Gee, Sunrise should just... ugh.

I do not own Mobile Suit Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans

"Sorry about our place," said Fuuka as she prepared tea in the kitchen, passing glances towards the Aston that sat in her living room. Now that she got a good look at him, he was a lot taller and more handsome than she anticipated. A long time ago, she would revel at Aston's majestic green eyes, and now it is of better state that she can't stop ogling them. She shook her head. "Now is not the time for that!"

Fuuka sat opposite Aston as the tea rested in between them; none of them actually wanting to move in fear of surprising the other.

The door then clicked open and Takaki came in, his keys jangling. "Fuuka? We have a guest?" He had mentally noted that the shoes were expensive looking and were in great condition; he had no idea that they had a rich acquaintance. He almost dropped his bag when the guest came into view. "A-Aston!?" he shook his head strongly and reminded himself that Aston was dead. "Oh, eh, sorry! I'm Takaki Uno, Fuuka's brother." He held out a hand for a shake which the present Aston took hesitantly.

"So you're one of them?"

Takaki did not understand and looked at Fuuka for any clue. The woman simply smiled.

"I mean, one of the people that Aston once befriended?" It was weird and eerie, asking about himself in third-person. But he still couldn't wrap his head around the possibility of reincarnation.

"Thank you," said Aston as his car stopped in front of the Uno's house to fetch him. His bodyguard came out of the car and bowed. The car door was opened yet Aston remained in his placed, fixed into Fuuka's honey eyes. She was stiff and had an awkward smile. "Sorry that I barged in like that."

"Oh, no, no! It's totally fine! I haven't had guests for so long and having one is refreshing." Again, Fuuka's smile was uncomfortable. Not only that but she squeezed her hands together again. "I... I'd really appreciate it if Mr. Aston would visit again..." A tingly heat crept into her face and a slight blush lit her face. "B-but it's okay if you don't have the time. No need to push yourself-"

Aston smiled. "I don't mind hanging out." With these simple words, Aston put a huge smile on Fuuka's face. A smile so wide and with happiness overwhelming, tears fell from the woman's eyes and her smile turned into a stifled sob. He was genuinely concerned, after hearing the story behind everything, he should be, and he held the sobbing woman by the arms. "Miss Fuuka... I'm sorry."

"Haha, I'm sorry, too. Being so emotional!"

Finally, Aston turned to the car and got on, as the drama was too much to handle for him. He sighed as the engine roared to life. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

The woman watched the car zip through the dusty street. Glad that she did not get too impulsive, Fuuka went back to their house to clean up. However, she hasn't realized what the consequences are and will continue to fail to see it.

Fuuka was awakened in the middle of the night by none other than Takaki. Her brother was having a nightmare, groaning and grunting while tossing and turning in bed. She had to shake him rigorously for him to awaken. When he did, he had a distant look in his eyes and his teeth were clenched.

"Brother?" and she wiped away the sweat that riddled Takaki's forehead.

"Can I have some water, Fuuka?"

"Wait here."

Takaki rested his head in his hands.

Shopping always set Fuuka's mind at ease, especially shopping for cleaning supplies. They were out on an errand from Atra after the woman realized how dirty the base was again, despite being filled with able-bodied men. But that was the point, able-bodied men being men. Before they left, she was commanding the Tekkadan soldiers, and if Orga saw how she took lead, he would be proud.

"Okay, bring all of those to the base and get going!" Fuuka playfully slapped Masahiro's back, causing Gekki to snigger at his friend's plight. And the older woman didn't miss the opportunity to slap him, too. Catching these children off-guard is rare as they've been trained and drilled by their fathers since they were young. But then the smiles of the young boys turned into worried frowns, prompting Fuuka to look at their sight's direction.

"Wah, it's Mr. Aston," said Masahiro.

"Will you be okay, Miss Fuuka?" asked Gekki.

Instead it was Aston who answered, "She'll be fine with me." He snapped his head to the side, signalling the boys to practically get lost. Masahiro followed through and got on the pickup truck while Gekki competed on a glaring game. It was light blue against green.

But Masahiro cut him off. "Gekki, let's go! Your mom's waiting for us." They left on the truck with everything they purchased.

"What brings you here in the commercial district, Mr. Aston?" Fuuka smiled as she stared straight into Aston's eyes.

"I'm here to check on our merchandise segments and see if this establishment is treating our products well," he drawled off, knowing that such things are boring stuff. Yet Fuuka smiled still and further asked questions on how he does exactly that. "It's easy really. Just go to the aisle and inspect a single item," causing the woman to giggle.

"Isn't that skipping work?"

"It's not."

"Yes, it is." She giggled again, this time scoring her a sweet smile from the perpetual frowner. It pricked her heart, furthering her longing for the man. She sighed.

'I am not dreaming, right?'

Bloom beautifully on the battlefield.

Thanks for reading this far.