[30² StS Themes-B] Shura - Pals (part 3)
Title: Pals
Author: ghaidin
Character: Shura (with lots of Deathmask lurking around)
List: B
Themes: #4 (gold)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
Words: aprox 1460
Part I. Destiny
Part II Prayer)
Part III. Gold
Gold
Finally, steps. Someone was coming up the stairs and, judging by the glow in the dim light of the stars, that someone was wearing a gold cloth.
Shura jumped to his feet and squinted trying to make out whom it may be. As details grew visible, so did his smile. The newcomer had short blue hair and dark skin. And the old Cancer Saint had none of those.
Rushing out to meet his friend, Shura called out the name he had breathed to himself years ago while running after a child who thought he could fool destiny.
- I’m so glad you’re here. I was getting worried, pal!
The slap came like a sting, but it was the words that burnt.
- That’s Gold Cancer Saint Deathmask, for you. I’m a gold saint and you’re just a trainee. Things could change one day, but until then make sure you remember your place… boy.
The words were cold and detached, as was the expression of the man who had been his friend for years. With his right hand, the new Cancer saint shoved aside a speechless Shura and made his way past him.
Standing at exit of his temple, the Capricorn Saint nodded and made way for the newest saint, blocking the exit again as soon as the young man left.
Shura wasn’t sure whether he run or walked following his friend, but his master’s hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
- It’s way past your bedtime, kid.
Peering over his master’s shoulders, Shura could still make out his friend -walking towards the Aquarius’ Temple. When he raised his left hand, Shura felt relieved. That had been their usual “goodbye, see you later” for years. Something strange was going on, but his friend was still the same person -even if he went by that horrible name, Deathmask, now.
But instead of the usual wave and turning of face to share a last smile before departing, the Cancer saint’s hand ignited with power, and in the golden light Shura saw he wasn’t walking towards the Kyoko’s chambers empty-handed.
Shining in the light, the mask’s eyes seemed to stare straight through Shura. The face was contorted, lips curled as if to scream- truly a horrible expression embedded in the golden material. But most terrifying was the realization that he had seen that face countless times before, whenever he went down to the Cancer Temple. And for some reason Shura knew this wasn’t a mere mask, but an eternal prison for the soul of the man who had lived and owned the Fourth Temple until this night.
The golden light shone brighter as it engulfed the child who had been his friend, who had run away and come back to master his destiny and conquer the precious gold cloth, who had been the recipient of Shura’s sinful prayers. Falling on his knees, Shura felt his stomach twist and turn until it emptied itself on the marble steps of the Temple’s back entrance.
Author: ghaidin
Character: Shura (with lots of Deathmask lurking around)
List: B
Themes: #4 (gold)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
Words: aprox 1460
Part I. Destiny
Part II Prayer)
Part III. Gold
Gold
Finally, steps. Someone was coming up the stairs and, judging by the glow in the dim light of the stars, that someone was wearing a gold cloth.
Shura jumped to his feet and squinted trying to make out whom it may be. As details grew visible, so did his smile. The newcomer had short blue hair and dark skin. And the old Cancer Saint had none of those.
Rushing out to meet his friend, Shura called out the name he had breathed to himself years ago while running after a child who thought he could fool destiny.
- I’m so glad you’re here. I was getting worried, pal!
The slap came like a sting, but it was the words that burnt.
- That’s Gold Cancer Saint Deathmask, for you. I’m a gold saint and you’re just a trainee. Things could change one day, but until then make sure you remember your place… boy.
The words were cold and detached, as was the expression of the man who had been his friend for years. With his right hand, the new Cancer saint shoved aside a speechless Shura and made his way past him.
Standing at exit of his temple, the Capricorn Saint nodded and made way for the newest saint, blocking the exit again as soon as the young man left.
Shura wasn’t sure whether he run or walked following his friend, but his master’s hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
- It’s way past your bedtime, kid.
Peering over his master’s shoulders, Shura could still make out his friend -walking towards the Aquarius’ Temple. When he raised his left hand, Shura felt relieved. That had been their usual “goodbye, see you later” for years. Something strange was going on, but his friend was still the same person -even if he went by that horrible name, Deathmask, now.
But instead of the usual wave and turning of face to share a last smile before departing, the Cancer saint’s hand ignited with power, and in the golden light Shura saw he wasn’t walking towards the Kyoko’s chambers empty-handed.
Shining in the light, the mask’s eyes seemed to stare straight through Shura. The face was contorted, lips curled as if to scream- truly a horrible expression embedded in the golden material. But most terrifying was the realization that he had seen that face countless times before, whenever he went down to the Cancer Temple. And for some reason Shura knew this wasn’t a mere mask, but an eternal prison for the soul of the man who had lived and owned the Fourth Temple until this night.
The golden light shone brighter as it engulfed the child who had been his friend, who had run away and come back to master his destiny and conquer the precious gold cloth, who had been the recipient of Shura’s sinful prayers. Falling on his knees, Shura felt his stomach twist and turn until it emptied itself on the marble steps of the Temple’s back entrance.