Saint Seiya Oneshots

Teamwork | Shiryu X Reader

(pheeeewww, this one's my longest yet, brace yourselves y'all 😅)

Shiryu was starting to get tired. He had been walking forever, carrying the two boxes in which were the broken Dragon and Pegasus Cloths. He had heard the only saint capable to fix them was Mu, the Aries gold saint. He'd never met him before and didn't know if he would even accept to repair the two cloths. He knew the way to where he lived, but he didn't know what to expect.

He had arrived to Tibet a little while ago, and a pretty short road was left until he got to Mu's residence. His back hurt like hell. His face was red and covered in sweat. He practically didn't feel his legs anymore. He hoped to get to his destination before his back broke. What a stupid way to die, especially when your friends are in danger and need your help.

The sun shone bright and he had to put a hand above his eyes, but he thought he saw a tall house, alone in the distance. Shiryu gasped in relief. He was finally almost there. He started walking a bit faster, as if that happiness had suddenly given him more energy.

When he finally found himself in front of the house, Shiryu put the two boxes containing the cloths on the ground. He was breathing heavily now. "Hello? Anyone here?" he called as loud as he could.

No response. So he tried it again, this time louder because he had started to catch his breath again. But the place was still completely quiet. Was there really no one? Shiryu found it suspicious. He'd been told it was here. The strange shape of the house corresponded exactly to what he had been told.

"I guess I have no choice but to go back and look for Mu elsewhere," Shiryu mumbled to himself. But he had walked for so long with those two giant boxes behind his back, and was really not willing to do the whole thing again. He was already tired, knowing what was ahead of him.

He took the boxes and put one of them on top of the other behind his back. But as he was ready to leave again, he heard footsteps coming from the house. He looked carefully at the entrance door, waiting for someone to show up.

A person emerged from the dark and into the sunlight, allowing Shiryu to see for himself. The person was clearly not a saint. It was a young girl, with no cloth or mask. She was out of breath, just like Shiryu had been when he had first gotten there.

"Sorry for taking so long," she said to him. "I would have answered your calls, but this house is so big you wouldn't have heard me anyway." The girl spoke in a little voice, and Shiryu guessed she was a bit intimidated.

"It's alright. I just thought there was no one here," he smiled at her. "What's your name?"

"I'm (Y/N). I bet you're here to see Master Mu, aren't you ?"

"I am, indeed. I am Shiryu, the bronze saint of Dragon." The two people shook hands and smiled politely at each other.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N) said, "but Master Mu isn't here right now. I don't know where he is, to be honest. It's not the first time he's disappeared like that. Do you want me to... tell him something for you?"

"I don't know if you can help, actually," he answered. "I have these two broken cloths here with me, and I need them fixed as soon as possible. But I heard Mu was the only saint capable of doing it."

Shiryu put the two boxes back on the ground and (Y/N) looked at them. As Mu's assistant, she knew he wasn't the only one who could do it. He didn't want everyone to know, so people in general pretended it to be his secret. But he had nothing special, no superpower or anything like that to repair cloths.

"He isn't the only one who can do it," she admitted to Shiryu. "And if he were here, he'd probably tell you to do it yourself, so I'll tell you anyway." She looked at the black-haired boy and then at the cloths. "Saint cloths can be fixed with someone's blood."