Title: -08- The Coffee Day
Topic: Saint Seiya
Summary: A tale to be shared.
Rating: T
Genre: Humor

Drabble 08.
(The Coffee Day)

Hyoga’s distain for coffee was a difficult trait to miss. It was rare for him to even hear the full word, the very inkling would send him fleeing from any situation at a moments notice. To hear Peggi tell of how the seemingly harmless liquid (“…It’s NOT harmless.”) came to be the bane of Hyoga’s very being resembled an exaggerated Spanish soap opera of drama, intrigue, and general not nice-ness with lots of fire.

The real thing was far less complicated, with no actual fire.

When Resa’s air-conditioning unit had given out on a particularly nasty ninety-eight degree ridden day, Peggi’s apartment was offered as refuge for everyone to not die of heat-stroke. With everyone shoved into even closer quarters Peggi fell back on what the modern world had taught her for baby-sitting; throw in a movie, provide unhealthy treats and tell everyone to shut it.

The last bit was discarded early on.

“Everybody’s dead.”

The room let out a collective groan.

“Dammit Peggi!” Seiya, never one to miss a chance to quibble with any of the girls, glared up from the floor at the youkai. “Why do you always have to ruin the movie?!”

Peggi rolled her eyes. “I’m not ruining it; I’m just giving you a heads up. You know, in case you miss the visual cues.”

“We haven’t even gotten through the opening yet!”

“We would have if you hadn’t started yelling.” Hyoga snickered. Seiya glared. Hyoga pled innoncent, tossing some popcorn in his mouth to hide how much he was enjoying the brunette’s frustration.

“There’s going to be a fanatical religious group-” Harmony place some cards on the coffee table between Camus and herself. Eevee was right, this game beat algebra homework any day. “Burning because of their blind faith.”

“Wait.” Milo, who hadn’t been paying attention to much more than Harmony and Camus’ epic Crazy-Eights death-match, looked at Harmony quizzically. “How do you figure that?”

“There was a burning cross over the family after they found the daughter and started hugging.” Camus put down a card. Harmony said nothing, putting down her own cards. A flash of amusement tugged at the Aquarius saint’s face. “If you had been paying attention, maybe you would have noticed.”

“… yeah, I definitely missed it.”

“Are we going to finish the movie?” Hyoga asked, but with little enthusiasm.

“Boring!” With good reason. Peggi bounded up from the couch and out of her boyfriends grasp. She pulled Shun from the couch and started making her way to the kitchen. “We’re going to get some coffee.”

“Wait, we are…?”

“Coffee sounds good.” Hyoga pushed up from the floor, following in the others footsteps.

Harmony registered the information, her eyes loosing any enjoyment the cards had been bringing her.

“Wait!” She sprang to her seat, sending three aces and a king flying. “Hyoga! Don’t-”

Thud.

Everyone watched, slightly bewildered, as the blonde saint fell, his back meeting the floor. Slowly, what had just transpired took hold of their thoughts. Camus even cringed a little at the idea of what his pupil had just witnessed. Resa, who ruled her apartment with an iron fist, felt some form of pity.

“Hey,” Milo, on the other hand, found the whole thing hilarious. A slight twitch from the Cygnus Saint at the Gold Saint’s delighted tone. “Hyoga, want some coffee?”

Hyoga took off, slamming the front door closed as he darted from the compound. For a moment, everyone just stared.

Three blocks away Ikki slept, blissfully unaware of the newest Hyoga-torture-technique.

Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada
Original Characters © Their Respective Owners