Loss
Disclaimer: do not own any characters - if I did, Flay would be dead earlier.
A/N: a companion piece to 'Catch you, catch me'; a look at the scene of confusion after the battle, told from Miriallia's point of view; thanks to those who read the first story...
Miriallia POV
'Tolle! Kira! Please respond. Tolle!'
I remember it as if it happened two seconds ago instead of few weeks. I tried so hard to raise either Kira's Strike or Tolle's Skygrasper, but neither one of them were replying. I did not know what to think.
Finally we were ordered to pull out. We had our orders, they said, to reach Alaska, and the Archangel could not go searching for them. It fell to Orb.
Somehow, though, I already knew what they will find, as tears clouded my eyes and as white-hot anger clouded my mind. They would find the remains of the Skygrasper, along with those of the Aegis and the Strike.
They will find all three pilots dead.
I wanted the pilot, Tolle's murderer, dead, though I knew it was a wrong wish.
We had the Buster pilot in the Infirmary. I stumbled on him when I went to get some medicine - I was hurting too much. I could not help but notice him, he was... handsome. Tall and lean, tanned face, amethyst eyes, blonde locks of hair...
Now that I think of it, he reminded me of Kira. Especially his eyes. They were beautiful, brilliant amethyst.
Is it with all of their kind? Do all of them, they with beautiful eyes, have that killer instinct? Or are there just two?
He stared at me in contempt, and I blanked out.
He was saying something now, but all I could think of was, that Tolle was dead. And they let his killer live.
Then, the last dam burst.
'Did your Natural boyfriend die or something?'
What did he know. Just what the hell did he know! Stars, I hated him then.
I don't remember how, but I got my hands on a knife... I brought it down, slicing the guy's brow. Then I felt astonishment coming in waves off my friends, as Sai tried to restrain me.
'I... didn't... know...'
What? But that's impossible! It WAS him! HE did it.
'I... didn't kill him.'
He's more certain this time. Then, a click of a gun.
'I'll kill him. He's a dirty Coordinator. He doesn't deserve to live! None of HIS kind do!'
I gaped in astonishment at Flay Allster, as she grasped the gun in her hands so tight her knuckles were white. The gun was loaded, and the redhead was shaking with barely suppressed rage.
I don't know what made me react like I had. I am glad I did it, though.
I pushed Flay away from him. The gun shot went wild, and we both fell. It all was like a silent movie to me, all until we hit the floor and I heard a gun shot. It took me a few moments to realise what happened.
'What's happened here?'
The Lieutenant-Commander Flaga... He'll deal with this, something said in me.
It's all right, Mir...
I collapsed on Flay's chest then, as tears burst forth. I could feel his eyes on me. His beautiful eyes. They were wide with amasement, questioning.
Why did I try to kill him and then saved him?
Of course, I had an answer, which I wasn't going to share with him - I was too numb for talking.
Tolle would not want me to become a killer.
Oh, Tolle... I did not want you to leave me. Why did you do it? Why did you leave me!
Why!