Destiny's Promise

A/N:

Just have an idea…The story is about a boy who wants to be a painter; but trapped by his father's expectations for him, he decided to go to Orb and continue his dream. When his long lost grandfather suddenly called him, he was destined to fulfill a promised that has not yet been fulfilled. And on his way on fulfilling it, he met someone identically looks like the woman in the painting. Will he able to fulfill the promise of his grandfather when he is making a promise of his own? Please Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I don't own and will never own Gundam Seed and especially Gundam Seed Destiny(For a sequel; this is the worst!)

Chapter 1: A Painting

As the rain continued to descend from the dim sky, a black sports car makes its way to the mushy roads of Plants. Creating splashes of water to every street it passed by, it followed the dazzling lights of the city that served as its way to the night's undying darkness. Moving further, the driver accelerated its speed and drove towards the bridge, meeting with the sea's breeze underneath.

Upon finally leaving the hectic city, it reaches a forested area, where the trees are located in each side of the road. The speed was now lessening because of the frequent swerved roads. The same as in the city, the rain is still pouring on the whole place; but unlike it, the place was more silent and peaceful that only the sound of nature is heard everywhere.

While driving, something was heard wringing in the car. The driver opened his cellphone and leaned it to his ear. "I'm almost there." He answered, while his eyes are fixed on the road. After his little conversation on the phone, he then closed it and stirred the car to turn left.

He passed through trees, cars, houses, as he drive his way to his destination, where only the lights of the lamp posts light his way. It took him quite some time to reach his destination and upon arrival he parked his car in front of the house.

Upon getting out of his car, a man in his teens, was revealed wearing a black jacket and green shirt within, partnering it with brown pants beneath. His dark blue hair extends freely on his neck while his emeralds amiably reflect the moon's light. Even though the droplets of rain continued to soak his clothes and him, he didn't bother to take notice of it and proceeds to the house in front.

While walking towards the house, he observes the house with neither amusement nor interest but out of his great oddity. The house doesn't look closer to fine but rather ancient and merely ruined. It seems like the whole place was untouched; for, the plants outside were dry or dying, and the roof top was almost breaking apart along with the other sides of the house. Though, this observation of his is quite devastating, he didn't have any second thoughts coming in the house.

After reaching the door, he knocked gently, while trying to prevent any impact to the frail door. "This is Athrun." He confirmed while he knocks again to the door.

The door was opened creakily and an old man was revealed with his tobacco in his mouth. Although old and grimy, his emeralds were visible in his face that showed the great resemblance of the two. "Ah!" He took off the tobacco in his mouth and observed with awe the man in front of him. "Athrun! It's been a long time!" He remarked with glee.

He then invited Athrun to come in.

"Sorry, if the house is not tidy enough." The old man stated while lighting the whole place with a candle light.

The house was abandoned as expected from the outside. It ceilings was covered with spider webs and the whole place was full of dust. The same as the antique houses, its walls were surrounded by pictures of people and paintings. Sure it was big; but, the dust and the webs made it look more of a haunted house then any man's normal house. The sofas were covered with white cloth together with the round table at the center. The stairs upstairs was rather old and fragile that one step on it, it could break easily. No one could have ever known that this house was the house of the chairman's father.

'Why would my father let him stay in a place like this…? This place is a disaster.' He thought. "Um…" He interrupted. "Why did you call me instead of my father?" He asked awkwardly while following his pace.

The old man just continued walking and didn't answer his question, pretending that he didn't heard what he just said.

He let out a sigh upon hearing no response from his acquaintance.

While walking, he spotted a painting. Although the painting was barely seen because of the dust that covered most of it, he was able to see the striking amber eyes the woman possessed that immediately captured his attention. "Who is she…?" He muttered.

The old man stopped and looked back at the blue-haired guy staring at his painting. "Ahem!" The old man coughed to get his attention. "Please follow my lead…" He commanded meekly.

"Ah-ah Sorry…" He apologized and took a final glance at the painting before following the old man again.

"Here we are." The old man stopped and revealed a more pleasing place to talk.

The place unlike the other place in the house was more pleasing and clean. The place was consisted of two comfortable couches and a rocking chair. The television was amusingly modern and the kitchen was equipped with different utensils and equipments. There were also books in bookshelves beside the sofa and everything was in order. Like the other place, he just went through, was just for misapprehension.

"This place is really different than the other one…" He remarked with amazement.

"Like it?" The old man asked proudly. "This place is the only place I cleaned." The old man let out a chuckle while he puffs his tobacco.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"Er…I just don't have time to clean the whole house." An immediate lie came out from his mouth. "Well, you could take your seat at couch while I get a cup of coffee for each of us and a towel for you. It seems like you wetted the whole place." The old man let out another chuckle.

After a while, as promised the old man gave him a towel and a hot cup of coffee. "Here." He placed it on the table. He then took his seat on the other couch.

"Thank you." He said upon receiving a cup of coffee and a towel.

He then dried his dark blue hair with the towel he gave him. The old man took a sip of his coffee and watched the young lad in front of him.

"So, how's life with your father." He started a conversation and took another sip of his coffee.

His action was stopped upon hearing the question of the old man in front of him. "Well…As usual..." He paused and took his coffee to feel its warmth. "Busy with his work as a chairman." He replied and took a sip of his coffee.

"Ah…Stubborn as always ha?" The old man remarked. "He hasn't change a bit."

"I have to agree with you. He hasn't change at all. Maybe being a chairman made him that way…" He said with obvious melancholy in his eyes as he switched his gaze uncertainly.

"Ah…" As someone who was able to detect the sadness in his eyes, he changes the topic of their conversation. "By the way, I have heard that you're going to Orb. Am I correct?"

He was kind of confounded at first, on how he was able to know his plans that even his father doesn't know a thing about it. But regaining his solemnity, he nodded meekly. "I Am"

"Hmm…Orb…" He muttered while he remembered something from his past, a past that keeps bugging him till now.

"So are you leaving for Orb tomorrow?" The painter asked while he took his brush on the table and dips it on the yellow paint.

"Yes, we will go back to Orb…Tomorrow morning." She said meekly while seating on her chair comfortably. She was wearing a simple green dress with an expensive brooch nested in her chest. Her curly long blonde hair extends on her back, and her amber eyes seemingly focused to the one painting.

The painter let out a sigh and rubs his hair. "First, you see her and the next thing you know she is gone…" He muttered depressedly.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked concernedly upon noticing his gesture.

He then take a look at his model, examining her with his green eyes. He then looked back at his painting and brush a few paint on it. "It's seems just like yesterday when we first met…" He said while maintaining his eyes on the painting.

"Hmm…" His words stung her heart, for she felt the pain of every word he let go. Although she tried hard not to let him see the uneasiness in her face, she wasn't able to, for he had noticed it without doubt.

A long silence overcame the whole place…

"You seem quiet." He remarked nonchalantly, reprimanding his last statement.

She bit her lower lip and cleared her throat. "You're painting…I don't want to bother you…" She lied.

"Well, you shouldn't hold yourself back…This is after all, your wish." He said while having a quick glance at the lady in front him.

She nodded meekly. "Indeed, it is…"

He forced a smile in his face and looked at her. "You shouldn't feel uneasy…My lady…" He joked, by trying to be formal, to escape the tension between them. "It is just me whom you're talking to…"

His emeralds again captivated her and with his words, she felt more comfortable and smiled back at him.

"Hmm…Orb is such a great country if I may tell." He stated while a smile was formed in his face.

"Have you gone there?" His acquaintance asked curiously while taking another sip of his coffee.

The old man let out a laugh of his comment. "Ah! My son…Do you think I have money to go there?" He asked peevishly.

He was disturbed of his sudden laugh and his statement that meant something deeper than he ever thought.

"If I only have money then I have gone there before." He added but this time his eyes were more serious than before.

He didn't react of his comment and asks him straightforwardly. "So…Um… …Why did you asked me to meet you here?" He asked dubiously.

A smirk was seen in the old man's face. "Well, I couldn't possibly fool you by making any lame excuse. Am I?" He then put down his coffee and looked at him seriously.

"And I know that one of the lame excuse you could say is 'you want some bonding time with me.'" He said sarcastically while putting down his cup of coffee.

The old man laughed of his statement. "But maybe that would also be one of my reasons" He said maintaining his solemnity. He then gave a deep sigh and continued his statement. "Well, maybe you're wondering on how the heck I know you're going to Orb when your father is remained clueless of your plans." He then rose from his seat and picked the candle he had before.

"What? Aren't you going with me?"

"Ha?" He raised an eyebrow, confused on the old man's sudden plans. "Where are we going?"

While walking towards their destination, they continued their conversation. "It is just simple my child." He paused and looked at the lad beside him. "I am just the same as you are." He stated.

"Ha?" He eyed him questionably.

He then let another chuckle of his innocence. "You're majoring in arts aren't ya?" He asked knowingly.

"Yes; but, H-how did you know?" He asked, in need of a proper answer.

"Your father will surely go berserk of your plan. He surely expects a lot from you, a lot from the chairman's son." He then stopped and looks at the painting hanging on the wall. "Here we are."

"That painting." He looked at the same painting he saw earlier, a painting of a blonde woman with amber eyes. "But that was the painting before."

"Well, I just needed some bonding time with ya." He joked and looked back again at the painting in front of them.
"Is it finish?" She asked meekly. She then rose from her seat and was about to look at his painting, when he halted her.

"Ah…I haven't polished it yet. You'll have to wait till tomorrow to see it." He shrugged while he puts a white cloth over his painting.

"Why don't you polish it now?" She asked eagerly. "I will depart for Orb tomorrow morning!" She insisted while glaring at him with her striking amber eyes.

'She is so persistent…But I couldn't show her yet…not yet...' He thought. "You could meet me at the plaza before you leave tomorrow morning." He suggested.

"Tomorrow? Morning?" She looked at him questionably.

"I just thought that since you are going to Orb then why not bring it with you." He explained. "It is just a small favor from your grandfather."

"But for what?" He looked at him questionably and then to the painting. 'And what's with the woman in the painting…'

A/N:

Is it a little confusing? Yes, it is…The truth is I'm having second thoughts in this fic coz I still don't know what will happen but…(sigh) Well, please leave a comment if this fic is going somewhere or not.