Chapter 2 Open Your Eyes Open Your Eyes
Chapter 2: When the day is done.
was rare.
be alive again. Seeing the children who were converted under his wing men. Do not cross a knowing look with Saga and having to endure the urge to laugh in the middle of a meeting. All it was strange and distant.
feel the weight of the armor over his body and connect with her felt different.
Too many things had happened during those years to be able to assimilate in a few hours. At times it felt like a little boy not sure how to act, feeling very identical to that day when he won the golden armor and was in a room - the hall of the Patriarch - surrounded by saints who had years ahead.
This time, men that day stood in front of Athena had been, most of them, once, long ago, responsible learners and now stood strong and proud of their place. And they had body marks years fighting in the service of Athena, an experience that he shared in its entirety.
If I had to refer to the site occupied on this occasion would not have known what to say. Decided to attribute the current confusion within a few hours carrying live and how bad it had been his first encounter with the saint of Gemini, it would be as sensible.
had many better things to spend neurons. One of them, for example, the saint who looked askance and walked beside him in silence, hesitant and chewing questions that could not get out of his mouth.
Aioria had grown to become a strong man that he had no doubt. It was something to see, the broad shoulders, shoulders erect and proud, haughty chin, green eyes shining with determination. You may have lost the whole process that led him there, Aiolos anyway but felt that his chest swelled with pride. None
stopped when they entered the temple of Sagittarius. In contrast, Aiolos, a bit overwhelmed by the weight of the armor (a weight that was more difficult to sustain in the mental than physical), took off the armor using the cosmos to return it to its original shape.
The Saint of Sagittarius could feel the confusion of his brother. Could have been years since the last time they exchanged words, it could be that your brother was not the same person he remembered, he could play to form an enormous number of assumptions, but there would always be a bond that would not change no matter what happens. And thanks to him, Aiolos could imagine, with a fairly high probability of hitting, what was kept so quiet Aioria and wrinkled brows.
Surely Aioria was wondering what really happened. Trying to understand why, just a few minutes, looking for the elusive look of Shura or needed to use all his control not to face Saga. Perhaps trying to figure out whether I wanted was to pretend that everything was forgotten with the same ease with which shook the dust off his pants. And then try to understand why, if your previous answer was yes. Of course, for Aioria would be much easier to accept I did not want to share the same room as the Saint of Gemini and Capricorn. I'd rather not speak to or that you avoid at all costs would be the most logical. And if the old ways are not easily forgot, took minutes Aioria probably wondering if I should do the same. Wondering if I should lash out at those who had betrayed the Shrine years ago in the same way they had spotted the name of his brother and had transformed his own life in a constant torture or if I should do like him and act casually.
Aiolos could not help but feel affection for the boy. Some knew what he had been through after his death, but always, whenever I thought about it, what he touched was the urgent need to clear the name of the saint of Sagittarius, this noble knight who had given his life for Athena.
sighed turning around to Aioria, had too many things to talk to him. And this was not the time.
- So is it true that you have a girlfriend? - Asked, trying to break the silence that surrounded them. Aioria shifted his weight up, unsure of an answer and Aiolos guessed was going through his mind - not that I'm wrong, you know? Fourteen years ago also had a couple of rules that were passed overlooked and do not think things have changed a lot.
amused to see his younger brother wearing a suit of armor that made him look three times bigger and blushing at the mention of the alleged girl. Aioria nodded, waving his brown curls.
- Silver is a saint ... - he said, running his fingers through his hair - Marín. Called Marin.
- Is it pretty? Aiolos
cat put a smile on his face when he saw the blush became impossibly Aioria more noticeable.
- Very.
- Why are you here yet?
Lowest clenched fists and pursed lips. I wanted to see Marin, wanted to hold, remove the mask but he refused, kiss her and assure her that was fine and back. But he had spent fourteen years with a weight on his shoulders that no one except the holy before him, could be removed completely. Marin made it lighter, easier to carry, but was still there. From this point of view, the only place he thought to be at that time was there in the ninth temple and the only one who thought about the immediate future was with Aioria.
- Because ... - Aiolos interrupted only heard the first word.
- talk, Aioria. We will. Soon, tomorrow, past. I do not know ... speak later - Aiolos sounded suddenly tired and walked into the temple with heavy steps - but now I'm tired and you have a cute girl waiting.
- Aiolos ...
- Aioria ... - the most annoying tone he imitated the younger and the echo of his deep voice echoed against the stone walls, silencing the Saint Leo. Aiolos looked over his shoulder, with a gentle smile on his lips that counteracted the trouble he had heard in his voice - Be your bride a silver saint or a girl of Rodorio ... continues being a girl. And if you wait longer going to bother. And if they annoyed and is as pretty as you say, well, I have to do something about it.
Aioria was the moral obligation to roll his eyes. He smiled despite himself, seeing as Aiolos walked away, calm and relaxed, as if everything was normal. As if all that torment the quiet bath. For a moment, wanted to have the same serenity. Being able to give others the calmness and the patience. Aioria, however, was impulsive. Saw or heard and then reacted and acted. Completely skipped that part of thinking through what I did. And his instinct, at the time, called him to condemn the real culprits of that Dark Age of Sanctuary. I asked, shouting, demanding answers from the principals involved. I had to bite his tongue not to.
That was one of the main reasons why I always watched and studied Aiolos before acting, even as a toddler. Aiolos because, unlike him, do not skip the stage of thinking before acting. If Aioria which was whipped up against the doors open, Aiolos was studied to discover the mechanism that opened with nothing more than a 'click'. And that was saying there was something else. Any reason why his brother would react in a way so passive, a reason, something he knew and he no, he did act in a way that seemed unexpected. For once, I decided to wait.
- Tomorrow? - Shouted at nothing in particular. Aiolos was out of sight, but the echo of the temples was always helpful in these situations.
- Tomorrow! - Heard the echo of his brother's voice after a moment and then - Go away!
This time, Aioria obeyed. *****
It took three steps in the temple of Leo to know he was there. Only took a few steps to get rid of the armor. A little more effort was necessary not to hurry to where she was, leaning against a pillar.
smiled at her separated from the pillar and note that wearing the mask in one hand. With unveiled face as he liked, lowering his head shyly and accommodating hair behind an ear. When they were, only two of them, that appearance Marin dropped hard and seemed fragile and delicate, as when he first met many years ago. And Aioria stepped aside gentleman demeanor, pride and melted it down his shoulders to asentársele in the stomach, with a warm sensation that spread to the rest of your body.
The boy nodded, speechless and calling it art marine toward him with his eyes still down, until he could hide her face against his chest and waist surround him in an embrace that was soon imitated by Aioria. Feel Aioria arms around her effortlessly, as if his back was enough to wrap completely and feel the whisper of her voice near the ear, in a ' Hello' it was too everyday, the warrior enough to crumble .
Aioria smiled against the hair of Marin to feel your body shake, gently kissed her forehead and murmured,
- Hey, stop it. I'm fine. And I'm here with you. Stop mourn ... you do not cry.
For answer Marin patted his chest with a fist and then, with the same hand, grazed his neck, pulling him close, looking for the mouth and kissing him forward, being that the only way you could show how much he was glad to see it again .
- And? - She asked once separated, staying close, hiding her face in the neck Aioria.
- So what? - Asked, in turn, confused, Saint Leo. Replied the first thing that came to mind - You kiss great. But we already knew.
Marín's laugh was refreshing. The girl was removed him, saying his hands on his hips and feigning annoyance. Her eyes were red and the brand of dried tears on her cheeks, but she smiled the pupils.
- And? - Marin asked again - "Your brother?
- is alive - the Greek's face softened slightly and extended a hand against him. Marin did the same and Aioria, unconscious that he did, playing to hit your fingers against the redhead, while diverting his eyes - OK, I mean ... It looks exactly as I remember - it was a laugh that is serious Escape and Mariner forced his fingers interlaced yours - but alive.
- do not seem satisfied.
Aioria grimaced as he looked back to the girl, smiled evil.
- He would not talk to me - said while he began to retreat, dragging Marin - 'Tomorrow' said. He said 'past' and 'not know' , so tomorrow it will not. Marin
hesitated in answering.
- There will be plenty to think about - Aioria nodded while pulling it and pulling out a laugh.
- Sure. But I will not worry at this time. Will be tomorrow, if you want. Or past or even think. But I will tell me.
- Huh? Will you wait? Tranquilité "doing nothing? - Marín smiled sideways - Something happened to you. You are not the same holy Leo left here.
A Aioria flashed her eyes. The tone of Marin, sideways smile and raised eyebrow he hinted a challenge. And Aioria always had a weakness for challenges.
- Who said that would do nothing in the meantime? Marin
Aioria screamed when the pulled tightly and loaded into the temple.
***
The warm water hit her shoulder gently.
With closed eyes and hair flattened by the water, Aiolos was putting things in his head. Since Aioria leave his temple, he had been devising ways to tell the truth, not so violently that it fell on him. He snorted as he turned and raised his face, letting the shower to wash his face.
Maybe better tell only part of the truth. Could not know how to react if I told everything. Few knew that truth and those who did, were the main architects. Shion, for example, and himself. If asked him to guess, maybe not the master of Libra knew everything. Kanon had discovered on their own and if I had not locked Saga at Cape Sounion before, who knows what would have happened. No doubt there were more people who deserve to know. For him, three were important, Saga and Shura Aioria. In his view, the most affected.
No, were not the only ones. Milo, Aphrodite, Deathmask ... In the long run, could name them all. But were these three that matter most. It was they who feared to face. The other ...
The others may learn, upset, angry and sweeping away everything in its path and he would give exactly alike. But not bear the thought of losing and Aioria Saga, and it hurt not being able to recover the friendship of Shura.
had faith in the holy of Capricorn understand the situation. Would not accept anything from one day to another, but understand. Even hoped that Aioria could accept. Step into his shoes and see through their eyes, as had happened all in reality.
Thus, the more concerned he was the twin. And if he was completely honest, I was three, the one that mattered. He also believed it would cost less to imagine their possible reaction. And so Aiolos was filled with doubts.
Saga was smart, could find smooth and a thousand reasons to contradict him. Worse, he was stubborn. When something got into his head, was necessary patience and lots of perseverance to make it change its mind. By wrong I was. Convince him of anything, it was a chore.
closed the key and tied a towel around his waist. Hand wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at his reflection. Let the memories flowed free as an excuse to justify their doubts.
And remember he stopped in his mind was precisely the time he had to convince the Gemini that he liked. His reflection smiled at the memory.
would not more than sixteen or seventeen years. Some kids were playing the Saints of Athena, wearing golden armor that were it not for help from the cosmos, could not even comfortably carry. Saga had a few hours lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and frowning as he had taken the habit since he got his armor. Aiolos
looked askance at every time, pretending that his attention was fully placed in the book he read. Were in the room that the twins had used when they were younger, Saga on the bed that had been hers and Aiolos in which he had been Kanon. The younger of the twins was not anywhere. Suddenly, Saga and Aiolos wrinkled her nose buried in his book, knowing what was coming.
- How do you know that you like boys? - Asked without looking and Aiolos have given anything for the book come alive and try to choke him - I mean, how are you sure that you like boys? Aiolos
took a deep breath and wondered whether consciously stop breathing would be as effective as the book was choking.
a couple of months ago, had the brilliant idea to kiss Saga. Have long been thinking about it since that point, I knew that if I did not ever take him away from the head. And since then, although from time to time were exchanging kisses secretly, Saga continued asking the same question. Again and again. Sometimes it was funny that Saga was so apprehensive at times and sometimes the subject to be so anxious. But so much doubt about his feelings began to tire.
- I do not like men - said against the book, making your voice sound off. Then he raised his face, was held on his elbows, looked at Saga seriously and repeated slowly, as though speaking to a child just beginning to talk - No.Me.Gustan.Los.Chicos. I like you.
- But ...
Aiolos growled and threw the pillow before he could say anything else. Wasting no time, switched to Saga's bed and tried to restrain him there. Struggled for a moment, until surrendered and Aiolos Saga imprisoned him between her body and bed.
- I like you - he murmured against her lips and then slowly kissed him - right? Saga
swallowed hard.
- Agreed.
The twin does not ask that question again. Of course, he found others, but Aiolos managed to dispel doubts one way or another.
The keeper shook his head. Saga supposed not easily accept that he was not guilty of rebellion in the Sanctuary. No matter which say, this might not be so simple. That, if Saga even deign to listen.
On reaching his room, took a decision quite different from what had been raised at first. Talk to Saga
what had happened fourteen years ago she appeared as the best way to keep him permanently and he did not have twenty-four hours the heart beating and I missed him in a way that it seemed unhealthy. He would not begin to imagine how those years would have been to Saga, with its natural tendency to solitude.
It seemed easier to do so, as if everything had been forgotten. Let hiciese Saga the pass to himself and trust that, once he had succeeded, would go for it. It was good to meet the twin as well, on one side. He was sure would not stay without giving a definitive end point. On the other hand, knew that it would be about a couple of days. And you probably need extra help. Of, say, your brother.
only hoped that the smaller of the twins was willing to help. And he had the courage to go tell the front that he was wrong and hope that Kanon would not laugh in their face by saying he needed help.
***** Just one second for the pictures, you should come to mind. A second they looked up to find Kanon and had, lucky you, you run into the blue eyes of Aiolos. It was almost nothing, a split second in which their eyes met. And that 'almost' means that you pulled the chest, the stomach is spinning and to remember everything in detail. It was a single moment and was back in that room, usurping the identity of the Patriarch and to face those same eyes. From time to time, it was the fourth boy, feeling that all eyes rested on him. He felt suffocated and all I wanted was to escape. Shion just dismissed them, left the room as quickly as he could and was just out of sight of them, took the first passage that would lead to Gemini.
Is the pain in your chest? I knew him. Guilt, betrayal, the longer lived. Does the throat closed? He also knew the feeling, frustration, fear. The burning of the eyes was rare, but not strange. It seemed strange that warmth that was born somewhere between the chest and stomach. A warmth that was born along with everything else, after running into the eyes of Aiolos. A tiny hope. Aiolos "I was looking for him? After all what he had done? As much as I wanted to extinguish it, that little hope was beating fast.
struck the stone wall with his fists and rested his forehead against her, stifling a sob. How could even afford to take such a delusion? How could simulate deserve? How could consider the right to imagine that the possibility of being forgiven was real?
legs failed him and slid until he was kneeling. His throat contracted, the groans died in his chest and turned into throes that shook his shoulders.
She turned slowly and rested his head against the cold stone. He stretched his legs and hands, covered her eyes. Inhaled and exhaled a controlled, in a desperate attempt to calm down. I needed to regain control. And found no better way than to let the memories flowed.
First, the good memories, memories that has all would stand, were the most painful. Not stopped, removed his hands from his eyes and let the parade in front of him. Would have wanted to forget. Each one of them. It would have been easier if you do not remember clearly.
Then, a dark smile crossed her lips and her eyes rose to the darkness that hung over him, on top of the temple. The other, memories of the atrocities in who had participated, which had caused and that he had ordered, danced up there in the shadows. Any normal person would have given an arm to make those memories erased from his memory forever. Collective memory, if possible. But not just any person Saga.
A strange calmness filled her body. He remembered everything. Kanon hit the bars of Cape Sounion, the desperation in his eyes when confronted Aiolos to save Athena, the child crying for his brother. It was a peace which it seized masochist.
would have been unfair not remember all that. It would have been unfair to all those who had suffered for their cause and to him, comforted him to feel disgusted with yourself, guilt for their actions. A bitter laugh left his lips. It seemed slightly twisted to find peace in their pain, but few seconds later, it seemed fair. Do not feel responsible would make it even worse scum. In this way, conscious of his acts, could strive to do things a little better, however much it hurts.
He wondered if, perhaps, that pain would allow him to keep his sanity.
spent hours sitting in the corner of Third Temple, deep in thought, staring into space, asking the same questions over and over again, recalling past events several Sometimes hosting that little hope that kept the rest stop. Plunged into misery, regained tranquility. However, there was something else. A question suddenly made him frown.
thought I was being selfish, but ... take hours immersed in stunning and masochistic and depraved Kanon had not come to him out yet. When he saw Kanon in the temple of the Patriarch, was also a rope to a grip. When Kanon made that gesture, as to hide a smile, to Saga's how you reach out to lift. His relief was not only to see his sister alive, but because he was the pillar of his redemption. If he could not do better for brother, you could forget to fix everything. Would be worthless.
As twins, among them there were only two possible paths, or help each other cope. In the past, had already faced enough. For the armor first, then world domination. A Saga he thought it was time to take another path. Back the other way, rather said. But, would Kanon willing? What if he had thought better and decided to leave?
The idea gave him nausea. He picked up his legs and with a little effort stood. He tickled her thighs and feet did not respond at first. He steps slowly, trembling, and walked, unsure, to exit the temple, that which gave Cancer. He sat in the first steps, hugging her knees and waited.
Kanon waited hoping that appear at any minute.
looked up, confirming that the stars shone a little harder that night and then looked down. He stopped at the temple of Athena first, then Sagittarius. And do not take his eyes off the ninth temple until he saw a figure drawn on the side. He stood up when the figure rose slightly cosmos, greeting. Saga shook his head and smiled, but soon he returned to the seriousness of forever.
- I that you had left - his voice was barely a whisper fearful. Kanon
shrugged. There was something in his eyes that made him awesome. A force that seemed contagious. And Saga wanted to stay close for a while to see if it was true.
- Naah - Kanon said then - I have a couple of things to do here. Kanon was
which put an arm around her shoulders and forced him to return to the temple. Whoever told him he had a couple of things that obtained and at the same time pressing her shoulder, reassuring him that everything would be fine. 'not important' , told him that arm over her shoulders, 'Because I'm here ', they said fingers closed over his shoulder. 'This time we will do the right thing' , said the faint smile on the lips of Kanon. And Saga was suddenly eager to believe.
So I smiled back. TBC
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