You are handsome

You are tall

You are strong

You are smart

You are rich

You are powerful

Your name is Athrun

And you are perfect….

He woke up with this thought in his head, everyone told him this. He would get up, rub his pained eyes, run his hands through his hair and remember this. He would brush his teeth, wash his face, get a quick rinse in the shower and remember this.

You are charming, Athrun

His maids would show him a variety of clothes, and he would choose them carefully. Then they would leave with slight blushes on their cheeks. He would dress himself. Brush his night, blue hair. Then stare at himself in his mirror.

"You are perfect"

Then silently he would push his sleeping pills into the dark corner of his desk.

You have the biggest fan club of the Zaft continent.

After a quick and silent breakfast in the humongous and cold hall. He would grab his briefcase then walk quickly into his fathers' office for the agenda of today. As in the afternoon he would meet with his fiancé, the ever so growing popular, Lacus Clyne.

You have the most beautiful, most talented fiancé…

After the few short, emotionless words, he would continue down the many more huge and cold halls. He would get into his limousine and answer the chauffeur his question of whether he felt like coffee or not.

Your father is the most powerful man on Zaft

Sometimes he would even put his window down and wave to the screaming girls and eternal flashes of cameras. Then he would arrive at Luther's Arch Wood Academy for boys. A highly prestigious all boys school of course, as if the name, the look and the size couldn't be a big enough clue. Then he would remember all those sayings. He would walk into school with a smile on his face.

You are the most powerful heir on Zaft

Athrun never had these things out of his head, simply because everyone kept saying those things that he could never block them out.

Athrun Zala you are perfect

Oh yes, his life was perfect, though he never used to think this. It was just that… everyone said it was and everyone always said that he was perfect. So why should he question what everyone else said. Everyone said it so much it HAD to be true right? After all, being perfect, and having a perfect life shouldn't even be questionable.

Athrun smiles

Athrun talks politely

Athrun tells jokes

Everyone smiles back, everyone thanks him, and everyone laughs. .

Athrun has never laughed.

His limo stops, and he waits a few seconds for the door to be opened. He walks out with a serious expression, but no sooner then when the light hits him the smile comes back. The small, yet utterly charming smile is back. Just like every other day… with the same feeling in his chest…. Every single day.

But he is perfect, that is all that matters.

Else where

"Athrun Zala, you are so perfect beyond measure…."

MY ASS!

A beer bottle tilts upward toward a thirsty mouth, bolting down a swig of the fluid.

You make me sick….

A figure snarled loudly while peering into large binoculars. He was a rather small fellow, clad in a brown pea coat with black leather gloves and simple, dirty jeans with the touch of black boots. His eyes and face were unseen by the big brown pageboy hat that covered most of his head, though golden mane of hair fell out, just barely touching his shoulders. All that was seen that wasn't covered by the hat was two pink lips curved into a malicious smirk... and a safety pin sticking out of the right corner of his mouth.

"Jesus, he even looks like a freaking girl, " Another figure behind him stated. Unlike the small fellow, he was tall, and tan, also with blonde hair, but his was much shorter and combed back. His violet eyes held much mockery and disbelief, even after all the stories of him, the interviews, his files, and everything else…this guy was the biggest goody two shoes AND the girliest guy he had EVER seen.

"Hard to believe he has the biggest fan club in all of Zaft country" he said aloud to the smaller fellow, who just snorted. "I mean, C'MON he already HAS a complete HOTTIE, not to mention, CELEBRITY for his FIANCE! How much more GREEDY can a guy GET?" the tan boy ran his hand through his thick blonde hair, frustrated. The smaller one took a violent swig from the beer bottle, then clenched his small fists, and gritted,

"EVERY single ONE of those girls are complete IMBECILES, a complete insult to my- their gender…. I mean, this is basically them-"

Then began to wave his arms around, flapping his hands like a very stereotypical ditz.

"Oh, Becky, puuulleeezzzeee help me with this I LUV YOU, ATHRUN posstarr, I don't like, wanna break a nail ya know? So like, maybe even out of all the several thousand gurls he can, like, see ME!" His voice was extremely high-pitched as he hopped onto one foot giving him a desperate look.

"of COURSE, Miranda" he pitched in, not even trying to resist the urge to mock the grand Prince and all of his stupid followers. "and while we're at it can you, like, check our "ATHRUN IS HAWWWTT" tee-shirts? " He skipped over merrily, as he waved his hand and giggled sillyly in his new Mickey Mouse type voice.

"but, like BECKY! You like, ONLY, like know that the " ATHRUN IS GANGSTA" shirts are like, TOTALLY IN!"

"oh myyy GOSSHH I LIKE, TOTALLY FORGOT! "

"you…totally…forgot? Like, THE FASHION POLICE ARE LIKE, GONNA, LIKE. TOTALLY ARREST YOU! FOR THE FUCKING NAMESAKE OF, LIKE, THE GOD ATHRUN!"

"oh my GAWD! I INSULTED THE GOD ATHRUN! I deserve, WORSE THAN DEATH!"

" We must, like, BURN ALL YOUR COSMOGIRLZ MAGAZINES as a total SACRIFICE FOR THE GOD ATHRUN!"

"NOOOO, LIKE, DON'T BURN THE BIBLES! LIKE, ANYTHING BUT THAT! PORRQUEEEE? FORRGIVVEEE MEEE ATTHRRUUNNN!"

"Like, totally wait a second, like, oh my freaking gawd, it's ATHRUN ZALA! "

"like oh my god, Athrun, you fucking rock, oh please oh, please, let me suck your co-

ZZZZZ " it's almost time, are you idiots fucking ready or not?" a grumpy voice broke through the small ones walkie-talkie. Both snapped out of it, as the smaller one quickly responded.

"well, are you in place, loser?"

"let's see, our plan was to call you when I was in place, but since I'm not, I just wanted to call to see how you were doing" The voice was heavily laden with sarcasm, almost suffocating the small fellow, who simply rolled his eyes.

"well it's good to see you're chipper today"

"I need to speak to Dearka"

"and why the hell is that?"

"DEARKA! YOU BETTER FUCKING HEAR ME!" the voice yelled through the small speaker nearly breaking the eardrums of the smaller one. The tall, tan one slightly sweat dropped at his friends' grumpiness. "IS YULA DRINKING OR WHAT?" Dearka looked to see the smaller fellow waving around a bottle of Sapporo bear around in agitation.

"Yeah, why?"

" GOD DAMMIT! HE HAD A WHOLE BOTTLE OF VODKA LAST NIGHT! AND A BOTTLE OF BEER THIS MORNING! THAT FUCKING DRUNK IS GOING TO FUCK THIS PLAN UP! He shouted even louder, the small speaker stretching outwards as if to extend his vocal anger. Even though clearly drunk (as usual), the small fellow was quick to react back in his own anger.

"SHUT UP! IT'S NOT AGAINST THE DAMN LAW! I CAN DRINK FUCKING BEER IF I LIKE! I'VE NEVER FUCKED UP A PLAN BEFORE IN MY LIFE! SO YOU BETTER SHUT UP BEFORE I MESS UP YOUR ALREADY MESSED UP FACE YOU MOTHA-"

BRINNNGGGGG

Their arguing immediately ended, even from the far away hill that Yula was on, he could still hear the warning bell that the school was to start in ten minutes. He blinked before turning to Dearka. "You ready Dearka?" The tan boy was already running down the hill, looking back with a confidence on his face.

"Absolutely! Ready to bring this one down?"

"Yes, I am." Even though his words were slurred, he grinned nastily, the safety pin sticking out of his mouth as he took another swig of beer before responding back into the walkie-talkie. "Sorry about that outburst, now you all set Zackary?"

"for the last FUCKING time, it's Yzak, not Zachary, but Yzak, YZAK!" the person's voice bellowed.

"Whatever Bobby Joe." And Yula quickly turned off the walkie-Talkie.

With that, Yula turned the walkie-talkie off, He stayed silent for a moment, his smirk turned into an insane grin I want to break him…. And with that thought his mouth burst open into maniacal laughter as he tossed the beer bottle high into the air, letting the remaining contents splay out and fly, going directly against the early sun.

"Let the fun begin"

yes, so this is the prologue

doesn't make sense? Well too bad, it's not supposed to. Why are the characters the way they are? You'll see why in the next chapters. In short, the prologue was testing your mind to see if you could get was going on. Mean? Stupid? Yes, and again

Too bad.

And just WHO is Yula? Well it's actually really easy… and will probably be even easier in the next chapter.. Oh yeah please give me a break, I haven't written in a while and school's starting. I like this idea so don't shoot me down TOO hard.

Please review, and I hope you had fun reading this. Remember the more you review, the sooner I'll probably update.

Preview for chapter one: Athrun's perfect life is well shattered…. Or run over, either way works fine.

Over and out

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