Chapter Quote: (note: quotes may have nothing to do with the chapter)

"The regret of a loss to great to measure, includes more than the bloody battle won." - Me

Story Recommendation: Suicide by everworld-gal

Blah Blah: And I'd like to say killing your best friend to win a battle is a pretty dumb idea. And I feel sorry for Athrun and the poem 'suicide' by everworld-gal is so sweet/angsty. Touching and I wrote that tid bit above after reading it. I have a poetic personality sometimes...


Athrun Zala walked down the hallway to the training room. It was military school, first semester, 3rd day of the 2nd week, about 4 am. He paused when he thought he heard someone grunting, some punches, chains rattling, etc.. He walked to the door of the training room and opened the door. Hr stopped and stared.

A girl about his age was doing a training session. She had short light, light brown hair and golden brown eyes. She was sweating and panting so he guessed she'd been up training for a while. She stabbed one sand bag that came flying at her, rolled back on her back to avoid the next one, kicked two that came from both sides, did a back flip to stand up and hit 4 bags that dropped and swung at her.

She continued onto harder things, where the sand bags became plastic and rubber dummies she had to break.

Dearka Elsman and Yzak Joule were chatting slightly until they saw Athrun in the doorway.

"What's wrong Zala? Cold feet?" Yzak jeered. But when they could see past Athrun they too stared. A girl? No they fought too good. That had to be a guy. No girl could do all that.. She was already on level 4 of training and most boys were still on level 3. There were 200 levels and they all got harder.

A buzzer sounded and the girl stood up, panting, and looked around.

"Ok. You're done for now Miss Naegino." Nichol walked up to her and handed her a towel. "You're amazing." he smiled.

"Thanks Nichol. For all your help." she returned the smile as she cooled off.

"No way!" Dearka exclaimed, finally letting the other two know about the three boys in the doorway.

"You're telling me a girl beat level 4 already?" Yzak seemed angry. Of course this comment made the girl angry.

"Ya. Wanna make somethin of it?" she growled. Yzak stepped out in front of her and they glared daggers at each other.

Athrun walked over to Nichol while Dearka pondered Yzak's success in this battle.

"Nichol. Who's the girl? She's amazing." he looked at the broken equipment around the room. "Was she supposed to break the stuff?"

"In level 4, ya. But she accidentally broke 3 dummies in level 2.. Her name is Susume Naegino. She's our age and extremely skilled even for a girl." he whispered the last bit. There were a few loud whacks and thuds before Yzak was in the wall, pinned by Susume.

"Wow.." Athrun breathed.