.

Andromeda tried not to push, really he did, but trying to keep up with this Milo look-alike was hard. The more and more he saw the person\'s back the more he was convinced that it was the Scorpio saint. It had to be, no one else had that kind of hair, that particular bob in their walk he he decided to call out using that name in hopes that it really was the man. Unfortunately there was no responce and he knew his voice was loud enough. The person next to the blue haired one, had extremely long hair, it reminded him of Shaka but only the color was a shimmering brown. She had stopped and pulled on her friend\'s sleeve, her green blue eyes locked onto Shun who was still fighting the mass of the crowd. The person with blue hair slumped their shoulders, the cr her he got he could see what they were wearing. The brunet wore a white skirt that had a trim of lace and frill, the shirt was a powder blue that had a deep V cut neck, the sleeves down to the elbows with lace and frill and fancy, tanned, lace up sandles. The blue haired person wore a black jacket with yellow brown sleeves with powder blue jeans, with red canvas sneakers. He breifly woundered if they where a couple, until the one clad in jeans turned. It was a woman. The bronze saint found himself stoping, not because he was in awe of her surprising beauty (acutally she looked just a bit prettier than average girls), or that she was smoking a cigarette, it was hyebryebrows. They where two dots, just two dots like Kiki and... Mu.

The two ladies said something to one another before they continued on their way. Of course this made Shun just a bit frustrated but he had a feeling they would meet up again, even if that resulted in him having to hunt them down later on. That one with the blue hair, she had to know something, not everyone looked like they belonged to the clan that Mu did. Making a mental note to gather information on her later, he set out to ds mos more important job.

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It felt odd walking into Sanctuary with out the large box of his Pegasus cloth strapped onto his back. Seeing the old, battered rock formations that warded off stray tavelers created a world of nistalgia for him. So many battles, so many sorrows and yet there were the fair share of happiness. While walking he reached out a hand and ran his rough finger tips over face of the dusty rock. So many times he had struggled to get into Sanctuary just to do something innocent like visit Marin only to be beaten with vicious attacks for one reason or another. Yet he seemed to always return, always. Even though he was born in Japan, had his happiest moments there, he still viewed Greece to be his home. It didn\'t matter if it was harsh, if everyone there hated him and wanted to draw his blood, it was the place he grew up in. Normally no one would want to return to a place like that, but he always had a reason to return. eve everyone in Santuary was horrible. Like Shaina, she was cruel, yes, but had her reasons and he never felt anything harsh towards her. In fact he found her strong, pushy personality to be rather charming. Perhaps that was why he felt towards Saori the way he did. He shook his head of the rediculous thought of a saint being in a romantic relationship with the god they were to protect.

Seiya paused in his walking as a sudden feeling coiled in his stomach. It was suddle, the cause for his senses to raise their flags, but it was still... ominous. This cosmos, it was old yet refreshing and new with a feel of dangerous potentual. A tingle ran down his arms and back as he neared the one area of Sanctuary that he hated the most. The dirt smelt older than every where else, the rocks scared from constant moving. Though he hated it so much it was the quickest way through to get to the inner parts of Sanctuary with out being greeted with possible hostiesties.

Stepping closer the coil in his stomach released the feeling of forboading to be replaced with the sinking feeling of greaf. Through out his youth he had seen this place, in all of its grim shades. Playing on the wind was the sent of burnt dirt from all those years ago when Shiana had taken percausiouns, making sure that no more threats could unearth.

That peculiar cosmos flaired once more raising a lump in the back of his throat that refused to be swallowed. Freezing in his foot steps, the haired on the back of his neck rose.

\"Seiya,\" a female\'s voice fluttered down to his ears.

Jerking his head up, his brown eyes darted around observing the tall round peaks of the rock formations. The voice came from above he knew it, yet there was no on to be seen. \"Who\'s there?!\" he demanded hearing his own voice echo off the cavernous walls.

\"Taller tails than what can be conseved are transpiring. Twist the bone and the back to create a safety net. With the silence of the lamb Athena can pose no threat.\"

Gritting his teeth, the Pegasus saint pivoted around trying to pin point the voice that came from directly behind him, \"What is that supposed to mean?!\"

\"Just keep it in mind Seiya,\" and just like that the voice faded as well as the cosmos.

The bronze saint kept his guard up as his mind played over what was just told to him. It was a riddle of course, but who would want to give him a riddle? And who was just there with him?


To becontinued...