[Fics: 100 prompts ] 012
Theme: 012 - Orange
Words: 913
Characters: Aiolos, Saga
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
012 - Orange
Aiolos didn’t mind doing as his master asked but he wished, as he sat on a rock to take a breath, Saga hadn’t hid so well. He looked at the scenery around him, paying close attention to every place that looked like it could work as a hideout. He had guessed the boy wouldn’t be anywhere nearby, as his cosmo -uncontrolled and still expanding- couldn’t be sensed.
He stood up and stretched his arms, picking up the bag he had left on the ground. “You might get him to approach you with this,” had said his master, but now Aiolos wondered if he would get to offer them to Saga. If he had tried to escape from the Sanctuary, the boy would now be another pile among the hundreds of corpses in the borders of the heavy guarded territory.
To Aiolos’ relief, the search ended when he reached the bottom of the hill. Saga was standing on a plateau above the Sanctuary’s shore, his legs dangling on the border. As he first saw him, his heart began to pound, afraid a sudden movement would make the other boy throw himself down. To his surprise, Saga was the first to speak.
“I thought that man would come for me.”
Aiolos neared him with slow steps, so he was standing right behind him. He looked at Saga’s back, as if it could answer a silent request. The child nodded, allowing the other to take a seat next to him.
While the sea breeze allowed Aiolos to rest, he opened his bag and extended his right arm towards Saga. One of the fruits his master had given him lied on his opened hand.
“Master brought these oranges from the village. They are my favorites,” Aiolos explained, the smile of his face broad as Saga accepted it.
“Why didn’t he come?” Saga asked, his nails digging into the peel. He had refused to learn the name and the rank of the man that had called himself his master.
“Did you want him to?” Aiolos replied with another question. He pressed his finger into the middle of the orange and split it into two, to eat each segment separately. In the silence that followed his words, from time to time he’d glance at Saga from the corner of his eye.
“I’m… not sure,” he finally answered. The first bite he took of the fruit caused his face to scrunch up at the sharp taste.
“The Gemini Saint and my master thought it would be better for me to search. They were worried you wouldn’t let them find you.”
“I don’t want to be here…” Saga whispered. He shifted his gaze to the side, looking at the brown haired boy for the first time. Even if they were the same age, the fact that Aiolos had been for a few more weeks in the Sanctuary was obvious in the way he handled himself in the strange place, as if it were already his home.
“It’s the same for everyone in the beginning,” Aiolos reassured him and resumed eating the fruit. He expected that, since it hadn’t been too difficult for him to adjust, it would go as smooth with all the other children.
Saga put down the half-eaten orange on his lap and turned to Aiolos. Before he could say anything, their cosmo began to reach out for the other, synchronizing. The energy that had scared and overwhelmed him since the moment it was born was now suddenly comforting. Saga realized that what he feared was nothing else than an extension of his self. It was part of him, just like his hands and feet. Like every other part of his organism.
His cosmo began to balance itself. Instead of a shapeless energy, it was similar to the course of a river. Unstoppable. Focused. He could feel it run through him, to the outside, until it stopped and waited.
It was waiting for him to accept it.
“You shouldn’t fear your master. He wants you to learn more about your cosmo, about yourself,” Aiolos said. His cosmo, now that it had achieved its task, lowered. “I haven’t learned much yet but what I know so far… I can’t help but feel that I have to know more. I want to know more. Not only about my cosmo, but about the Sanctuary and the goddess my master keeps talking about.”
The cosmo that had seemed like a burden Saga couldn’t carry any longer, was now surrounding him in a comforting embrace. The sensation took the words out of his mouth and all he could think of doing was playing with the fruit in his hands as he sought for an appropriate response to Aiolos.
Aiolos looked at the bag next to him and pointed at the content. “There are more oranges, in case you’d like to eat more.”
Saga nodded. He brought the fruit to his mouth and ate it with more enthusiasm than all the other foods he’d have for the past months, since his cosmo woke up. Only now he realized how sweet it was, how fresh the juice felt, and he wondered if the dishes his master had offered and he had refused would have tasted just as good.
Aiolos stood up and picked the bag. He took a careful look at the other boy before he said: “We can eat them on our way back to the temples, don’t you think?”
Saga answered with a smile.
Words: 913
Characters: Aiolos, Saga
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
012 - Orange
Aiolos didn’t mind doing as his master asked but he wished, as he sat on a rock to take a breath, Saga hadn’t hid so well. He looked at the scenery around him, paying close attention to every place that looked like it could work as a hideout. He had guessed the boy wouldn’t be anywhere nearby, as his cosmo -uncontrolled and still expanding- couldn’t be sensed.
He stood up and stretched his arms, picking up the bag he had left on the ground. “You might get him to approach you with this,” had said his master, but now Aiolos wondered if he would get to offer them to Saga. If he had tried to escape from the Sanctuary, the boy would now be another pile among the hundreds of corpses in the borders of the heavy guarded territory.
To Aiolos’ relief, the search ended when he reached the bottom of the hill. Saga was standing on a plateau above the Sanctuary’s shore, his legs dangling on the border. As he first saw him, his heart began to pound, afraid a sudden movement would make the other boy throw himself down. To his surprise, Saga was the first to speak.
“I thought that man would come for me.”
Aiolos neared him with slow steps, so he was standing right behind him. He looked at Saga’s back, as if it could answer a silent request. The child nodded, allowing the other to take a seat next to him.
While the sea breeze allowed Aiolos to rest, he opened his bag and extended his right arm towards Saga. One of the fruits his master had given him lied on his opened hand.
“Master brought these oranges from the village. They are my favorites,” Aiolos explained, the smile of his face broad as Saga accepted it.
“Why didn’t he come?” Saga asked, his nails digging into the peel. He had refused to learn the name and the rank of the man that had called himself his master.
“Did you want him to?” Aiolos replied with another question. He pressed his finger into the middle of the orange and split it into two, to eat each segment separately. In the silence that followed his words, from time to time he’d glance at Saga from the corner of his eye.
“I’m… not sure,” he finally answered. The first bite he took of the fruit caused his face to scrunch up at the sharp taste.
“The Gemini Saint and my master thought it would be better for me to search. They were worried you wouldn’t let them find you.”
“I don’t want to be here…” Saga whispered. He shifted his gaze to the side, looking at the brown haired boy for the first time. Even if they were the same age, the fact that Aiolos had been for a few more weeks in the Sanctuary was obvious in the way he handled himself in the strange place, as if it were already his home.
“It’s the same for everyone in the beginning,” Aiolos reassured him and resumed eating the fruit. He expected that, since it hadn’t been too difficult for him to adjust, it would go as smooth with all the other children.
Saga put down the half-eaten orange on his lap and turned to Aiolos. Before he could say anything, their cosmo began to reach out for the other, synchronizing. The energy that had scared and overwhelmed him since the moment it was born was now suddenly comforting. Saga realized that what he feared was nothing else than an extension of his self. It was part of him, just like his hands and feet. Like every other part of his organism.
His cosmo began to balance itself. Instead of a shapeless energy, it was similar to the course of a river. Unstoppable. Focused. He could feel it run through him, to the outside, until it stopped and waited.
It was waiting for him to accept it.
“You shouldn’t fear your master. He wants you to learn more about your cosmo, about yourself,” Aiolos said. His cosmo, now that it had achieved its task, lowered. “I haven’t learned much yet but what I know so far… I can’t help but feel that I have to know more. I want to know more. Not only about my cosmo, but about the Sanctuary and the goddess my master keeps talking about.”
The cosmo that had seemed like a burden Saga couldn’t carry any longer, was now surrounding him in a comforting embrace. The sensation took the words out of his mouth and all he could think of doing was playing with the fruit in his hands as he sought for an appropriate response to Aiolos.
Aiolos looked at the bag next to him and pointed at the content. “There are more oranges, in case you’d like to eat more.”
Saga nodded. He brought the fruit to his mouth and ate it with more enthusiasm than all the other foods he’d have for the past months, since his cosmo woke up. Only now he realized how sweet it was, how fresh the juice felt, and he wondered if the dishes his master had offered and he had refused would have tasted just as good.
Aiolos stood up and picked the bag. He took a careful look at the other boy before he said: “We can eat them on our way back to the temples, don’t you think?”
Saga answered with a smile.