Saint Seiya - Kanon fic (AU)
I almost forgot to post this fic here. ^^;
And hey, for once, a fic of mines that isn't yaoi, since it's AU. XD;; *lol*
Warning : It's very sad.
I hope you're not feeling down when you read it. ^^;;
Rating : Believe it or not, PG. Unless angsts counts as PG13. XD
No sex at all.
Pairing : Light Saga x Kanon.
And Beware, it's AU, and Kanon is a girl. XD
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FIC : Bubbles Dancing in the Dawn.
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Saga x Kanon
Rating : PG (Unless angst makes it PG13)
Warnings : AU like Whoa.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya. Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it. Soon or later, the angst will kill me.
Thanks: To my wonderful beta, Dani! :D
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Written for :
20_aus
[Theme: #21. Blowing bubbles by the railroad tracks]
Also for 30_angsts
[Themes: #21. touching the illusion, #19. Sadness and #26. Surreal reality.] <-- Because it was just TOO angsty not to post there, despite the AU.
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1. 2. 3...
Three steps to the left, she tiptoed cheerfully, holding the little cup of soapy water in her hands.
1. 2. 3.
Three to the right. The bubbles flew all around her. She giggled, her senses filled with an innocent pleasure.
The dim light of the dawn felt cold on her skin, and yet she laughed and spun around in circles, mock dance moves guiding her steps.
The grass tickled her feet unprotected by the open sandals, and the morning breeze made her legs slightly cold. She wore a short summer dress, green or perhaps yellow. Hard to tell with the rising sun rays coloring everything in pink and yellowish orange tones.
Blowing bubbles by the railroad tracks.
The shadows were becoming shorter and shorter…. shrinking towards the old tree the twins used to play on, towards the rocks, behind every lump of the ground… they melted away as if scared of the sun that rose over the little hill and filled the little place with its gentle yet still feeble light.
Light.
Light and memories.
The little greek railroad crossing was filled with them.
She laughed again. In her mind, she was dancing with him. A fake-ballet step here, a mock tango gesture there, and the imaginary Saga would catch her in his strong arms before she fell to the ground. She blew bubbles at him, and he smiled, with that gentle sadness that always filled his eyes.
Only there was no Saga. The bubbles went through an empty illusion and up into the sky, pink, blue and fuchsia swirling on the soapy moist surface of each little sphere.
Her heart felt like breaking apart, but she quickly dismissed it and spun around again.
1. 2. 3…
Three little steps in the grass, and she blew more bubbles, chasing her imaginary twin. The illusion back in place, she giggled and blew more and more bubbles, the air around her filling with them.
1. 2. 3.
She danced in the middle of the bubbles, her steps carefully measured so that she wouldn’t trip on the rail tracks or on the thick timbers underneath them. Her sandals lifted tiny clumps of sand here and there on the ground still wet from the morning dew, and the grass gently plied under her feet.
Little round butterflies of color swirled around her, their wet caress on her naked arms leaving soapy kiss marks on her skin. She giggled, the bubbles tickled her.
In her mind, Saga held her hand and laughed too.
Only there was no Saga. And she missed her twin’s laughter so very much.
But there could be no Saga, after all. It was her fault that he was dead. Because she wasn’t worthy, he had to die.
For her.
By her fault.
A muffled sob nearly broke the magic in the air, but she swallowed it back and spun around again, hoping to shake off the grief in her dance for just a few more moments.
Bubbles flew all around her, and for a second, she was in a little paradise of light and color, where everything smiled back at her, pure and safe.
Pure and safe like she would never be. Like Saga tried to keep her.
The sun rays were getting a little stronger, but the sky was still filled with the dawn colors. The cold of the morning would soon be replaced by the warmth of the sun on her face.
The train whistle seemed almost out of place in that scene, but it was beautiful. The bubbles danced to the tune of its whistle, a music that kept on going, filling the air little by little.
She laughed again, a pure and crystalline laughter, genuinely cheerful.
Saga was leaning over her, his lips approaching hers. He had the most beautiful smile, and for the first time in years, it seemed like there was no sadness in his eyes.
She smiled back, melting into the surreal reality of that unreal contact.
The train whistle had finally stopped.
The air was still, except for the last bubbles dancing softly in the sunlight. The sun would get stronger, and soon, the sky would be blue again. Blue like his eyes.
She smiled softly, before closing her eyes.
There was blood on the grass, and the sand was no longer moist only with the morning dew.
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Sagakure, January 15th, 2006
Notes: As you noticed, this is AU. Ignore the fact that Saga & Kanon should have green eyes, not blue, as well as the fact that Kanon isn’t a girl, and that Saga never died for her/him. It’s all for the AU. :)
And hey, for once, a fic of mines that isn't yaoi, since it's AU. XD;; *lol*
Warning : It's very sad.
I hope you're not feeling down when you read it. ^^;;
Rating : Believe it or not, PG. Unless angsts counts as PG13. XD
No sex at all.
Pairing : Light Saga x Kanon.
And Beware, it's AU, and Kanon is a girl. XD
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FIC : Bubbles Dancing in the Dawn.
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Saga x Kanon
Rating : PG (Unless angst makes it PG13)
Warnings : AU like Whoa.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya. Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it. Soon or later, the angst will kill me.
Thanks: To my wonderful beta, Dani! :D
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Written for :
20_aus
[Theme: #21. Blowing bubbles by the railroad tracks]
Also for 30_angsts
[Themes: #21. touching the illusion, #19. Sadness and #26. Surreal reality.] <-- Because it was just TOO angsty not to post there, despite the AU.
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1. 2. 3...
Three steps to the left, she tiptoed cheerfully, holding the little cup of soapy water in her hands.
1. 2. 3.
Three to the right. The bubbles flew all around her. She giggled, her senses filled with an innocent pleasure.
The dim light of the dawn felt cold on her skin, and yet she laughed and spun around in circles, mock dance moves guiding her steps.
The grass tickled her feet unprotected by the open sandals, and the morning breeze made her legs slightly cold. She wore a short summer dress, green or perhaps yellow. Hard to tell with the rising sun rays coloring everything in pink and yellowish orange tones.
Blowing bubbles by the railroad tracks.
The shadows were becoming shorter and shorter…. shrinking towards the old tree the twins used to play on, towards the rocks, behind every lump of the ground… they melted away as if scared of the sun that rose over the little hill and filled the little place with its gentle yet still feeble light.
Light.
Light and memories.
The little greek railroad crossing was filled with them.
She laughed again. In her mind, she was dancing with him. A fake-ballet step here, a mock tango gesture there, and the imaginary Saga would catch her in his strong arms before she fell to the ground. She blew bubbles at him, and he smiled, with that gentle sadness that always filled his eyes.
Only there was no Saga. The bubbles went through an empty illusion and up into the sky, pink, blue and fuchsia swirling on the soapy moist surface of each little sphere.
Her heart felt like breaking apart, but she quickly dismissed it and spun around again.
1. 2. 3…
Three little steps in the grass, and she blew more bubbles, chasing her imaginary twin. The illusion back in place, she giggled and blew more and more bubbles, the air around her filling with them.
1. 2. 3.
She danced in the middle of the bubbles, her steps carefully measured so that she wouldn’t trip on the rail tracks or on the thick timbers underneath them. Her sandals lifted tiny clumps of sand here and there on the ground still wet from the morning dew, and the grass gently plied under her feet.
Little round butterflies of color swirled around her, their wet caress on her naked arms leaving soapy kiss marks on her skin. She giggled, the bubbles tickled her.
In her mind, Saga held her hand and laughed too.
Only there was no Saga. And she missed her twin’s laughter so very much.
But there could be no Saga, after all. It was her fault that he was dead. Because she wasn’t worthy, he had to die.
For her.
By her fault.
A muffled sob nearly broke the magic in the air, but she swallowed it back and spun around again, hoping to shake off the grief in her dance for just a few more moments.
Bubbles flew all around her, and for a second, she was in a little paradise of light and color, where everything smiled back at her, pure and safe.
Pure and safe like she would never be. Like Saga tried to keep her.
The sun rays were getting a little stronger, but the sky was still filled with the dawn colors. The cold of the morning would soon be replaced by the warmth of the sun on her face.
The train whistle seemed almost out of place in that scene, but it was beautiful. The bubbles danced to the tune of its whistle, a music that kept on going, filling the air little by little.
She laughed again, a pure and crystalline laughter, genuinely cheerful.
Saga was leaning over her, his lips approaching hers. He had the most beautiful smile, and for the first time in years, it seemed like there was no sadness in his eyes.
She smiled back, melting into the surreal reality of that unreal contact.
The train whistle had finally stopped.
The air was still, except for the last bubbles dancing softly in the sunlight. The sun would get stronger, and soon, the sky would be blue again. Blue like his eyes.
She smiled softly, before closing her eyes.
There was blood on the grass, and the sand was no longer moist only with the morning dew.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sagakure, January 15th, 2006
Notes: As you noticed, this is AU. Ignore the fact that Saga & Kanon should have green eyes, not blue, as well as the fact that Kanon isn’t a girl, and that Saga never died for her/him. It’s all for the AU. :)