Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Seed/GS Destiny, it owns me.
Warning: lemon!
Theme Song: Massive Attack – Angel.
Chapter One: People are Strange
"Kira catch!"
Upon hearing the sudden call, the brunette who was walking in the college's campus turned around to be met with a basket ball. Luckily for him, he had good reflexes and caught it before it hit him.
"What the hell!?" growled Kira, "it almost broke my nose, Athrun!"
The bluenette laughed out, "As if! I threw it lightly." Approaching his friend, Athrun raised his hand for a high five, which Kira gladly hit with his own.
"Happy birthday, bro! That's your present." Athrun declared as he pointed at the ball Kira was holding.
Looking confused the brunette snapped, "You fucking with me?" analyzing the present he continued, "This filthy old basket ball is my best friend's present?"
"Watch your words! Take a good look at it, it is signed." The bluenette corrected, nodding his head.
Gasping, Kira turned around the ball searching for the said signature; he was excited.
Was it one of those rare balls signed by famous player? As known by everyone, Kira Hibiki, son of Ulen Hibiki CEO of the 'Hibiki Corp.' adored basketball. But as the heir to his father's business, he only played it for fun –though he wanted to go professional. And purchasing and collecting rare signed basket balls were one of his many hobbies.
Finding the signature, his excitement faded away when he read 'Athrun'.
"What are you doing Athrun?" he deadpanned.
"That is the rarest ball of all times, 'cause this is the only ball I've ever signed." He proudly confessed.
"What makes you think I want a ball with your signature?"
"Because I am hot?"
An awkward silence followed, which was broken by a 'click'.
"Your face is priceless!" Athrun laughed after taking a picture of his best friend's face with his smart phone.
"I'm leaving…" Sighed the other, dumping the ball.
Trying to cease his laugh, Athrun caught his friend's pace and put an arm on his shoulder, "I was joking, chill out!"
"Not really in the mood; I had a fight with mom this morning."
"Ouch! Be ready for aunt Caridad's fury when you go back home." Athrun grimaced.
They continued their walk, talking about everything and nothing; as long as Kira remembers, Athrun Zala was his bestfriend. Their respective fathers had worked together many times, which resulted in both boys spending time together since their childhood days.
Athrun was Patrick Zala's sole son and heir to his company 'Zala Shipping Corp.' just like Kira, with whom he was studying at Zaft College; and this year was their last. The bluenette was the complete opposite of Kira, and people always wondered how they came to be friends. Truth to be told, even Kira asked himself the same question. Athrun was a reserved person; he was composed, calm, secretive, and tidy. He was not the type of person who easily showed their emotions, especially sadness.
Hibiki on the other hand was a hurricane; he was compulsive and very emotional, but nonetheless, very respectful.
As they both walked to the main building of the campus, Athrun noticed a very familiar pinkette coming in their direction.
"Here comes the shiny rose!" whispered Athrun to his friend, making the latter stiffen.
"Damn it." Kira responded when he finally noticed the girl approaching them.
They both stopped in their tracks and waited for the young girl to catch up with them; like always, people could not help but look at her with loving eyes.
"Good morning, Kira, Athrun." She acknowledged with her usual beaming smile, "Happy birthday! May your happiness be eternal!"
"Thank you dear." Kira faked a smile as he kissed her hand.
Athrun, the third wheel, stood there holding laughter as he watched the fake persona of his friend talking to the loved shining star of the public.
Lacus Clyne was a famous singer loved by the entire population; daughter of Siegel Clyne who owned the ancestral Clyne Hospital. In their family's traditions, the firstborn had always been raised to be a doctor, so that they would inherit the hospital. Yet, the elder daughter, Lacus, was not a doctor nor did she intend to inherit her ancestors' business. Thus, it was her younger twin sister who would.
On top of that, she was also, Kira's fiancée. Much to the latter's disapproval.
True, she was the incarnation of love, beauty and kindness itself; but Kira couldn't bring himself to see her as a love interest.
His heart belonged to another.
Athrun knew all about Kira's situation, and knew perfectly the pinkette's feelings for the brunette –who ignored that her love was not reciprocated; and he could do nothing but watch his friend being torn apart, and Lacus's reaction if she ever found out about the truth.
Deciding to give Kira some rest he stepped into their discussion, "You're coming for Kira's birthday party, right?"
Her face brightened, "Of course I am! I would never miss it." Joining her hands to her chest.
"Great!" smiled Athrun at Kira's puzzled face and put his hand on his shoulder, "So see you there, I guess! Kira and I have class now, we better get going."
Kira kissed her on the cheek, "Later, Lacus," and both men left before she could respond leaving her confused.
Watching his figure disappearing in the crowd, Lacus touched the cheek he kissed and smiled to herself, "Yes, see you later."
As soon as they left the pink princess Kira sighed, running a hand through his chocolate colored hair, "Thanks for saving me, man."
"It's always a pleasure." He responded without his casual smile, then asked after a short silence, "why don't you just break it off?"
"You know that I can't. Our fathers are business partners; my father said I could do what I want as long as she doesn't find out." Kira scratched the back of his head.
"Kira, you know she will find out, and that it will destroy her!" reprimanded the bluenette.
"Spare me your rhetoric, please! We've discussed this many times."
Right, Athrun was nothing than a spectator.
He could do nothing.
"What's with the frowning face, Choco-boy?" a familiar voice said.
Turning his head toward the source of the voice, Athrun recognized his partner in crime, Dearka Elsman: just your regular hot blond guy with tanned skin that had slept with the entire female population.
"Nothing." He sighed.
"Did the girl of last night dump you?" Dearka narrowed his eyes, grinning.
Athrun wanted to face palm, how in the world did someone like him end up in a college like this?
Oh yes, right! This prestigious College held two specific categories of people: the dumb rich and the smartass. One could easily guess to which category Dearka belonged, right?
And hell no! No girl had ever dumped the Great -Choco-playboy- Athrun, he was the one who dumped her last night.
Athrun, Kira and Dearka were labeled as The Sex Gods –and it was confirmed by their many amorous conquests.
The blond was an animal on heat; he preferred one-night stands and never slept with the same woman twice.
Athrun slept with specific women –he had many tastes–, each woman (never name it a relationship) lasted exactly one month; rumors had it that he forces some rules on his women. No one knew what it was, not even Kira. He was also called 'The Blue Haired Christian Grey'.
Then comes Kira… Oh Kira! The playboy who finally fell in love, cliché may it sound, after many years of breaking girls' hearts, one fortuned woman captured his, luckily for him his feeling were reciprocated.
Simply: Dearka, the beast. Athrun, the mysterious, and Kira, the lover.
"Just shut up, fucker; you're giving me a headache!" growled someone next to him.
"Grumpy as always, Yzak." Kira teased.
"I don't want to hear it from you, Hibiki!"
"Hey there Yzak, I didn't notice you." Athrun deadpanned.
"Are you all trying to anger me?!" growled ever louder the silver head, earning looks from student around them.
"You're already angry, Yzak-chan~" smiled ridiculously Dearka.
Not wanting to commit murder, Yzak simply crushed the cup of tea in his hand.
Teasing Yzak Joule was one of the favorite hobbies of the three men. His short-tempered personality and punch lines were interesting and funny –in their opinion.
Compared to his friends, Yzak was more serious, in studies and everything else; technically he was the smart one of the group –and the less handsome. Yes, poor Yzak Joule; once, he was ranked first at one of Dearka's many silly polls: What guy makes girls runaway faster? Which earned him a bad reputation amongst females, and he actually didn't care one bit. Which resulted in Dearka making another poll: Do you think that Yzak Joule is gay? The result was: YES – 65523 votes / NO – 0 votes.
It all ended happily with Dearka being hospitalized for an interior bleeding and many broken ribs, and Yzak wondering just how many people whom voted actually know him.
The magic about Yzak's sexual life faded a little when his friends discovered that he was dating Shiho Hahnenfuss.
No one knew who she was till that day –thank God she wasn't one of Dearka's women.
Turned out she worked as a waitress at a local café. It was all they knew about her, or more precisely what Yzak thought they knew about her.
Unknown to Yzak, his friends know some interesting information about her, like the fact that she was their age, that she wanted to enroll into their college but was too poor, that she cohabitated with her friend, that she met Yzak when he was customer at her workplace. The most shocking info they got was the fact that the two lovers were actually in love… that info gave the three men nightmares for numerous days, and wished to never have known about it.
"Anyway, you guys coming tonight, right?" asked Kira eyeing his friends.
"My pride is that I never turn down an invitation to party!" said Dearka eagerly, "I hope you invited some hot chicks!"
"I wish we weren't friends, so that I wouldn't have to come." Muttered Yzak, knowing how Kira's parties were.
"You're speaking as if my parties were bad." Kira responded, emphasizing on the last word.
Bad… Bad… That word couldn't even define how Kira's parties were.
Once, he attended a party Kira hosted at a night club on Christmas Eve; it was crazy.
Literally C.R.A.Z.Y. He remembered vividly the whole thing: Kira making out like a retarded, jumping, dancing and stripping, Dearka going to a VIP lounge to have a threesome, Athrun was crying in a corner with some blonde chick and talking about God knows what; the deafening music and the blinding colors turning and turning made him all nauseous –when he hadn't even drank yet.
On top of that he woke up the next day at midday in one of the rooms of the club half naked. For a moment he thought that he participated in last night's havoc, but then he miraculously remembered something he wished to forget: last night some crazy chicks tried to rape him, and they almost succeeded.
Lucky him, God decided to help him escape the barbarians.
Obviously, the only reason that they weren't the daily newspaper's headlines was because of their fathers –rich men are powerful!
And Yzak felt that tonight's party will be worst. Maybe he should bring Shiho; that way he wouldn't remember unwanted things, since he would spend the entire evening with her.
Yeah, he should bring her… because he knows how comfy the VIP rooms at the club of tonight's party are.
Athrun sweat dropped when he saw the silver head's smirking to himself, and decided that if he stayed there, he would catch his friends' idiocy.
"I'm off guys; I've some stuff to do; see ya tonight."
"Just make sure to be on time, Athrun!" notified Kira as his best friend walked away.
Finally stepping out of the crowded corridors the bluenette sighed and took out his phone from his jean's pocket.
Turning the phone on, the screen displayed the message he had been waiting for all day long: 'The new cargo has arrived; we've put it in the usual warehouse.' –Miguel.
Sitting into his expensive orange sports car, he dialed a number,
"Hello, father..."
Walking out of the shower, a certain blonde's mood was crappy; she looked at her grumpy expression on the glass. Waking up by falling off the bed was definitely a bad idea.
She took the towel and started to dry herself as she walked to her bedroom in all her naked glory; she lived alone so she didn't give a crap. Throwing the towel on the ground she proceeded in getting clothed and drying her hair; not bothering to brush it, she simply held it in a ponytail.
Walking to the kitchen, she found pancakes and juice served on the table; she sat and ate even if it was already noon. When finished she put her phone in her pants pocket and walked back to her bedroom, opening the nightstand she reached for a gun that she carefully hid inside the jacket she wore, and went out.
The blonde walked down the road as soon as she got out of the building; it was a sunny spring day, she could smell the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the nasty odor of cars and oil; she despised big cities for being noisy and smelly.
She would've liked to live in a little village, owning a bakery and a little house with a garden full of flowers, a cat or two. But reality was something else. It always came crushing every ounce of dreams and hopes, leaving behind nothing but ashes.
Arriving to destination, she pulled open the backdoor of a local café and walked to the kitchens, yawning.
"Hey." She saluted, "Thanks for the breakfast, Kisaka."
"Good afternoon Cagalli." Smiled the muscled man who was making a cappuccino, "And happy birthday."
"Yeah, thanks." She yawned and proceeded in sitting on the chair by the wall, right next to the counter.
"You woke up late today." He noted continuing his labor.
She growled, picking a candy from the bowl next to her, "You mean early! I've a nightshift today."
Kisaka nodded, remembering tonight's event, "Oh, right. You're going to Kira's birthday party." He knew how much his blonde protégée hated those parties and events. Moreover Kira had always been a difficult subject to talk about with Cagalli.
"Like always." She responded in an irritated tone, picking a different kind of candy.
The man hummed lightly, then asked, moving to the fridge to get a pie. "So, what're you going to do now?"
"Dunno, that's why I'm here," she smirked, "maybe we could–"
"Is the order ready?" interrupted the brunette waitress as she entered the kitchens, and upon seeing Cagalli she cheered, "Cagalli happy birthday!"
Cagalli uneasily smiled as the young woman walked toward her and pushed her up in a tight hug, "Thanks, Shiho."
Physical contact such as that was very odd to Cagalli, it was not something she was used to, but it felt very comforting and loving.
"My boyfriend called me earlier," said Shiho started, forgetting about the customer's order, "he invited me to go with him to his friend's birthday party, which is tonight, but I turned the offer down. So, since we both have nothing to do, I thought that a little outing together would be much better! It's your birthday you should enjoy yourself!"
Her eyes widened; Cagalli felt uneasy at her friend's sudden proposal because unknown to Shiho, she had an important work tonight, "Um… I…"
"Actually Cagalli had a last minute call; she has to work tonight." Interfered Kisaka, "here is the order, go! The clients are waiting."
She was pulled out of the kitchen, with a plate in her hands, by Kisaka before having the time to properly respond.
Cagalli "That was close." the blonde sighed.
"You should cut off any relation you have Cagalli, you're putting yourself in danger." Kisaka advised, looking at her from the corner of his eyes as he walked back to the counter.
"I know, but it isn't easy to do so when she works at your café, ya' know!" she growled back, "I'm off, see ya."
Kisaka watched the young woman leaving as he sighed, 'I hope you won't get yourself in trouble.' And after few minutes Shiho came back, "Cagalli– Huh? Where did she go?"
"She got an urgent call, so she left. She said 'thank you for the offer and sorry I won't make it. Just go out with your boyfriend; he must be crying 'cause you refused his invitation.'"
Smiling tenderly the brunette murmured, "Cagalli… must be tough to work as private detective."
Scratching the back of her head, Cagalli's mood was now much worse than an hour ago.
She knew her job didn't allow her to have relationships with normal persons, but still, Shiho worked at Kisaka's café, whom was her partner and subordinate.
It was hard to simply do that, because Shiho was the first person to ever acknowledge her as more than a tool. She had acknowledged her as an actual person who could feel, who had the right to live a life of her own. Regardless, Kisaka had a point, as the more she interacted with her the more Shiho was put in danger –and that was the last thing Cagalli wanted.
The fact that Kira was having a party tonight worsened her mood even more.
Knocking on the door, Amagi heard his boss from the other side of the door telling him to get in. He opened the door, entered and stood as a soldier, which he was a few years ago before retiring because of an injury.
The office was spacious, furnished with a large desk well organized; on its left was an old yet very expensive wooden library full of book of all genres and important documents, comfy sofas and a glass rack containing some bottles of fine wine and trophies.
Next to the window, which was behind the desk, were hanged frames of diplomas and certificates.
It was one of Ulen Hibiki's many offices, yet the one where he felt the most comfortable.
"Your guests have arrived, sir. They are waiting in your personal lounge." Amagi declared without looking at the man in the face.
"Good. You can dispose." Ulen responded, holding a paper in his left hand and drumming on the desk with his right index.
Closing the door behind him, Amagi went to continue his labor.
Getting up from his royal chair he classed one last time some papers and left to join his guests.
Upon opening the door of his personal lounge which was one floor below his office, one of his guests exclaimed, quite annoyed,
"You are finally honoring us with your presence, Ulen."
"He was working, Patrick, and you know it is very hard to leave the paper work, even for one minute." Siegel Clyne intervened with a light laugh to ease up the tension a little.
Not bothering to respond, Ulen walked to the bar and took a fancy bottle of Champagne and started pouring for his friends.
Patrick Zala was the CEO of the Zala Shipping Corp. which he inherited from his father. His only family member left was his son, Athrun; his wife died many years ago, just like his parents and he had no other relatives. He was known to be harsh, successful and punctual, his motto was, 'I don't like to wait or make people wait.'
On the other hand, Siegel Clyne was the head of the Clyne Hospital, a private hospital, which was inherited in his family from generation to generation. He also the founder and owner of several orphanages and was known for his kindness and generosity. Just like Patrick his sole family members were his two daughters. The older one was engaged to his son; Lacus was a beautiful fine lady, whom Ulen quite liked.
As for him, Ulen Hibiki was a business man and CEO of the Hibiki Corp. in contrary to his two friends, Ulen built his empire alone. He was an orphan that worked hard to finish his studies and start his own business. In his early years he had been laughed at by other successful men, whom he loathed, because they knew nothing of 'working hard' to achieve their goals, while he started from owning nothing to owning everything. And he was proud of himself.
Those two gentlemen were regarded as his friends and successful businessmen; but his hard fruitful work made him felt much more superior to them. Sitting down on the sofa he looked at his friends, smiled, and raised his glass,
"To this beautiful partnership."
His gesture was welcomed and both men raised their glass, repeating his sentence.
Unknown to the world, those three men were also partners.
"So," started Ulen as he put his glass of the low table next to him and took off his grey tuxedo jacket, "for what urgent matter did you request this meeting, Siegel?" a hint of curiosity and excitement evident on his usual stoic face; Patrick remained silent waiting for the blond man to respond.
"Always going right to the point," smiled Siegel, "you never liked turning around the bush." After sipping his champagne he resumed, "From today onwards, I am quitting our little partnership."
Patrick stilled in his place, whereas Ulen's eyes widened, it took them both a few minutes to process the information which was just given. Anger started to boil within the two men; they tried their best to remain calm and not burst out yelling.
"I believe we agreed from the start that no partner shall quit." Patrick pointed out, his hand firmly gripping the glass.
"What is the meaning of this, Siegel?" asked Ulen, shooting him a threatening glare.
Noticing his partners' anger and restlessness, Siegel started laughing eagerly, much to their annoyance.
"You should ease up a little, both of you," regaining his composure, he continued, "I didn't mean it like that; actually I am leaving the post to my heir. I believe that starting the business from a young age will be beneficent. Of course I will supervise her every step, since she still hasn't finished Med School to take over the hospital yet."
Patrick let out a sigh of relief, but his anger was not completely gone. He had always hated this part of Siegel's personality, and he was pretty sure Ulen felt the same.
"I see," he pushed himself to talk and break the tension, "true that would be very beneficial. Athrun started taking part of the business not long ago, how about you Ulen?"
Ulen, who had kept a solemn silence, smirked after a while, "I think I have an idea."
Patrick pointed out, "Your smirk says it all."
Getting up from his seat, Ulen walked to the large wooden bookcase on his left. He gracefully tugged out a file replete of papers and displayed it in front of his companions.
"How about we let our rightful heirs meet, and discuss our next project?" suggested Ulen.
The three men knew the extent of this suggestion and the potential risks as their successors were still novices in the field, but for some reason they all wanted to see it happen.
"You want them to work together?" Siegel raised a brow, "I must say that it is a good idea."
"True, starting now would strengthen their bond and partnership. But," Patrick eyed Ulen suspiciously, "thinking about it, we never got to know who your heir is, Ulen."
"Athrun and my daughter both know each other, but who is your heir?" asked Siegel, "probably not Kira, right? He doesn't know about this."
"I shall admit it is not Kira," smirked Ulen, "my rightful heir was born doing this business, and is quite skilled. You will get to know who it is tomorrow at their meeting."
"You're not going to say you have a secret child, are you?" Patrick laughed.
"That would be very cliché!" Siegel smiled.
"Who knows," Ulen sipped his champagne and smirked, "who knows?"
The redhead felt that something would definitely go wrong tonight.
Definitely.
Not only she was wearing a very short and tight purple dress that made her three sizes very evident –much to her displeasure –, but Meyrin was also walking down the main road of Heliopolis with her older sister, whom was definitely enjoying men looking at her.
Wearing a short tight black dress, Lunamaria Hawke was feeling like a Hollywood star walking elegantly on her high heels.
Tonight was the long awaited party that Kira Hibiki was hosting for his birthday. He was the son of a well-known tycoon and everyone wanted to attend the party which was held at the Josh-A nightclub.
To be honest, Meyrin Hawke didn't know this Kira, she heard of him and saw his pictures frequently, he was quite famous, but she never talked to him nor met him.
So, how the hell were they going to attend that party? Only rich kids and such had invitations.
"Say, onee-chan, we know no one, how are we going to get in?" she asked trying to stretch down her dress to hide her revealed legs.
"Stop wimping, Meyrin! I told you not to worry about that!" the older sibling reprimanded.
"But why did I have to wear such a dress? You know that don't like it!"
Sighing, Lunamaria stopped and put both hands on her sister's shoulders, "Listen, we've always been the smart spoilt little girls of our parents, our whole life we did nothing but studying to get into prestigious colleges, we've never lived our teen days like others."
Letting go of her she looked at the starry sky, "But now, everything is different! We're not underage anymore; we can do whatever we want! Drinking, partying, everything! And the best part is that we don't live with our parents anymore!"
"But-"
"No buts!" exclaimed Lunamaria putting her index finger on her sister's lips, "live for a bit!"
"O-okay." The redhead muttered.
The sisters resumed walking, and Meyrin started thinking of what her sister just said; true, they had always been playing the role of the perfect daughters to make their parents proud, they never went out with their friends, never partied, never drank, nothing.
In high school, Lunamaria was popular amongst the student, boys and girls; she was beautiful, smart and athletic; had a strong character and resolve; while Meyrin was the dull younger sister, smart and weird.
But now that was going to change, Meyrin decided to change.
She made it to the prestigious PLANT Med School, while her sister was in the Orb School of Architecture, both situated in the Capital Heliopolis. Their parental house was in Panama which was about six hours away from here; evidently, they lived in a rented studio.
"We've arrived!" almost yelled Lunamaria, suppressing the urge to jump of happiness; turning to her sister she declared, "Listen, from now on you do nothing but smile and nod to everything I say, okay?"
The redhead nodded, and stood still with her sister across the street.
The loud music could be heard from the outside of the big nightclub, it was a colorful place shining in that dark night; expensive cars were driven into the parking, many beautiful –no, hot girls and very attractive men were standing in the waiting file, obviously, uninvited people wanting to attend the party– just like them; while some others walked by the file and entered easily to the club upon handing their invitation cards.
Then, the question popped in again in her head: how were they going to get in? But decided to shut up and do exactly what her sister told her to. Both young girls stood there for several minutes, analyzing the scene; it was only when a white Mercedes Benz stopped in front of the club and its driver gave the keys to one of the guards, that Lunamaria blurted, "Now!"
Walking in a hurry to catch up with her sister, she heard the latter call out, "Hey, Dearka!"
The blonde man who just got down of that expensive Mercedes turned around and looked at them approaching him, with a raised brow. To Meyrin's surprise, and the blonde's enjoyment, Lunamaria jumped at him pressing her breasts to his chest, "Hey, it's been a while~"
Meyrin was at loss of words, her sister wasn't talking, she was moaning! Since when did she know such a guy? She never told her about him!
"Hey there little pussies." Dearka smirked, and the younger sibling felt hesitant for a moment, "well, shall we go?"
"Of course!" cried Lunamaria, "come on Meyrin." She winked at her sister.
Putting his hand on her butt, Lunamaria flinched but welcomed the sudden action, making the blonde's grin widen. Meyrin simply tagged along, trying to be as secretive as she could. Said Dearka stated that the two girls were with him, and automatically the doors flew open.
Soon enough, Meyrin was inside the most famous nightclub of Heliopolis. Her eyes settled on the crowd that was dancing on the rhythm of the loud music and forgot all about her sister who disappeared.
She was seeing red, then green, then purple; the colors were changing regularly. The redhead then found herself walking towards the dance floor with the music enchanting her senses. The silver disco ball kept on turning, men were looking at her with lust, she was mixed with the crowd and started moving her body; she was pressed from all parts, she didn't mind it.
She didn't mind at all.
For the first time in years, she felt alive and free.
She grabbed the handsome guy that was dancing next to her and kissed him, she couldn't believe what she just did but just went on with the flow, it felt good, it felt right. She opened her mouth and he deepened the kiss, moaning in the process; it was intense, while still dancing her hand found refuge in his hair, and his were running up and down her back. His lips were soft, yet his kisses were hungry.
It was her first kiss, and it tasted like alcohol. She liked it, she loved the feeling he made her feel.
She was unleashed.
If it wasn't for air, they wouldn't have pulled off.
Breathing heavily, she looked at him sliming shyly; he was a handsome brunette. Smiling back he grabbed her hand and pulled them out of the dancing floor to sit at the bar.
"Two shots of tequila." He ordered; she felt him undressing her with his eyes, he didn't bother introducing himself, and neither did she. She knew what this was all about and how it would end.
But she wasn't going to stop mid-way.
Finally spotting Kira amongst the crowd, Cagalli sighed when she saw him talking to Lacus Clyne; truth to be told, Cagalli did not like the pinkette that much. There were many things about her that could not help but make the blonde irritated, like the fact that she was daddy's perfect little angle, or the fact that she was too clingy for Cagalli's taste. Lacus did obviously did not understand Kira despite loving him deeply; she would call and text him several times during the day, go out frequently on dates –she did not comprehend what personal space meant.
Cagalli rolled her eyes; she couldn't blame Kira for not having an interest in the girl. After all, men were all the same, they wanted challenge, not an easy shot. And that is exactly what he found in his current girlfriend.
Walking to the bar she ordered a Black Velvet and upon receiving her cocktail, the blonde notified her subordinates via her ear hook talkie-walkie to keep an eye on Kira, "If anything suspicious happens notify me, I will be on the rooftop."
Unnoticed by her, she was being watched by a certain bluenette.
Opening the door of the rooftop, she wished that no stupid couple decided to make-out there this time, and her wish was granted. She sat on the edge of the grid and watched the world under her, sipping her drink.
If some was to see her, she would be called crazy. Of course no sane person would sit on the edge; they'd be too afraid to fall. And she wasn't, because she was already in the depths of the gulf.
All her life, Cagalli wondered why things turned out like this; how she came to be like this, she was supposed to be a normal person, a normal little girl. But not everyone was the same; the world doesn't work that way, she inhaled the intoxicating air, balancing her legs in the void like a child, 'Is it okay to be like this, dad?'
But the thoughts died as soon as she remembered the purpose of her existence; she was allowed to live only to do her job. That undeniable fact didn't sound depressing as it did a few years ago; she learned how to deal with her miserable life when she understood that there was no escaping of the terrible Hibiki family.
Speaking about Hibiki, she wondered what Kira the daddy's-little-stupid-heir-kind-of-guy was doing right now. He must've ditched that little miss perfect by now.
"What are you doing there?" a voice called out. Cagalli knew to who belonged that voice, and cursed when she turned her head to meet those captivating eyes of his.
'What the fuck is he doing here?'
"You're deaf, or what?" he mocked, approaching her, never breaking their intense eye contact.
"Who are you?" Cagalli asked, feigning ignorance. She perfectly knew who he was, but he didn't need to know that, right?
"No, who are you?" he corrected.
"I asked first."
"And I want to know first." He narrowed his eyes, putting his hands in his pants pockets. Sighing, the blonde resumed her deed of drinking and gazing at the non-starry beautiful sky.
She muttered, "Just leave, I'm really not in the mood of dealing with your crap, kid."
"What if I don't want to leave?" he asked, ignoring her last comment; he wanted to put this woman in his bed, so he wouldn't want to make her angry, right?
Finishing her drink, she let go of the glass in the void and heard as it shattered in the dark, "simple; I'll leave then." She jumped back and started walking to the door, only to find him in her face.
"Then, I'll stop you." He smirked.
Sighing for the nth time, she asked, annoyed, "What the hell do you want, blueberry kid?"
Vulgar and beautiful; he liked it.
"Just want to know your name." he said in a low sexy tone; making her even more irritated.
"A guest, just like you." She crossed her arms to her chest, clearly understanding the men's scheme.
"I don't think so," he commented, "Kira doesn't know people like you."
Cagalli was starting to get really pissed by the minute, did the idiot have a death wish?
"Plus, a normal girl would never attend a fancy party with no make-up and wearing green military trousers, a red t-shirt and a leather jacket." He added.
'Tch, he is quite observant.' She thought, clicking her tongue, then smirked, "Maybe I am Kira's special guest?"
Laughing lightly, he approached her and touched her hair, "he is my best friend, he tells me everything, and he definitely didn't talk about you."
"He is such an honest friend," not minding his hand playing with a strand of her hair, she closed the distance between their faces and whispered in his ears,
"But, why aren't you honest with him as he is with you?"
Her sudden comment made him flinch; taking a step back, he glared at her.
Smiling triumphantly to herself, she resumed exiting the rooftop, when he asked one more time,
"Who are you?"
Stopping at the door frame she turned her head and looked at his emerald eyes, smirking,
"We will meet again, Zala."
As soon as the bartender brought the drinks, she seized her glass and drank it in one big gulp, much to her partner's surprise. The bitter liquor burned through her throat and stomach, and a sudden dizziness took over her; Meyrin could not help but grimace. It was the first time she had tasted real alcohol, because for her liquor candies –which she stole from her father's study room– did not count as an experience.
After the brunette drank his own glass, he took possession of her hand and resumed guiding her through the club. Meyrin was uncertain of her choice and feelings for a moment, she never thought that she would one day do this kind of thing, the kind of thing that would make her parents disappointed, that would make people give her venomous judging glances hid behind giggles. However, her uneasiness dissolved easily when she noticed that the world was not revolving around; people danced, kissed and drank, the club was full, but no one cared to look at her.
It was some kind of freedom.
The corridors seemed like a maze, colored, lively and sensational; they stopped walking and he slammed her on a door. Her head felt heavy and her stomach seemed to be playing dirty games, but the hot sensation she felt thundering in her whole body when he slid his hand between her tights made her forget about everything –whilst the other hand tried desperately to open the door.
He did not let go of her for a moment and simply pushed the door closed with his foot. Meyrin guessed that the guy was someone rich and important as the room seemed to be a fancy one, but she didn't get to take a good look at her surroundings as he started kissing her roughly.
Without further thoughts or worries, she smacked her body with his and placed her leg between his which made him jerk in pleasure. He then pulled her down on the king-sized bed making her sit comfortably on his knees; his left hand travelled from her waist to her back, unzipping her dress and running his hot fingers up and down. Meyrin grabbed his hair with both hands, moaning between the hungry kisses of her companion. And a high rush of pleasure ran down him when she put her hand on his hardening manhood. He threw her on the bed and roughly tore off her dress –she thought for a moment about her sister nagging later on about the ruined dress, but every single thought she was having was washed away as he cupped and squeezed her bare breasts with his big hands. Unknowingly he had taken off both her bra and his shirt.
Meyrin took a long lingering look at the topless built of the young man –oh, how hot were his six packs!
She let out soft moans as he massaged her breasts while licking and biting her neck, her inexperienced hands traveled his worked torso and back. She was suffocating; the sweet smell of his cologne was hypnotizing. When he finished teasing her pulse with his tongue, he moved down to her breasts, and then to her special place; she was trembling under his command, she held tightly the sheets, she was losing it.
With his mouth he worked on her right breast, with his left hand he worked on her left breast, and with the index of his right hand he teased her womanhood which was covered by her white panties. He drew invisible circles and she felt herself being torn out from the inside, and something ran down from her.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt him taking off her panties; the brunette started by inserting one single finger into her. And she moaned harder. The long, thin finger inside of her teased her with long and slow moves, and when she was about to object the harsh treatment, a sudden brutal second finger tore her. The redheaded young girl cried with hurting pleasure.
His fingers felt cold against her humid walls, and he started thrusting faster, harder, and Meyrin could only let out choked moans.
It felt wonderfully delirium.
"You are soaking wet," He said, voice hoarse, and she then felt a sudden emptiness, realizing that he took out his fingers. The brunette looked at her with hungry eyes as he stopped every movement –much to her dislike – to insert the fingers wet with her fluids inside of her mouth. "I love it."
Meyrin moaned against his finger which had her taste; it was salty and not that tasty, but it was definitely erotic. She licked one last time his finger as he took them out of her mouth. The brunette traveled from her throat to her stomach giving her butterfly kisses, and when he arrived to her entrance, he took out his tongue and licked it lightly from the outside making her shiver.
He ignored his throbbing, hard member and positioned his head between her tights as he lifted her hips. The brunette kissed her external lips, then traced them with his wet tongue. Meyrin choked and unconsciously grabbed his head. He chuckled and breathed against her entrance before sliding in his tongue, and Meyrin rolled down her head.
She knew it would feel good, but not that good; like most hormonal teenagers, Meyrin had watched several porn movies while trying to masturbate, but it never worked and she stopped trying to please herself. Her friends recommended her sextoys, but those things scared her.
A series of in and outs succeeded using both tongue and fingers; a tension started to build up in her by the minute, and it didn't take her long to start feeling a hotness in her toes travelling up to her legs.
She finally exploded in million shreds, releasing her everything in the process.
That was definitely the greatest feeling ever.
Meyrin loosened up all her limbs, closed her eyes and started to adjust her body, feelings and breathing. And when she was calmed down, Meyrin opened her eyes to a smirking topless brunette; the sight was stunningly savorsome.
She pushed herself up kissing him lightly, with open eyes muttering millions of silent promises to him, and slid down her hand to open the zipper making her one night stand companion groan.
Meyrin promised to be extremely wild tonight.
A/N:
Before anything: this fiction's general WARNING:
This fanfiction contains dark themes such as self harm, mental illnesses, rape, physical and emotional abuse, incest, PTSD, attempted suicide, graphic depiction of violence and sexual scenes, drug use, underage drinking, and offensive language. If these themes upset or trigger you, do not read any further.
This is not rated M for no reason.
Hello everyone, thank you for reading the first chapter of If There Be Thorns! This story was in my computer for over a year now, everything was tidily planned, but my busy schedule, other fanfictions (and let's face it, laziness) got the best of me, hahaha. Yet here I am posting the first chapter, the very evening of my exams… being a college student is hard, isn't it? T_T
So, concerning the updates, I cannot give an exact time, but I promise to update as soon as I can.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter; beware, this ride is a hurtful one :3
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