Brazilian Waxing In Helsinki

A Reason To Live Chapter 3



There Will Be No Rest.


Sleeping was not easy the first night. Neither that followed, actually. If

day was persecuted by his memories, consciously but without real control over them, with images in slow motion passed before his eyes was haunted at night with scenes that could have been possible had he chosen tack to the right instead of left at once or to have jumped rather than being detained in doubt in another. Their fears and remorse grew stronger during these moments, in which fell hopelessly beaten before the daily exhaustion and mind sank into a darkness that sooner or later, filled with images, some as real as his confrontation with Hades; other simple inventions of his longtime brain. Entire battles reviving the darkness, every step they approached the dead body of a fellow soldier or lifeless eyes of one of his students. Every nightmare I wanted to make you feel guilty about every other day in which his heart was beating.

stayed a couple of minutes lying down with eyes wide open wide, staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to regulate the troubled breathing caused by their ultimate nightmare. He felt his body shaking almost imperceptibly to cool the sweat on his skin. Annoyed, he joined and left the warmth of his bed, his brow slightly furrowed. The clock on the bedside table marked twenty minutes past midnight, he did not have two hours of sleep. He sighed quietly before leaving the room.

three days ago had been revived. Three days ago was merely wondering why he had been brought back to life. Three days ago had begun to sink into the most unpleasant feeling that he had ever, a sentiment which could not be named because he was the mixture of many others: anger, resentment, sorrow, sadness, guilt, and surely many more. No one could name. And he went from one to another with an ease that exhausted him and gave him no time for peace. I was tormented, caught in a swirl of memories and emotions that can not see out. And what was worse, had no plans to even try. The only thing he wanted, he said, his bare feet down the hall toward the main hall of the temple, was that it was over once and could rest. For three days, had not been able to sleep more than two hours without nightmares preventing their occurrence. Had reached the point where I feared falling asleep because they're awake, somehow was able to control to some degree the course of the images that were invading. Asleep, his worst fears surfaced.

past three days as well, normally affable mood seemed replaced by anger that I would do to anyone else involved. Deprivation of sleep had a bad temper, to the extent that there were literally kicked out of his temple Shion, when the only intention of his eternal friend was to verify that there had committed suicide by then. It was unlikely that something like this happen. Dohko knew it would not be able to to do something like that ever. Never be coward enough, or brave as you see, to do something. On the other hand, pride not let him. What was left of it anyway.

He stopped at the room, looking with suspicion on the TV that sat there. It would be a good way to spend sleepless hours, if at least be able to make it work. Such things as technology did not seem to draw your attention as they did among the young. Opted out of the temple and sit in one of the front steps, his back against a pillar. So he spent almost three days of life, sitting outside his temple, trying in vain to prevent his mind was lost in memories, trying to find reasons for being there. Occasionally, one or two gold was passing by, greeted them with a friendly nod - avoiding your eyes topasen - and then completely ignore them, plunged into a depressed silence. Grateful that none of them expect more from you and try and establish a good conversation with him, as normal. Shion

had tried the first day. And then scolded him for leaving the theater last night. Dohko had listened impassively, exacerbating the ever so calm patriarch, who eventually keep calm and require almost shouting to behave like a saint. That was enough to boil your blood. Hurry, he berated the ease with accepting this new life. His friend reminded him that if he was tired too, that if he had also suffered but not that many years lived were a torture to him. Race in itself three times lived a normal human. So Dohko replied rubbing tired eyes, not understand how I feel . Shion tried it react, using provocation as a tactic, but Dohko was used to it. Controlled manner as he could, he called worry about their business and let him deal with his own. Only. And Shion

innocently again tried to make him see reason.

- By the gods! Just go away - he yelled, disgusted, that night - a time Leave me alone!

Shion's eyes widened as a token of his surprise and his jaw tightened, hurt. Dohko Menelaus knew how deeply his words in the Lemurian, assumed to be a definitive way away, at least for a while. However, the silence that once surrounded his words have echoed in the temple, made him feel uncomfortable. And unpleasantly guilty. No was being fair and he knew it. But when he wanted to repent, Shion and turned his back and walked away, with no intention of addressing him.

had not spoken since. Libra not very often leave their temple to meet him, but Shion, always faithful to his stubbornness, down up there a few times a day. Not looking, did not speak. Just made sure to leave food very visible and retired. At least that towards it easier to ignore Chinese around the world. Dohko

strongly inspired the night air and turned his gaze to where it should be the temple of the Patriarch. Shion's Cosmos assured him that he was awake, but barely. Surely its altered cosmos had disturbed. On rare occasions, the united Dohko hated were his cosmos. This was one of them, that he was not able to sleep because it would be a burden to the Patriarch as well.

At that time, his protective instincts came out, much against his intentions. Her eyes wandered for the rest of the other houses, studying the cosmos of each of his comrades, to make sure they rested. He was not surprised when you realize too wrong, though there were details that if his attention.

relaxed as the cosmos of Aphrodite was accompanied by agitated Deathmask cosmos, there in Pisces. And that Aquarius was empty. In Capricorn Shura could perceive, probably turning in dreams, as their cosmos went from calm to distressed states at any moment. The presence in Sagittarius was not surprised at all. Aioria obviously was there, sleeping peacefully next to his brother's peaceful cosmos. Felt envy for a moment that quickly disappeared when placing your attention on the temple before him. El cosmos de Milo was seen clearly restless, anxious. And next to him, the cosmos was removed Camus nervous. Came to mind that perhaps the Holy Scorpio also suffered nightmares and feel tense, Camus had left their church for support. If that was not there before. At least Milo always have someone to cover her shoulders.

away was reprimanded for having so selfishly to Shion. Of course he also had backs who cover him and tried to lift it each time you fell, but did not want to drag his friend to the sea of emotions. He seemed to be coping much better with the situation Dohko not feel able to intervene in that.

In Virgo, Taurus and Aries, the stillness was almost palpable, the cosmos of its occupants totally relaxed, caught up in a peaceful sleep. Gemini Gemini was one thing ... completely separate. Saga was undoubtedly awake with restless cosmos changed. Dohko could imagine like a caged lion pacing around his room. Kanon And the cosmos was not anywhere.

The first thing that crossed his mind was that Kanon had decided to take off without telling anyone and that would explain the state of Saga and the absence of the cosmos. But he dismissed that thought quickly. Kanon was an expert hiding his cosmos, especially if they had thirteen more, fourteen including Athena, able to follow each of his steps through it. And I had been down that day, a few hours before trying to sleep a little, talking animatedly with Saga and Mu.

could remember clearly because the boy in the middle of a reckless explanation of who knows one thing, he had greeted his hand while talking to the other two gentlemen. Dohko recalled having felt slightly dislocated by the shooting done. And because even though his silence and his brow furrowed, sufficient for the other Saints should not pass by the temple more than is absolutely necessary with the smaller of the twins did not seem to take effect. Kanon had taken the habit of reaching his temple on the pretext of coming up to visit Milo or Camus or that Athena had sent him to call. During the three days that had passed, stayed there a couple of minutes, slowing its ascent, asking her to, or I was thinking, knowing that Dohko tried to ignore it. When not getting answers, he said goodbye as if they had a nice chat and went his way. During those three days also returned several hours later, bound for Gemini. Nevertheless, this was to slow its descent, though now for several minutes. The third day, shortly after noon, Kanon came from a Scorpio with oranges in their hands. Without asking permission, she sat beside him in the early steps of the staircase. Preferred to ignore it again. Kanon

ate a fruit in silence. Minutes later he began to speak. Anything. Dohko had been tempted to roll your eyes several times but will only indicate that the twin who was listening, which could only encourage the peliazul chatter. Unconsciously, the Chinese finally snatch an orange and started to eat, while demanded Kanon the back with a pout on his lips.

- You've been talking almost an hour without stopping - reproached him that day, with an orange slice between your teeth - The least we can do is give me the orange without complaining. Kanon

was silent for a second or two and then smiled, stood and no words involved, started out again with Gemini, leaving him frozen in place. For the first time, he thought in a blink, did not intend to throw .

could not help but be confusing to remember these facts. He knew, though consistently denied it, that the insistence of Gemini brought with it some fresh air with each of their visits. Probably was due to the shallowness of his monologues, always making fun of everything I had seen those days.

stifled a yawn with her hand. Sure, there was nothing to worry about. Everyone seemed to be coping pretty well with reality. All except him. Sorry smile as he stood up. A shiver ran through her body, the air having cooled a little more than moments before. While trying to ignore the other gentlemen, with their smiles and gestures of here all right, there is nothing to worry always end up back on his heels and studied from time to time any change in their cosmos. He felt obliged to do so. Especially on nights like this, where I could not sleep more than a couple of hours. She reached up stretching and dressing, giving a last look at the starry sky before turning and entering the temple again. It did not seem good idea but it was necessary to try to get a couple more hours of rest. Although a return the next day to do absolutely nothing except shut itself one day. *****



Camus did not quite know how to deal with situations like that. She had awakened in the middle of the night because he felt extremely uneasy Milo a couple of houses down. When the last traces of his brain left numbness, recalled that the morning after his rebirth, the saint of Scorpio was waiting in the kitchen, with two vases of black coffee and wearing sharp red eyes and dark circles under them.

' Nightmares ', was all the explanation that Milo had given him that morning and took an extra day to get told that it was.

Then he jumped up, suddenly wide awake and rushed to get to the eighth house. She found him curled up in bed, sobbing as anyone could ever imagine the holy golden Scorpio. Camus aguaban felt his eyes to that image. Had gone through something similar a couple of years ago when Milo was forced to be part of the murderers of the Sanctuary. The first time he had become one of those missions. And now they were living it all again, as if it were a cruel joke.

In those moments, he leaned against the headboard of Milo, with it's nose buried against her stomach and her fingers gently playing with blue hair tufts of another saint. A sad smile, furrowed his lips to remember how Milo had tried to collect even more about himself when he felt the bed sink to his side. The Greek and hated to see him. Camus hated him very well.

Milo sighed and shook his trembling of his hands to become entangled in the hair of the French, while the other drew patterns on his abdomen missing. Camus's smile became a more tenderly. Milo looked so young so guilty doing that. Insurance had not even noticed. A whisper him out of reverie that looked Scorpio fingers touching her skin.

- Sorry. Because I woke up.

- You do not have - refused Camus, rearranged to lie in front of Milo - Anyway, you're the one with the cosmos cluttered. Deathmask when I ran into coming here. It did not look any good.

Milo sighed and walked around the waist with one arm Camus. French tenderly kissed her lips and rearranged the fringe, smiling afterwards to convey some peace. Milo was the sole that allowed these actions spontaneously.

- To tell you the truth ... - again with Milo spoke thoughtfully - Deathmask ... I do not care. Or Aphrodite, in fact. Even myself - Camus saw those thick lips curved in a charming smile before the boy hiding from his neck - I will take a couple of days ... but I will. I'm sure.

- What's bothering you then? - Camus asked, squinting, trying to guess the thoughts of Greek.

- Dohko. I have not seen since the incident in the temple of Athena and then I worried. And you can feel it. Is quite easy to see how rare it is, how frustrated you feel. He knows very well controlled cosmos, but can not hide. Or do not want, what worries me even more.

Camus thought for a moment in the words of Milo, as he walked away a little of it to wipe the tears. Personally, I messed Dohko attitude on fashion. He was also concerned, but above all, made him feel insecure. If the old master of Libra, as wise and capable, he could not adapt to this new life, new opportunity that how could they do it themselves? How do you feel calm and more balanced taste if the yellow was, ironically, in this state of imbalance?

- and Kanon. I am also concerned Kanon. And maybe even a little more than Dohko - the voice of Milo back him out of his reverie. He had the brow furrowed and his eyes seemed to look at anything in particular - Look it up, can you feel?

- No - replied, opening his eyes in surprise. Milo must have been tracking since the beginning. The twin had become a friend to both surprise and Milo seemed to have him a special affection. will be the twisted sense of humor , Camus thought - Do you think he has left the sanctuary? Milo shook

head.

- No, I think he's hiding. Or hide his cosmos to hide anything. Saga is too nervous, you feel it? - Milo asked French and nodded - and I think that you are concerned. A Saga. I do not know. Kanon looks great. I mean, until I saw him talking at times with the other gentlemen. And he's training with Aioria. With Aioria, for Athena! What do you think is so nervous at Saga?

- I think Kanon is up to something - seriously and Milo answered him with a raised eyebrow, questioning - Vamos! You really do not think it suspicious that walk among both Kanon Gemini and you church or my church? And what stops more curiously Pound elsewhere, especially when the talker Dohko is less likely among all the gentlemen who are in between? Camus
smile
fun to see the stunned look of Milo. In fact, he did not believe the two were related in any way, but it had seemed funny to put to the question by the turquoise eyes. Who at the time twisted his mouth into a smile.

- I think the lack of sleep makes you silly - Milo whispered, letting out a small whimper when Camus fingers buried him in the ribs - Saga nervous because Kanon is planning something, anything, Dohko? Believe me though Dohko was at its worst moment of emotional balance, would not tolerate the company of Kanon for more than two minutes. For nothing. Dohko treated him like the kid in the class messier and unconscionable efforts to Kanon to pivot out of every five seconds, before the war against Hades ...

Milo suddenly fell silent. Camus had been dead at that time. To vary thought sarcastically French. Scorpio to remember those moments hurt. Any reference always to close the mouth as if by magic.
The Frenchman sighed and placed a hand on his neck, drew him against his breast, kissing, incidentally, the head.

- I'd better try to sleep - he whispered against blue hair, closing her eyes and praying to any god who would answer your plea, that Milo will fall asleep quickly. I did not want to notice the tears that are sure to soon would run down his cheeks if he could not sleep at once. *****



Saga felt dismayed, at least. E

useless, if asked.

a little misleading, if you finish it.

had thought they were okay. Kanon that was fine. He was fine. He was so naive at the time. And so frustrated because they feel handcuffed. Seeing his brother in that state that it reminded him once again, did nothing to pretend.

He felt a little angry too, now that I analyzed from that point of view.

If that night had not inadvertently awakened around midnight, I never would have guessed. Kanon controlled too well the cosmos for his taste. Because I had not felt anything strange about him. If I had not gone to the kitchen, looking for a glass of water would have been whining ever leaving the room of your twin through the open door.

Cautiously to go unnoticed, had opened the door and left him vision frozen in place. I could only see the tangled and unruly hair of his brother on the other side of the bed, her sister sitting on the floor and back against the dresser. Probably hiding his head between his knees and hugged her legs with arms. His shoulders shake with sobs showed him. Could clearly recall similar situations, both as children.

A shadow crossed his face, knowing that the cause of her tears were not the same nonsense that had occurred in childhood. Had tried to approach and try to comfort him, but a step and Kanon had not approached growling. Saga had changed the weight of the foot a couple of times and uncertain, had asked him if he wanted to leave.

Kanon shook his head and whispered just Just ... do not go near , before hugging his legs stronger. The more he felt something break inside and believed that all forces abandoned him. Kanon looked so fragile that complain about his legs and hands itched eager to embrace. But he dared not.

Now he leaned a shoulder against the door frame, also supporting the head against the wood, his eyes fixed on the trembling figure of his brother. Unable to do anything for him. He sighed heavily and took up hands. Kanon

at times seemed to be visited by an occasional chill. His body shaking with a little more strength. His breathing became more rhythmic methodically, consciously regulated. Saga had taught him to do so, many years ago, the first time you really need to calm down. Apparently, Kanon had become a ritual for similar situations. The more she felt her eyes burning lips parted in a silent groan, trying to swallow despite the lump in his throat. He could not stand it anymore.

Ignoring any sound that reached his ears, turned around and walked away, seeking safety of his room to rub his eyes. Kanon doubted that it would miss at a time like this. TBC





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