Many years have passed since the events of the Second Bloody Valentine. Yamato Kira, as a vow to put aside all aspects of war, has pledged himself never to climb into the cockpit of a mobile suit, unless of course to prevent another such catastrophe. Joined by Cline Lacus, Kira enjoys a life of peace and happiness as the adopted father of a number of orphans. His mother has welcomed into her extended family the new grandchildren, and dreams of the day that Kira and Lacus will present her with their own child. Still in frequent contact with Yula Athah Cagalli and Asuka Shinn, and his new in-law Zala Athrun, Kira's life has finally come full circle…that is, until a new dark force threatens the Earth, not from the planets, but from within.
Chapter 1: A new life in Northern New Jersey
Kira makes a break for the door with a cold sweat that is running down his face. Please get me out this door before….
"KIRA! Don't you dare leave me here without any help! Where do you think you're going!" I can't believe that I once adored her voice! "I'm right here, Lacus! What is it dear?" Kira was obviously dreading this confrontation. Lacus came out of the kitchen. She had obviously gained some pounds since the war, as she was now tipping the scale at 250 lbs!
"Lacus, dear, please don't dress in those flowing outfits anymore. You're not as…." Kira gulped as he realized what he was about to say.
"Not as what? Not as thin? Not as attractive? Well not all of us can look so stunning with all of these orphans! With you always crying over everyone that died so many years ago, one of us has to pay the bills! And since my voice disappeared after I had my facelift, eating is the only thing I have left! Don't you dare start to cry on me!" Behind her wobbled an old, dented Haro with a rather sad sound in its voice.
"Haaaaaarah." It can't even say 'Haro' anymore! That's Athrun's work for ya! Birdie totally went psycho and came down with robotic bird flu, and look at him now! Two robotic legs hung out of the mouth of a teething toddler.
"Fine, leave if you want! I don't care! I only stole a Gundam for you! You know, I once commanded a whole fleet!" Kira rolled his eyes. It looks like you ate it afterwards! Running out the door, Kira slammed it behind him and jumped into his new hummer, which was painted black with flaming neon letters stenciled on the hood, spelling "Freedom!" along with a few skulls on the doors. Revving the engine, he made sure that his choker was on nice and neat and slammed on the gas. Hanging from around the rear-view mirror was a picture of Athrun and Kira, posing for a camera. Suddenly Kira found himself fondly recalling the time that Athrun gave him Birdie. Then he realized that a Volkswagen was cutting him off.
Across town, Athrun was in his backyard, grilling some burgers and ribs, dressed in a stained wife-beater and drinking some beer. He wore a faded apron that proudly displayed the sentence "Kiss the Coordinator." Suddenly, Athrun turned behind him and saw his neighbor in the yard next-door, yelling at him from across the fence.
"Yo, little Chiquita! Why donchoo put on a tee shirt or something? You look muy stupido with no muscles of your own!" Athrun fumed a little.
"Sir, if you'll kindly stop taunting me, I'd be happy to tell you that I was once a member of Zaft!" The man, whose name was Jorge, seemed little impressed.
"Dude! Seriously, you look worse than la chupacabra! You need a mad tan too, hombre! Put down that cerveza and come talk to me like a real hombre, no?" Athrun stayed where he was.
"Again, you really don't want to mess with me. I used to pilot a mobile suit!" Jorge reacted with little amusement. Now Jorge was a big man of proud Latino descent. Dangling from his neck was a gold chain with a New York Yankees symbol attached to it, and on his back was tattooed a huge picture of Our Lady of Guadalupe. In the background, you saw two little Puerto Rican children running around with the mother blasting Jennifer Lopez.
"José! Carlos! Come here and tell this guy what a real man is like!" Both boys immediately came over and mooned our Zaft hero. At this, Athrun became instantly angry, and suddenly went into seed-mode. The big problem here is that, without a mobile suit, this is rather useless.
"Eh Chiquita! What is that look in your ojos? José, Carlos, you stay away from the man in the pink apron, ok?" And with that, the argument was over…for la familia Rodriguez. Athrun stood there huffing louder.
"THIS ISN'T OVER! I bet your kids can't play the piano like Nicol! HE WAS ONLY 15! AND MY APRON IS NOT PINK! I'M BASED OFF OF CHAR AZNABLE!" To this, Jorge yelled back, "And Char was a metro too, no?"