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WARNING: Text and all related materials are rated R/M and may mild strong language, violence, cruelty, explicit adult content, rape, death and nudity unless otherwise stated. Please do not read if you are underage or maybe offended by such material. Spoilers for Gundam Seed.

NOTE: This fanfiction disregards the plotline of the original series' sequel Gundam Seed Destiny. Please go to gseedaftermath.hermitjunction. net for site hosting of this fic. For Dearka and Miriallia's story, please go to 'GS Aftermath Trilogy I: Rebound'.

Gseed Aftermath Trilogy II:
REPERCUSSION
a hermit junction project

Prologue

'I don't care what you do, just do it!' Yzak Jule shouted into the phone. 'A person from Orb almost died on Aprilius One! This is a very big issue! I don't care what you do, I want that assassin arrested! You got it? Good!'

Slamming the phone down, Yzak threw himself onto his chair and exhaled loudly, rubbing the side of his head. His double identity didn't make things easy for him and the council has given a lot of pressure on ZAFT, worried that the assassination attempt on Miriallia Haww would shake the already unstable relationship with Orb.

'Commander Jules, your coffee.' A knock on the door caught Yzak's attention.

'Come in.' He called tiredly, sitting up.

'These are the reports from security on the recent assassination case.' Yzak's secretary said, setting down a stack of files.

'Thank you.' Yzak replied absently, taking a sip from his dark coffee. It had been increasingly hard for him to stay focused without caffeine, he'd die with the workload he had.

You pay a price. Yzak mused mentally, setting down his coffee mug. Turning in his seat, he looked out the window at the scenery before him. PLANT had been his home ever since he was born and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if PLANT had been destroyed by those nuclear missiles three years ago. The peace obtained had not been easy and he was willing to do what he had to in order to keep it. He understood that peace came with a price which involved sacrifice, and he had the ability to contribute.

Touching his face where his scar used to be, Yzak winced slightly. It had more or less healed, yet it constantly reminded him of his innocent killings. He never felt guilty for his killings during the battle, but when everything was over, the process of repent was painful.

'Commander Jules, Major Elthman wants to see you.' Yzak's secretary said through the communicator.

'Send him in.' Yzak said, turning around in his seat.

'Commander.' Dearka Elthman saluted.

'Sit.' Yzak rolled his eyes. 'And please, enough with the saluting.'

'I'm your subordinate.' Dearka smirked.

'They want to promote you. You just don't want to and leave the big stuff to me.' Yzak muttered. 'What is it?'

Dearka's smirk faded and he shook his head.

'Oh, don't tell you ticked the lady off again.' Yzak rolled his eyes. 'How many times do I have to tell you? You need patience with women. I really can't afford anymore leaves from you.'

'Oh, you're the one talking.' Dearka snarled. 'Besides, this is not about my personal life, thank you very much.'

Yzak shrugged. 'Just get married for the love of God.'

'Give me a break, I'm only twenty.' Dearka muttered, leaning back. 'Besides, Miriallia and I still have our careers to worry about.'

Yzak snorted. 'Since when did you worry your career, Dearka Elthman?'

'Since now.' Dearka tossed a file onto Yzak's desk.

'What's this?' Yzak glanced at it with raised eyebrows.

'Shots from surveillance.' Dearka replied flatly. 'You won't believe what they got.'

Eyeing it suspiciously, Yzak opened the file and widened his eyes. 'No way!'

'Believe me, that's the same reaction I got when I opened Shiho's security box.' Dearka said darkly. 'It was definitely a sniper and the both of us know that he's more than qualified to kill at our estimated distance.'

Yzak leaned back, trying to recovering from the shock. 'There's no way, there's no way he could have survived Heliopolis!'

'If they really get him, he'll be dead before we can say Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty.' Dearka said shortly.

'Does he have an allegiance?' Yzak asked.

'Nessar.' Dearka said promptly

'Damn it!' Yzak bawled, slamming his fist onto the desk.

After a few minutes of silence, Yzak took a deep breath and closed the file. 'Get Athrun and make sure that none of this gets to the council.'

'Yes sir.'

He woke up abruptly, feeling his skin drenched in sweat. It was another dream, another nightmare.

Panting, he pressed one palm onto his chest and winced at the pounding of his heart. The nightmare was worse than the usual, the darkness was horrifying.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at his lap, watching as a drop of sweat dripped down, splashing onto the dark colored sheets.

He almost jumped up at the arms that snaked around his neck from behind. Kicking himself mentally, his breath slowed down as the bare chest of a woman pressed to his back, rubbing his sweaty skin.

'What is it honey?'

'It's nothing Novita, just a bad dream.' He replied softly, patting her entwined arms briefly. 'Just a bad dream.'

'Aww…' Novita Van Ness breathed into his ear. 'Do you want me to make you feel better?'

'I'd love to.' He smirked. 'But I have to go, it's almost daybreak.'

'Oh please!' Novita made a move to pull him back. 'It's been over two weeks since we've gotten together! I'm going to be busy again and it will take forever!'

'I'm sorry love, but I have to get back before day comes.' He said, giving her a kiss on the lips. 'Besides, you have a meeting with your Father early in the morning.'

'But – ' Novita stopped and pouted. 'Is it because of your stupid wife?'

'That too.' He laughed, standing up.

'Bitch.' Novia muttered, pushing the sheets away from her. Rushing forward, she threw her arms around him before he could pull on his boxers.

'She's your sister.' He murmured.

'I know, and clearly, she can't fullfill your needs.' Novia grumbled, tightening her grip. 'Stay.'

'You know I'd love to, but I can't. Be good.' With that, he quickly untangled her arms from his waist and dressed. Shrugging on his jacket, he grabbed his car keys from her dresser and pulled on his steel toed army boots.

'I'll miss you.' Novia sighed as she walked him to the door with the sheets wrapped around her. Pulling his face down, she gave him a deep kiss before letting him go.

Pausing slightly as the door closed behind him, he walked down the revolving stairs of the mansion and was greeted by the butler.

'Ready to go Mr. Enzia?' He asked, opening the door for him.

'Thanks.' He stepped out into the dark morning and unlocked his car with his remote. Stepping into his comfortable sedan, he gunned the engine and cruised down the road into the highway. He had been later than usual and he had to get back into the city before dawn. Wincing at the rising sun, he fumbled for his shades in the dashboard.

Arriving his apartment situated in a quiet community at the outskirts of the busy political capital of PLANT Aprilius One, he parked his car and locked it manually. Going up the fire escape stairs at the back of the building, he pushed open the balcony door at the fourth floor and met total darkness.

He hated darkness. He absolutely hated it. A year of blindness explained a lot.

Feeling for the switch, he quickly flipped it on and felt relieved to find his apartment filled with light. He could still hear his heart pound slightly from the sudden shock of darkness. Reaching into his jacket, he took out his pistol and set it on the shelf along with a series of firearms, including rifles and old classic revolvers. Glancing at the clock that hung on the wall in the kitchen, he found that it was already six.

Before he reached the master bedroom, he stopped briefly at the workroom and debated whether or not to check, but decided against it. Shaking his head, he pushed open the door to the master bedroom and took off his jacket. It smelled of smoke, not surprising at all since Novita was a chimney.

Throwing the jacket onto the king size bed, he started to undress, wanting to take a shower badly. He was about to take his boxers off when he suddenly realized that the lights of the room were on. Turning his head towards the bathroom, he saw light seeping through the gap of the door. Frowning, he pushed open the door, not appreciating the idea of having to fight for the bathroom at six in the morning.

He was met with nothing but steam and coughed slightly at the unpleasant air. Not bothering to shut the door, he walked towards the shower and heard it turn on again. Suddenly irritated, he drew the shower curtains open forcefully and was met with a low gasp.

'What are you doing, taking a shower at six in the morning?' He demanded, looking down at her. She had just finished washing her long black hair and was in the process of rinsing the fruity shampoo from her silky locks.

'You were supposed to be back at five the latest.' She said flatly, continuing her rinse, ignoring the fact that they were basically naked in front of each other.

'What's this?' He reached down and picked up the red shampoo bottle. Flipping open the lid, he smelled it. 'Since when did you like strawberries?'

'Since never.' She said in her usual flat voice. 'I ran out and got it during my last trip. Didn't want to waste the damn thing. There's non left anyway, but I figure you smelled a lot of this a few hours ago.'

Finishing her rinse, she stepped out of the tub and was about to reach for her towel hanging on the railing beside the counter when he suddenly whirled her around and crushed his lips onto hers in a rough kiss.

'I'm not Novita, so fuck off.' She snapped, breaking off the kiss, pushing him away.

'I don't want to fuck off, I want to fuck you.' Picking her up, he threw her wet body over his shoulders and carried her out of the steamy bathroom, figuring his shower could wait. Ignoring her protests and her hard thumps on his back, he dropped her onto her feet and pushed her onto the bed. Frowning as the sheets soaked with her long wet hair, he pulled off his boxers and pushed her into the fluffy sheets, running his slender fingers up her thigh.

'Get off me!' She yelled, trying to kick his hands away.

'I like it when you're pissed, you're turning me on honey.' He sneered into her ear, licking it. Feeling her struggles die down, he smiled and trailed his tongue down her neck and over her chest while his hands occupied themselves with the heat between her legs.

'You jackass, isn't it enough that you already fuck my sister's brains out every now and then?' She muttered, biting into his shoulder, feeling his hard member enter her swiftly. Closing her eyes, she picked up the rhythm and felt herself letting go, much to her dismay. Every time…

'This is different, you're legitimate.' He whispered into her ears huskily. 'So I can fuck you whenever I want.' Closing his eyes, feeling the sensation their rubbing skin produced. Feeling himself come, he braced himself and released while staring into her amber eyes. Falling on top of her in exhaust, he tried to stay awake, but found himself drifting to sleep. He could easily fall into a dreamless sleep after having sex with her.

When he woke up again, he wasn't at all surprised to see that she had left and it was already three in the afternoon. She had definitely gone out and he was left to kill time alone until he figured out what to do with the shit he was ordered to finish. Sitting up, he made a reach for the jug of water on the nightstand but failed and let the jug fall onto the carpeted floor, spilling water onto the floor. Cursing, he rolled off the bed and found his foot hit something cold. Kneeling down, he picked up the chain that held a dog tag.

Leaning his back against the bed, he held it up and stared at it under the sunlight of the colony. After what seemed like forever, he drew open the bottom drawer and threw the dog tag in, slamming it shut with a loud thud.

Standing up, he was about to take his long awaited shower but stopped and turned to the chest of drawers again. Sighing, he drew open the drawer again and fell onto the bed dangling the dog tag over his eyes.

Who was he kidding, a part of him was still the Rusty MacKenzie from ZAFT's Team Klueze who died during the Heliopolis raid.


End of Prologue