Chapter 2
In space, billions of gigantic gaseous bodies burned with feverish tenacity, sending their radiant light to all corners of the universe. Yet, there was only darkness. Great stars a million times the size of earth were mere insignificant twinkles in the emptiness between objects separated by distance.
Only in places where objects gather, the glimmers of light became brightness. The interaction of rays of light, reflecting between objects, created a reservoir of meaning. Only with interaction, there was hope.
A song will touch a person's heart.
A melody will make it beat.
A song of silent night conveys
the yearnings for a company.
A voice, soft and hauntingly beautiful, filled a garden beyond the skies with tranquillity.
The voice was matched by a true beauty, who sung it. Her sweet pink hair, gentle features and youthful glow could make people believe in angels. And like an angel, she was sublime, and appeared to be beyond anyone's grasp.
If Bob Awesome were there to see her, he would say, "By God, you're sexy".
"By God, You're Sexy!"
Yes, he was there.
"Hey, Candy Pop! Give daddy some sugar!" Bob Awesome strode across the garden with his arms open, ready to embrace the hot chick. In his left hand, an unconscious boy, wrapped in bandages, was dangled by the collar of his pyjamas.
"Ah my, Mr Awesome, what a surprise. What brings you here?" Her voice was as gentle as her smile.
"For a hug, kiss and a hustle. I told you before, call me Bob. Because I like you!"
"Oh, Mr Bob, you're so funny." She kissed his cheeks and slipped under his arms.
Damn, what a classy broad, other chicks would've climbed all over him like monkeys. But her, no. She's good, she's very good at playing coy. He loved a good challenge, despite the predictable ending of all the challenges he had ever faced. Oh yes, it'd be a blast watching her crack, in every sense of those words.
A broad like her wouldn't get swept off only by his godly good looks. It's not because he couldn't make her go gaa gaa, with the wet hair and unbuttoned shirt trick, but it'd be too easy. A girl like her went for the earnest, humble, intelligent, capable type. He doesn't like to brag about himself, but yup, he's all that. So, he'd pretty much won the war already.
However, since he's modest, she wouldn't remember all those exceptional traits he possessed. That's because he only reminded her about them every fortnight. But once he refreshed her memory, then, bang! They're back together.
"So how's the comeback gig, Cupcake?"
"It went very well, Mr Bob. Everyone was very supportive. I had a good time during the concert."
"Good, and I'm proud to say I was also there. And I beat the crap out of your dirty fatassed fanboys."
"Please don't do that, Mr Bob." She quickly said.
"But hey! I saw them in the loo jollying their rogers to your poster!" He rightfully protested.
She maintained her gentle smile during the awkward pause.
"Duly noted, Mr Bob, now I believe you have an appointment with my father, do you not? I can see no other reason for him to be home during this time."
"Yes, Fuzzy Lips!" Bob Awesome pointed his finger at the frantic man running towards them at full speed.
"Bob!!! Stay off my daughter, you perv!" The running man screamed.
"Siegel, don't be a nerd." The all forgiving and gracious Bob Awesome caught Siegel Clyne, the ex-Chaiman of the ZAFT Supreme Council, in a hug. He gave the insolent stiff a squeeze, almost popping one of his shoulders before letting go.
"B-bob, th-this is urgent. I-I don't have time to play with you." Siegel squeaked in between his gasps. "The world is changing, Zaft, Plant, Patrick…"
Siegel immediately cut his sentence as he met his daughter's gaze.
"Come with me, Bob." Siegel, still breathing heavily, signalled the Awesome One to follow him.
He did not budge.
Siegel sighed. "Please, your awesomeness, let me escort you to my study."
"That's better." The magnanimous Bob Awesome followed his ill-mannered host.
"Mr Bob?" The Chairman's daughter called out.
"Yes?! Candy Pop?"
"I couldn't help notice the boy you're dragging around by the collar. He seemed to have taken quite an abuse. Is he all right?"
"Oh, this?" The muscular demigod pulled the boy up like a rag doll and laughed. "He's so puny, I forgot I was carrying him around."
"Here, take it." The benevolent Bob Awesome thrust his arm forward, presenting the bandage wrapped boy to the girl.
Meeting face to face with the boy who hung like a pendulum, she immediately recognised him.
"Kira!" She quickly received him in her arms and laid him on the garden's soft grasses. He was bandaged all over and there were bruises everywhere. Most of those bruises seemed suspiciously new.
"Take good care of him, Doll. Markio's got the dibs on him."
And with those parting words, the thoughtful and caring Bob Awesome joined his host, who had regained his composure.
"Bob, Lacus is taken. Athrun Zala is his fiancé, so please don't get up to your hanky panky."
"Zala's Boy?! That Nancy?" Bob Awesome was amused. "Might as well, Hah! She'd know how to better appreciate a real man after a frolic with rosy-cheeked babies like him."
Soon, the distance rendered their voices inaudible.
Back in the garden, Lacus comforted the unconscious Kira in her arms.
She stroked his hair, and whispered close to his ears, "You poor thing. You must be experiencing tremendous pain. A swift release might spare you from this torture. But, I'm sorry. You cannot die yet."