[30 Saint Seiya Themes] Fanfic - Infractus Mens, Infractus Os
To those who were expecting a fic like my previous work, sorry to disappoint. This one actually has a plot. Mind, it’s not a very good one, because plots/sequences aren’t my forte. I almost always write introspective pieces where you don’t have to worry about plot, so please don’t hurt me if it needs help.
Also, I’m not trying to imply a pairing of any sort. If you want to interpret it that way, feel free to, but please don’t give me grief about how it’s a bad pair or anything like that, because that wasn’t my intention. That's why that other character's not listed.
*This one and my previous work were both semi-inspired by “Thank You For The Venom” by My Chemical Romance. Awesome song. Listen to it. XD
Title: Infractus Mens, Infractus Os
Author: personsama
Character: Pisces Aphrodite
List: A
Theme: #2 - Mask
Warnings: Blood
Disclaimer: When Masami Kurumada created Saint Seiya, he did something uber-awesome - gave Aphrodite the same birthday (March 10) as Chuck Norris!
Words: 1631
Masquerade n An action or appearance that is mere disguise or outward show. vi 1 a : to disguise oneself or go about disguised b : to take part in a masquerade 2 : to assume the appearance of something one is not.
Damn bitch and her damn agendas. I have much better things I could be doing. These were the thoughts of Pisces Aphrodite as he went up the stairs back to his Temple. He had just gotten finished sparring with Milo and Camus, and he was exhausted. Athena wanted her Saints to be at their primes in case she ever struck up a fight with another god, and Aphrodite didn’t really see the point in that.
I don’t really see the point in that. That staff of hers will give victory to whoever she wants to win, which, for a goddess of justice, is rather biased. He opened the doors to the temple’s apartments, and a gust of cool air greeted him. Thank the gods for this place having no greenhouse effect. You see, the ceilings of the temple’s back rooms was made out of blue glass, which, in addition to giving it an almost corny underwater look, somehow defied the laws of physics and kept the temple cool. Since the Mediterranean climate of Greece was far different from the cooler climates of Sweden and Greenland, this was a welcome effect.
Anyway, Aphrodite walked in. Looking around, he saw the deck on a table, right where he had left it that morning. Shuffle for a count of 15, cut into three piles, and arrange those piles in any way you choose. He drew a card. XXI - The World - a symbol of completion. This time I won’t stop myself, and I’ll finally go through with it.
Aphrodite reached for a nearby switchblade. As old and battered as it was, it was still his greatest treasure. Even more precious to him than the Pisces Cloth, his brother had given it to him just before he left for Greenland. He flicked his wrist, and the blade came out. He ran a finger lightly down the blade’s length, and drew blood. Good. Still sharp enough to carry out my plans. He took the blade and walked to the bathroom, turned on the water, and let it warm up.
Better do it now, while the water’s still warm. He made two slashes. Dark red blood flowed out without any signs of slowing down. It merged with the water, as well as got all over the bathroom. A red haze settled in front of his eyes, and a small smile curved up the corners of his lips. This is what it feels like to take your life by your own hand. Athena, let this be permanent, I have my reasons, I promise…
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Shaka made his way down the steps leading to the Kyoukou’s chamber, having just given Shion the results of the sparring matches earlier that day. It was a warm day in the middle of summer, and he took advantage of it by taking the longer route back to the Virgo Temple. Passing the Twelfth House, Shaka sensed a massive amount of blood. That’s strange. Aphrodite didn’t get any wounds today. At least, none that would him bleed that badly. Shaka entered the temple.
“Aphrodite!” The only response was an echo of the Saint’s name reverbating around the outer walls of the seemingly deserted temple.
“Aphrodite!” The response was the same. Shaka went toward the temple’s apartments and paused in front of them. By now, he was sure that there was blood behind those doors, and almost as if to confirm his feeling, he could faintly smell it as well. He pushed open the doors. The smell of blood was much more prevalent now than when the doors were closed. Looking around, he saw a flash of ice blue among the deeper sea colors.
“Aphrodite!” He ran and paused upon seeing the said Saint facedown, with the water almost at a level to drown him. He ran to Aphrodite’s unconsicous body, and almost got sick when he realized that the source of the water’s red stain was coming from two seemingly endless streams beginning at Aphrodite’s wrists. Shaka checked for his vital signs. Still there…barely…come on, Aphrodite, don’t die on me… He pulled him out of the water, and his eyelids fluttered.
“Sha…ka…?”
“Don’t try to talk, Aphrodite. You’ll only wear yourself out more.” Looking around, he found two (conveniently placed) rags to use as bandages, and tied them around his wrists.
“Shaka…take them off…”
“No, you idiot. I’m trying to help you. Besides, you’ll die if I do.” Aphrodite moaned, and his eyes closed. Shaka sighed and picked him up. I’ll have to carry him to Shion’s chamber, it’s closer…damn, he’s so light! I hope it’s not because he’s lost too much blood… He burst thorugh the doors, and Saori screamed.
“Shaka! What happened?!” Shion ran over. “Is he still alive?”
“Barely.”
“Hurry! Get him to a hospital in Athens!” Saori seemed to have recovered from her initial shock.
“You should go with them, my lady.” She nodded and followed the attendants and an unconscious Aphrodite out of the room.
“You’re covered in blood…are you all right?”
“I’m fine…Shion, will he be okay?”
“I’m sure he will, thanks to you. Clean up and rest. You look like you could use some.”
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Aphrodite’s eyes opened. He looked around, and if it wasn’t for the morphine running through his systems, he would have jumped up and gotten out of there. Because he couldn’t, and because he was so lethargic from the drugs, he just lay where he was, and absorbed his surroundings.
“Shaka? Where am I? What are you doing here?”
“You’re in a hospital in Athens, and I’m here because Athena has been sending Saints to keep an eye on you.”
“It’s not like I could do anything. How long was I out for?”
“Three weeks.”
“That long?”
“You woke up several times earlier, but this is the first time you’ve been lucid.”
“Ah.”
“Athena wants to know your reasons for…doing what you did.”
“That’s nice.”
“Why did you do it?”
“Why did you help me?”
“Aphrodite, talk to me. Everyone forgave you. You had no problems, unlike the rest of us.”
“Shaka, I suppose being God makes you as naïve as Shun. Haven’t you ever heard the saying that those with the biggest smiles wear the thickest masks?”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Things I don’t plan on telling to anyone. My reasons are my own, Shaka. Leave me alone.”
“Aphrodite, I just want to help you.”
“Like everyone else, and they never lived up to their intentions.”
Shaka sighed. “Fine. Be that way. But when Athena forces you to talk, know that you once had the option.” He got up and walked to the door. “Aphrodite…” He turned around and walked out.
Aphrodite felt his lips curl into a sneer. Fools. They’ll never understand. He hated it at that hospital. For reason he couldn’t quite explain, he felt more open and vulnerable there than anywhere else, like his memories were an open book. If Athena knew the things I’ve done, I’d definitely be kicked out of Sanctuary. Suddenly, memories hit him like a hurricane, memories of being raped by his father, being a whore in Sweden, torture in Greenland, being used as a whore again in Sanctuary… He screamed. Shaka, who had been waiting outside in case Aphrodite changed his mind, rushed in.
“Aphrodite!”
“Get out of my head!”
“Aphrodite, calm down. It’s okay.” Shaka wrapped his arms around him and held Aphrodite’s head to his chest.
“No no no no no no no…”
“Calm down, everything’s going to be all right…” He could hardly believe that this was the same Pisces Saint who, just moments ago, had seemed so calm and in control of his emotions. What could have happened to him…Is this what it’s like to watch someone lose their mind while knowing there’s nothing you can do? In a matter of minutes, the once proud Saint was reduced to a sobbing wreck, clinging to Shaka out of pure need for human contact. Soon, he had worn himself out, and was sleeping heavily. Shaka smiled. Aphrodite was still clinging to him in his sleep, as much as he had when he was awake. I can’t possibly leave him now. He moved Aphrodite over, and lay down next to him. Soon, he too was caught in the calm of sleep.
Also, I’m not trying to imply a pairing of any sort. If you want to interpret it that way, feel free to, but please don’t give me grief about how it’s a bad pair or anything like that, because that wasn’t my intention. That's why that other character's not listed.
*This one and my previous work were both semi-inspired by “Thank You For The Venom” by My Chemical Romance. Awesome song. Listen to it. XD
Title: Infractus Mens, Infractus Os
Author: personsama
Character: Pisces Aphrodite
List: A
Theme: #2 - Mask
Warnings: Blood
Disclaimer: When Masami Kurumada created Saint Seiya, he did something uber-awesome - gave Aphrodite the same birthday (March 10) as Chuck Norris!
Words: 1631
Masquerade n An action or appearance that is mere disguise or outward show. vi 1 a : to disguise oneself or go about disguised b : to take part in a masquerade 2 : to assume the appearance of something one is not.
Damn bitch and her damn agendas. I have much better things I could be doing. These were the thoughts of Pisces Aphrodite as he went up the stairs back to his Temple. He had just gotten finished sparring with Milo and Camus, and he was exhausted. Athena wanted her Saints to be at their primes in case she ever struck up a fight with another god, and Aphrodite didn’t really see the point in that.
I don’t really see the point in that. That staff of hers will give victory to whoever she wants to win, which, for a goddess of justice, is rather biased. He opened the doors to the temple’s apartments, and a gust of cool air greeted him. Thank the gods for this place having no greenhouse effect. You see, the ceilings of the temple’s back rooms was made out of blue glass, which, in addition to giving it an almost corny underwater look, somehow defied the laws of physics and kept the temple cool. Since the Mediterranean climate of Greece was far different from the cooler climates of Sweden and Greenland, this was a welcome effect.
Anyway, Aphrodite walked in. Looking around, he saw the deck on a table, right where he had left it that morning. Shuffle for a count of 15, cut into three piles, and arrange those piles in any way you choose. He drew a card. XXI - The World - a symbol of completion. This time I won’t stop myself, and I’ll finally go through with it.
Aphrodite reached for a nearby switchblade. As old and battered as it was, it was still his greatest treasure. Even more precious to him than the Pisces Cloth, his brother had given it to him just before he left for Greenland. He flicked his wrist, and the blade came out. He ran a finger lightly down the blade’s length, and drew blood. Good. Still sharp enough to carry out my plans. He took the blade and walked to the bathroom, turned on the water, and let it warm up.
Better do it now, while the water’s still warm. He made two slashes. Dark red blood flowed out without any signs of slowing down. It merged with the water, as well as got all over the bathroom. A red haze settled in front of his eyes, and a small smile curved up the corners of his lips. This is what it feels like to take your life by your own hand. Athena, let this be permanent, I have my reasons, I promise…
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Shaka made his way down the steps leading to the Kyoukou’s chamber, having just given Shion the results of the sparring matches earlier that day. It was a warm day in the middle of summer, and he took advantage of it by taking the longer route back to the Virgo Temple. Passing the Twelfth House, Shaka sensed a massive amount of blood. That’s strange. Aphrodite didn’t get any wounds today. At least, none that would him bleed that badly. Shaka entered the temple.
“Aphrodite!” The only response was an echo of the Saint’s name reverbating around the outer walls of the seemingly deserted temple.
“Aphrodite!” The response was the same. Shaka went toward the temple’s apartments and paused in front of them. By now, he was sure that there was blood behind those doors, and almost as if to confirm his feeling, he could faintly smell it as well. He pushed open the doors. The smell of blood was much more prevalent now than when the doors were closed. Looking around, he saw a flash of ice blue among the deeper sea colors.
“Aphrodite!” He ran and paused upon seeing the said Saint facedown, with the water almost at a level to drown him. He ran to Aphrodite’s unconsicous body, and almost got sick when he realized that the source of the water’s red stain was coming from two seemingly endless streams beginning at Aphrodite’s wrists. Shaka checked for his vital signs. Still there…barely…come on, Aphrodite, don’t die on me… He pulled him out of the water, and his eyelids fluttered.
“Sha…ka…?”
“Don’t try to talk, Aphrodite. You’ll only wear yourself out more.” Looking around, he found two (conveniently placed) rags to use as bandages, and tied them around his wrists.
“Shaka…take them off…”
“No, you idiot. I’m trying to help you. Besides, you’ll die if I do.” Aphrodite moaned, and his eyes closed. Shaka sighed and picked him up. I’ll have to carry him to Shion’s chamber, it’s closer…damn, he’s so light! I hope it’s not because he’s lost too much blood… He burst thorugh the doors, and Saori screamed.
“Shaka! What happened?!” Shion ran over. “Is he still alive?”
“Barely.”
“Hurry! Get him to a hospital in Athens!” Saori seemed to have recovered from her initial shock.
“You should go with them, my lady.” She nodded and followed the attendants and an unconscious Aphrodite out of the room.
“You’re covered in blood…are you all right?”
“I’m fine…Shion, will he be okay?”
“I’m sure he will, thanks to you. Clean up and rest. You look like you could use some.”
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Aphrodite’s eyes opened. He looked around, and if it wasn’t for the morphine running through his systems, he would have jumped up and gotten out of there. Because he couldn’t, and because he was so lethargic from the drugs, he just lay where he was, and absorbed his surroundings.
“Shaka? Where am I? What are you doing here?”
“You’re in a hospital in Athens, and I’m here because Athena has been sending Saints to keep an eye on you.”
“It’s not like I could do anything. How long was I out for?”
“Three weeks.”
“That long?”
“You woke up several times earlier, but this is the first time you’ve been lucid.”
“Ah.”
“Athena wants to know your reasons for…doing what you did.”
“That’s nice.”
“Why did you do it?”
“Why did you help me?”
“Aphrodite, talk to me. Everyone forgave you. You had no problems, unlike the rest of us.”
“Shaka, I suppose being God makes you as naïve as Shun. Haven’t you ever heard the saying that those with the biggest smiles wear the thickest masks?”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Things I don’t plan on telling to anyone. My reasons are my own, Shaka. Leave me alone.”
“Aphrodite, I just want to help you.”
“Like everyone else, and they never lived up to their intentions.”
Shaka sighed. “Fine. Be that way. But when Athena forces you to talk, know that you once had the option.” He got up and walked to the door. “Aphrodite…” He turned around and walked out.
Aphrodite felt his lips curl into a sneer. Fools. They’ll never understand. He hated it at that hospital. For reason he couldn’t quite explain, he felt more open and vulnerable there than anywhere else, like his memories were an open book. If Athena knew the things I’ve done, I’d definitely be kicked out of Sanctuary. Suddenly, memories hit him like a hurricane, memories of being raped by his father, being a whore in Sweden, torture in Greenland, being used as a whore again in Sanctuary… He screamed. Shaka, who had been waiting outside in case Aphrodite changed his mind, rushed in.
“Aphrodite!”
“Get out of my head!”
“Aphrodite, calm down. It’s okay.” Shaka wrapped his arms around him and held Aphrodite’s head to his chest.
“No no no no no no no…”
“Calm down, everything’s going to be all right…” He could hardly believe that this was the same Pisces Saint who, just moments ago, had seemed so calm and in control of his emotions. What could have happened to him…Is this what it’s like to watch someone lose their mind while knowing there’s nothing you can do? In a matter of minutes, the once proud Saint was reduced to a sobbing wreck, clinging to Shaka out of pure need for human contact. Soon, he had worn himself out, and was sleeping heavily. Shaka smiled. Aphrodite was still clinging to him in his sleep, as much as he had when he was awake. I can’t possibly leave him now. He moved Aphrodite over, and lay down next to him. Soon, he too was caught in the calm of sleep.