Here it goes, another chapter to my 1st fanfiction.I hope it turns out well. I know I said Id wait, but I wanted athrun to be connected to one of my OC's before anything. Please ask any questions that you want and i will do my best to answer them. i have MANY characters comming in, and comming back.
I hope this turns out well. I will not be putting a disclaimer on every single chapter of my story because i may forget, but its on the first page so that will act as my main disclaimer for the duration of this fic. Any comments questions or concerns can be put into reviews or you could inbox me right here on my fan fiction R&R
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Athrun stormed inside. To asstonished to think. He had to find out what was going on. But he had to get help first. And he needed to be sneaky, he couldnt tell anybody... and then he lost his train of thought. Just like that. Cagalli had that kind of effect on him. She always had. He found himself moving towards her. toward the light that she radiated into his world. How corney I know, but that's how he felt around her. He wanted to be with her. She was his Lobster "(pheobe says this about rachel and ross on the show f.r.i.e.n.d.s.).
She looked up from her book. God only knows what she was reading now. they were taking their time through space. Picking up passengers along the way. Nobody knew the destination but it was nice. And seeing her so relaxed was more then nice.
Before he knew if he was standing over her, looking over he shoulder to see what she was reading. She felt his pressence, could smell his smell (however creepy that may be) and could feel his eyes reading her. Or prehaps just reading? She goanced up and his eyes were fixated on the page. He did that on his own. found somthing and just saw the words, while he was mewling something else more important over. A book, a sign.. anything really. She spoke, her voice bringing him back to reality.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing! What makes you think something is wrong?" he replied, genuinly perplexed at where the nature of the question had originated.
"Athrun, I know you too well by now for you to even think I dont know what your doing." She stated it so calmly that he almost missed the annoyance in her voice at his stubborness. Almost.
And he turned to walk way. Nothing more to be said until he knew how he wanted to say it.
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Cagalli stared after him. She just didn't understand that boy sometimes, but hell she loved him. No, she LOVES him. Just as she wasmeuwling over her thoughts of him, Murrue's voise was heard over the loud intercome that all soldiers, current and former must head to the bridge immidiatly. The ship they had been waitingfor was arriving.
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Athrun was panicking. He didn't have enough time. He thought he did, but they were on theyre way. There was no time to get his whole past out properly and in 'd need help. Just as he was thinking that. As if by some mirical, a man stold up to the young coordinator with a knowing expression stamped all over his face. He was just as worried for the boy himself.
"Trouble?" he stated more then asked.
"Yeah." Athrun calmly replied, though fear was evident in his eyes, "I just don't know what to do. What if they find out, and they don't trust me anymore? What if they never trust me agian?"
"Athrun, they're your friends. And you'll just have to remind them, before you even start your explination, that you in fact did not lie to them. You just let them believe what they thought was true. That an explanation wasn't nessecary at the time, but is now. They'll understand. They're good people Athrun, try to remember that."
"I KNOW THAT" He all but shouted. "Its just they need to know before I see them. Before they all come up and talk to me. Talk aboout things that will probably scare the poeple who don't understand, the people that I need in my life, away." He bowed his head in shame. He still cared about the people from his past, his parents friends, HIS friends, but he was just too much of a coward to face them. To face his complicated past.
"Ill help you." Rihom had said at last.
Athrun look up at the aging man. A man that his father, Patrick Zala, had once called a best friend. Hope definate in his eyes as well as the rest of his face.
"Ill talk to Murdoch and see if I can go in ahead. Ill tell him that Im going to breaf them on the ediquette and remind them that their families have been through alot. Hopefully, pray as hard as you can boy, that theyll get the message and not freak out over you until you've had your time to explain things to the people who dont understand completly. Your makeshift family. Your friends taht you need to protect from harm now more then ever."
"Thank you Rihom.I really appreciate this." Athrun said with all sincerity.
"Dont thank me yet kid. Thanks can be said if this works, other then that, keep it" Rihom warned.
Athrun let a chuckle escape his lips at the familiarity of Rihom and his words, his warnings, his caring. And Athrun knew, that even if this didnt work, Rihom was going to try, and that's all that matterd to him.
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There you have it. The end of my second chapter. What did you think? what do you think should happen next? pleae please please review my storyy. I need feedback guys!
I know it was short but if you have anything you think i should add, ill put it into the next chapter, because im still new at this and am horrible at editing :S all suggestions will be read and considered for future references! thanks for reading and PPLLLEEAASSEE Review (:
