Eh, this fic came to me during the hours when I try to sleep, and I just had to transfer the idea onto my laptop. I have so many ideas just waiting to be tumbled onto writing for this thing. An idea that I wanted to use for my other ficclet just screams to be used in this one. Hopefully I can get to that point before someone else claims it.

I plan to use casts from both SEED and DESTINY, although nothing is positive at this point.

Chapter rated T

DISCLAIMER: I do own nothing, Gundam SEED/DESTINY belong to Bandai and whoever owns it.

Prologue: Escape

The Masters are yelling, voices raised in drunken stupor as shrieking curses are thrown at each other occasionally accompanied by frustrated objects. The ceilings vibrate and a loud thud is heard. Several footsteps later, the red-hair Master is in her face, baring her teeth and smiling with malice. "You're his favorite, aren't you? Let's see what he'll do when his favorite toy isn't here anymore. Interesting fun won't it, my love." Masters snarls the last part with alcoholic acid into her face as she roughly grabs blonde hair and forcefully drags her through the front door and throws her head first into the convertible.

Cagalli does not scream.

"Fearless aren't you? Well, we'll see about that." Master revs the engine to life and screeches the car down the driveway and onto the road, leaving only skid marks to tell of the abuse. Cautiously, Cagalli moves her head and tries to sit upright from the position she was throw onto. Her head pounds and new bruises are born to join its countless siblings.

The sleek black vehicle is now racing through the freeway at an alarming speed. The stars above twinkle and it is a surprise there aren't any sirens blaring behind. Then again, only ignorant ones do but they promptly back off when they realize exactly who they're dealing with.

"Why don't I drop you off at his house, can't be anymore fun then that my dear." Master's face shifts into a barracuda smile and pushes the machine to its max, barely slowing down to exit onto the ramp. Many cars honk behind her, their drivers protesting her dangerous frenzy.

"Oh shut up already, like hell I care!" The red-head shoots her arm out with a rude jester to all the honking horns behind, her grey eyes dancing with delight.

After ten more minutes of lane skipping, and finger pointing, they arrive at the heart of the city and stops in front of neatly kept building. After parking the car, Master pulls Cagalli out of the car by the elbow and drags her into the elevator at the side of the building. She pushes for level seven and the doors shuts afterwards. They travel in silence. When the elevator finally reaches the 7th floor and dings open, Master leads them both to the front of a door. She turns to Cagalli, pressing one finger to her closed lips and smiling wickedly, her eyes twinkle with scary mirth.

Two thunderous pounds on the door and three pushes on the doorbell and she's gone, running into the opening elevator and retreating into her car, leaving Cagalli very alone. She squirms, and finds the floor and door comfortable as she decides to take a rest. The Masters fought many times before, but never did anything like this come of it. Often, it would lead the other Master to her and then she transforms into the pillow to which he releases his hate and anger onto. She squirms again and sighs, leaning more heavily onto the door.

Footsteps begin to thump just beyond the other side of the door and she sits up hurriedly. Too late, her back meets the floor and footsteps jumps back in surprise. Cagalli doesn't take the time to admire the ceiling and stands up right immediately, but she forgot the ache still pounds away at her brain. Her step falters and she falls forward.

Voices are arguing just beyond the blackness.

"...was she?"

"At my door last night, but she was the only one I saw."

"...That's not good Athrun, didn't you even consider the fact that--"

"Of course I did! But what did you want to me to do? Throw her out? Common, I can't do that!"

"But still--"

"I agree with Athrun. Yzak, it's a little harsh isn't it, leaving her out at the street and all, look at her, I bet she can barely move."

"So? Obviously the one that left her knows that Athrun's got connections, connections that can't afford to--"

"--be discovered. Yes, but either way I couldn't have left her out. Look at your profession, you should understand."

A pause.

"...Fine, I'll run her by the computers and see if there are any matches. Let's go Dearka. Just be cautious, whether you like it or not--."

"--I know."

Sorry for the grammar mistakes, done in should-be-asleep-hour-but-can't.

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