"Together" (Saint Seiya, Saga & Kanon, for #5 #9 #11 #12 #15 #19)
Title: Together.
Author/Artist: sagakure
Pairing: Saga & Kanon. (In this one, not quite a pairing, as it's passed back when they were kids. Just cute fluff, for once).
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Themes: 5. "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
9. dash
11. gardenia
12. in a good mood
15. perfect blue
19. red||
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|| 05:「あのさ」
09:ダッシュ
11:くちなしの花
12:ゴキゲン
15:perfect blue
19:赤
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya isn't mine, and it's most likely better that way. XD
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FIC : Together
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Saga & Kanon
Rating : G
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya. Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
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↓↓ Quick and messy oekaki of the twins. ^^;/ ↓↓
↓↓ It's a bonus to the fic. XD; ↓↓
He hated it.
He hated that dark closet, he hated the things stored here and there in it, the smell of old stuff that belonged to their master, the tiny little window too close to the ceiling for him to reach, and too small for him to escape through it should he even try a silent escalade of the shelves.
He hated how their master would always hear it and barge into the room should he try to escalade them.
He hated the long hours spent there, in the dark, supposedly so that he’d “reflect upon his acts”, and “regret his misbehavior”, but that were actually spent imagining over and over with an evil glee all the horrible things he would like to do to their master if he was powerful enough, or the things he could be doing having fun outside if he wasn’t locked there.
Like skipping training again to explore Sanctuary in secret, or laze around in the sun, although those activities would most likely get him once again locked in the closet.
This used to be the storage closet, but it was called “Kanon’s closet” nowadays, because of how often the younger twin ended up spending time in it.
Oh, how he hated those bleached stone walls, darkened by the years and filled with cobwebs here and there, that he’d pull off and roll between his fingers to make little grey balls at the worst moments of boredom during his hours spent locked there.
How he hated the silence there, the darkness, the dim light pouring from the tiny window, and the emptiness, that immense feeling of there being nothing really there, other than him.
But more than anything, how he hated the solitude of the closet.
Not just any form solitude though, for Kanon was anything but a social child -- and how could he be social, with his status of shadow for Saga, forced to remain secret to anyone in Sanctuary but their master and the Kyoukou?
It wasn’t the lack of playmates that saddened him. It was the lack of Saga.
For Kanon, the world revolved around Saga. Their master might damn him to the farthest corners of this world or another, he couldn’t care less if he had his twin. But a word of disapproval from Saga would be heavier than the worst condemnations from their master or even the Kyoukou.
Which might be why no matter how many hours he spent locked in the closet, Kanon didn’t really regret whatever bad thing he’d done that day. As long as it wasn’t Saga complaining, he didn’t really feel like he did a bad thing.
Saga did disapprove of his acts though, but he knew just how much his words could weight in Kanon’s mind, and used of that power sparingly, and only when his younger brother really did something way too out of the norms, or that could endanger his safety. Saga didn’t want to hurt him, but he wished so much that Kanon would cease to be a bad boy, so that he would be punished less often and they wouldn’t be apart as often.
They both missed each other so very dearly, during the hours Kanon spent grounded.
But at least, Saga had his lessons, or physical training and classical studies, and was generally kept so busy by their master that he was left with little time to concentrate on missing Kanon. The Gemini saint knew better than leaving his main disciple and future successor slacking around in the private chambers of sneaking about the closet door.
On these days, it was only at the end of the day, when Saga collapsed on his bed exhausted, that the master allowed Kanon out, with a stern glare watching for any signs of defiance from his younger pupil.
It never ceased to amaze -- and often depress -- him to see how different the two children could be. Saga was always so polite, so gentle and pliant to command. Quick to grasp the concepts he was taught, and even quicker to obey whatever order or execute whatever exercise. Never a moment of rebellion, never a disrespectful word or defiant look. He was the very perfect image of how the ideal pupil should be, and the Gemini saint found himself thinking from time to time that he was very lucky to have such a kind-hearted and studious boy for disciple.
Perhaps it was to counterbalance said luck that Kanon was always ever so defiant, never quite fully acknowledging the master’s authority -- sometimes he had the nerve to glance at Saga for confirmation of the order, rather than obey the master right away, although he knew better than disobey a direct order as long as Gemini was in full sight…once he turned his back, it was another matter. Kanon was always ready for physical training but bored to no end with the theory -- unless it was explained by Saga -- always rebellious no matter what, slacking off, speaking in an impolite manner, using swearing words as soon as their master was nearly out of ear-sight, and generally always so unbearable.
Gemini sighed, sitting at the head of the table in the large dining room of his private quarters, running a distracted gaze through the headlines of the local newspaper and enjoying a tea break before going out again for the afternoon training session with Saga.
His disciple stood at attention nearby, waiting for his master while fidgeting uneasily. He could easily feel Kanon’s sadness and loneliness through their bond. Even more so today than usually, maybe because Kanon had been punished more often lately, and the increased time spent apart was really wearing them two children down.
But he wouldn’t dare to ask the master to forgive Kanon and let him out of his punishment. Not only he knew that it would be of no help, but he didn’t dare to speak up to the man, nor to question his orders, afraid that a direct confrontation might only make things worse.
A beautiful ancient vase, ornate with paintings from the previous Holy Wars and filled with gardenias -- the master’s favorite flowers -- sat atop the nearby gueridon. Saga remembered staring at the perfect blue of the paintings on the vase for long minutes, whenever he’d wait for the master to finish his daily reading and go out to continue his training. He’d pick one of the heroes pictured in the intricate battle scenes and try to imagine how the man’s life could have been, the other battles he lived until that day, whether he survived the war or not, and so on. That and various other ways to attempt to entertain his bored brain while he waited.
But today, it wasn’t working, because rather than being able to concentrate on whatever else, he kept feeling his brother’s sadness through the cosmo, stronger than ever. Kanon was crying. He could feel it. But the closet wasn’t far away, and yet no noise could be heard. The younger twin was too proud to let their master hear his sorrow.
And then, a spark of genius flashed in Saga’s eyes, and he saw the solution to the problem.
There was a swift move, like a dash, but it was so quick and small that it might not have grasped Gemini’s attention, if it wasn’t for the loud crashing noise that followed it.
The vase, that ancient vase he liked so much, was smashed on the ground, reduced to countless little pieces of ancient battles, the flowers defiled and the water running free on the stone tiles, taking a red tinge because of the dark marble ground, making it seem like the vase and the flowers were murdered.
“Saga! What happened?!” - It was clear that his disciple was the origin of that accident, but the Gemini saint just couldn’t fathom what could have happened, or what could have passed through the boy’s mind.
Naturally, he was even more surprised to hear the answer to his question.
Or the tone in which it was said, completely different from the respectful way Saga normally talked to his master.
“Duh! Stupid vase was on the way, not my fault!!”
And did the kid just roll his eyes at him?! His previously still somewhat good mood now completely spoiled, the Gemini saint couldn’t believe his eyes, and stared dumbfounded at the child in front of him, as if the boy had suddenly sprouted a second head or something similar.
Kanon hugged his knees to his chest, his mind filled with the most diverse and dark thoughts when the door of the closet opened suddenly. Blinded by the light because his eyes had gotten too used to the dark, and afraid of what might be the reason of that sudden interruption of his punishment, he backed off a little, quickly stopped when his back met the shelves behind him.
As soon as his eyes adjusted a bit, he saw the silhouette of their master, firmly holding Saga by his arm, pushing him into the closet and angrily warning them:
“And I better not hear a single word from you two, or you’ll regret it!”
As quickly as he went in, he was gone, and the darkness filled the place once again.
Except that now it didn’t feel lonely anymore. Kanon stared at Saga, not understanding what could have happened, and not quite daring to ask just yet. Saga was normally almost never punished. He was the very embodiment of the perfect disciple.
The older twin sat next to Kanon in silence, rubbing his left cheek, which was redder than the right one.
“Hey, Saga… what happened?!” - Kanon finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and asked in a low whisper.
“I figured out a way for us to get together when you’re punished.”
Kanon realized what Saga meant, and didn’t know what to say. To think that his brother, who usually never dared to speak up to their master, would do this just for him… It brought tears to Kanon’s eyes, and unable to think of something to say to thank Saga, he just leaned closer, and quickly kissed his twin’s cheek, brushing his lips against the soft skin in a shy and hurried contact.
Saga, who wasn’t expecting it, yelped lightly in surprise.
“What was that for?!”
Kanon couldn’t help but giggle, his eyes wet from happiness, and when Saga saw his face, he snuggled closer, giggling too.
The voice of their master screaming from behind the door that he had ordered them to be silent was the only interruption to their giggles, which they tried to muffle and reduce to whispers with very moderate success, even more so when they realized that there was more amusement than anger in the Gemini saint’s voice.
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Sagakure
Author/Artist: sagakure
Pairing: Saga & Kanon. (In this one, not quite a pairing, as it's passed back when they were kids. Just cute fluff, for once).
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Themes: 5. "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
9. dash
11. gardenia
12. in a good mood
15. perfect blue
19. red||
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|| 05:「あのさ」
09:ダッシュ
11:くちなしの花
12:ゴキゲン
15:perfect blue
19:赤
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya isn't mine, and it's most likely better that way. XD
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FIC : Together
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Saga & Kanon
Rating : G
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya. Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
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↓↓ Quick and messy oekaki of the twins. ^^;/ ↓↓
↓↓ It's a bonus to the fic. XD; ↓↓
He hated it.
He hated that dark closet, he hated the things stored here and there in it, the smell of old stuff that belonged to their master, the tiny little window too close to the ceiling for him to reach, and too small for him to escape through it should he even try a silent escalade of the shelves.
He hated how their master would always hear it and barge into the room should he try to escalade them.
He hated the long hours spent there, in the dark, supposedly so that he’d “reflect upon his acts”, and “regret his misbehavior”, but that were actually spent imagining over and over with an evil glee all the horrible things he would like to do to their master if he was powerful enough, or the things he could be doing having fun outside if he wasn’t locked there.
Like skipping training again to explore Sanctuary in secret, or laze around in the sun, although those activities would most likely get him once again locked in the closet.
This used to be the storage closet, but it was called “Kanon’s closet” nowadays, because of how often the younger twin ended up spending time in it.
Oh, how he hated those bleached stone walls, darkened by the years and filled with cobwebs here and there, that he’d pull off and roll between his fingers to make little grey balls at the worst moments of boredom during his hours spent locked there.
How he hated the silence there, the darkness, the dim light pouring from the tiny window, and the emptiness, that immense feeling of there being nothing really there, other than him.
But more than anything, how he hated the solitude of the closet.
Not just any form solitude though, for Kanon was anything but a social child -- and how could he be social, with his status of shadow for Saga, forced to remain secret to anyone in Sanctuary but their master and the Kyoukou?
It wasn’t the lack of playmates that saddened him. It was the lack of Saga.
For Kanon, the world revolved around Saga. Their master might damn him to the farthest corners of this world or another, he couldn’t care less if he had his twin. But a word of disapproval from Saga would be heavier than the worst condemnations from their master or even the Kyoukou.
Which might be why no matter how many hours he spent locked in the closet, Kanon didn’t really regret whatever bad thing he’d done that day. As long as it wasn’t Saga complaining, he didn’t really feel like he did a bad thing.
Saga did disapprove of his acts though, but he knew just how much his words could weight in Kanon’s mind, and used of that power sparingly, and only when his younger brother really did something way too out of the norms, or that could endanger his safety. Saga didn’t want to hurt him, but he wished so much that Kanon would cease to be a bad boy, so that he would be punished less often and they wouldn’t be apart as often.
They both missed each other so very dearly, during the hours Kanon spent grounded.
But at least, Saga had his lessons, or physical training and classical studies, and was generally kept so busy by their master that he was left with little time to concentrate on missing Kanon. The Gemini saint knew better than leaving his main disciple and future successor slacking around in the private chambers of sneaking about the closet door.
On these days, it was only at the end of the day, when Saga collapsed on his bed exhausted, that the master allowed Kanon out, with a stern glare watching for any signs of defiance from his younger pupil.
It never ceased to amaze -- and often depress -- him to see how different the two children could be. Saga was always so polite, so gentle and pliant to command. Quick to grasp the concepts he was taught, and even quicker to obey whatever order or execute whatever exercise. Never a moment of rebellion, never a disrespectful word or defiant look. He was the very perfect image of how the ideal pupil should be, and the Gemini saint found himself thinking from time to time that he was very lucky to have such a kind-hearted and studious boy for disciple.
Perhaps it was to counterbalance said luck that Kanon was always ever so defiant, never quite fully acknowledging the master’s authority -- sometimes he had the nerve to glance at Saga for confirmation of the order, rather than obey the master right away, although he knew better than disobey a direct order as long as Gemini was in full sight…once he turned his back, it was another matter. Kanon was always ready for physical training but bored to no end with the theory -- unless it was explained by Saga -- always rebellious no matter what, slacking off, speaking in an impolite manner, using swearing words as soon as their master was nearly out of ear-sight, and generally always so unbearable.
Gemini sighed, sitting at the head of the table in the large dining room of his private quarters, running a distracted gaze through the headlines of the local newspaper and enjoying a tea break before going out again for the afternoon training session with Saga.
His disciple stood at attention nearby, waiting for his master while fidgeting uneasily. He could easily feel Kanon’s sadness and loneliness through their bond. Even more so today than usually, maybe because Kanon had been punished more often lately, and the increased time spent apart was really wearing them two children down.
But he wouldn’t dare to ask the master to forgive Kanon and let him out of his punishment. Not only he knew that it would be of no help, but he didn’t dare to speak up to the man, nor to question his orders, afraid that a direct confrontation might only make things worse.
A beautiful ancient vase, ornate with paintings from the previous Holy Wars and filled with gardenias -- the master’s favorite flowers -- sat atop the nearby gueridon. Saga remembered staring at the perfect blue of the paintings on the vase for long minutes, whenever he’d wait for the master to finish his daily reading and go out to continue his training. He’d pick one of the heroes pictured in the intricate battle scenes and try to imagine how the man’s life could have been, the other battles he lived until that day, whether he survived the war or not, and so on. That and various other ways to attempt to entertain his bored brain while he waited.
But today, it wasn’t working, because rather than being able to concentrate on whatever else, he kept feeling his brother’s sadness through the cosmo, stronger than ever. Kanon was crying. He could feel it. But the closet wasn’t far away, and yet no noise could be heard. The younger twin was too proud to let their master hear his sorrow.
And then, a spark of genius flashed in Saga’s eyes, and he saw the solution to the problem.
There was a swift move, like a dash, but it was so quick and small that it might not have grasped Gemini’s attention, if it wasn’t for the loud crashing noise that followed it.
The vase, that ancient vase he liked so much, was smashed on the ground, reduced to countless little pieces of ancient battles, the flowers defiled and the water running free on the stone tiles, taking a red tinge because of the dark marble ground, making it seem like the vase and the flowers were murdered.
“Saga! What happened?!” - It was clear that his disciple was the origin of that accident, but the Gemini saint just couldn’t fathom what could have happened, or what could have passed through the boy’s mind.
Naturally, he was even more surprised to hear the answer to his question.
Or the tone in which it was said, completely different from the respectful way Saga normally talked to his master.
“Duh! Stupid vase was on the way, not my fault!!”
And did the kid just roll his eyes at him?! His previously still somewhat good mood now completely spoiled, the Gemini saint couldn’t believe his eyes, and stared dumbfounded at the child in front of him, as if the boy had suddenly sprouted a second head or something similar.
Kanon hugged his knees to his chest, his mind filled with the most diverse and dark thoughts when the door of the closet opened suddenly. Blinded by the light because his eyes had gotten too used to the dark, and afraid of what might be the reason of that sudden interruption of his punishment, he backed off a little, quickly stopped when his back met the shelves behind him.
As soon as his eyes adjusted a bit, he saw the silhouette of their master, firmly holding Saga by his arm, pushing him into the closet and angrily warning them:
“And I better not hear a single word from you two, or you’ll regret it!”
As quickly as he went in, he was gone, and the darkness filled the place once again.
Except that now it didn’t feel lonely anymore. Kanon stared at Saga, not understanding what could have happened, and not quite daring to ask just yet. Saga was normally almost never punished. He was the very embodiment of the perfect disciple.
The older twin sat next to Kanon in silence, rubbing his left cheek, which was redder than the right one.
“Hey, Saga… what happened?!” - Kanon finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and asked in a low whisper.
“I figured out a way for us to get together when you’re punished.”
Kanon realized what Saga meant, and didn’t know what to say. To think that his brother, who usually never dared to speak up to their master, would do this just for him… It brought tears to Kanon’s eyes, and unable to think of something to say to thank Saga, he just leaned closer, and quickly kissed his twin’s cheek, brushing his lips against the soft skin in a shy and hurried contact.
Saga, who wasn’t expecting it, yelped lightly in surprise.
“What was that for?!”
Kanon couldn’t help but giggle, his eyes wet from happiness, and when Saga saw his face, he snuggled closer, giggling too.
The voice of their master screaming from behind the door that he had ordered them to be silent was the only interruption to their giggles, which they tried to muffle and reduce to whispers with very moderate success, even more so when they realized that there was more amusement than anger in the Gemini saint’s voice.
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Sagakure