Fic: you must be mistaken

[ingenious_spark]

Title: you must be mistaken
Fandom: Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas
Rating: PG13/T
Warnings: angst, head injury
Relationships: Pisces Albafica/Aries Shion
Characters: Pisces Albafica, Aries Shion, Libra Dohko
Word Count: 373
Summary: A kiss for Albafica? Clearly went to the wrong recipient. Shion has a concussion, after all. Anything else would be borderline suicidal, wouldn't it?

Who would ever want to kiss someone with poison in their veins?

Albafica practically trips over him. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he’s going, though, so it isn’t that surprising. What is surprising is that the teenager is there at all, laid in the shade of a small tree, someone’s tunic folded carefully under his head, livid bruising beginning to purple at his temple. Albafica falls to his knees, hands fluttering over him without actually touching him.

“Shion, what happened,” he breathes, shocked and worried. This could be attack, but it could also be a training accident. He glances around- there are signs of a match in the churned earth of the training ground nearby. There’s a discarded pair of canteens, and two pairs of forgotten shoes. Training accident, then. He relaxes slightly, wondering if the offending party has run to get the healers.

Shion’s lovely brown eyes flutter open, and Albafica smiles shakily down at the Aries Saint. Shion smiles back up at him, and his pupils are dilated. Head injury, then.

“I missed you,” he slurs faintly, and Albafica frowns a little.

“Where is your-” he starts.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Shion interrupts. Albafica flushes. It’s not quite so bad when Shion says it, somehow.

“You need medical-” he tries again.

“So pretty and smart and wonderful,” Shion carols. “Makes me want to kiss you!” Shion beams up at him, and Albafica has the sinking suspicion that Shion thinks he’s someone else.

“No, Shion you’re wound- mnph!” Albafica freezes, unsure what to do, panic racing cold in his veins, as Shion grabs the back of his neck and drags him down into a kiss. A soft, wet tongue pries his lips apart and strokes against his own, and Albafica moans softly, low in his throat, going soft and pliant for a moment, before remembering himself. He drags himself away from Shion, fear making his heart beat double time. He hears running footsteps and darts away, hiding behind a pillar.

“Shion! I came as fast as I could!” Dohko skids into view, followed by a pair of healers who immediately begin fussing over the Aries Saint. So that’s what it was. Shion must have mistook him for Dohko. He turns and leaves, not hearing Shion’s bewildered query.

“Where did Albafica go?”