Carnal Desires

Disclaimer: It's simple. I don't own GS/D, Sunrise, or any of the GS/D characters. But the idea of this story is mine.

A/N: This chapter and the second one has been revised, there are few things that have been change. So, please be aware of them. I tried to fit as much possible the original settings. Characters in here are OOC.

Warning(s): Mature subject matter and profanity.

1816, Spring, Marmalade House

The damp wetness on the dark cobble streets after a drought seared an evil presence that lingered on the darken atmosphere in the night sky. The cool chilly air of early spring brought town people stir their warm chimney as night fell. The crispy laughter and affectionate dinner where shared and enjoyed. Everyone had someone else to share their love with—a cozy feeling it was—anyone except…

"Yula?" a tired voice called out from afar.

Snapping up her blond head, Cagalli looked straight to find Lord Za Burrel waking from his long overdue sleep. Closing the open window to her right, Cagalli walked back to the messy large crimson satin bed. "Yes?" She sat on the edge of the bed peering at the tired face of Rey Za Burrel.

"Come," he patted the spot next to him, "lay beside me, sweetheart. I want to feel your warmth."

A smile splayed on her lips, "what ever you wish, my lord," she said playing a curl on his blond hair. As soon as she slipped in on the spot desired for her, the door banged open loudly startling the couple, a young man about 18 winters old with brown locks came in shouting, "Lord Za Burrel! Lord Za Burrel!"

Cagalli slowly turned at the intrusion and glared. The blond man beside her sat up with a frown. "What is it, Tolle?"

"Miss Luna—she came back!" He said in a frantic panic. Tolle flushed immediately at the garments on the blonde beauty beside his master.

Swearing under his breath, Rey quickly pried the sheets off him and stood up, not caring at his nudity, and donned his clothes in a quick manner, Tolle obviously helping him. Cagalli just stared in disinterest at the rushing guys, still sitting on the bed, the sheets resting on her waist. "Rey, come back to bed." She said seductively, looking at the panicking blond, patting on the empty spot that he was once sleeping on.

"Not now, Yula!" He hissed and swore. "Shit, she isn't supposed to come back till the next week!"

Cringing at his master's tone, Tolle patted the dust off the wrinkled jacket. "…Miss Lunamaria…she said she was bored at the country state and wanted to see you."

Swearing another foul word that shouldn't be heard by children, Rey quickly walked to the unreadable blonde who was slipping off the bed, donning on her silk robe. Her slender legs caught his eyes and sparked something nasty inside of him, again. Yula was always someone that could do that, Rey thought, unlike his boring soon-to-be wife.

He pecked her on the cheek casually. "Thanks for tonight, Yula," he said, his tone a bit frustrated. Forgetting that he snapped at her earlier, he bid her goodnight and rushed out of the room without an apology, his flushed from head to toe footboy following behind.

Mutters of curses were heard from the dark streets as Cagalli leaned on the window she closed not a second ago. The room she stood on was now dark and dim. Her eyes cast solemnly as the dim streetlights hit her fair complexion through the closed ghostly window panels. The silk of the window curtains played softly on her cheekbone as she leaned on it, her finger played on the silk.

"Cagalli?" a voice called out. It was a sweet meek voice. It almost sounded like her mothers', but unfortunately it wasn't. It belonged to someone else apparently.

Slowly, Cagalli pried off her eyes from the glassy window and turned around to find, her friend standing on the door entrance, "Hmm?"

"What happen to Lord Za Burrel? Was it Miss Hawke again?" the auburn girl asked.

Nodding at the obvious, Cagalli spoke coldly putting a mask on, "that bastard had to go back to his hell hole. His little soon-to-be-wife is in town, again."

Sighing at her friend's usual cold tone, Miriallia lid the candle on the table with a match that she found nearby on a small box beside the cigarettes. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, touching the blonde's arm. She sensed something was wrong with her again. "Mrs. Gladys is asking for you."

Miriallia or as Cagalli called for short, Miri, was the only friend she found in the confinement of this house. Sadly to tell the truth this was a brothel, a house of girls who sell their bodies for food and life. Damned their lives must be as Cagalli slaved herself unknowingly to this. She was a child back then. She childish and naïve, spoil and rotten. Now that's where this has brought her. Cold loneliness nights dreaming of her past life.

Miri was the only one who called her by her real name, to the other roommates or even the mistress of the house; nobody had a clue who Cagalli Yula Atha was, to her current knowledge. Cagalli was, in fact, the daughter of the wealthy man whose company crashed miserably by the unwatched gamble of his investors. Life turned to the worst when that happened. Her mom died so after when a tumor struck her head; doctors unknowingly bled her to death saying it was the only solution which later years said there were other formats. Oh, her poor mother. Soon after her father threw her out of the house, for the sake of everything bad that happen to him, he blamed everything on her by binge drinking and gambling everything that he had left. Not a drop of food was fed to his poor daughter Cagalli; he let her fend for herself in the streets at the age of 16. And not a drop of knowledge in her from her spoiled life.

Nowhere to go, Cagalli, for two rainy days slept on the steps of the house she was raised in. Her dear father didn't even care if she was out there or not. On the third day that Cagalli stayed, that very same day at noon when the sun was high, her dad was evicted from the house. Feeling the disgrace of losing everything he had, even his poor sweet daughter, he shot himself on the head with the bullets that he bought with the last pennies. Cagalli was there, behind the bushes. With wide eyes, she witnessed her daddy die.

"I'm okay, Miri," Cagalli turned to her friend, "I'll see her in a minute, I need to wash a bit."

Miriallia cocked an eyebrow. "Do you have to really? Lord Za Burrel doesn't have a disease on him or anything."

Replicating the same look on Miri's face, Cagalli voiced out as she walked to the small washstand. "How do you know? That man could be reeking of other harlot's leftovers. And besides, when he came, he reeked of alcohol."

Sighing once again, Miri stared at her friend as she began to wash herself. The auburn hair friend walked to the door and spoke softly before she left and closed the door behind, "Cagalli, hurry up when you're finished okay? You know Mrs. Gladys isn't very patient. And if you have something that's bothering you, you can always tell me. I'm here for you, girl."

No reply came.

"…I'll see you later then."

Walking down the long stairs that led to the floor ground where the dinning, the kitchen, and the drawing room area were, Cagalli heard voices near the front door, one was the bawd of the place and the other was unfamiliar male voice. The owner of that voice had a nice rich musky soothing tone. Cagalli couldn't place who it was but was somewhat intrigued to find out.

"Inspector Zala, I'm telling you again, Lord Le Creuset did not have any association with my girls beyond my standards."

"Madam Gladys, I understand perfectly that you are trying to protect your…girls, but I'm repeating once again, let me reanalyze your place to ensure the quality of your safety and for all your girls, in case the murderer comes back."

She said a bit hesitantly hearing the word 'murder'. "But your assistant Asuka just checked and examined everything that was here. Now why would you want to again?"

Letting out a frustrating sigh, Athrun knew that, Shinn Asuka, his assistant didn't do what was told to do, as he remembered Shinn coming back to the office all stoned and couldn't remember anything he just done that afternoon; he smelled highly of woman's perfume. Athrun began to speak again but was soon interrupted by a cold soft voice. Stunningly it belonged to a woman. "Ma'am—"

"Mrs. Gladys, let him." A beautiful blonde said in a calm icy tone from the middle of the stairs. She ascended slowly, her somber ocher eyes meeting the man's crystal clear emeralds.

For a long second, Athrun stared in amazement at the blonde in front of him. She was like a golden angel sent from heavens. He frowned inwardly. Sadly, she was one of them as he gazed at the décolleté décolletage. She had curves that every man would love and every woman would envy. Just the right proportions, but—

The voice of the annoying bawd made his reverie halt. "Oh, Yula, finally you came down. What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry, madam Gladys." Cagalli bowed slightly. "I'd to take care of some manners of my own." She explained, her gaze still lingering on the man behind her superior. Something was captivating about his eyes that made her envy them. The warmth in them; it was something she didn't have. It made her ache unpleasantly inside.

"I see." Talia Gladys nodded. She turned to the man behind her and back to Cagalli. "Inspector Zala meet one of my brightest, and the one that I adore the most among my girls: Yula."

"Yula, this is the well known Inspector Zala."

"Please to make your acquaintance, Inspector Zala." Cagalli greeted coolly placing her hand out.

"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Yula." Athrun saluted back like a gentleman by placing a kiss on the back of her palm. An intake of air stuck in her throat, as she couldn't speak. She felt something stir deep inside of her cold heart. She couldn't pitch what. But it petrified her. Flashes of heart-warming and affectionate images of the long-ago flashed through her solemn eyes. In a sudden panic Cagalli ripped her hand from his hold with a shriek, her heart thundering madly in fright.

"Yula!" Gasped the madam at the sudden rudeness.

Feeling his stun gaze still on hers, Cagalli bowed apologetically and turned back to the stairs in a quick pace. "I'm sorry. Please excuse me. I'm not feeling well."

She wanted to cry. She didn't know why.

"…"

"I'm sorry, Inspector Zala. Yula is never like this. Please forgive her rudeness." The madam sighed.

"That's all right."

Mrs. Gladys said in a below whisper voice, mostly to herself. "I guess I've been working…Cagalli too hard."

"…Cagalli?" The unusual name caught Athrun's sharp ear, he turned to the madam in a probing look. "…Is she talking about—"

The last lingering gazes on the corridor were on the rushing blonde going up the narrow stairs; Athrun in-thought turned around and follow Mrs. Gladys.

Talia Gladys hesitated for a second but said, "This way please," as she leaded him to one of the doors leading to one of the drawing-rooms. It was located far down the corridor on the last door.

The room was an antique with calming coloring colors. The walls were pale canary yellow and had white silver lining silk curtains hanged on the windows. There were two old red divans with golden outlines placed on the center of the room facing a little yet modest historic mahogany coffee table. The fireplace in front of the furnishing looked like it was just brand new. Not a pinch of dust was left in the fireplace. The logs were carefully picked and placed under, where the matches were nowhere near sight. Guess the fireplace was an ornament or so, Athrun thought as he stepped in.

"…" Cagalli looked back before reaching the top step and frowned.

"What happen, Cagalli?" Her auburn haired friend asked curiously.

"Nothing." A plain reply came as she dodged her eyes.

"Did that man downstairs do something to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Cagalli opened her room door to find a tray of food on the end table. She quickly turned to Miriallia. "What's this?"

"Food, silly." Miriallia giggled and took Cagalli's arm and pulled her gently onto the little bench in front of the table. She closed the door behind her. "I haven't seen you eat well this past days, so I thought I would bring you something nice from the kitchen. I made it myself."

A small smile appeared on the blonde's face. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"For caring enough about me like I'm your sister."

Smiling right back, Miri shook head with laughter. "Well, if you finish eating what I brought I might consider."

"Really?" She pushed on.

They shared a laugh and a small chat about the man downstairs before Miriallia was called for. She had a costumer to attend to. And for once, Cagalli was told to take the night off. It really startled her. Mrs. Gladys never lets anyone take a night off…

Had she done something wrong? Cagalli wondered as she bit her lips.

The reoccurrence of the image of that man flashed through her mind. The short dark-blue hair, those green insolent eyes, and that piercing stare, made her think that he was actually… Handsome? The word stuck on her mind as Miri described the man who captured her unwanted divine attention. Cagalli tsked and pushed away the thought, continuing her short meal.

A small frown appeared on her features. She had a long quite night waiting for her.

And she had no one to share it with.

Holding the empty tray with her hands, Cagalli slowly descended the stairs but halted at the reach of the bottom step. Her eyes widen in shock as her eyes aligned with his, once again. He stood up from the antique divan in the open drawing room and walked towards her.

Cagalli could see that he was prying himself off of some of her 'roommates'—the more sleazy ones, of course. Guess they're having their break by the look on their free time attaching to anything that was male. She frowned, turned around without a word and walked to the kitchen next door. Before she entered, he called out to her in a calm voice, "Miss Yula—"

Stopping before the kitchen door, Cagalli spoke without turning around, "I'm kind of busy right now, Inspector Zala, if you don't mind, you can ask one of the other girls to attend your further services." She saw from the corner of her eye that he arched a questionable brow. She entered before he could further question her. She knew that he wouldn't dare to come in to the kitchen because it was restricted for customers.

And if he only knew that…

End of Chapter 1.

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By: Daisukiasu'n'caga