a/n: Hey fellow Gundam Seed/Destiny fans! For all of you out there taking the time to read this i greatly appreciate it and hope not to disappoint. I will warn you it starts out slow but will pick up once all the characters are in. Have fun reading!

disclaimer: I don't own Gundam seed/Destiny. Only my OCs and the plot belong to me.

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Introduction

16-year-old Kira Yamato's life was seemingly perfect. He attended the best school in the country of PLANT, Archangel Academy. He was a straight A student, top of all his classes. He was attractive, with messy brown hair and clear amethyst eyes. He was in good physical condition and had very handsome features. He and his friends were the most popular boys in school and had all the girls drooling over them. His popularity was second only to Athrun Zala, his best friend since grade school. Kira Yamato even had his own fan club.

He was in love with Lacus Clyne, one of the most beautiful girls in school. Graceful, kind, smart, loving, beautiful…in his eyes Lacus was perfect in every way. They had never kissed, or even been on a date together, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. Anyone who knew them could tell that Lacus loved him too. The reason he had never asked her out was a mystery to all of them.

But like everyone in this school for the rich and famous, he had his secrets………

And this is where this story begins.

Chapter 1-

Kira half listened as Mr. La Flaga, his history teacher droned on about World War 3. He jotted down note after note, while at the same time staring at the girl who sat in front of him, Her long pink hair pulled back into a high pony tail. She was the daughter of Seigle Clyne a famous politician, and a budding pop star herself. A faint smile crossed his lips as he heard her humming one of the songs she was working on, with the help of their friend Nicol Amalfi.

"…And so with the introduction of nuclear warheads, the so-called 'War on Terrorism' escalated into a full-out world war…"

He saw Lacus's arm twist backwards to slip a not onto his desk. He snatched it up before Mr.La Flaga could see it and slowly slipped it onto his lap. Unfolding he started reading the graceful, cursive writing…

Kira,

Athrun wanted me to ask you if you are up to clubbing tonight…

Stealing a glance at his best friend a row away Kira saw Athrun watching him out of the corner of his eye, he rolled his eyes in response….

Are the others coming? He wrote below her message then pressed it into her waiting palm.

She quickly wrote a response and passed it back…

Yep! So you're coming then?

He sighed, then he had an idea Sure, only if you dance with me.

She couldn't repress a giggle as she read that. Mr. La Flaga looked up from his lecture and raised an eyebrow at her, "I never new war was that funny to you Ms. Clyne."

She blushed a bright red that even seemed to creep up the back of her neck. Kira coughed, trying to suppress his laughter.

She handed it back after Mr. La Flaga had gone back to his lecture. I'd like that.

He smiled, smothering a slight blush, What time do you want me to pick you up?

I'm going with Athrun, we'll meet you at the Rouge at 9:00 ok?

Kira sighed, disappointed that he wouldn't get the time alone with her, Okay.

As he went to pass it back to her a hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched it up. Kira was filled with dread as he slowly looked up to see Mr. La Flaga smiling down at him, and evil gleam in his eye.

"Now Mr. Yamato, you know the rules, no notes in class." He smiled an evil grin, "Planning on going clubbing eh?"

Kira groaned as he saw 30 pairs of eyes flash to Mr. La Flaga and 30 pairs of hands grab pen and paper.

"Meet you at the Rouge at 9:00…sounds like fun kid." Mr. La Flaga winked and listened to the sound of 30 pen scrawling down the details. Kira sweat dropped and gave him a you-are-so-evil look. Mwu knew what he was doing. The Rouge was up for a busy night.

The tolling of the bell sounded the end of the day and after Mr. La Flaga handed out the homework Kira left class with Athrun and Lacus at his side.

"This is going to be a long night…" Athrun sighed, knowing that both their fan clubs were bound to be present.

"Do you still want to go?" Lacus asked, she knew that she too would have some followers.

"Of coarse they do" A masculine voice answered for them.

They turned around to see the handsome, tan face of Dearka, his Amethyst eyes sparkling mischievously, with Yzak hot on his tail. Unlike Kira and Athrun Dearka took pride in his fan club and would no doubt have fun at the dance. Dearka's mother was a Singer who had married an actor, they sent hom to A.A. to help bring him more 'down to earth'...fat chance.

Yzak on the other hand was pouting. Shiho had no doubt used her puppy-dog-eyes on him to rope him into coming. The way his icy blue eyes were filled with self-pity and the slight red tinge on his otherwise pale features seemed to confirm that guess. Yzak hated dancing. His mother worked for Mr. Clyne as a successful campaign manager, little was known about his dad.

"Yes maybe we shouldn't go." Yzak stated, unable to keep the slight hope out of his voice.

That did it, they were going. After all, how could they pass up a chance to torture Yzak?

"9:00 then?" Lacus chirped in her singsong voice, oblivious to the boys evil grins.

"Sounds good." Athrun nodded, grinning slightly at Yzak's death glare.

"I. HATE. YOU. SO. MUCH" Yzak growled between clenched teeth and stomped off.

Kira sweat dropped (anime style) while Dearka sniggered. Lacus just looked on, confused.

"I'm going to head home. I have a busy weekend ahead, might as well get my homework out of the way..." Kira announced, "Want a ride Lacus?"

"That would be great Kira, father said that he would be home early today, I would like to be there to greet him." Lacus, the ever vigilante daughter, responded with a smile.

"You're both nerds" Dearka sneered, before turning and walking off with a bounce in his step, no doubt going to find his favourite classmate, Miriallia Haww.

Lacus giggled before turning to follow Kira out to his car-a red mustang convertible-leaving only Athrun and Yzak. They stared at each other for a minute then, Yzak seemed to remember he was mad and he too stormed off to his car.

"Going to cry to his mommy?"

Athrun spun around to see none other than Dearka.

"That was quick." Athrun remarked with a smirk. It was only then he noticed the bright red mark on Dearka's cheek.

"Dearka is that…" Athrun asked, he could almost make out the hand mark…

Dearka frowned, "She's in a bad mood ok? I know she digs me." He replied defensively.

Athrun just laughed, "Sure."

a/n: Ya i know, short chapter. They will get longer. I promise. I just hate starting stories...once i get into it the quality will improve...I'm sorry for any OOCness but its hard when you see them all during a war, and then try to write a story of them as normal people.

Please Read And Review! I'm a novist writier and can use all the help I can get!

next time: A night at the Rouge, Some KXL fluff and Fllay controversy.

(This is a GSD fic, therefore more charecters will come! and not to worry AXC fans she's coming!)