Fandom: Gundam Seed
Title: How I PiErCeDYour Heart
Theme: #1 Bull's Eye
Pairing/Characters: Miriallia Haww/ Yzak Joule
Rating: G
Disclaimer/claimer: I don't own Gundam Seed.
Summary: Miriallia is always bored when her boyfriend forces her to sit for hours on end in a café while he talked to friends.

Miriallia Haww never considered herself to be pretty. There were plenty of times when she felt pretty, but she knew that she wasn't exactly the definition of beauty. She left that particular job to people like Fllay Allster who could afford to lounge around in expensive clothes, drinking hundred dollar drinks, running fingers through their expensive hair cuts, which they would get redone along with their toenails the next week. When she put things like that she was happy that she didn't have the kind of money to be beautiful. She would constantly be a brat to those with less money than her. After all, she had seen Fllay yell at a shoe sales person once for bringing out the wrong size (but that didn't happen very often, so she thought nothing of it).

So it came as a surprise when she got a love letter saying she was gorgeous. In her state of shock, she had completely dropped the letter and the wind swept it away. The next surprise came a few days latter, when one of the most popular guys in school, not to mention one of her best friends, Tolle, admitted that he had wrote the letter and asked her to go out with him. Now they had been dating for nearly three months, a landmark among most teenage couples, and she was perfectly happy. Tolle was sweet, funny, and cute. But, she couldn't help but think that there was something missing from the relationship, the sort of spark she had read about in the occasional romance novel. She never had any urge to do anything more spontaneous than hug him; their first kiss had been a simple peck and they mostly still were.

So now she was sitting next to her said boyfriend and a boy named Sai at a local café. Kira, another friend, was also supposed to meet them, but he called at the last minute and canceled. Apparently the Professor needed him to do something. "Hey Miri," Tolle called, waving a hand in front of her face, "Are you alright?" He asked when she snapped out of her daze, "You kind of spaced out there."

She grinned, "I'm fine; I guess I'm just a little tired."

"Oh," Sai looked at her curiously, "Did the Professor give you an all-night study session again? Those stupid chapters he assigns us to summarize takes me all night!"

She nodded, although actually the last all-nighter she had pulled was a week ago. Now was just one of those times she wanted to think.

Tolle grinned, although somewhat sullenly; he hated it when his girlfriend didn't seem totally there, which was most of the time as of late. "Hey, Sai, I heard that you were going to ask Fllay out."

The other boy's face burned red, "Well, I was thinking about it, but I don't know, I mean, it's what my parents want me to do…"

Miriallia's head shot up at the sandy-blonde haired boy. 'I thought Kira liked Fllay…' She shot a glance at her boyfriend as if to ask this question, but he just shrugged. "If you like her ask her out," she encouraged because it seemed like the thing to do. Kira would be disappointed when he learned she had helped Sai, but she felt he would eventually get over it. Besides, she didn't really think Sai liked Fllay, after all, he had said it was what his parents wanted. Her thoughts drifted to other matters and she could dimly hear Tolle and Sai's conversation.

There was a sharp pain in her side suddenly and she looked up to see Tolle looking at her curiously. Apparently, instead of calling her name, he felt that poking her in the side was a more logical way to get her attention, "Miri, do you know who they are?" He glanced at the next table over.

At that table sat five boys. They were all unbelievable handsome, that much Miriallia would give them, and she could tell that the other girls in the café thought so, too. Their hair colors stood out more than anything she had ever seen. Vibrant yellow against dark skin, green against a porcelain-smooth looking complexion, long blue hair that made green eyes stand out like nothing else, a grinning red-head (which was an odd enough color for a Japanese boy as it was, let alone with it's brightness), and, finally, silver, perfectly strait, long hair against gorgeous narrow blue eyes. The boy with silver hair stood out most to her, and Miriallia gave him a quick once-over before turning back to her coffee. "No. I've never seen them before. They must be from Upper Heliopolis."

Tolle gave them one last glance, and then went back to his conversation with Sai. Yet again she found she couldn't concentrated and glanced around the room. The blonde noticed her gaze and winked playfully. Embarrassed at being caught staring, she averted her gaze. "I'm going to get more coffee," she told her two companions. With the amount of zeal that they were talking, she suspected that they would be here for at least another hour. Now she wished she had more girl friends to bring to these times of 'hanging out'. "One cappuccino with whipped cream and caramel topping and a slice of caramel cheesecake," she ordered, a finger on her chin from when she had to decide on a desert.

"Hurry up," someone growled behind her. Quickly she spun around only to find herself staring into the blue eyes of the silver-haired boy.

Miriallia glared. It wasn't like she could help the slowness of the workers. "Not all people are in a hurry. Some people like to relax and enjoy themselves." What she had said was true, but the boy just glared down at her with utter loathing.

"I don't care what some people like," he hissed.

"I can tell. Not all people act like they have a stick shoved up their ass, either, but you pulled that one off quite nicely."

Tolle and Sai apparently had overheard the whole conversation, if it could even be called that, because they resolved into snickers. A mad Miriallia was not exactly something they would regularly mess with. When the girl at the counter gave her her coffee and cheesecake, she turned on her heels and stomped to her table. As she took her seat she noticed the boy was still watching her, glaring and completely ignoring the flustered girl trying to take his order. While she had been walking away she swore she heard him whisper, "Stupid Natural."

She knew she wasn't an idiot. She had been so busy glaring right back at the boy that she hadn't noticed Tolle's hand snake around her own. For some reason he looked worried, almost like he was going to loose something very important to him. The silver-haired boy's eyes swept quickly to their clasped hands and he glared harder. Instead of ignoring him like she knew she should have, she smirked. Once she had been told that her smirk was pure evil and very noticeable since it was something she rarely did. Now the boy's look turned to her lips and his glare slipped and as replaced by a wide-eyed expression. Somehow she knew it wasn't coming from how evil-filled her smirk was. It was the exact same expression Tolle got whenever he looked at her lips.

Something about the expression on this boy's face scared her. It made her heart thump and her stomach flutter. Instead of continuing the private glaring contest, she ignored the boy whose glare couldn't scare her, but a rather soft look could.

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They were leaving. It didn't register to her until they were almost to the door. Only the blonde lingered behind. He approached the table and bent down near her ear, causing Tolle to glare. She looked at the blonde out of the corner of her eye. He glanced at the silver-haired boy, "His name is Yzak Jule." With that he left a blushing Miriallia.

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"Bull's eye," Dearka shouted outside.

Nicol smiled, "What are you talking about?"

Instead of replying quickly, he poked Yzak in the back; "She got a bull's eye without even trying, didn't she?" Yzak glared. That only made Dearka laugh, a large, toothy smile that spread over his features, "She hit his heart with a dart. I suppose she's kind of cute, and that smirk was completely wicked."

Yzak rolled his eyes, "She didn't get anything, so shut up Elsman."

To Nicol, he whispered, "She sunk that dart in deep. I wonder if we'll ever see her again. Yzak over there will probably hunt her down after the war."

The End