Title: A Midevil Something (title may, and probably will, change. I just couldn't wait to put this up)

Disclaimer: Dont own anything related to Gundam SEED or anything else I might mention that someone else already owns.

Summary: Athrun wakes up one normal morning, makes a normal cup of coffee, and thinks the same old, normal thoughts he thinks of every morning. Then, something not-so-normal happens...AU, AxK (andany other unusual pairings that I can stick in here... (wink wink))

Reson for writing something so stupid: It's humor! Who can hate humor?! (but it's semi-serious too, just so you knowit's reallynot a complete dud)My Fowl fanfic is dying, and lately I've been obsessed with Athrun/Kira, so yeah. There you go. It's a funny yaoi. Yay! Another reason is that I have seen little to no AU's in the SEED section. There ya go again.

Chapter 1- Something Not-So-Normal

Beep, beep... beep, beep!

Athrun Zala leaned over lazily and tapped the snooze button on the blaring alarm clock. The room was still dark, it being 6:00 in the morning, and he knew he had to get up. That damn press conference was today, after all. He'd been preparing for it all week and purposely set his alarm clock an hour early. He wasn't going to be late.

After slipping something comfortable on, he made his way groggily down to the kitchen. Cagalli had turned on the coffee maker before she left for her nightly shift. Athrun smiled as he poured himself a cup of strong, black coffee. Cagalli was always remembering the little things that he somehow never got around to.

The sound of cars was always just outside Athrun's house. There was never a moment's peace or nice quiet when you lived on the outskirts of a big city. When you worked with the military, well, that just made it worse. Athrun blew on his coffee with a sad look. Ever since Kira and all his other friends had gone on their separate ways, Athrun's life seemed to have become even more miserable.

"Kira..." he mumbled, sipping the hot liquid. Funny how he didn't realize he was drinking it.

It wasn't that Athrun missed Kira all the much, it was just... yeah, he missed Kira. He missed everything about his childhood friend- his perfect, violet eyes; his spikey, chocolate hair; his smooth, dark skin; his laughter; his company; his love...

Now Athrun was frowning at the coffee. He wasn't... It wasn't like he was cheating on Cagalli with Kira. Nothing like that. Sure, in his past, he'd definately loved Kira more than a friend. He could remember that first and only time he'd kissed Kira- in the hallway of a ZAFT ship when they'd had a power failure; everything was dark, so Kira couldn't see Athrun's expression, nor could Athrun see Kira's. It was perfect, exactly the way Athrun wanted it to be. But, that was behind him now. He was older and more mature. He couldn't love Kira and risk losing his friendship. He loved Cagalli, anyway.

But he was desperate. Desperate for an escape from reality...

He did love Kira.

He glanced over at the digital clock on the wall. Six forty-five, and he wasn't even dressed. That hour had basically been for nothing, by now. He started to go back upstairs, reminding himself not to dwell over the brunette and to stop lying to himself. Or at least, lie better.

Athrun didn't seem to notice the wall that suddenly appeared in front of him. His head hit first, and he stumbled backwards a few steps. For a moment, everything was fading in and out of black. He found himself wondering why he'd run into a wall in the first place, because he didn't normally do stupid things like that. Maybe he was still half asleep.

"Hello, Athrun."

Athrun whirled around, making himself dizzy in the process. At first, he thought he was badly dizzy, or hallucinating, one. The person before him looked like an angel who'd been made to look human. She was glowing with radiance (literally) and had a smile that made the sun seem dim. Her eyes were a familiar jade green, and her skin looked as soft as silk, not to mention pale. Her long golden hair barely brushed Ahrun's kitchen floor as she slowly began walking forward. The only thing missing was her wings.

Athrun was too speechless to do much of anything. Maybe it was because he was too busy wondering how she'd gotten in, or maybe because he was in awe at how her garment could be so revealing and still be considered clothing. He shook his head in frustration, and resumed his formal demeanor. "Who are you?" He asked cautiously. "How did you get in?"

"I am none of your concern, and I simply came."

"That's not a lagitimate answer."

"Athrun..." She cooed gently, "You don't need to put that act on for me. I know every side of you, so just be yourself. I would like to see what kind of man you've become."

The blue haired boy's eyes widened with the last few words she spoke, and he realized he should take a step back...

...and bumped into that God-forsaken wall that started this illusion in the first place. "What do you want?" This time he looked back into her green eyes. She smiled warmly.

"I'm here to make what you requested a reality."

Athrun thought for a moment. What he requested? That crap he was thinking about a minute ago about getting away from reality? Surely not...

"I'm sorry if I sound ignorant, but how coud you grant that request, even if I really wanted it?"

She was silent, but her warm smile remained. "And, if you say you can, then why are you helping me?"

She was silent, and her smile never faltered. "Dammit, woman," Athrun gritted his teeth and kept his temper in check, "you can't do what I want. It's impossible--"

She suddenly had her finger pressed against Athrun's lips. "Ssshh! Don't ever say something is impossible, Ahtrun. That way, it never will be."

"But--" Athrun was ready to run outside in his lounge clothes, if need be. Something was about to happen. Maybe it was his enhanced senses, or just a hunch, but he was right.

"I can answer no questions, Athrun Zala. Close your eyes and let your wish be granted!!"

A searing, white light caused Athrun to unwillingly do what she'd asked. Instinct made his eyes close to block out the light, but when he opened them, the girl was gone.

And so was his house. He was no longer in his dark kitchen; no longer in a civilized place at all- he was in the middle of a market place with people wearing rags as clothing. They seemed to be bartering with some sort of silver coin. Athrun supposed it was copper, but that couldn't be right. They stopped developing copper hundreds of years ago...

He was getting the full attention of these people, now, not to mention a few blunt stares. He tried blending into the crowd, but that was like being a bull dog in some old lady's house full of cats. Judging by the looks they were giving him, the primitive state of mind, the history books Athrun had read, and simply their way of living, he would almost say that he'd been sent back to the 1600s......

a/n--I have nothing to say. Second chappie will be better. (evil grin) Yzak's entrance... A review would be nice, though.