Disclaimer – Gundam 00 does not belong to me. Also, I'm not a writer by any means.
A young man rose slowly from where he lay; silently and carefully. His half-lidded eyes pierced through the darkness as he slowly swung his legs off the edge. The crimson orbs drifted back to the bed to the man still laying beside him asleep. He sighed aloud then and wrapped the blankets around his naked torso. He was always cold these days, especially when he slept, or tried to. A decent nights sleep was a rare thing for him. That's why that man was in his bed. Someone that those crimson eyes felt nothing for, even loathed because of his stolen face. But in those false features and oh so familiar voice, there was a comfort. A bizarre and twisted comfort; one that the young man craved and hated to no end.
The form beside him shifted and let out a grumble, sleepy eyes flickered up to him. "Go back to sleep Tieria," he said lazily attempting to pull him back down.
"Don't touch me." Tieria snapped, glaring down at the man. "Let go Lyle."
He complied and Tieria stood wordlessly. Teal eyes watched him change into a uniform that was the same hue of purple as his hair. "Why do you do that? Beg me to come here every night and hold you, and yell at me every morning?" Lyle asked so matter-of-factly it made Tieria cringe more than he already was.
His crimson eyes seemed to glow with an unnerving and silent hate as he glared at the imposter.
"What? You know I have no obligation to come here every night, you could stand to be a little more grateful."
"If you don't like it then leave." Tieria snapped back at him.
Lyle sat up and laughed. "And what would you do if I did leave, hmm?" He smirked at the purple clad man. "Go back to constant nightmares about-"
"Shut up Lyle!" Tieria yelled viciously.
Lyle just grinned a trademark grin that knew it was right. One that made Tieria want to remove it all together, but his hand was swiftly caught in the act.
"Tieria, he's never coming back, and I'm getting really sick of you taking that out on me when I try to give you my help." Lyle stared at him, not with anger, but with pity.
Tieria's gaze fell to the ground. What could he say? The imposter was right. The one who wasn't the imposter at all, but completely different, something he prided himself on even. And as much as it hurt Tieria to admit it to himself, Lyle was right.
Tieria looked up meeting his eyes right before he wrenched his arm from Lyle's grasp and stepped back for good measure. Lyle thought he saw his expression soften for just a moment before he turned and headed for the door. He assumed that was as close to a sorry as he would ever get from Tieria. He signed as the door shut and lay back down for just a few more hours of sleep.
