Dun dun dun! The long awaited Sequel is here! Took me forever to figure out how to establish this one...-weep- -cry- I really don't like how this turned out. My favorite chapter is the first one, followed by the last chapter. I don't like the other chapters.

Whatever, hope you all enjoy!

PreNote - Before the Story - This Sequel Is Only 5 Chapters Long!


Sanguine Memories

Chapter 1 - The Bad News

'Where am I?...I-it's so...so bright here...It's so...familiar...'

The brightness suddenly reversed and became total darkness. A light shown about 20 feet away, glimmering in the vague shape of a cross...or something...

He covered his eyes with his arm to stop the light from blinding him. Once his eyes were used to it's brightness, and it had dimmed ever so slightly, he lowered his arm and looked to the form. Eyes widening, he breathed out one word...

"No..."

'Not again...no...'

A brunette was hanging in what appeared to be mid-air. His arms were out to the side, so he was in the basic form of a cross. His head was down, chin brushing against his chest. His eyes were closed, as if in sleep.

But the horror of the scene...wasn't his position...

Blood dripped from somewhere in his hair on his head, down his face, and fell slowly off his chin. He wore his captain's outfit, but the sleeves were torn off and the basics of the outfit had been torn so that the outfit was merely rags on him. His arms were covered in cuts and bruises...According to his memory, there were more there than last time...

He scanned the brunette like before and froze. A dagger...piercing deeply into the very heart of the teen...blood staining the pure white clothing he wore and dripping from the blade...sickeningly enjoying his torment. It was a bigger, yet still deathly sharp dagger this time...

And the blood dripping on his face fell into his eyes and made it seem he was crying...

Tears welled up in his eyes too, real ones, to cascade down his tanned cheeks in rivulets...like an endless river...

"NO KIRA!" he yelled in anguish, falling to his knees and feeling like he would sink through the endlessly black floor...never to surface again...Just...like the last time...But this time it was worse...

His yell echoed until it reached what edge this abyss had, when it finally came to an end. A red feather floated down from somewhere above, landing next to his right hand, tickling his fingers. He opened his eyes and stared at it for a moment before moving to pick it up.

Just as he had lifted it off the floor, the flower burst into flames, and vanished. He gasped, but could not feel any pain from holding the remaining fire. The cheerfully burning flames flew from his hands, and he watched it as it went.

'I...remember this...'

The fire circled Kira's dead, poised body...and cherry blossoms fell from the sky. It seemed so magical to him, like it always had...

The flames extinguished, but the petals continued to fall. As he watched, Kira's clothing began to change...

He wore a long sleeved white shirt with golden bands at his wrists, white pants with gold bands at his ankles, and weird over shirt like thing. It was purple, the ends of it's open, short sleeves were bordered in gold, as was the low neck and the bottom edge, which hung down around his legs in the front and back but not on the sides. A brown sash was tied around his waist to hold the shirt and a brown ribbon like object tied the neck of the shirt and hung out beautifully.

All of his cuts remained, and the dagger remained poised in Kira's chest...but it dissolved into nothing but dust in the nonexistent wind mere moments later.

If his eyes weren't wide enough, they widened even further when white wings sprouted from the brunette's back...and even though he'd seen them before...they were still beautiful...

'Wh-what's happening?...Why am I...Why am I reliving this nightmare!'

Lavender eyes slowly opened, dead at first but gaining light...Kira's head rose and he looked directly in the other one's eyes. His lips moved but no sound was made. But the other boy could hear his words...not in his head...but in his heart.

"I hear you..." his eyes held a softness like never before. "I...trust you..."

Whatever bonds had held him vanished as his wings flapped once, blowing air everywhere and making him cover his face to protect it from sudden dust. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Kira's were shut in pain. His eyes widened, but he had no voice anymore...

"ATHRUN!"

-

"NO!" Athrun yelled as he sat bolt upright in his bed.

Gasping for breath he looked around. He was in his bedroom, with the expensive looking curtains drawn across the windows even though it was likely past noon by now. He looked away from the window to focus on the deep pain in his heart...

Last time...last time was just before the bomb exploded in Fallal...Last time...it didn't hurt this much...So why now?

He turned his head to look at the curtains again and sighed.

'Two years...it's been two years since we parted ways...Since then I've wished for nothing more than for him to come back...Him and the rest of the crew...I miss them...Lacus and I decided last week we were going to get married if they didn't return in 2 more weeks...so there's only one to go...'

He looked around the room and spotted his mother's necklace.

'It all started over that necklace...a silly thing, isn't it...? But I'm glad for it's silliness...It brought me to Kira so I could learn a valuable lesson.'

The door burst open suddenly, revealing a distressed looking maid.

"Master Zala! In the dock! It's the Freedom! It's back!" she called happily, and Athrun's head shot to her with a small gasp.

"What? Really?" his voice quieted at the last word, and the maid nodded before leaving so he could get ready.

Athrun began to get dressed as he thought.

'Does this have anything to do with my dream...the last time I had it, Kira nearly died...'

-

The only thing Athrun would say was truly weird about this return was that...no one was screaming hello...

He, Lacus, Dearka, Flay, Sai, Mir, and even Yzak's mom were there. Mrs. Joule had come to live in Heliopolis by Lacus's request and as such had lived here for 2 years.

Athrun couldn't tell if the twins were on the deck, but they weren't greeting either...

When the ship was fully docked, the ramp was let down. Instead of Kira walking down it though...it was Yzak...After a short hug with his mom, Yzak turned to the others.

"...Nice...to see you all again." Yzak said curtly, if not reluctantly. In fact, everything about him seemed reluctant.

"Equally." Athrun nodded, wondering what was going on.

"I speak on behalf of the whole crew when I say...We wish this visit was for a...a happier occasion..." he averted his eyes to the side and down.

"What do you mean?" Lacus asked.

"The...In a recent battle, a lot of firepower was against us...It was...disastrous..." his voice became quieter as he spoke, as if he was trying to hide from something he was afraid of.

"But the ship's fine!" Sai pointed out. Yzak shot him a hate-filled glare.

"It was disastrous. So shut up." he then went back to his secluded behavior. "Three days ago...it was three days ago."

-

"Kira had the flu until the day before, that may have been why...Why he didn't sense them until they were right on top of us. By then, I suppose it was already to late for us. The Freedom was going to sink."

"Captain! Captain there's an entire fleet of ships approaching sir!" Natarle called out suddenly. Kira burst from his room and looked around.

"Impossible...I didn't..." he suddenly got an onslaught of fierce fighting will and greed. "Nevermind..." he muttered.

"Sir?" Yzak asked.

"Get ready for battle, they caught us by surprise but we can still win this." Kira looked at him and the smile was so sincere he had to believe everything would be alright.

"We had our guns loaded, but they were never shot. Our swords were out, but there were so many enemies...Kira knew it was coming before the rest of us did...And he acted on everything he knew, and everything he believed in."

Cannon balls, hundreds of them. The 8 ships attacking must've had double the amount of cannons at one time that most ships had. They were naval ships after all...

"Raw...How far will you go? You're dead! You're already dead!" Kira yelled. "Aaaaaahhhhh!" he ran up the side of the mast he was next to and then jumped to the front of the ship.

Standing with one foot up on the pole and one on the ship, he spread his arms wide like an eagle about to take flight. About this time, the others could hear them coming too. All the soldiers on board were flipping out, they were going to be sacrificed! The Freedom's crew looked scared, and were standing almost perfectly still.

"Ah..." Yzak looked away from where the canons were coming. "Captain?"

Mwu, standing directly behind him, blinked and looked to their captain too. Tolle seemed to flip when he saw his captain.

"Captain!" he called. "What are you doing?" he asked, speaking of where Kira stood.

The brunette turned his head to look over his shoulder and gave them a warm smile. It seemed to cease their fears and they felt...no pain...Almost as if it were any other day on the Freedom, with peace pervading every corner of the ship and the seven seas...

-

"Then he turned away...I don't know if he was smiling when he looked at the canon balls..." Yzak said, hiding his eyes with his bangs. "But I never...Never saw him smile again..."

Everyone gasped as what was surely implied. Dearka was probably the only one...who noticed the tears running down Yzak's face.

"K-kira's not...not d-..." Athrun stopped short, fear evident in his voice.

"He's not dead...right Yzak? Right?" Lacus asked. "Tell me he's not! Tell me he's not right now!" she screamed, shaking her head as tears cascaded down her cheeks and she went to run up to Yzak.

Just as she went to run, Dearka stuck out his arm and stopped her. He walked to Yzak himself, and everyone watched closely as he did so...He was next to Yzak, but the silver haired 18 year old turned away from him, and Dearka's eyes softened...

He slowly moved his hand towards Yzak's face, and brushed away some of the tears on the pale left cheek he could only half see due to silver hair. Yzak flinched and looked at him slightly at the motion, seemingly frightened to death.

"It's true...By the look on your face and the tears in your eyes...I can tell..." Dearka whispered so only Yzak could even tell he was talking. Even so, you could tell he wanted to cry. "It's hard isn't it?..." the tears went to his eyes. "Losing someone you love?"

Yzak's eyes widened before he dropped his guard, latching onto the other boy and beginning to cry...as if to get rid of all the tears he had never cried, and then some.

Everyone watching had softened eyes and knew, whatever Dearka had done or said...it was magnificent.


Eep! Don't kill me!