Forgetting to Remember

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Seed or Gundam Seed Destiny

Summary: After an accident, Cagalli loses her memory. How will this experience change her? And more importantly, how will this affect her relationship with the enigma that is Athrun Zala, the only person she remembers?

Chapter 1

Cagalli Yula Attha was not a morning person.

"CAGS! GET UP!"

That was why it took the sound of four textbooks crashing to the floor to get her up.

"What the hell! Okay, okay. I'm up."

Kira, her half-brother, shook his head. She'd never change.

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Golden amber eyes were closed as Cagalli leaned her forehead on the cool metal of her locker. It was quiet; the only reason she liked being at school this early.

Just another day…

"DEARKA!"

The girl jumped, and swung her head around to see what was going on. A tan boy with short blonde hair raced towards her, a platinum blonde hot on his heels. Yzak, the chaser, was gaining on Dearka, and he knew it. So, he reached out, grabbed Cagalli, and proceeded to use her as a shield.

"What the…get off Dearka!"

That was then that she noticed the two people watching them. One, Nicol Amarfi, was a soft-spoken green-haired boy with a natural gift for the piano. The other, Athrun Zala, was easily the most popular boy at school. Blue hair and brilliant green eyes drew many-a-fan girl, and his attitude was one to be envied among the male population.

He was cocky; that's what Cagalli hated about him. He was way too damn cocky. And now, he watched with a small smirk on his face as she struggled to free herself from his two friends. But to her horror, all the commotion resulted in her shirt ripping at the seams, revealing a slim tank top underneath.

"Dearka Elthsman, I'm going to KILL YOU!"

The enraged girl clubbed the boy upside the head. He groaned and rubbed his skull. Yzak had good enough sense to move away. Dearka did too, muttering under his breath about "Stupid Natural women."

Cagalli let out a small scream of frustration. She'd bought that shirt only yesterday. Growling curses, Cagalli pulled the top off over her head. Nicol blushed red and turned away. Yzak raised an eyebrow as Dearka grinned, and Athrun remained impassive.

"What are you guys staring at?" she barked. Three of four bolted; they knew what she could do when really angry.

"Cagalli…"

"Not now, Athrun. I gotta find a sweater or something before the principal throws me out for "indecent exposure."

The girl made angry bunny ears, still madly digging through her locker.

"Cagalli, here."

He put a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, but mostly from surprise; his hand was warm. Athrun held out a hoodie; his hoodie, she realized. It even had his name on the sleeve. The blonde gaped, finally finding her tongue.

"Thanks. I owe you."

He nodded, and she zipped the zipper. It was warm and super-long, falling just before her knees. He grinned.

"Fits you pretty well there."

She made a face at him, inhaling his lingering scent or dewy grass and subtle cologne. Cagalli never knew how do define their odd relationship; Most of the time they were little more than acquaintances, exchanging nods and smiles in the halls, with an odd conversation here and there.

And some days, she would dare to call them friends; talking for an entire class but still managing to get their work done. Of course, the next day things were back to normal; with no acknowledgement of the time spent together. He was cocky and conceited, and she hated that.

But there were those rare instances where he was actually…dare she say it? Nice. Fun to be around. Cagalli made those little moments count for more than his mean streaks, because she knew, someday perhaps, that they would be more frequent. But for now, she had learnt to hold onto them, and hope for the best.

The bell went, and students shot them curious looks as they headed to homeroom together. The girls glared at Cagalli, who either didn't notice, or ignored them. Athrun frowned; he hadn't known she'd get so much attention by wearing his clothes.

Because the Princess of Orb wearing the PLANT's Defence Councillor's son's sweater wasn't unusual at all.

Right?

"Cagalli? Are you…Are you wearing Athrun's sweater?"

Lacus Clyne, daughter of Seigel Clyne, Chairman of the PLANTS, and beautiful songstress, stared at her best friend. Cagalli blinked and looked down at herself.

"Oh…yeah. It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Across the room, Athrun was saying similar things to Kira. The brunette had been, needless to say, a bit freaked at seeing his sister in his best friend's clothes. Cagalli offered a small smile, which he returned after a moment's hesitation. The girl explained the situation to Lacus and Miriallia Haw, or Milly, her other best friend.

"So that's it. I just hope his fangirls don't—"

"OH MY GOD! SHE'S WEARING ATHRUN'S SWEATER!"

Too late. A horde of fangirls, led by one Mia Campbell, converged on poor Athrun, some sobbing hysterically. "Why, Athrun? WHY?"

The boy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Leave me alone."

They heeded his order, choosing instead to attack Cagalli. She glared at them all.

"What? It's not like he and I are married. God."

Mia, who was almost an exact replica of Lacus, hissed "Slut."

The blonde's temper flared. The only reason Mia looked like the songstress was that Lacus had actually been Athrun's fiancée for a brief period of time. Mia was quick to imitate the supposed object of her obsession's affection, but thankfully the engagement, arranged by their fathers, didn't last.

Cagalli stomped over to Athrun, pulled off his hoodie, and handed it to him. He raised an eyebrow.

"So your stupid fangirls will stop hounding me!"

But as soon as the warmth he'd given left her, the Princess shivered. The boy shook his head and handed it back.

"Keep it. Just ignore them."

She frowned. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one they want to murder."

Athrun smiled, just a little, and unzipped the sweater. And, with the entire class watching, he placed it around her slim shoulders. She blushed unwillingly, but smiled her thanks.

"Just give it back at the end of the day."

Her smile grew sneaky. "And if I don't?"

"Then I'll hunt you down in the Justice. That's my favourite hoodie."

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Today was a dislike/hate Athrun day.

Cagalli was very disgruntled. That morning she'd tripped and scraped her knee, right in front of Athrun and his friends. But it was only after they'd left did he offer his hand and a trip to the nurse's office.

Stupid Athrun and his stupid façade

Why couldn't he just pick one personality and stick with it? All the changes were making her head spin. It was lunchtime, and the blonde was on her way to her locker to grab some money for lunch.

But who should she meet on the stairs than the one person she wanted least to see.

"Athrun."

He nodded at her flat greeting. "Listen, I'm sorry about this morning…"

Cagalli shook her head. "Forget about it."

She tried to move past him, but he blocked her path. "It's not that easy."

Her golden eyes burned with fire.

"Oh no? Look, Athrun, I get it. You obviously care a lot about what your friends think. If hanging around with a Natural girl isn't going to put you in their good graces, that's fine with me. Just do me a favor, and let me know when you decide what exactly you intend to do. Then it won't mess with my head so much."

"Cagalli…"

The green-eyed Coordinator opened his mouth to reply, to apologize, but nothing was coming out. The girl shook her head and resumed her walk, only to ram into someone else at the top of the stairs.

Flay Allster, a girl with a bad mean streak and a huge thing for Kira. Too bad he was interested in a certain pink-haired best friend of Cagalli's. Flay glared and shoved her roughly.

"Watch where you're going!"

The force made Cagalli fly back, arms flailing, into Athrun, who managed to catch her. But the momentum sent them both crashing down onto the landing below, her head bashing against his. That was going to hurt tomorrow.

Groaning, the pair untangled themselves. Cagalli rubbed her skull, where she was sure a bruise had already formed.

"You okay?"

Athrun put out a hand and helped her to her feet, but it seemed her knees were unwilling to cooperate. She crumpled to the floor, wincing. He put a hand on her back to support her. His face was blurring, sliding in and out of focus.

"Athrun…I think I'm blacking out."

Cagalli reached out and grabbed his shirt front. He enclosed her trembling hand with his. Right now she didn't care that he was a cocky bastard. He was all she had now.

And his concerned green eyes were the last thing she saw before the dark came rushing to meet her.

0o0o0o0oo

White. That was all Cagalli could see as she opened her eyes. That, and the slumped form of someone curled up in an uncomfortable-looking chair.

"Athrun?"

The blue-haired Coordinator jerked awake, and it struck the girl how much it relieved her to see his emerald eyes focus in on her. She gave him a weak smile, and took a second glance at her surroundings.

"Where are we?"

To her surprise, Athrun moved forward and sat down beside her on the bed.

"Cagalli, we're in the hospital. You've been in a coma for two days."

The blonde's eyes grew round, and she moved away slightly; as if a bigger space between them would help her understand the situation. She opened her mouth, but nothing.

"A-Are you sure?"

He nodded. Suddenly, the hospital room doors burst open, revealing a host of worried people. A boy and girl about her age, with brown and pink hair, respectively. An older man, and an older couple.

"Cagalli, I'm so glad you're alright!"

The woman threw her arms around Cagalli's neck, who felt extremely bewildered. When she was finally released, the girl moved closer to Athrun, who looked at her, concern evident in his eyes.

"Cagalli? What's wrong?"

She grabbed his wrist, her fingers just skimming the ZAFT wristband he always wore there.

"Athrun, this might seem like the weirdest question to you, but I'm dead serious." She lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Who are these people?"

The boy's mouth dropped open, just as the door flew open on its' hinges. Again.

A man, who she could only assume was a doctor, her doctor, brandished a clipboard as he cleared his throat.

"Miss Cagalli, you gave us all quite a scare, hitting your head like that."

She stared blankly at him.

"Not to be rude, but what are you talking about?"

The doctor raised his eyebrows, then nodded thoughtfully. "Ah, yes. This is only to be expected."

What the hell was this guy talking about? The man prattled on to the rest of the adults, as the tow strange teens glanced at her worriedly. Cagalli let her hand move to grab Athrun's, who didn't resist. She knew she'd probably kick herself over it tomorrow.

But she was that afraid.

What was going on?

Author's Note: Yes? No? Maybe? I've had this plot in my head for a few moths now. I figured I may as well give it a go and see what I get.

If anyone likes this, I'll explain everything on a separate note next chapter.

Please review!

Annie