Fic: have you seen my ring (4)? (for the Camus-can't crusade)
Title: Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed.
Genre: crack
Disclaimer: I checked again. Saint Seiya is still the property of Mr Kurumada, Toei, and all the other people who have the proper legal rights. Any changes on that,I'll let you know.
part 1. He makes an apperance - so much for meditation. (word count: ~720)
part 2. Honor? Who cares about honor? Shaka just wants to be left alone.(word count: ~ 525)
part 3. And he’s there -finally- (word count: ~475)
part 4. Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed. (word count: ~560)
xposted to saintseiyayaoi
Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed.
The blow sent Camus sliding on his bottom all the way to the front of the Temple, where he hit the wall causing a few masks to fall off.
Deathmask kicked them away, making a mental note to check if any needed some glue later on, and made his way to Camus’ prone form. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, he raised him until they were at eye-level and put his fist inches from Aquarius’ nose.
- Now, sorry attempt at Saint. Do you see my fist?
- Fwell, yeff, I fee it. No needf to fget it closerf. Really.
- I want you to look at it carefully. See any rings on it?
- No, no ringfs. Now, putf meh down , plefse? I see yeh mustf ffave it on the otherf ffand. It’s okey, yeh can keepf it.
- On the other hand.
Deathmask inhaled deeply. Shaka had suggested he tried counting to ten whenever he felt himself getting out of control. His stomach ulcer didn’t benefit from these rage attacks. But Aquarius made it soooo hard! Still, it was good practice. It would make him a better person.
Patting Camus softly on the back, he let go off his shirt and amiably led him to the back entrance of his temple, assuring him he hadn’t seen the ring, which was most likely in some corner in the Aquarius temple.
No. Hermes wouldn’t get it either, he didn’t wear jewelry. How did he know? Oh, one learns those kinds of things. Yes, yes, he would show him one day.
Sometimes it really sucked that the Cancer temple had such long corridors, the entrance seemed to be miles away. But they finally made it there, and the warm sun fell on Cancer’s face, making him remember all the good things a man of his power and ability could do. All the wonderful little feats he could accomplish. Even tiny stuff could make the world a better place.
And there is no better time to start than the present, when one wants to contribute to the world’s karma.
No time like the present to do the right thing.
Right on.
Aiolia watched amazed how the Aquarius saint flew over his House and passed over Shaka’s. He chuckled at the way Camus flapped his arms about like some odd bird. Poor of the Saint on whose House he was to land on, of course. But that would be somebody else’s problem.
Raising an arm he waved to the House below and screamed:
- Good job, Deathmask! I’ll invite you to a beer for that one! Come up!
------
As Camus begins his slow descent onto one of the ancient temples, Deathmask and Aiolia start a friendship that -although unrecorded in books- will grow deep and strong, based on the one good deed Deathmask managed to accomplish in his life.
Further up the stairs, a doubtful Isaak tries to convince Hyoga for the 13th time this month that using the master’s ring as bait is not a good idea. But Hyoga, faithful disciple of his not-so-bright master, will of course ignore his friend’s suggestion.
And by the time the ring finally falls in the water and gets lost for good to the unsuspecting Ice Saint, it’ll be loaded with so many bad vibes from the Aquarius temple that it’ll be just a matter of time before Poseidon takes an interest on it.
The rest, as you well know, is History.
~~~
Written with sniggering, deceitful and anti-Mr-Portable-Fridge love for the Camus-cant crusaders… (milosflaca, ariadnascrp and the recent addition: niara78) and the one who hasn't yet accepted the dark truth that lives in her heart (merueru)
Genre: crack
Disclaimer: I checked again. Saint Seiya is still the property of Mr Kurumada, Toei, and all the other people who have the proper legal rights. Any changes on that,I'll let you know.
part 1. He makes an apperance - so much for meditation. (word count: ~720)
part 2. Honor? Who cares about honor? Shaka just wants to be left alone.(word count: ~ 525)
part 3. And he’s there -finally- (word count: ~475)
part 4. Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed. (word count: ~560)
xposted to saintseiyayaoi
Maybe Deathmask hadn’t made his point… or it’s just Camus, being thick-headed.
The blow sent Camus sliding on his bottom all the way to the front of the Temple, where he hit the wall causing a few masks to fall off.
Deathmask kicked them away, making a mental note to check if any needed some glue later on, and made his way to Camus’ prone form. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, he raised him until they were at eye-level and put his fist inches from Aquarius’ nose.
- Now, sorry attempt at Saint. Do you see my fist?
- Fwell, yeff, I fee it. No needf to fget it closerf. Really.
- I want you to look at it carefully. See any rings on it?
- No, no ringfs. Now, putf meh down , plefse? I see yeh mustf ffave it on the otherf ffand. It’s okey, yeh can keepf it.
- On the other hand.
Deathmask inhaled deeply. Shaka had suggested he tried counting to ten whenever he felt himself getting out of control. His stomach ulcer didn’t benefit from these rage attacks. But Aquarius made it soooo hard! Still, it was good practice. It would make him a better person.
Patting Camus softly on the back, he let go off his shirt and amiably led him to the back entrance of his temple, assuring him he hadn’t seen the ring, which was most likely in some corner in the Aquarius temple.
No. Hermes wouldn’t get it either, he didn’t wear jewelry. How did he know? Oh, one learns those kinds of things. Yes, yes, he would show him one day.
Sometimes it really sucked that the Cancer temple had such long corridors, the entrance seemed to be miles away. But they finally made it there, and the warm sun fell on Cancer’s face, making him remember all the good things a man of his power and ability could do. All the wonderful little feats he could accomplish. Even tiny stuff could make the world a better place.
And there is no better time to start than the present, when one wants to contribute to the world’s karma.
No time like the present to do the right thing.
Right on.
Aiolia watched amazed how the Aquarius saint flew over his House and passed over Shaka’s. He chuckled at the way Camus flapped his arms about like some odd bird. Poor of the Saint on whose House he was to land on, of course. But that would be somebody else’s problem.
Raising an arm he waved to the House below and screamed:
- Good job, Deathmask! I’ll invite you to a beer for that one! Come up!
------
As Camus begins his slow descent onto one of the ancient temples, Deathmask and Aiolia start a friendship that -although unrecorded in books- will grow deep and strong, based on the one good deed Deathmask managed to accomplish in his life.
Further up the stairs, a doubtful Isaak tries to convince Hyoga for the 13th time this month that using the master’s ring as bait is not a good idea. But Hyoga, faithful disciple of his not-so-bright master, will of course ignore his friend’s suggestion.
And by the time the ring finally falls in the water and gets lost for good to the unsuspecting Ice Saint, it’ll be loaded with so many bad vibes from the Aquarius temple that it’ll be just a matter of time before Poseidon takes an interest on it.
The rest, as you well know, is History.
~~~
Written with sniggering, deceitful and anti-Mr-Portable-Fridge love for the Camus-cant crusaders… (milosflaca, ariadnascrp and the recent addition: niara78) and the one who hasn't yet accepted the dark truth that lives in her heart (merueru)