I don't own gundam seed.
The only sound was the rain. It dribbled down the troughs and onto the brick concrete outside a large yellow house. It would have undoubtedly have appeared to be a welcoming home under the sun, but in the dark, it loomed over the street corner as a massive, threatening shadow. If one where to pear though the window however, the house would seem anything but eerie. Shades of olive green adorned the kitchen walls, along with a number of family photos. Attached to the kitchen was a small flight of stairs. The occasional piece of popcorn lay on the carpet steps, like a trail.
At the end of the stairs, there was another room. This one, nonetheless, was occupied. By two teenagers even. Well, one conscious teen anyways. The other lay sprawled across a beige couch. One arm resting under his head, and one leg flung off to the side so it touched the ground. His mouth hung open, admitting a light snore.
The other person sat cross legged on the floor, leaning forward intently. Her hand was curled around a television remote. The volume button was, of course, very tempting to push, but she refrained. If anyone needed sleep it was him.
Slumping forward, Miriallia gasped when another one of her favorite shows began to play. Talk about lucky. Her boyfriend was dead asleep, and she had just watched two and a half hours of old black and white television shows she hadn't seen since she was fourteen. Her parents weren't home tonight and as soon as Dearka had fallen asleep, she had stuffed the remaining popcorn into her mouth.
Life was good.
'Ronald, I love you but…I…'
'I understand Sandra, you-'
The power on the television flicked off when a hand reached over Miriallias' shoulder and pressed the power button.
"How can you watch that stuff," Dearka yawned, rubbing one eye, "It's all boring chick flicks…Ruining my nap." Collapsing back on the couch, he grinned. "You're parents left yet?"
Miriallia leaned back against the sofa, "I'm a girl Dearka, I'm aloud to watch these things and enjoy them, but it'd be a bit weird if people discovered your love for them," she teased.
Dearka sat bolt upright, "I do not! You haven't been telling people I do…have you?" he narrowed his eyes, "Where's the popcorn!"
"I ate the rest," she told him with a mock serious face as she sat down beside him, "all of it…absolutely delicious."
"You pig," he yawned again, putting his arm around her shoulders, "You're parents are gone right?"
"Yep."
"So…"
"What," Miriallia asked, "You want to stay here tonight Dearka?"
He smirked, "Yeah."
"Okay, I'll go get some blankets for the spare bedroom."
Dearka laughed, "Sure, I'll help."
Standing up, the two of them raced up the first set of stairs, and into the kitchen. They came skidding to a stop at the next set of steps. The hall was very narrow. Only enough room for two slender children, or one adult.
Miriallia grinned, "You first Dearka," she giggled and bowed.
The former Buster pilot snorted; "No, I insist, pigs, I mean ladies first," Dearka gave his trademark smirk, and bowed as well.
"Thank you; Sleepy," Miriallia took the steps two at a time, "It's really getting stormy out. I heard some thunder."
"Yeah," Dearka said from behind, not really listening.
Arriving at the closet in the dark hallway, Miriallia pulled open the door and crouched down. Shuffling through a mountain of blankets, she turned around, and burst out laughing. Dearka had thrown a white sheet over himself and was making 'ghost sounds'.
"You like it?" he asked, "I think I look pretty authentic myself."
As soon as he said this, a crack of thunder was heard. Miriallia winced, "I'm surprised the power hasn't gone out yet." With that, a bolt of lightening illuminated the entire house, and all was dark.
"You just had to say it," Dearka smirked.
Rain drizzled down the house, past the windows and on to the ground into a puddle. Neither one of them doubted how muddy it would be in the morning. Almost the whole house was surrounded by large gardens Miriallias' mother slaved over during the hot summer.
By now, the entire neighborhood was dark, not one streetlight remained to guide drivers.
"Dearka?" Miriallias voice reached his ears. She sounded quiet, and a bit uncomfortable.
"Yeah?"
"I can't see anything; it's completely black with the power out."
He turned around to face her. He, of course, could see perfectly with enhanced eye sight. "Don't worry about it," Grabbing her hand, he began to lead her slowly down the stairs.
"We might as well stay down stairs until the power comes back on," He suggested.
Miriallia had to agree. They, or her really, couldn't do much in the dark. With their luck, it would be out until morning. Not fun. Sighing, her optimistic personality looked at the bright side. It was dark, she was with her boyfriend, and her parents weren't home.
Miriallia shook her head; she was starting to sound like Dearka.
Another crack of thunder was heard followed by lightning. For a moment, she saw his blond head in front of her. Then it was black again.
She wouldn't act like a child. The storm didn't scare her. She had been a soldier for god sakes, and had been through ordeals much more frightening. Her hand tightened around his. Because for all she tried, the thought of a monster hiding in the closet, was far more vivid than she was comfortable with.
"How're you doing back there?" Dearka asked. He had felt her grip continually tighten then slacken around his hand.
"I'm fine," she said quickly, as the thunder boomed once more.
"Good, we're in the kitchen now. Just one more flight of stairs, five steps," he counted.
Trying her best not to stumble down the stairs, she felt him pull her over to the couch where they sat down.
More lightning.
She shivered.
Dearka kept his grip on her hand as he put his other arm protectively around her shoulders.
"So…Um, where's everyone else tonight?" Miriallia asked. What a lame attempt at a conversation, she thought.
"Well, I know that Yzak and Shiho went to go see some fireworks on some random hill…Hopefully they're back by now," Dearka said, "Other than that, I don't know."
"Oh…It would've been cold tonight," Miriallia said, worry seeping into her tone.
Dearka grinned. "They'll be fine. You can go to sleep you know, I'm betting the storms almost over."
Crack!
"Or not," he added.
"Kay..." Miriallia felt her face heat up as his arm tightened around her. Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she felt extremely stupid. He could probably see how red she was as well.
"Night…"Dearka said awkwardly.
"Night."
Well, I tried. I'm hoping to continue with this. I think Dearka may have been a bit out of character, but I though he might be like that in the situation. I did my best anyhoo. Let me know!
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