BW Rat: These drabbles are things I wrote for an LJ community called endlessfuture, a gundam seed-destiny writing community. They are quite short and do not necessarily relate to each other.

Title: Under Wrong Circumstances

Claim: Athrun x Yzak

Theme: Set #1, Theme #1, Meeting

Genres: Romance (?)

Pairings: Athrun x Yzak (Just barely)

Word Count: 820 according to MS Word

Rating: PG-13 for Language

Summary: Who the hell is this Athrun Zala!

Notes: Set in their academy days... I think... Forgive me for the utterly tasteless ending...

"Hurry you idiot! Hurry!"

The platinum blond haired student yelled at his companion. Yzak Jule was not the type of man to usually show impatience, but on occasions such as these, keeping cool wasn't of any importance to him.

"It won't run away, you know." Dearka Elthsman said to his overly-enthusiastic friend. Seeing as the other paid no attention to him, he slowed down, yelling "They're just Test scores!" as he lagged further and further behind Yzak. "We all know you're going to be number one!"

There was a crowd in front of them, covering what ever view Yzak would've gotten of the announcement board. A murmur echoed throughout the hall as students came and went, glancing at the board then joining in the frenzy about how well or how horrible they'd done. Yzak didn't have the time to wait! The sooner he saw his victory, the sooner he could be at ease.

"Excuse- Hey- Will you- Hey- ARG! Out of my way!" The enraged Yzak Jule began to scream, shoving every one else aside. In his hurry, he didn't see the brunette ahead of him, going the opposite direction.

Collision.

"Are you alright?" The brunette said, extending his hand to Yzak, helping him up. "I'm sorry, are you hurt?"

Taking the hand in front of him, the blond rubbed his eyes before being able to reply. "Yeah, I'm fine, but could you just-" His sentence began rudely, seeing as he did not appreciate being knocked down before being able to accomplish his goal, but after a good look at just who dared to stand in his way, Yzak could do nothing but gape; he was gorgeous. "Just- just . . . Ranking! I need to see my ranking!" he said, barely covering up his nervousness.

The other boy merely smiled at him, "Was that all it was. . . What's your name? I look for it for you." He offered. T'was, as the brunette put it, "the least he could do."

Debating on whether it would be better for someone to tell him or to see the scores themselves, Yzak shocked even himself when he quickly gave his name before he could refuse. "Jule, Yzak Jule."

"Yzak Jule." The brunette repeated, turning to check the list for the blond's name.

Yzak was tempted to tell him to just check the number one spot to save time, but he decided against it, thinking that was too arrogant even for him.

Not taking his eye or finger of the spot on the board, the boy congratulated Yzak, saying he had done well. "Good job Yzak! You ranked second in the whole school!"

He was about to jump and cheer until the brunette's words finally sank in. "SECOND!" Pushing everyone else out of the way, Yzak glared at the list, willing the other to be wrong, willing that it was all a mistake and he was in his usual spot on top. Nothing had been more important to him then this. Reading the list twice, he couldn't fathom that the other boy had been right, he was in second. "Who the hell is this Athrun Zala?"

After what seemed to be forever, Dearka had caught up to him, panting and out of breath. "What's the . . ." another pant, "Matter, Yzak? Not enough people to cheer for your amazing perfect score?" the older boy teased, although rendered ineffective by his panting.

Face glowing a bright red, Yzak started hissing and cussing, throwing his fist up in the air and pounding against the wall. "Dearka! Who the hell is this Athrun Zala? Tell me who the fucker is! Damn it! Screw him, whoever he is!"

Eyes growing wide, Dearka looked at the ground, scratching the back of his head. "Err… well, he's…"

The brunette Yzak met earlier took Dearka's silence as a cue to interject. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced, Yzak." He smiled almost eerily. "Hi, I'm Athrun Zala, very happy to meet you, Yzak Jule." Athrun Zala said, extending his hand out to him for the second time that day, mostly ignoring the overly shocked look on Yzak's face.

Gaze shifting from Athrun's face to his hand, Yzak's mouth was left agape as he couldn't find anything to tell him. "Y-You- You're Zala . . .?"

Taking his hand away, Athrun leaned over; his face moving closer to Yzak's then whispered something in his ear so only Yzak could hear, before turning to make his exit, leaving Dearka and the rest of the student body to clueless, but not as clueless as Yzak who didn't know whether to throw his shoe at that arrogant brunette's head or turn away and forget that ever happened.

As soon as he though he could erase what just happened from his memory forever, Athrun's last words kept coming back to him, haunting him endlessly. "I hope am the fucker, Yzak . . ."

End