Disclaimer: Gundam Seed/ Destiny and the story (by E.S.) don't belong to me. They all belonged to someone else. This is just an abridged story. The same disclaimer goes for the up-coming chapters until the story ends.
Their Story
Chapter 1:
In the fall of my senior year, I got into the habit of studying at the Kusanagi Arts School library. Not just to eye the cheese, although I admit that I liked to look. The place was quiet, nobody knew me; no Elsman to trouble me, no Joule to ruse me and no Amalfi to smile always at me. And the reserve books were less in demand. The day before one of my history hour exams, I still hadn't gotten around to reading the first book on the list, an endemic Zaft disease. I ambled over to the reserve desk to get one of the books that would bail me out of the morrow. There were two girls working there; one a tall tennis-anyone type, the others a blonde type. I opted for the blonde.
"Do you have the Rise of Era?"
She shot a glance up at me.
"Do you have your own library?" she asked.
"Listen, Zaft Academy is allowed to use the Kusanagi library."
"I'm not talking about legality. I'm talking ethics. You guys have five million books. We have a few lousy thousand."
A superior-being type! The kind who thinks since the ratio of Kusanagi to Zaft is five to one; the girls must be five times as smart. I normally cut these types to ribbons, but just then I badly needed that goddamn book.
"Listen, I need that goddamn book."
"Would you please watch your profanity, Preppie?"
"What makes you so sure I went to Prep School?"
"You look stupid and rich," she said.
"You're wrong," I protested. "I'm actually smart and poor."
"Oh no. I'm smart and poor."
She was staring straight at me. Her eyes were amber. Okay, maybe I look rich, but I wouldn't let some Kusanagi – even one with pretty eyes – call me dumb.
"What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked.
"I wouldn't go for coffee with you," she answered.
I snorted, "Listen – I wouldn't ask you."
"That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid."
tbc