Gundam Seed/Destiny © Mitsuo Fukuda and Affiliations.
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Warning: super slow progress, might be OOC.
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Restarting
By : Naw d Blume
Beta-ed by: JadeDragonHawk
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Two red dots appeared clearly on her neck. The pain was killing her as the dripping red liquid fell down to the earth alongside the rain. Blood and water. Red blood and clear water. Her beautiful eyes became as big as saucer plates at the sudden surprise; her face was full of fear while the shock made her tremble. Her hands went limp at the sides of her soaked body. The incident happened unexpectedly, without any warning; there were no signs.
She stared clearly at the figure in front of her – the figure of the most breathtaking man she had ever seen. However, one thing for sure was that he was not a mere man. He was a man. He was a man with a fascinating smell. It hypnotized her, but couldn't lessen the increasing pain she felt. This man's shoulders were broad and well-built like the military soldiers she always saw on the television. The clutch on her shoulders was so strong it prevented her from moving around at all. There were two dreadful dark green eyes staring hard into her two fearful ones. They were the most unusual eyes she had ever seen in her entire life; the most intriguing, fascinating, and … frightening all at once. Like two stones of emerald, they shone dimly.
She slowly slumped down to the wet ground. Her once clear view started blurring until everything turned black. She had just lost her consciousness, her last connection to reality.
The rain stopped pouring down onto the Earth, leaving only a few puddles of water on the land as evidence of its existence just minutes before. An opened yellow umbrella was left untouched on the side of the road. The cloudy sky became clearer. The clouds disappeared bit by bit, showing hundreds of blinking stars.
A pair of beautiful green eyes shone dimly under the moonlight when the full moon appeared from behind one of the remaining grey clouds. The smell of sweet things was suddenly replaced by the smell of the ground. The rain had washed over everything –nothing had been skipped.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
A necklace around his throat glowed red. The target had been found.
"Why…?" a deep masculine voice was heard.
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Three years ago.
There was a new task given by The Boss. The task was a special one –with the big words 'very confidential' on top, meaning that task was from The Council directly. Tasks from The Council were supposed to be extremely rare. In a hundred years, only a few had appeared and those were given only to the best among the best. Such tasks weren't merely tasks. They had dangerous side effects. Everything owned by those who received and accepted the tasks would be put on the line –including their existences.
The current task would be based in the area of Orb since they knew that here was the source of the numerous rumors which had been whispered from one person to all the others – causing the chaos that was still spreading through the world as everyone scrambled to test the truth of what they had heard. No one knew the truth behind these rumors –except The Eye … the people who knew since the very beginning. Chosen men would proceed to investigate as a team. A team of four members. The Chosen.
He was one of four people that fulfilled several exacting requirements. He was one of the best among the best. The other three would be, too. No one who was less than 'the best' would be able to complete the task.
The first time he set foot on the ground of Orb, he felt something within the area; something sprayed around through the fresh air of the starry night. It was something unrecognizable, but it was so intriguing that he felt paralyzed. Something probably would happen here. Waiting for it to unfold by itself was the last option. If it didn't want to unfold willingly, he would gladly lend a hand to force it.
"Zala, move your ass from that spot already." A silver haired man said harshly to him.
"Yzak. Mind your tongue. Don't be disrespectful." One of high council representatives, Captain Zelman, reprimanded him. A frown creased his forehead. The best among the best apparently didn't have the best behavior. It made him itch to hear such language from the silver haired man. Fortunately, he was there only to deliver them to their new place, the place prepared for them for the duration of the task.
"Tch… Shut up, old man."
If he heard more such language from Yzak, surely, he wouldn't be able to contain his anger. He shifted his attention to the captain. Athrun Zala was the one chosen as the captain of the small group. He was more than capable to lead the group, although Yzak quite naturally disagreed with the decision. The navy haired man ignored the uproar his people were making, if they were included in the category; and walked forward to the south.
"Let's go."
Four men followed after him.
Flashback ends.
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Two amber eyes fluttered open, but closed again when light hit them. There were too many things making her head and heart hurt, although she didn't know what was making her feel like that. Blinking repeatedly, she tried to make herself grow used to the light. When her eyes were able to adjust, what she saw was the whiteness of an unknown room where she was lying. She was certain that she was in a hospital. The smell of the room confirmed it. Additionally, there were a bunch of tools around her –the kinds you could always find in a hospital.
"I … hospital?"
She tried to remember everything from before. However, her head seemed to be telling her to stop thinking. It hurt to think. To remember. To know. Thousands of fragments returned once more and caused her to flinch. She felt that someone had entered the room, walking near her, but she couldn't bring her blurry eyes to focus on who it was.
"A doctor?"
The pain on her head suddenly invited her to the blackness; leaving the whiteness of the hospital room. If only she had stayed a little bit longer, she would have seen the person with dim green eyes that were full of pain. The last eyes she had seen. The last intriguing color of the mysterious man.
"I'm sorry…."
The man touched her hands. The regret came back slowly when he saw her fair-skinned neck.
The occurrence was an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen. But what had happened was done, nothing could turn it back. Even if he tried hard, it was impossible to do. Or was it? Restarting everything … would he be able to do it? He … he was a-
Three years ago.
"It is an important task. We expect good news from you. Your limit is five years." Captain Zelman told the chosen men slowly before he rose and walked to an azure haired man who stood near a window –The Captain. "Your father has placed a lot of trust in you. Don't disappoint him."
A pair of jade eyes stared at him coldly. "I know."
Captain Zelman sighed. "Then, I will go back to report. Be sure that you don't expose our existence to those people." Having said that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. He was already on his way to the small road in front of the mansion where they stayed.
Four people were left occupying the room. They were wherever they wanted. Some were standing. Some were sitting. In the dim light from the nearly-risen sun, they were like those who were in the magazines. You think that they were some sort of hot men? You would not be too far wrong. Because they were men … and also something you would never have imagined could be real creatures. They were not human.
They were vampires.
The 'vampire' in the same meaning of 'Dracula'.
The 'vampire' who sucks blood to live on after death.
The 'vampire' who lives for thousands years.
The 'vampire' who preys on humans.
The 'vampire' who becomes the hunter of humans.
However, they were not common vampires. They were…
The Chosen.
The silver haired man sat down, frowning, on a round table in the middle of the room. He was a member of the Joule family, Yzak Joule. He was one of the coldest men in ZAFT, an organization of vampires' representatives under The Boss. He had a pair of sky blue eyes. Those shining eyes had surely caught the interest of countless women –and men, if I may add. However, no one seemed to succeed in getting his attention, since he was already married to the one and only one, once Shiho Hahnenfuss, now Shiho Joule.
Dearka Elsman stood near the window and stared to the night. His blonde hair stood out in bright contrast to his exotically tanned skin. His nose and ears were better than most of his own kind. His brown eyes were sharp. Most called him 'Idiotic Tan', but some knew was far from stupid. He had even been promoted to vice-commander rank in ZAFT.
Near Dearka was the captain of The Chosen –Athrun Zala. As a Zala, he was destined to be a leader. He was the only heir of Zala Clan – the one clan whose task it was to lead the whole vampire world. As a high clan member, he and many other vampires tried to make the peaceful world that they had once had; the peaceful world where vampires were bound to lead humans.
On the corner, the last occupier of the room –a green haired boy- sat. Nicol Amalfi was his name. His fingers touched an old piano key with ease. He tested the sound of piano. After that, the beautiful sound of piano music filled the silent room.
From an old house that had been empty for years, a magical melody that put its occupant sat ease was heard.
Flashback ends.
-vampire.
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On the other part of the world, two people sat down on a bench near a beautiful garden, watching the stars – a pink haired woman and a brown haired man. Staring into the distance … longing to do something.
"Do you feel that?"
Silence was her only answer from the man. Some comets passed across their vision. The blitzing comets colored the starry night with sparkles. Some minutes after the comets had passed, the man still kept silent. With a long sigh, he cast down his head, "It's the same. I feel it. She … something must be happening to her. It-"
The woman lifted his chin. A pair of blue-grey eyes met a pair of purple eyes. She stared into those purple orbs deeply while her hand was stroking the man's hand, "Kira, visit her. Protect her. I know how you feel right now."
"I … you … but you…" he was blabbering when a finger touched his lips.
"I am fine here. You need to do it. We … we … we need her. She is important to us. Don't let them find out the secret."
Secret. It was a word that invited curiosity. They were two of The Eye who had left knowing the secret – some of the few who still existed. It was they who protected the secret. She was the key, after all. She was important, the stairway to the future.
"Thank you, Lacus."
"Just … come back to me when everything's done. I will always wait for you."
A hug was a gesture of love. The warmness was enough to tell each other that they needed each other. They loved each other. They supported each other.
It was time for Kira Hibiki –the man - to come out of his shell. It had been too long for him. It had been too long – too long for sitting, watching everything … waiting for something to happen. It was time to stop what had been started. It was the time to come back to her. To their mirai. Future. The future of their … kind.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
The wind blew slowly, transferring their feelings. It was pure love they had. The kind of love that didn't break. This war needed to stop. By inviting her to come back again. It was her destiny, anyway. You can't refuse your destiny after all. Although you don't even realize who you really are, just like she didn't. She forgot. She lost everything. It was time to remind her of everything. Everything.
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Five hundred years ago.
Three people occupied the most luxurious, yet darkest, room in the castle. The air was humid. No human supposed to live there. They would all have died since there was nothing to assist living. No sun. No oxygen. No food. Those who lived there were not human.
One of them –a blonde haired man, spoke slowly, "Your Majesty, we have finished everything."
Beside a big oak table where a beautiful pale woman slept, a lone figure of man stood. He listened to his company speak, but gave no response. He was standing still as if he heard nothing at all. When he showed signs of moving, he only raised his right hand to touch the woman's left cheek. No further response.
He slowly looked at the other man from the corner of his eyes; making him shake a little.
"Good. The plan, now, is ready to proceed."
Finally, everything was to start now … without delay.
Except that there was slight interference in destiny.
Flashback ends.
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To be continued.
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Edit (May 18, 2013): be sure to thank Jade, Minna-chama! Without her, this better version of Restart wouldn't be ever here.