Drabbles from #71 to #75 ¤Aiolos/Saga mostly ¤R to NC-17¤ Romance. Angst. Drama. Violence.
I... see the light at the end of the tunnel! *le gasp*
75 done, 25 more to go.
Title: #71 - Break and Bleed.
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Genre: Angst.
Word Count: 100 (Drabble).
Character/Pairing : Saga. (implied)Aiolos/Saga.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya, its characters, places and themes belong to Masami Kurumada and Toei. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Un-betaed. (implied) Slash. A little blood.
Summary:
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Saga gazed deeply at the face reflected into the mirror, which was - and yet wasn’t - his own.
Beside his distorted self, he saw other things in the glass: things that were not really there, but might as well be. Things like bloody tears and a baby’s smile and the edge of a knife.
And below it all, Aiolos’s face…
…his eyes…
…his mouth…
…his smile, forever lost.
Howling in pain, Saga hit the red-eyed beast smirking from inside the mirror. The glass broke, shards flying this way and that, drawing blood from his fingers.
Inside he broke and bled, too.
Title: #72 - Empty.
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Genre: Angst.
Word Count: 100 (Drabble).
Character/Pairing: Saga. I did not write Saga and Kanon as a couple, in this drabble. But you can read it anyway you want, I guess…
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya, its characters, places and themes belong to Masami Kurumada and Toei. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Un-betaed. This drabble theorizes that Saga was not simply schizophrenic, but rather his madness was caused by a possession from the God Ares
Summary: It had been all Kanon’s fault, if Saga had cawed under Ares’s power, allowing the God inside his body.
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The edge of the mirror is sharp. Saga cuts his finger on it but remains unconcerned, watching wonderingly as the blood pours all over the glass, veiling his reflection.
Sometimes he wonders why he was chosen as Ares’s vessel. Is it because he’s the stronger Saint? The purest?
Hardly.
Were he pure, or strong, he would be able to chase the demon-God from his mind.
The truth is simpler, bittersweet - somewhat pitiful.
For something to be filled, it has to be devoid of contents first.
And when Ares had found him, after Kanon’s death, Saga had been conveniently,
utterly
empty.
Title: #73 - At Night He comes.
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Genre: Angst. Dark Erotica.
Word Count: 100 (Drabble).
Characters/Pairing: Aiolos, Saga, Kurosaga. Aiolos/Kurosaga/Saga.
Rating: Heavy R.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya, its characters, places and themes belong to Masami Kurumada and Toei. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Un-betaed. Slash. The fic deals with something startlingly akin to non-con.
Summary: He came at night, like a fey creature born of shadow itself.
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At night “He” comes, a fey creature with red malignant eyes and hair woven of the very shadow that gave Him life.
He carries chains and he carries threats, that bind the one he chose as Prey with unbreakable bonds. And laughs as His Prey weeps in rage, then pleasure, and lastly shame. The are never words between them. Only brutal ecstasy - the sheer pitch of which makes both cry out - and blood seeping copiously between their entwined thighs.
Come morning, Saga always wonders at the soreness in his backside.
And at the way Aiolos’s tears-reddened gaze avoids his own.
When I first started typing down this drabble, you knew from the start that Aiolos the one “He” visited nightly (“He” being none other than KuroSaga). However, I came to realize that the drabble would be much more intriguing, if I referred to Aiolos as “the Prey”, withholding from the reader his true identity till the end. *eyebrow hoist* This way, I thought, people will think it is Saga, that KuroSaga torments, and will be surprised to read otherwise!
Sadly, when restyling the first draft, I had -in order to reduce it to 100 words- to delete some quite effective images. At first, KuroSaga threatened Aiolos, by threatening those most dear to him. In turn, Aiolos was splendidly defiant, yet torn, poised on the line between disgust and attraction. Fascinated with his tormentor, he felt ashamed with himself, and yet lay in quiet acquiescence in His arms.
Alas! Sometimes drabbles really are too short to convey all I want to convey, but… that is their charm, no? XD
Title: #74 - Loving Shadows.
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Genre: Angst.
Word Count: 100 (Drabble).
Characters/Pairing: Saga, Ares. (implied) Aiolos/Saga.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya, its characters, places and themes belong to Masami Kurumada and Toei. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Un-betaed. Slash. Dark themes.
Summary: Ares enjoys torturing Saga in every way he can.
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Each night, Saga dreams of Aiolos.
He can see his smile, in those dreams, feel his warmth and hear his voice, as if Aiolos really was there, by his side.
Upon waking, however, the images become blurry, like something watched through a foggy glass; Aiolos’s voice dims, flutters into silence, until nothing remains of him, and Saga finds himself desperately in love with a hazy, vaguely human-shaped light, whose countenance, attitude or voice he absolutely cannot recall.
Each morning, Saga screams in agonyguiltragehatelongingtorment, over and over.
Ares enjoys his vessel’s plight so much, that hysteric laughter mixes with Saga’s wails.
Title: #75- Will you, will I?
Author: Nemesi.
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Genre: Silly, but sad too, I hope. Romance. A touch of angst.
Word Count: 100 (Drabble).
Characters/Pairing: Saga. Aiolos/Saga.
Rating:.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya, its characters, places and themes belong to Masami Kurumada and Toei. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Un-betaed. Slash. Fits in the anime-universe, rather than the manga’s.
Summary: In the dead of night, Saga suddenly needs some reassurances. Waking Aiolos up, he decides to confirm something of vital importance.
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“…Aiolos?”
“…Mh…?”
“Are you awake?”
“…No.”
“…Aiolos?”
“…Mh?”
“…do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Would you love me, if I wasn’t beautiful?”
“Or course I would, Narcissus.”
“Will you love me when I’m old, and my hair will have turned grey?”
“Always.”
“…you aren’t listening, are you?”
“I am.”
“No. You’re giving random answers, hoping that I shut up.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You aren’t thinking your answers through… how can they be true?”
“I needn’t think my answers through, because they’re true.”
“…”
“…”
“…Aiolos?”
“Mh?”
A kiss.
“Remember that I’ll still love you too, when my hair will have turned grey.”
…and well know that Saga with grey hair = Ares, who orders Aiolos dead. ç.ç