Disclaimer: Do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny. If I did Athrun would be literally handcuffed to Cagalli. Anyway, be warned full of angst and drama.
Set after five years after GSD. Please review.
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He shifted his weight as he waited for the door to open. Once he heard the door creaked open, he sighed.
In his 23 years of life, Kira Yamato has gone through a lot, perhaps more than a 40 year-old would. He shook his head, a familiar lump forming in his throat.
"Kira!" The red head exclaimed shaking him from his thoughts.
"Hey, Meyrin." He replied, giving her a small smile. "Is Athrun home?"
The young woman nodded and stepped aside to let him in. "He's in the kitchen." He quietly thanked her and shifted his eyes to his surroundings.
He saw it to be as he has last seen it and glanced back to the woman beside him, quietly wondering how she will be affected by the news he was about to pass on.
In all honesty, the few times he had visited Athrun, Kira never got past being mere acquaintances with Meyrin. He had always felt awkward at the situation at hand.
Upon observing the impasse between his sister and his best friend, he knew never to bring up the topic between either two—unsure of their reactions.
And so, he never questioned Athrun about the nature of his relationship with Meyrin.
"Kira!" Athrun grinned, as he engulfed him in a hug. "What a nice surprise! What brings you here? You should have called. I could have picked you up."
Kira shifted his weight and gave him an uneasy smile.
"Don't worry about it."
Athrun's wide grin slowly crumbled, as he took note of his friend's uneasiness. He had a sinking feeling inside; there was something terribly wrong.
He watched his friend's haggard form politely declining Meyrin's offer for drinks.
"Is everything alright, Kira?"
Kira's eyes fleeted from his face to Meyrin's, looking uncertain. "I need to talk to you Athrun."
Meyrin watched the exchange at the corner of her eye, before she quickly faced them with a half-hearted smile. "Well, boys, if you need anything. I will be in the other room."
Kira's eyes quietly followed Meyrin as she left the room, before turning his attention back to Athrun, who eyed him worriedly.
"What is it? Is it Lacus? Is she ok?" Kira shook his head; eyes were beginning to fill again with tears—tears he had been trying to keep at bay.
Athrun felt his breath hitched, his heart hoping against all hope. Because if there was another person that Kira cared about a lot, it was her. He leaned against the counter for support.
"Athrun," Kira whispered hoarsely. "It's Cagalli…she's dying…"
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