Pacified Dreams
By: Moments of Insanity
Date : 22 May 2005
Revised Date : --
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
English is not my first language and my understanding of grammar is still shaky. If there are any mistakes, please drop me a note. And finally please review, please comment on my writing style and such. I do want to improve. it's the first time I try to write action, angst and drama, any pointers would be much appreciated. Also it's nice to know someone is reading these sniplets.
There is no romantic couple in here.
He breathed hoarsely, heart beat erratically as his amethyst eyes flickered to the enemy' MS. How long had he fought, his hand tired and numb from gripping Freedom's control. An hour? He swallowed hard and licked his chapped lip; it felt like eternity, his mind mused.
A beeping noise announced an approaching body, shocking Kira out off his musing. He quickly berated himself; losing concentration in a battlefield was a suicidal action. He jerked Freedom to the left, narrowly missing a laser beam before surging forward; with a quick jerk of the saber, he sliced the turbo of the MS Astray, immediately render that MS useless. With another overhead swing of Freedom's deadly saber, the head of another enemy MS was loped off. He glanced at the radar, swiftly turning a 180 degree; Freedom fired shots to a fast approaching MS cockpit. His instinct jerked the console back as the MS exploded.
Another one dead.
He shuddered and gripped the control tighter as if to hold onto his sanity. The console was slicked with sweat, almost as if it was coated in blood. He glanced at the radar, anxiously scanning the location of Rouge, Justice and ArchAngel.
Zilch.
His heart gave a painful squeeze; quickly he entered a new parameter of the search. A blank screen answered him. He swallowed hard, holding his fear at bay. Where are they? What happened?
"ArchAngel?" he tentatively asked into the communicator, while still keeping a watchful eye on the battlefield. A static hissed answered, "Archangel?" he tried again, his voice rose a few notched as panic began to grip his mind, "Archangel? Mili? Answer me!" He quickly switched frequency, "Athrun? Athrun? Stop joking around! Athrun Zala!" Another static hissed filled the cockpit. God, Cagalli was with Athrun in Rouge, going to stop Genesis. Hysteria overwhelmed Kira as he switched frequency again, "Cagalli. Please, Cagalli answer me," he begged, his voice choking. He blinked furiously, as he felt the tears gathering. He slammed his fist on the radar, as if the action would reveal the location of his friends, though as a technician, he knew better than to do this.
Insistent beeping announced the approaching of other MS. He blindly opened fire at them, mind fogged by hysteria; his former resolve lost in the haze of battle. Please let them be safe, his mind chanted the mantra over and over again. His vision blurred as his voice gave ways to sobs. His body automatically took control while his mind jumbled in chaos as he continued fighting.
"Kira!" a voice came through the communicator, like a knife, it cut through the fog in Kira's mind.
He jerked out of his reverie, swerving Freedom to the voice, a voice he knew well, loved and hated at the same time. "Fllay," he breathed, his mind grasped the sliver of sanity like a drowning man onto a rope.
"Fllay!" he called, his voice sounded hoarse to his ear. He blinked away the tears, and glanced at the screen. He worriedly noticed the frequency transmitted was at the international emergency frequency.
"Kira, save me." She sobbed through the communicator. "I'm scared."
"Where are you?"
"In the life pod. I'm scared, take me away," she stuttered, her sentences punctured by her sobs.
"Why are you here?" he demanded, why are you in the battlefield? I thought you'd be far from the frontline. I thought that you would be safe.
"Kira," her voice became suddenly static, sentence chopped up by interference, "you promised…protect me"
"Fllay! Fllay," Kira gripped the console tightly, "I'm coming, hold on." In the distance, he saw the life pod. He felt his heart relax slightly. Through the porthole he saw the girl, no, the woman he once was smitten with.
Suddenly a laser beam cut through the life pod. Kira froze. "No..." he whispered as fire bean to start. Through the window, he could make out the golden fire licking the figure hungrily. His eyes widened in terror when instead of magenta hair, it was blond. Amber eyes with fear in them looked beseechingly at him once before the fire swallowed her whole
"No.. no.. no.. Cagalli!"
Kira bolted up with a thin layer of sweat on his face, his fist clenching the bed sheet. He shuddered as he forcefully relax the grip and felt the blood rushed back into his fingers. He took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. Nightmare, it's only a nightmare. His mind chanted over and over again. He flopped back into the bed, eyes misty with tears. He lifted his hands and pressed his palms against his eyelids as if to halt the tears. "Calm down, Kira, everything is fine, they are safe, they are with you." He spoke to himself, his voice was still shaking from the images of the dream It was early in the morning, so early that the garden outside his room in the Attha Mansion was still covered in a fine mist of grey. In the distance, there was a soft calling of the early birds.
An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Without thinking, Kira kicked away the bed sheets that tangled his legs and silently left his room. As if his feet had a mind of his own, he soon found himself outside Cagalli's room. He bit his lips, should he enter? He was worried, worried that the dream had something more to it. At the same time, if he woke Cagalli up, more likely he would have some form of bodily damage, the least would be a pillow in his face, the extreme would be an attempt of fratricide on Cagalli's part. She was an early morning person, but unfortunately not that early.
However, his body again acted on his own, Cagalli's door gave way silently as he pushed it open. Like him, Cagalli slept with the curtain opened, she once said she liked to wake up with the golden ray of the morning sun while he joked that she was like a reptile that need heating before able to move. He had a cushion in his face after that comment. He padded to the bed and gave a sigh of relieve when he saw her sleeping peacefully.
He sat on side of the bed; it shifted with his weight causing Cagalli to murmur in her sleep. She was sleeping on her side, her arms wrapped around a pillow, her hair in a haphazard mess. At the sight of her, Kira felt as if a burden had been lifted. He smiled gently when Cagalli frowned slightly in her sleep and wiggled her nose as her hair tickled them. Lifting his hand, he brushed the offending strands of hair away, his fingertips brushed along her cheek. It's warm, she's alive.
Slowly, as if confirming his statement, Cagalli's eyelid fluttered open. She blinked several time, confusion in her amber eyes as her eyes focused on the boy who sat on her bed. "Kira…" she yawned with her mouth opened, quite unladylike. "What are you doing here?" There was a slight hint of annoyance; the blunt of her irritation was still blanket under the magical influence of sandman.
Kira hesitated, should he say the truth and risk his reputation? What reputation? Cagalli had insisted that she was the eldest, a comment which he begged to differ, but to answer her question seems to confirm her statement. Also the fact that he was awkward with his words meant he could not dress his answer in a way that Cagalli, with her current drowsiness, would not be able to decipher. Suddenly he felt very foolish, agitated because of a measly dream. A tug at his t-shirt reminded Kira that Cagalli was still waiting for his answer.
"Come."
She scooted to the further side of the bed, unwrapping her arms around the pillow, she placed it next to her.
"Sleep," she commanded.
"But," Kira objected but stopped when Cagalli half heartedly glared up at him as if warning him not to waste any more of her precious sleeping time. He swallowed his objection and slip in under the warm cover.
"Sleep," she commanded again, before promptly closing her eyes, her hands shifted up and half clutched the pillow under her head.
Kira tried to relaxed, the warmth of the bed, and the soft lighting was lulling him to sleep, but there was still a nagging feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He startled when a warm hand wrapped over his and gave a gentle squeeze
"Don't worry, I'm here," she murmured softly, eyes still closed, after a moment soft and regular sounds of breathing told Kira his sister already left for an important engagement with Morpheus.
With his fear pacified, Kira slept.
Omake is now under construction, which will be posted later with a cameo from Athrun. Please review, any comments will be much appreciated.