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Shortly after the young heroes form the Three Ships Alliance…
Lieutenant Mu La Flaga, pilot extraordinaire (of the regular spaceships, the ones that don't mimic a human body), sat by himself in dining
hall of the ship. He did what he considered to be his second greatest field of activity, which was relaxing. The laidback ace nodded to himself, his eyes reconnoitering the lunchroom. Aside from Carl, the cook who was stirring something obscure in a pot behind the kitchen, the room was essentially empty and therefore is at its most peaceful and quiet.
"I really am that good. Hawk of Endymon one minute, and one cool cat the next."
That aforesaid title had referred to the timeless battle in history in which Flaga had displayed his superior combat piloting acumen – and brought down five ZAFT mobile suits with nothing more than a modest Moebius Zero fighter.
"And they said it was impossible? I must have missed the memo. I'm the man who makes the impossible possible. I'm Mu La Flaga, bitch! I'm the biggest, baddest Natural in the universe…" he joked, and forked another piece of salad into his mouth. Juxtaposed to the plate of greenery on his lunch tray was a tall glass of passionfruit juice. The sweetness of the juice did not complement with the sourness of the vinaigrette sauce that was spritz'd over his salad… but then again, most of the crew members on the Archangel already saw him as somewhat odd. They wouldn't deny Flaga respect, but they did think of him as slightly weird.
He then saw Kira and Cagalli traverse into the room, side by side.
What a cute couple they'd be… the doe eyed, mild-mannered Kira, and the feisty Cagalli… Hmmm.
"Hey, guys. Come sit with me. How's the training going?" he asked.
The twins, who were not even aware of their related relationship until recently, walked over to him. They sat down, each one with a tray of Carl's food. The gallant soldier Flaga couldn't help but chuckle, with observing Kira squirrel away his rations as politely as possible whereas the rugged Cagalli took large, dramatic bites. Startling him slightly, Cagalli suddenly opened her lips to speak – yet maintained her feminine grace like blue blooded royalty.
"Flaga-san! I did great! I think I'm ready to pilot a mobile suit with those scores. Tell him, Kira!" she beamed.
"Um… um… Cagalli, your GUNDAM simulation scores were kinda … below average," lipped Kira with the utmost caution. But with every word, he began to tread less carefully. "Yeah they were pretty bad. Seriously imouto-san [little sister, maybe you should stick to diplomacies. Even Mari did better… I don't think… that you should pilo-… uh oh… um… everyone improves?"
Now, he faced the full breadth of Cagalli's pseudo-polite expression. It was one he recognized, remembering that she would utilize it in front of company (which is Mu La Flaga today) to be courteous, only to viciously destroy Kira later. He began to sweat bullets, as she slowly turned her features to him, facing him vis a vis. She smiled a Mona Lisa half crescent, which was the apocalyptic sign of her personal wrath.
"Oh really, Kira? Thank you for pointing that out right in front of Flaga-san. Hey, I forgot to talk to you about something. In private. Please excuse us, Flaga-san, we need to get going now," she stood up with a cheery look. But Flaga can see that Kira had the diametrically opposite emotion broadcasted on his face. After a brief moment, seeing Kira's hesitation, she then grabbed hold of his earlobe and dragged him along the way out the room.
"Come on now, my dear otouto-chan (little brother), let's hurry."
With every other step, Kira shrieked an "ow" as she tugged him along via ear. Mu La Flaga, having witnessed this short event, blinked three times and returned to his salad. Suddenly, a different symbol of his conscience appeared standing on each shoulder. They were miniature versions of him, face, physique and uniform.
"Hmmm. What I just saw was pretty damn ambiguous. But I suspect the two, Kira and Cagalli, are simply acting like friends or even siblings. Nothing more. That's my wager," said the mini-Flaga on his right shoulder.
"No, no no. Wrong. Kira and Cagalli has a relationship that seems much more complex… and closer… than brother and sister. I think they're a bit too attached to be simply friends… or siblings," countered the counter mini-Flaga of the opposite shoulder. During this time, a distant "OUCH! CA-GALLI!" echoed from the hallways, in Kira's voice.
Well, we'll see. I will keep tabs on those two.
((To be continued. Probably.))