Saint Seiya Fanfiction
This is the result of watching the Hades Chapters. During one scene Ikki confronts Shun who has been possessed by Hades. Shun manages to get control of his body, and then asks his brother Ikki to kill him. If Ikki does he can save the entire world. But Ikki can't make the final blow and pretty much ends up choosing is brother over the entire world. It's a very sweet scene, and this what came out of it.
He had failed him. Phoenix Ikki knew he had. Had failed Shun and broken the promise he had made with himself once again.
He had first promised to protect Shun when his brother was little more than a baby. Their mother was dead, their father wasn’t around, and no one else to seemed to care. He had taken Shun and run away then. His little brother was the only thing he cared about and he would allow no one to take him away.
At that time he had no way of knowing that the Graude Fountation was already looking for them. That they wanted two more possible Saints no matter what. That was why when the men in black suits, riding in huge black cars had come shortly after his mothers death, he had grabbed Shun and ran out the back door. He had thought they had come to take them away, and more than likely separate them. So he had ran. That was the first time he had failed his brother and broken the promise he had made himself to always protect Shun. Because that was when Pandora had found him.
Although he hadn’t remembered it until recently, that was when Shun had received the pendent. He should have taken it away from his brother right then! But preoccupied as he was with the thought of loosing his brother he had left it there as he stood up and ran off, not noticing that his brother was wearing a pendant he hadn’t had a few minuets ago.
Eventually the Graude Foundation men had found them. A little boy alone in the streets of Tokyo, carrying a baby attracted quite a bit of attention. After it had been explained that the Graude Foundation wanted both of them and that they would be able to stay together in the orphanage, he had stopped fighting. That was when the pendant had been deemed too dangerous for Shun at that time. He had been given it for safe keeping and one of the men trying to be kind, had assumed that it was there mothers. He, unsuspecting and naive had believed in that explanation. During the ride to the orphanage that would be their home for the next few years, Ikki had looked at his brother and silently promised to protect him.
During the orphanage years that had been easy. Although Shun did grow up to be a crybaby and ridiculously easy to tease into tears, the other orphans left the little boy alone, mostly because they were scared of what Ikki would do to them.
Most soon learned that while Ikki was approachable most of the time, the moment you did anything to his younger brother, he was a demon. One of the strongest of the orphans, and one of the better fighters added to his reputation and besides, every knew that he didn’t care what punishments Tatsumi would give him for fighting. It was easier to leave Shun alone.
Then the time had come for them to leave for their training grounds. If there as one thing that Ikki was grateful for in his life, it was the fact that he was allowed to go to the Death Queen Island training grounds instead of Shun. If Shun had gone to the island, he would have been dead in days. There was no room on the island for anyone with a heart. After giving Shun back the pendant, an act he was still cursing himself for, he had left…and gone to an earthly hell.
The island was one of the most inhospitable places in the world, and even without knowing the truth of the place Ikki would probable have said it was hell. But with the truth in his mind….Ikki knew that he should be glad the place had been destroyed.
There was no softness here. There was no place for the affection and fondness that the others had felt for their masters. His had hated his student and everything round him. He had taught Ikki to hate everything as well, beating the lessons into him on a daily basis. Everyone said he was one of the strongest of the Bronze Saints. Ikki hadn’t told them that he had to be in order to survive. The only thing that had kept him from descending into that pit of rage and hatred had been Esmeralda. She had reminded him of his brother and thus reminded him that there was still life outside of the hell he now found himself in. Then she had died and the last shred of his sanity had died with her. He had descended into the darkness and madness willing to escape the pain. He had killed his own master and in turn became the master over the island, because he was strongest. Still he had hungered for that power, and that was, when he received the letter telling him about the Glaxian wars, he had decided to go. Not to fight for the Gold Cloth that was the prize, but to take it by force!
When he had arrive back in Japan he hadn’t been sane. The darkness had engulfed in he had separated from his past. He hadn’t recognized anyone , not even his brother, when had immerged from the Cloth box. It was until he had watched him battle, until he and Seiya had defeated him, that he was able to climb out from the darkness.
When he did he had been afraid that Shun would be ashamed of him. The phoenix Saint wasn’t scared of death or pain but the thought of his little brother not wanting to see him did. Then he had seen Shun’s eyes and realized his fears were unfounded. Whatever training his little brother had been through, it had not destroyed the gentle spirit that dwelled within him. Shun couldn’t hate him, had been glad that he was sane once again. The others had been glad too, but Shun’s acceptance was what gave him the strength to fight.
After that he had stayed in the background most of the time. Although he had been accepted back by Seiya and a few others, most of the other bronze saints wouldn’t forgive him as easily. Besides, after his time on the Island of Death, he couldn’t settle down in the family group the others had made. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to live beside his brother anymore. The thought that he had once tried to kill him still haunted his thoughts, and he doubted he would ever be able to forgive himself.
Still….he was called the strongest of the Bronze Saints. He followed them into battle, staying in the background until he was needed. Most of the time he came out of protect his brother. Shuns enemies, his enemies, soon learned one thing: In the orphanage it he had said ‘Hurt my brother and I hurt you’ now it was ‘hurt my brother and I kill you’. Those who he fought soon learned that lesson. Still Shun was a Saint and Ikki never tired to keep from the battles, he just watched over him. That was why he had followed him into Hades.
He had learned that even the power of the phoenix cloth couldn’t control were he would land in the underworld. Unable to find the other Saints he had settled for following the most powerful Cosmos that felt familiar. Predictably he had found the Gold Saints first. At first he hadn’t wanted to believe what he had heard. Shun was Hades? It was impossible! His gentle heart-felt brother could never be the god of Death…right? Then he had been dragged away from his battle by Pandora’s power…and seen the reality with his own eyes. The creature on the throne had been his brother. It looked exactly like him except for the color his hair. But this things eyes were dead . The held none of the gentleness and purity that Shuns had. They were blank, bottomless, almost soulless. He hadn’t wanted to believe, but now he knew, that this thing had once been his brother. As he listened to Pandora chatter on and finally was able to remember what had happened all those years ago, he cursed himself. He had failed to protect Shun, failed to stop this curse from taking hold.
That was why he had gone to Hades, ignored the attacks and the pain that were inflicted on him. If he could just wake up Shun, jar his soul enough then he could have his brother back. Each hit hurt him more than it hurt this god that dared to posses his brother.
Then a miracle. Shun, fought back. Someone how he managed to throw off the gods power for just long enough to cease control of his body once again. Ikki could see his brothers soul behind the darkness of the god that had tried to destroy him. He had dared to hope…only to have it dashed the next moment as Shun asked Ikki to kill him.
How could he? How could Shun ask him to do that? He would have died to protect Shun, he couldn’t destroy him. Then Shun had told him why. Part of him felt a deep pride in his brother because he was willing to die so that others might live. Shun had always been self sacrificing, but to be willing to give up your life to save the world….that was something any Saint was willing to do. But Ikki, in all his wildest dreams never thought Shun would have to, that was what he had been protecting him from! But now Shun had chosen to die and this time Ikki could do nothing to protect him.
If he didn’t kill Shun, first his brothers soul would be destroyed., then the world would be turned into hell and billions would die. Ikki could save Shun’s soul, could save the world, all in exchange for one life. Normally this wasn’t something he would have trouble doing….but this was his brothers life. Even if he wasn’t the one who was really in control, it was still his body….but if he didn’t then Shun would die anyway, as Hades’s soul overrode his own. Ikki closed his eyes then opened them and raced up the stairs, heard Pandora shout in confusion.
There was only one choice after all. He had to kill Hades. He was a Saint, one who was supposed to save the world. He aimed his attack at Hades heart and put his full strength behind the blow…..only to stop at the last second.
Saints were suppose to save the world.
To Ikki his brother was the world.
Now the Phoenix Saint cursed himself. He had broken his promise to Shun. He hadn’t been able to protect him.
And now he wasn’t even strong enough to save him.
Minor details are probably wrong because it was written in a rush after that episode. Might clean it up and post on fanfiction.net someday.
He had failed him. Phoenix Ikki knew he had. Had failed Shun and broken the promise he had made with himself once again.
He had first promised to protect Shun when his brother was little more than a baby. Their mother was dead, their father wasn’t around, and no one else to seemed to care. He had taken Shun and run away then. His little brother was the only thing he cared about and he would allow no one to take him away.
At that time he had no way of knowing that the Graude Fountation was already looking for them. That they wanted two more possible Saints no matter what. That was why when the men in black suits, riding in huge black cars had come shortly after his mothers death, he had grabbed Shun and ran out the back door. He had thought they had come to take them away, and more than likely separate them. So he had ran. That was the first time he had failed his brother and broken the promise he had made himself to always protect Shun. Because that was when Pandora had found him.
Although he hadn’t remembered it until recently, that was when Shun had received the pendent. He should have taken it away from his brother right then! But preoccupied as he was with the thought of loosing his brother he had left it there as he stood up and ran off, not noticing that his brother was wearing a pendant he hadn’t had a few minuets ago.
Eventually the Graude Foundation men had found them. A little boy alone in the streets of Tokyo, carrying a baby attracted quite a bit of attention. After it had been explained that the Graude Foundation wanted both of them and that they would be able to stay together in the orphanage, he had stopped fighting. That was when the pendant had been deemed too dangerous for Shun at that time. He had been given it for safe keeping and one of the men trying to be kind, had assumed that it was there mothers. He, unsuspecting and naive had believed in that explanation. During the ride to the orphanage that would be their home for the next few years, Ikki had looked at his brother and silently promised to protect him.
During the orphanage years that had been easy. Although Shun did grow up to be a crybaby and ridiculously easy to tease into tears, the other orphans left the little boy alone, mostly because they were scared of what Ikki would do to them.
Most soon learned that while Ikki was approachable most of the time, the moment you did anything to his younger brother, he was a demon. One of the strongest of the orphans, and one of the better fighters added to his reputation and besides, every knew that he didn’t care what punishments Tatsumi would give him for fighting. It was easier to leave Shun alone.
Then the time had come for them to leave for their training grounds. If there as one thing that Ikki was grateful for in his life, it was the fact that he was allowed to go to the Death Queen Island training grounds instead of Shun. If Shun had gone to the island, he would have been dead in days. There was no room on the island for anyone with a heart. After giving Shun back the pendant, an act he was still cursing himself for, he had left…and gone to an earthly hell.
The island was one of the most inhospitable places in the world, and even without knowing the truth of the place Ikki would probable have said it was hell. But with the truth in his mind….Ikki knew that he should be glad the place had been destroyed.
There was no softness here. There was no place for the affection and fondness that the others had felt for their masters. His had hated his student and everything round him. He had taught Ikki to hate everything as well, beating the lessons into him on a daily basis. Everyone said he was one of the strongest of the Bronze Saints. Ikki hadn’t told them that he had to be in order to survive. The only thing that had kept him from descending into that pit of rage and hatred had been Esmeralda. She had reminded him of his brother and thus reminded him that there was still life outside of the hell he now found himself in. Then she had died and the last shred of his sanity had died with her. He had descended into the darkness and madness willing to escape the pain. He had killed his own master and in turn became the master over the island, because he was strongest. Still he had hungered for that power, and that was, when he received the letter telling him about the Glaxian wars, he had decided to go. Not to fight for the Gold Cloth that was the prize, but to take it by force!
When he had arrive back in Japan he hadn’t been sane. The darkness had engulfed in he had separated from his past. He hadn’t recognized anyone , not even his brother, when had immerged from the Cloth box. It was until he had watched him battle, until he and Seiya had defeated him, that he was able to climb out from the darkness.
When he did he had been afraid that Shun would be ashamed of him. The phoenix Saint wasn’t scared of death or pain but the thought of his little brother not wanting to see him did. Then he had seen Shun’s eyes and realized his fears were unfounded. Whatever training his little brother had been through, it had not destroyed the gentle spirit that dwelled within him. Shun couldn’t hate him, had been glad that he was sane once again. The others had been glad too, but Shun’s acceptance was what gave him the strength to fight.
After that he had stayed in the background most of the time. Although he had been accepted back by Seiya and a few others, most of the other bronze saints wouldn’t forgive him as easily. Besides, after his time on the Island of Death, he couldn’t settle down in the family group the others had made. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to live beside his brother anymore. The thought that he had once tried to kill him still haunted his thoughts, and he doubted he would ever be able to forgive himself.
Still….he was called the strongest of the Bronze Saints. He followed them into battle, staying in the background until he was needed. Most of the time he came out of protect his brother. Shuns enemies, his enemies, soon learned one thing: In the orphanage it he had said ‘Hurt my brother and I hurt you’ now it was ‘hurt my brother and I kill you’. Those who he fought soon learned that lesson. Still Shun was a Saint and Ikki never tired to keep from the battles, he just watched over him. That was why he had followed him into Hades.
He had learned that even the power of the phoenix cloth couldn’t control were he would land in the underworld. Unable to find the other Saints he had settled for following the most powerful Cosmos that felt familiar. Predictably he had found the Gold Saints first. At first he hadn’t wanted to believe what he had heard. Shun was Hades? It was impossible! His gentle heart-felt brother could never be the god of Death…right? Then he had been dragged away from his battle by Pandora’s power…and seen the reality with his own eyes. The creature on the throne had been his brother. It looked exactly like him except for the color his hair. But this things eyes were dead . The held none of the gentleness and purity that Shuns had. They were blank, bottomless, almost soulless. He hadn’t wanted to believe, but now he knew, that this thing had once been his brother. As he listened to Pandora chatter on and finally was able to remember what had happened all those years ago, he cursed himself. He had failed to protect Shun, failed to stop this curse from taking hold.
That was why he had gone to Hades, ignored the attacks and the pain that were inflicted on him. If he could just wake up Shun, jar his soul enough then he could have his brother back. Each hit hurt him more than it hurt this god that dared to posses his brother.
Then a miracle. Shun, fought back. Someone how he managed to throw off the gods power for just long enough to cease control of his body once again. Ikki could see his brothers soul behind the darkness of the god that had tried to destroy him. He had dared to hope…only to have it dashed the next moment as Shun asked Ikki to kill him.
How could he? How could Shun ask him to do that? He would have died to protect Shun, he couldn’t destroy him. Then Shun had told him why. Part of him felt a deep pride in his brother because he was willing to die so that others might live. Shun had always been self sacrificing, but to be willing to give up your life to save the world….that was something any Saint was willing to do. But Ikki, in all his wildest dreams never thought Shun would have to, that was what he had been protecting him from! But now Shun had chosen to die and this time Ikki could do nothing to protect him.
If he didn’t kill Shun, first his brothers soul would be destroyed., then the world would be turned into hell and billions would die. Ikki could save Shun’s soul, could save the world, all in exchange for one life. Normally this wasn’t something he would have trouble doing….but this was his brothers life. Even if he wasn’t the one who was really in control, it was still his body….but if he didn’t then Shun would die anyway, as Hades’s soul overrode his own. Ikki closed his eyes then opened them and raced up the stairs, heard Pandora shout in confusion.
There was only one choice after all. He had to kill Hades. He was a Saint, one who was supposed to save the world. He aimed his attack at Hades heart and put his full strength behind the blow…..only to stop at the last second.
Saints were suppose to save the world.
To Ikki his brother was the world.
Now the Phoenix Saint cursed himself. He had broken his promise to Shun. He hadn’t been able to protect him.
And now he wasn’t even strong enough to save him.
Minor details are probably wrong because it was written in a rush after that episode. Might clean it up and post on fanfiction.net someday.