Fandom:
Gundam Seed
Title: Open Casket
Author/Artist:
SunStarMoon
Theme(s): #4 Cold Body
Pairing/Characters:
Miriallia x Yzak
Rating:
Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): I
do not own Gundam Seed. I'm not really sure when this should take
place, so let's just say that Yzak had joined the Archangel and met
Miriallia.
Summary (if needed): She didn't know him. Not Really.
The casket was open. His silver hair was smooth, as was his red elite ZAFT uniform. There was no smile on his face, not one look of tranquility that was common on the faces of those who had died naturally. It was eerie and slightly creepy. Along the side of his face was a deep gash; one that it was guessed caused his death. Miriallia didn't know why she was at his funeral. It wasn't like they had ever talked. It wasn't like they acknowledged each other's presence more than was necessary. No, there was no reason for her to be here. None that she could or would openly admit.
She would never say that once she was in an odd sort of daze and had mistaken him for Tolle. She didn't even know how she had mistaken him for her dead boyfriend. They acted completely differently. They looked different completely; their hair colors were on opposite ends of the spectrum. But, for some reason, he felt comforting to her. Almost like the cool guy all the girls wanted to talk to; almost like the guy that Tolle was. So, in her odd sort of daze, she threw herself into Yzak's arms. And she kissed him. She wasn't exactly an expert on kissing, but she knew that it was his first kiss. And that was when she snapped out of her daze. And screamed. Then, she abruptly ran, breaking out of his warm embrace. She took one final look back at him to discover his fingers grazing his lips in a sort of shock. And a smile, however small, graced his lips.
That shouldn't have been enough for her to really care so much about the boy's death. But she did. She cared a lot. Almost as much as when Tolle had died. So, instead of admitting she was sad, she said she was going to support Dearka. In a way it was true, Dearka hadn't even come out of his room yet from the pure horror of his friend's death, but it was also for herself. She needed to make sure he was dead. It was almost like she couldn't believe it herself. But, now there was the body, and now she wanted to cry. In fact, she could feel the tears roll down her cheeks by the time she had gotten to the coffin. Dearka gave her hand a comforting squeeze.
He looked down at her, worry filling his teary gaze, "Are you OK?"
Miriallia shook her head; she wasn't. War was filled with death, but she just couldn't get used to it. With one last squeeze, he left her to give a final goodbye to his friend. Her time came too soon. She lightly brushed his face with her fingertips. He looked angelic despite his scar and gash. But, his face was cold, not at all the warm body that had once embraced her. Quickly, she leaned over the coffin edge and gave the dead boy a small kiss on the lips; it was something she had never been able to do with Tolle. For Yzak, she would be his first and last kiss. Then his body would be buried in the cold ground, a fate not worthy of him. He belonged in space, or the sky, it was where he belonged as the dedicated pilot he was.
