I just finished a marathon of this series and this won't leave my mind until i wrote it. The anime is awesome!!! I dunno what to make of this. I wanted to write a Lockon/Setsuna fic but it turned out this way.. lolz. Really, i surprised myself sometimes.. Be warned, not beta-ed. So, read at your own risk.

Summary: Just a twist and a peek in his thoughts at the scene where Lockon 'Neil Dylandy' Stratos was floating in space before he died. T-T

Disclaimer: As much as I want these pretty boys, I can't have them. They keep running away with their *sensored* Gundam suits. Sighs..

Gemstones

He never recalled the unofficial leader of the Gundam Meisters in the job discription when he agreed to sign up as one a few years back. After all, he was here for personal and selfish reasons. Then again, he was not really complaining. Compared to the high-strung tensity and animosity just a few weeks ago, he preferred the silent yet amiable companionship they shared now.

Allelujah was never distant yet the cheery façade was finally replaced with a small smile which touch his exquisite dwicoloured eyes with warmth and frankness.

The aloof and above-the-rest Tiera was now closer with them, replacing sneers and slicing criticism with words of encouragement and wisdom.

Finally, the robotic Kurdish boy was finally learning to see others beside the Gundams.

If anyone told him that this little rag-tag team of warped personalities would eventually create a bond, he would have told them "maybe in another lifetime". However, he would be forced to take back his words as the small little group of broken souls were able to mend their wounds and move forward together. He would never for his life believed that his words would leave such an impact on them. It was his honest opinion but his brother never responded to them.

Now, as he floated in the wide space, his body numbed from the shock of trauma and pain, he was quite surprised that his thoughts strayed to his three taciturn and eccentric teammates, no, his dearest friends. The feeling of worry welled up as he thought of their fledging step outside of the walls that they had build around themselves thanks to him. Then, he went and pulled off this reckless stunt. He felt guilty for not being able to be there to see them through the metamorphism to something majestic and breathtaking, like precious stones after treated.

Allelujah, warm and kind – the personification of Amber.

Tiera, mysterious yet soft like the purple Amethyst.

Setsuna, intense and beautiful as Sapphire.

His own treasures in the world, beside his brother. His heart clenched at not being able to be the gemstone cutter who would bring out the best in them. But worse of all, he was afraid for them and their fragile souls. They were strong, in body and in will. But similar to him, their souls had just started the road of mending.

The world had not change. In its turmoil state, he worried for his friends who still had to face the hardship and distortion. Therefore, he hated the world. Hated the cruel place which could swallow his famile whole. Hated the warped politics and distorted truth. Hated the misunderstanding and the aggression. Hated himself for not being able to go on protecting what was important to him.

Allelujah, Tiera, Setsuna, I'm sorry for leaving first.

Take care…

Darkness engulfed his vision as his body gave into the overwhelming tiredness that suddenly embraced him; body, mind and soul. Before the last consciousness left him, he thought he heard the sound of a GN Drive engine and felt the hard yet comforting giant mechanical fingers closing around him…