Notes: So, a bonus ficlet about Milo. I really love this song--it's originally in Japanese, and it's the opening to the live action version of GTO. But it reminds me of Milo, and it's a cool song, so I wrote this. It actually has been finished for a while, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it, but I have something else I want to discuss with everyone, so I am using this so I can talk to you guys. For my announcement, please see the end of the chapter.
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Milo – Poison (tr. Takayama Miyuki)
Milo often spent long afternoons like this thinking in his temple. People always thought of him as a cocky playboy, but in truth, he could also be thoughtful.
Always, I want to keep believing...
Until the very end, I want to keep thinking...
that there has to be some meaning to my life.
Sometimes he wondered if life were really worth everything. After all, they were all just waiting to die, all the Gold Saints. They were all servants of Athena, and—previously—her Pope, and therefore they did many things they would not have chosen otherwise. But if they were told to kill, or to shun their friends, or to die, they had to listen. Yet Milo liked to believe his life was worth something, and the world would be changed a little for the better after his sojourn here.
Smiling with a cold glare
Do guys who have had their very soul violated
really feel the pain of shedding tears?
How long it had been since he had cried? He wasn't even sure himself. It had been ages since he had really smiled, and much longer since he had laughed. But his soul was barely his own anymore—there had been too many lies and too many betrayals—and he wondered if tears or laughter even meant anything to someone like him anyway.
In this kind of world where you can't say what you want,
Poison
I'll go on with my life, still being true to myself.
Oh Oh
What kind of world was this, anyway? Why could they not fight as they please, but instead must be limited to defending their goddess only against non-holy beings? Why were the gods allowed to choose the fate of the world against the wishes of its occupants? Well, Milo would only do what he believed was right, regardless of what the gods mandated.
In this moment we face it head-on,
we have to fight
in order to keep our pride.
Milo knew he would fight Poseidon or Hades, or even Zeus himself, if Athena were endangered. He knew the others would agree with him. He knew that being a Saint was more than words and armors and Cosmos. He knew that the fighting was inevitable, and that the fight and death were all part of who they were. This was their pride, and what meant most to them.
Sitting on the stairs,
we went on talking of unending dreams
until the break of dawn.
Milo smiled briefly, remembering a long-ago morning. Camus had come to watch a meteor shower with him around 4 am, and the two of them had sat on the front steps of the Scorpio temple and talked—about anything and everything, about their beliefs, about their dreams. Camus had asked him what he dreamed of, and Milo had said his dream was to improve the world, even slightly. "My dream is to be able to make a world in which those I love will not have to suffer," Camus had replied softly, and Milo had realized with a jolt that he was included.
The seasons change casually
I unconsciously drop my eyes
Am I really getting used to being swept along?
It had been so long since that day, but Milo still remembered it clearly. As time had passed, he had slowly let go of those dreams he had told to Camus, and done as he was expected to, even when sometimes he did not agree with the Pope. He learned not to question the judgment of those above him, whether man or god. But was that really him?
In this kind of world where you can't have even small dreams,
Poison
I want to always, always be able to like being who I am.
Oh Oh
He still recalled the dreams he and Camus had shared on the stairs that day. They were simple dreams, but they were also impossible dreams. Because they could not stop the gods from making the people suffer. But Milo told himself he would never forget those dreams again, and he would force himself to remember that he had to fight, no matter what, no matter if his opponents were the gods, and he would never hate himself for it.
I want to cherish
each day I can live freely, so
I'll walk whatever path I want.
Because, by hell, if he wanted to try to make the world better, for Camus's sake and Hyoga's sake, even a little for his own sake, then he would do everything in his power to try. And if that meant fighting the gods to protect his goddess, he would do it unflinchingly. In fact, he would do it laughing.
I don't want to be manipulated by filthy lies and words.
Poison
I don't want to turn away from my true feelings.
Milo swore he would never return to the man he had been when Saga—Ares—had controlled Sanctuary. Even now, having to face his best friend, he would never be manipulated again. Whatever he felt would be what he would act upon, even if that meant fighting Kanon, and Camus, and Saga. Even if it meant going to Hades.
In this kind of world where you can't say what you want,
Poison
I'll go on with my life, being true to myself.
Oh Oh
This is my life, Milo told himself. And no one can tell me otherwise. We will fight, and we will die, now, and here. But for our goddess, for our world, for our pride, and for our dreams, we will fight with all we have against what is wrong, and never regret anything.
In this moment we face it head-on,
we have to fight
in order to keep our pride.
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