Watching From Afar (Saint Seiya fic)
Somehow, writing fics for the Valentine's Day has become a kind of tradition. Only that this time it's a different fandom, in which hardly anyone can be interested.
Happy Valentines.
Title: Watching From Afar
Characters: Pandora, Kagaho
Genre: General
Rating: G/K
Word count: 717
Warnings: None
Summary: She's been watching Kagaho since the beginning, telling herself it's all for Hades' sake. In honour of my newly found OTP. No spoilers, although the story is inspired by chapter 166. Which I love, BTW.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Saint Seiya D:
WATCHING FROM AFAR
I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are
Strange And Beautiful by Aqualung
Sometimes, she does it in secret. Her eyes follow him, sometimes according to her will and sometimes not. She watches him warily, wondering why his appearance will always result in evoking some unidentified emotions which she can’t understand. If she followed the common sense, she would trust Hades’ judgment and learn to tolerate Kagaho, but the common sense fails her. She knows that Kagaho is not like other Spectres; he avoids them when he can. It bothers her a lot, as no matter how hard she tries, she can’t figure out what he has on his mind. Every time she sees him, the quiet voice in her head wakes, warning her against some undefined threat with which Kagaho is connected in some way.
Sometimes she watches him openly, keeping the eye on both, Hades and him, and wondering what Hades might see in this man. Kagaho is quiet, hard to read and keeps himself to himself, yet when around Hades, even he happens to show some emotion on his face. Sometimes, when he talks to Hades, a smile curves Kagaho’s lips and his expression softens, turning him into a completely different man. She watches these changes, somewhat fascinated, knowing well enough that these ghosts of a real smile will soon disappear without any trace.
Sometimes she wonders what Hades tells him and what brings that smile to Kagaho’s face. There are so many things she doesn’t know and can’t understand that every time she thinks about them, her face twists into a grimace. It’s even worse to see that sometimes, when Kagaho smiles, Hades smiles back. Every time it happens, a frown creases her forehead, her lips tighten and her fists clench. That quiet voice in her head wakes again, as those smiles reminds her about the boy she met in the meadow years ago and whom she woke as Hades. The thought sends shivers down her spine and with all her might she pushes it away. The past doesn’t matter anymore and all she’ll do will be done for Hades’ sake.
Sometimes she eyes Kagaho, wondering whether he knows that he’s being observed. It happens that when she watches him from afar, he raises his head all of a sudden, looking in the direction she’s standing. She knows he can’t see her, as she makes sure to hide herself well, but every time it happens, her heart leaps in her chest and a wave of mixed emotions washes through her. “What would happen, if he realised?” she thinks. “What would happen then?”
That one thought accompanies her during one of her sleepless nights. She wanders through dark corridors, restless and driven by something she can’t name, until she meets him outside the castle. Upon noticing him, she stops short, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Kagaho stands there, with his head up, watching the dark starless sky above them. He seems lost in his thoughts, focused on something she can’t see herself.
Seconds pass one after another, and she is still standing there, motionless, watching the man. She knows she should have left in the moment she saw him, but she couldn’t and still can’t. Finally, when she’s about to leave, Kagaho turns to her.
She flinches, involuntarily takes a step back, but quickly she regains her composure and stares at the man. It’s too dark for her to see his face, but she’s almost sure that he watches her. She narrows her eyes, bites her lips and turns back. Blood rushes through her veins, her heart beats wildly in her chest. She walks away, feeling how his eyes bore into her back.
Before she enters the castle, the wind brings his quiet words.
“Have you ever lived for yourself?”
“Who exactly did he ask that question?” she wonders as she paces down the corridor, heading toward her chamber.
“To live for self? What a nonsense!” she mutters; her face twists, her fist clench. The sound of her heels echoes between the walls.
What kind of future would await her then? Her life means nothing if there is no Hades and to make sure that no one will pose any danger to him, she’s ready to get rid of every nuisance.
That’s why she’ll keep watching Kagaho.
“It’s all only for Hades’ sake,” she tells herself.
Continued [ here ]. Kagaho's POV.
Happy Valentines.
Title: Watching From Afar
Characters: Pandora, Kagaho
Genre: General
Rating: G/K
Word count: 717
Warnings: None
Summary: She's been watching Kagaho since the beginning, telling herself it's all for Hades' sake. In honour of my newly found OTP. No spoilers, although the story is inspired by chapter 166. Which I love, BTW.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Saint Seiya D:
WATCHING FROM AFAR
I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are
Strange And Beautiful by Aqualung
Sometimes, she does it in secret. Her eyes follow him, sometimes according to her will and sometimes not. She watches him warily, wondering why his appearance will always result in evoking some unidentified emotions which she can’t understand. If she followed the common sense, she would trust Hades’ judgment and learn to tolerate Kagaho, but the common sense fails her. She knows that Kagaho is not like other Spectres; he avoids them when he can. It bothers her a lot, as no matter how hard she tries, she can’t figure out what he has on his mind. Every time she sees him, the quiet voice in her head wakes, warning her against some undefined threat with which Kagaho is connected in some way.
Sometimes she watches him openly, keeping the eye on both, Hades and him, and wondering what Hades might see in this man. Kagaho is quiet, hard to read and keeps himself to himself, yet when around Hades, even he happens to show some emotion on his face. Sometimes, when he talks to Hades, a smile curves Kagaho’s lips and his expression softens, turning him into a completely different man. She watches these changes, somewhat fascinated, knowing well enough that these ghosts of a real smile will soon disappear without any trace.
Sometimes she wonders what Hades tells him and what brings that smile to Kagaho’s face. There are so many things she doesn’t know and can’t understand that every time she thinks about them, her face twists into a grimace. It’s even worse to see that sometimes, when Kagaho smiles, Hades smiles back. Every time it happens, a frown creases her forehead, her lips tighten and her fists clench. That quiet voice in her head wakes again, as those smiles reminds her about the boy she met in the meadow years ago and whom she woke as Hades. The thought sends shivers down her spine and with all her might she pushes it away. The past doesn’t matter anymore and all she’ll do will be done for Hades’ sake.
Sometimes she eyes Kagaho, wondering whether he knows that he’s being observed. It happens that when she watches him from afar, he raises his head all of a sudden, looking in the direction she’s standing. She knows he can’t see her, as she makes sure to hide herself well, but every time it happens, her heart leaps in her chest and a wave of mixed emotions washes through her. “What would happen, if he realised?” she thinks. “What would happen then?”
That one thought accompanies her during one of her sleepless nights. She wanders through dark corridors, restless and driven by something she can’t name, until she meets him outside the castle. Upon noticing him, she stops short, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Kagaho stands there, with his head up, watching the dark starless sky above them. He seems lost in his thoughts, focused on something she can’t see herself.
Seconds pass one after another, and she is still standing there, motionless, watching the man. She knows she should have left in the moment she saw him, but she couldn’t and still can’t. Finally, when she’s about to leave, Kagaho turns to her.
She flinches, involuntarily takes a step back, but quickly she regains her composure and stares at the man. It’s too dark for her to see his face, but she’s almost sure that he watches her. She narrows her eyes, bites her lips and turns back. Blood rushes through her veins, her heart beats wildly in her chest. She walks away, feeling how his eyes bore into her back.
Before she enters the castle, the wind brings his quiet words.
“Have you ever lived for yourself?”
“Who exactly did he ask that question?” she wonders as she paces down the corridor, heading toward her chamber.
“To live for self? What a nonsense!” she mutters; her face twists, her fist clench. The sound of her heels echoes between the walls.
What kind of future would await her then? Her life means nothing if there is no Hades and to make sure that no one will pose any danger to him, she’s ready to get rid of every nuisance.
That’s why she’ll keep watching Kagaho.
“It’s all only for Hades’ sake,” she tells herself.
Continued [ here ]. Kagaho's POV.