Is It Me?

By: Lilplayer

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Seed/Destiny

Summary: Is it me you see when we are together? Or is it someone else? Lacus has never been so sure, but Kira lets her know that it was never her, it was always her. KiraxLacus

Is it me you see, or someone else?

I can't help but think that every time you hold me in your arms that you are picturing someone else. Someone more bold and vindictive.

I don't say anything though. I don't want to lose you.

I'm afraid that if I confront you or ask questions that you will leave me. I don't want that.

I love you so much that it hurts.

All my life I was told what to do, what to say, think and even who to love.

Athrun and I as children we were told by our parents that we would be married have children and are to be happy, and I believed them.

That is until I met you. I fell in love the first time I gazed into your brilliant violet eyes, untamable brown hair, tan skinned. Any girl won't deny the fact that you were handsome.

Your kind and gentle personality, an added bonus to your good looks and the main reason for my love for you.

However unlike all the fairytales of a beautiful princess meeting her fair prince, we were not allowed to be.

I was the chairman's daughter and you were an enemy soldier to my nation. Not possible.

The hope was still there, at least for me, that we could be together. You were after all a coordinator so why couldn't we have a relationship?

I was to late though. By the time we met again and could properly talk I learned that you gave your heart to another. A fiery woman with blood red hair and ocean colored eyes.

Bitterness, regret, anger, jealousy such strange emotions to me, an idol of peace, but they were there. Buried deep with my very being and pulsing with new life.

After she died in that fiery blaze you were distract. Your fragile heart that suffered so much during the war was torn yet again and this time I don't think the wound fully healed.

You were melancholy and depressed. Despite my greater efforts of encouraging you to talk, it made no difference.

Only when the second war came along did you seem to recuperate my feelings. You were protective and would use your very life as a shield to keep me from harm.

I was never so happy.

True I didn't like the thought of you in danger epically to give your life just for me, but it meant you cared for me, it meant you loved me.

Even now though, as I stand dressed in my beautifully embroidered white gown I still have doubts.

When we talk is it me you are listening to?

When we hug is it me you embrace?

When we kiss is it me you touch?

When we make love is it me you desire?

Or is it someone else. Someone from your past that has such a hold on your very soul that you can't see past her face.

I'm all done up, face painted and hair styled, waiting the moment when we will seal our bond to each other for all time.

The walk down the aisle is long and sorrowful. I am happy but at the same time sad. I don't want to make a mistake and live in a one sided marriage nor do I want your pity for me and what you feel is your responsibility.

We say our vows and the priest tells you to kiss the bride. As you look at me with your warm smile I feel my heart flutter with anticipation.

Just as our are about to meet I murmur.

"Is it me?"

You smile and look me in the eye, my blue meeting your violet.

"Always was."

A/N this story was inspired over a nice hot bowl of chicken noodle soup. My brothers girlfriend (now soon to be sister in-law) was over and she was worried my brother was going to break up with her as he was acting strange in her opinion. Wouldn't you know it, he proposed to her that very same night. So this story popped right into my little brown haired noggin.

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