Teardrops

Pairings : MuxSaga, ShakaxAiolia, AphroditexShura, AphroditexMilo

Rated : M

Disclaimer : all characters belonged to the highly respected Masami Kurumada. No infringement intended.

Warnings : yaoi, rape (although I have tried not to go very detail on it), M-preg. Should there be more in later chapters, I will warn you accordingly.

Summary : After the 20th century Hades war, all Gold saints were resurrected and were back to Sanctuary. Follow the love lives of certain saints, through their happiness and despair.

A/N : So this story took place after the war. I have tried to make the characters based on the manga/anime, added with some OOC-ness, hope it won't strained too much. Also English is not my first language, so if anyone kind enough to be my beta, please let me know J Forgive me for any mistakes I made.

Prologue

Teardrop on the fire

Fearless on my breath

~ Massive Attack ~

It was late at night as Mu stood in his kitchen in the living quarter inside his temple. He was brewing some tea, which he would drink just before he went to bed. For the last few months it had become his habit, as the herbal tea he drank gave him so much comfort and calmness which enabled him to sleep more contently, releasing him from all distress he experienced through the day.

The day started just fine, just like any other day for the past six months. Six months ago, after the Hades War, all the Gold Saints had been resurrected by their Goddess Athena, as she thought that they had not prepared of too much lost. All Gold Saints died during the battle and Sanctuary hadn't been prepared with their replacements yet. Half of the place was totally ruined, all temples were so empty without their respected guardians and the Goddess badly needed any help she could get. So with her mighty ability and lots of miracles she borrowed from her father the Mighty Zeus, she had resurrected them all, the Great Pope Shion and Saga's twin brother Kanon included, and restored them to each of their task and respected temples.

All of them had accepted their faith, glad to be given a second chance in life, embracing it with everything they had. They had wasted no time in rebuilding the Holy Place and within six months, with extra efforts from everyone, Sanctuary was back, all in its holiness and magnificent glory.

The war was over and Hades was defeated, and while readying themselves waiting for the next threat, Mu and his revived comrades were living cozily enough. Saori had actually released them from any duty, allowing them to go anywhere they wished, giving them time to heal and rest as the compensation from losing their lives during the battle. She would only call them again should there was a real threat coming their way.

Mu was seriously contemplated on leaving. He thought of going back to Jamir to be with Kiki, his disciple whom he had left there since the battle had begun. But on a second thought, no one had left yet, with an exception of Deathmask who was seeking a temporary solitude in his origin country Italy, and Mu just didn't have a heart yet to leave his fellow saints, those who had proved themselves worthy of being called Golden Warriors during the war. All of them, even Saga, had won his respect and he found himself cherishing the time he currently had with his friends. Jamir could wait, there was still plenty of time to go back.

And so his and the other's days in Sanctuary usually was filled with the usual duties of Gold Saints, helping those Silver or Bronze saints to observe the training's progress of the army or trainee saints, and assisting the Pope, who sometimes gave them some missions outside of the country. These things meant nothing compared to the war they all had been through, it was only like a walk in the park, and so everyone seemed content with their new life. For once they could experience life at a much lower speed, without too much worry of getting to die very soon, and being a person who adored peace so much, Mu thought that life surely never could get better than this.

The tea was done and he was ready to sip at it, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door. The Tibetan beauty raised his head, brows almost kneaded in slight confusion. It wasn't very likely someone would visit him in this time of hour, but then maybe one of his fellow need something urgently. He surely couldn't say no to that, and with that the Aries saint walked to his door and reached the handle. He had wished to see maybe it was Aldebaran, Shaka Or Aiolia, three of whom he was closed to, standing at the door. But as he opened it, it turned out that he was wrong, and his face shook up with clear astonishment.

"Saga?"

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Outside of Pisces temple, Kanon and Aphrodite were standing at the top of the stairs, chattering in low voices.

The Pisces saint had just finished with his duty, still clad in his Pisces golden armor, his helmet was clutched under his left arm. He was on his way back to his temple, when he passed the Gemini temple and Kanon came out calling to him.

The blue haired beauty chuckled at something Kanon had just said. After the Hades war and all of them had been resurrected, it was true that Kanon was no longer an evil man he once was. Instead he had turned into a kind man, with an undoubted loyalty to the Goddess Athena. His allegiance to Sanctuary had been proven during the battle, and thus Athena had taken him to be her personal guard, an extra addition to the other twelve Gold saints. Saga had welcomed him and allowed his brother to stay in the Gemini temple, as he once was said, intending to mend the previous broken relationship between them.

They were still talking when suddenly Aphrodite detected a familiar cosmos approaching. He tensed and turned his head slightly, just in time to see.. there it was, the source of his uneasiness for the last few weeks, coming out of the shadows of the trees, climbing the stairs in their direction. He could feel his fists were clenched on its own, as the man grew nearer and finally halted just in front of him and Kanon.

"Good evening," the heavy voice of Capricorn Shura greeted them, "Kanon, Aphrodite."

"Good evening Shura," Kanon smiled politely, gazing back at the saint in his Capricorn Gold cloth, "I see you are just finished with your duty?"

"I am."Shura nodded. But he wasn't paying any further attention to Kanon as his dark eyes bore deeply into the one next to the Gemini twin, "I think I need to talk to Aphrodite. Why didn't I see you at the training field today?"

Aphrodite startled. He gazed back at the Capricorn man, almost stuttered in his reply, "I have no idea. I was there though."

"Really?" The Spanish raised his elegant eyebrows and shrugged, "Well guess I was too busy then. So can I talk to you now?"

The blue haired tried to keep his tone neutral, but what came out was very close to a hiss, "There's nothing to talk about Shura. It's late and I'm in the middle of a conversation with Kanon, so maybe it's best if you just be on your way."

"I will, once I'm done talking to you," Shura retorted quietly, "As I believe, you owe me some explanation?"

"I owe you nothing," Aphrodite spat, standing rooted the ground and looked very obvious that he wouldn't want to go anywhere with the dark haired saint.

At seeing this Shura's eyes narrowed slightly and his eyes switched from Aphrodite to Kanon and back, before he then asked, "I'm sorry, are you with him now?"

"Shura!"

Kanon cleared his throat, "No Shura. Aphrodite is a friend. We're just having a friendly talk."

"Then he won't have any problem to spare his time to chat with me instead, no?" Shura questioned, and looked back to gaze at the Pisces saint, "As I said, I wish to speak with you, Aphrodite dear, and urgently, as I really don't have much time." Suddenly he grabbed Aphrodite's slim wrist, too fast for the Pisces to acknowledge, and still didn't smile as he once again asked, "Please?"

The pretty man looked into Shura's eyes. The determination in there was very intent. Shura was deadly serious and Aphrodite felt like he was already losing it. He really didn't want to cause any embarrassing scene, it was already late at night, and thus couldn't contemplate on any other way than to get along with it. He turned his head to Kanon, who stood quite next to him.

"I'll be right back Kanon, it's just for a little while."

"Sure," Kanon nodded understandingly and retreated, pretending not to stare as the two made their way. Of course, who haven't learned about Shura and Aphrodite being together? Their announced love relationship had caused a bit of chaos few months back, and their current separation had even caused more than that. While Aphrodite seemed fine with it, for Shura seemed like he was still had a hard time getting through it. Whatever Shura wished to talk about with Aphrodite, the twin only hoped that he would not harm him, or Kanon would be forced to get involved.

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Shaka sighed, feeling defeated. He had tried to meditate three times today and none of them was any success. He had found it so hard to concentrate in the last few months. He would only succeed doing it maybe in the first hour, then afterwards his mind would start reeling on its own and everything would be ruined. He grew agitated a lot, like he was not the usual Shaka, the usually very preserved and most serene person in the whole Sanctuary. It was like he was a totally different person and couldn't go back to the man he once was, because the man closest to God did not supposed to be agitated.

This was devastating.

Slowly, the Virgo saint brushed his blond ponytail off his face and put down both his hand. His usually closed eyes were now opened and his blue eyes stared down at his hands. And since when they had begun trembling?

It was the nightmare, he knew it. They had started few weeks just after his resurrection. Again it was not him. The real Shaka was never got disturbed by a mere nightmare, which was why he had his eyes closed all the time so he couldn't see all the bad things that took place around him, wouldn't have to see all desperation or sufferings emitted and received by those so called themselves human beings, and therefore eliminated the chance for him of having bad dreams.

But recently, that was not happened. The nightmare always made him wake at night, made him feared of sleeping itself, which at the end led him to a certain degree of tiredness and agitation. He had tried to redeem it, to fight it, through long hours of meditation. He poured his extra energy and some extra cosmos to it, put his concentration fully into his meditation, connecting his soul to the God, asking for strength. It had worked, for some times, until it was no longer effective as the nightmare then began to infiltrate him even when he was in those states. They started to haunt him when he was fully awake, while he was in his meditating state or during his daily routines. And that was when he started to tremble frequently.

Shaka felt lucky that so far he still able to hide it, his fear, his fatigue, and everything related to it. He confined himself in his temple, with a very few of his friends allowed to visit him from time to time and managed to not let anyone knew since he was never an opened person at first place. Then again he might prefer to die, again, rather than to be in forever disgrace should anyone knew what his problem was. But he knew that if this continued, he might have to consult it with someone because he felt it had begun to get on his nerves. He knew that the time would finally come when he couldn't take it anymore and he would be forced to talk out his problem.

He lifted his face, staring out the window at the darkness surrounded his temple. It was getting harder and harder each time to keep his eyes closed all the time. He felt like losing his senses. Not to mention there was definitely something wrong with his cosmos, Shaka very much doubted if it was okay for him to go for a battle in this condition. He was so messed up and he didn't know what to do. If he could chose, Shaka would opted to not be brought back to life had he knew this life would only led into this mess.

The Virgo saint could feel tears gradually starting to swell in his eyes.

Kind Buddha..please tell me what to do..

Tbc..