Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam SEED.
The usual suspects; my very first Gundam SEED story, inspired by a DeaYzak survey I took on DEEP Emotion; that, and the fact that the Webmistress, Yzak also known as Tara, is my DeaYzak Crack Goddess. I worship the program she writes on.
This will also have a side of disgustingly mushy AthKira.
Summary:Dearka loves Yzak. Yzak loves Dearka. Dearka's been having very feminine fantasies about their Wedding Day and wants Yzak to wear a dress.
Timeline: It's set sometime after the end SEED but before SEED Destiny.
When the Wedding Bells Chime.
Ding, dong …
The bells chimed from their position above the tower's roof. The clear blue sky seemed to glow as the artificial sun shone down upon the citizens of PLANT.
Ding, dong …
The atmosphere was filled with cheer as the people gathered around the great white building, white grain in hand and cages filled with pure, white doves ready to be let free when the two special people of the day emerged from the building.
Ding, dong …
The doors burst open and a sea of people flooded out the entrance, cheers of joy and congratulates rang around.
Among the hoards of family, friends and high-ranking officers that made up the majority of the people present, two in particular, stood out greatly. The two grooms. Arms linked at the elbows and dressed smartly in matching black tuxedos', they shared a loving smile with the other, eyes shining with indescribable happiness to have finally be united.
"Yzak …" Dearka breathed out the name of his beloved.
"Dearka …" Yzak stared into the eyes of his blonde haired soul mate.
"Yzak … you look gorgeous," Dearka looked down at his silver-haired partner, "the white frills really bring out the colour of your eyes."
"Dearka. You know –" Yzak's eyes became wide as Dearka's statement finally sunk it. His eyes shot down to his clothes, only to find his black tuxedo had transformed into a frilly white gown, "what the hell?"
Dearka had stars in his eyes as he gazed, transfixed, at Yzak's new attire, "Yzak …"
"Dearka!"
- - - - -
"Dearka!"
Dearka vaguely heard Yzak's voice shouting at him for something. Still too groggy to distinguish normal speech from slurred mumbling, he just rolled over onto his side, covered his face with a pillow (he assumed it belonged to Yzak since it still held the scent of his cologne) and attempted to resume the pleasant dream he was having.
"Dearka!"
Yzak's voice started to get louder and clearer as he stomped his way upstairs and slammed open the door to the room he shared Dearka. The silver-haired teen glared at the sleeping form, as if trying to lift him up out of bed using his mind-power. Finally, after deciding that no matter how hard he glared, the comforter still would burst out into flames, he settled on the next best plan; throw him out of bed using raw strength. Hell, if he could take out not one, but two of the Earth Alliance's Mobile Armour (which, he added mentally, even Athrun couldn't do so much as scratch the outer layer in his Justice Gundam) what's trying to get his Coordinator partner out of bed.
How wrong he was.
As it turned out, a sleeping Dearka packs a bigger punch than a Mobile Armour any day of the week. Yzak's had proof of it in the form of a bruise forming around his left eye from where Dearka had elbowed him in his dreamy state.
"Dearka!"
No response.
Getting royally ticked off by his failed attempt to rouse the sleeping boy, topped off with the fact that his left eye was aching and the twitch that formed didn't help any with the pain, he walked to the side of the bed, grabbed the bottom of the mattress with both hands and proceeded to fling Dearka unceremoniously to the floor, where he landed with a loud thud.
Yzak smirked and walked over to the other side to survey the damage he had inflicted.
Dearka's POV"No, Yzak. Don't! You'll regret it, trust me!" Dearka slowly inched his way back, looking up in fear as Yzak, still dressed in a frilly white gown but wielding a very long and very sharp looking sword, drew closer to were he was cornered; a steep and bottomless chasm looming dangerously behind him.
"Oh no I won't, trust 'me', Dearka," Yzak glowered, his blue eyes shining with malice.
"I swear it wasn't me, Yzak, I swear!"
"But this is your fantasy, Dearka, yours. Your inner most desire is to see me in a dress, isn't it? You sick pervert!" Yzak raised the sword high above his head.
"I-err-I … but you love me, Yzak! You love me!"
"I used you, Dearka. Just like you used me to fulfil your perverted dreams. Now … you die!" Without warning, Yzak lunged at Dearka, sword positioned at his side, ready to spear all that crosses its path.
"No, Yzak!" Dearka moved back, but didn't notice the protruding rock behind him until it was too late. He stumbled back, further back and felt himself falling down into the pitch black hole.
Falling, falling, falling.
Thud!
Normal POVThud!
Dearka groaned and grabbed his head with in both his hands, "Itai …" he moaned and cracked open a bleary eye. Surprised to find himself lying flat on the floor, he attempted to sit up. However, the sudden movement caused pain to shoot up his body and he curled back, "Oww … what happened?"
"You're what happened, Dearka!"
The agitated voice forced Dearka to open his eyes and he came face to face – or rather – face to foot with Yzak's boots, "Yzak?"
"No, it's the tooth fairy, idiot."
Dearka couldn't hold back his grin and looked up to find Yzak's intense eyes on him, "Ah, I've always suspected the tooth fairy to be a gorgeous being, and I guess I wasn't disappointed."
The corner of Yzak's lips twitched slightly, as it he was trying to suppress a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came, "Stop ass kissing, Dearka, and get ready. We're late for lunch."
"Aww, do we have to?" he pouted, grabbing one of the pillows of the bed and hugging it tightly to his chest, "can't we just stay in bed and snuggle?"
Yzak seemed to be considering Dearka's words. The warmth of the bed – and Dearka's body – was quite inviting, but in the end, he decided that snuggling, nuzzling and any sort of naughty play had to wait until later. He had an important appointment with Chairman Dullindal to keep.
"Later. Now get your sorry butt into the shower and get ready. I don't want the Chairman to think that officers under my command don't have any personal hygiene."
"Fine, fine," Dearka sighed and pushed himself to his feet, "you don't know what you're missing," he mumbled and walked into the bathroom.
The look one Yzak's face as he watched Dearka strip down to his underwear was one of longing. He would have just jumped right in and joined Dearka in the shower, but held himself in place, choosing instead to study the small patterns in the beige wall of his room.
Half an hour later, Dearka finally emerged, clad only in a blue towel that was held loosely around his waist.
"Took you long enough," Yzak glared at him, "what the hell were you doing in there? Marinating?"
The Buster pilot snorted, "That's rich coming from you, Mr. I-need-time-to-let-the-vitamins-soak-into-my-hair-otherwise-it'll-split-at-the-ends. And another thing, who, I ask you, in their right mind folds their used clothes before placing it in the basket?"
"Shut up, Dearka! And get ready!" he snapped and walked out, leaving the half-naked Dearka smirking in triumph.
"You're starting to lose you're touch, Yzak!" he shouted to the boys' retreating form, "Maybe we should ask Athrun to come visit more often, then you wouldn't be so out of practice."
He was answered by the sound of the door being slammed and roaring of the cars ignition. Dearka rushed to the window just in time to see Yzak drive off in his metallic blue convertible. "Tch," he looked away from the window, when will you grow up, Yzak?
After he was done getting ready, and with nothing to do after Yzak's much-too-customary outburst, he decided to head off to the city for lunch. All while, there was a nagging voice in the back of his head that told him that there was something he was forgetting, but he couldn't remember what it was.
- - - - -
Later that evening, dinner was served and eaten in silence. Yzak seemed to still be ticked off at Dearka for insinuating that he need Athrun for something, and Dearka, in turn, was to busy trying to recall what he had forgotten to bother. He did notice the dark blue bruise around Yzak's left eye and opened his mouth to comment, but one glare from the boy in question made him close it again.
The plates and cutleries were washed and put away, the leftovers put in the fridge and the dining table cleaned. Yet, the two of them didn't even look at the other, let alone utter even one phrase. When everything had been cleared off, Yzak wordlessly made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom, careful to slam the door as hard as he could, signalling to Dearka that it was the couch for him tonight.
- - - - -
Ding, dong …The bells chimed from their position above the tower's roof. The clear blue sky seemed to glow as the artificial sun shone down upon the citizens of PLANT.
Ding, dong …
The atmosphere was filled with cheer as the people gathered around the great white building, white grain in hand and cages filled with pure, white doves ready to be let free when the two special people of the day emerged from the building.
Ding, dong …
The doors burst open and a sea of people flooded out the entrance, cheers of joy and congratulates rang around. Among the hoards of family, friends and high-ranking officers that made up the majority of the people present, two in particular, stood out greatly. The bride and the groom.
The groom was dressed smartly in a formal black tuxedo, a white corsage decorated his left breast pocket. Beside him, his beautiful bride, clad in a pure white dress made of the finest silk and a long train flowing behind as they strode down the red carpet to the awaiting car.
The look on Dearka's face was that of pure joy as he turned to his bride, face hidden by the long white fabric that was attached to a glittering pearl crown. He reached his hand over to brush the material away and look upon the face of his wife.
"Oh Yzak …"
Yzak's crystal blue eyes looked up to meet Dearka's violet orbs.
"Yzak …" Dearka gaped, "you're the most beautiful creature that ever roamed the universe," he ran a finger along his bride's jaw line, cherishing the smooth feel his unblemished skin.
Yzak opened his full, peach coloured lips, causing Dearka to stiffen when he stood. The voice that left his throat, however, was not what Dearka had expected, "Ensign Elthman."
Yzak suddenly transformed into Captain Kleuze.
Normal POV"Argh! No!" Dearka shot up from his position on the couch, his chest heaving loudly and sweat poured down his face. He grabbed his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat thumping from beneath his ribs. "What the hell was that! Captain Kleuze? Yzak in a dress?" Feeling a sudden urge to throw up, not much at the thought of Yzak in a gown, but more of the image of Captain Klueze in a gown, he rushed to the nearest bathroom, purging his body of an entire day's worth of food.
A few minutes later, after flushing the contents of his stomach down the drain, he walked out and dropped himself onto the first chair he could grab.
Yzak … he leaned back, eyes looking up at the ceiling, he's so beautiful.
A mental image of Yzak appeared suddenly in his mind. He shut his eyes, trying to envision their real wedding, if they had one (which he doubted because this was Yzak Jule he was talking about). Would it be anything like the one in the dream? Perhaps not, since Yzak would never be caught dead in a dress. He did look spectacular in it. The soft material clinging to his skin. The light shade of blush that was on his cheeks and the peach coloured gloss that was painted onto his lips.
He would give anything to see Yzak in a dress in reality. But it would never happen … unless he could talk Athrun into one first, then Yzak will feel obligated to wear one too.
That thought brought a smile into Dearka's face. Yes, he'd have to have a talk with Athrun sometime soon, maybe later in the afternoon since he was off duty that day.
Glancing at the clock on the wall that read one thirty, he walked over to his bed for the night with his heart lighter and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber … yet it did have random images of Yzak popping up once and a while.
End Part One.
:D It was quite fun writing this chapter. It was originally meant to be a One Shot but will now be a Two Shot. The next chapter will be up soon. Till then.
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