1Pairing: Fllay/Kira (pre discovery); Athrun/Lacus; Cagalli/Kira (Pre discovery); Athrun/Cagalli; Kira/Lacus… SPOILERS! Ending: Fllay/Kira; Athrun/Lacus (I have decided to make this story a sort of happy ending.)
Summary: AU 300A.D. The story of a young girl who made a deal with the devil. The story of Fllay All-star, a young girl who had to pick up her life after she lost everything, and had to find a new reason to live and love.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Seed or Destiny. Didn't really watch all of the show either. Hated the plot, but loved the characters, so I am making an AU so I can keep the characters, without the plot.
Author's Notes: Fllay/Kira and Cagalli/Kira were all before they found out that Kira was Cagalli's twin. So it's not really incest…
Dedication: Dedicated to Termony, cause reading her story made me want to write a Gundam Seed story…
Beta: baby's breath, to whom without, you would all be reading crappily worded sentences.
A/N 2: Second part of chapter 4. Kira and Fllay. This was suppose to be with the other chapter…but I was too lazy to write it than.
A/N 3: This story isn't really going to be update weekly or monthly or anything…mostly just when I have time. Though I will try and finish this story before next summer… but who knows right?
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Chapter 4B: The Language of Silence.
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"Make sure you don't draw extra attention to yourself when you go out today, understand Fllay? Make sure that you don't act differently." George's words rang in Fllay's ears as she walked down the path that lead to the town market.
But still she couldn't help looking around in bitter bewilderment. This was where she had grown up. It was hard for her to imagine just leaving it behind. The bakers to her right had always gifted the children of the town with free slices of their delicious honey cakes on their birthdays. The shoemakers had helped Fllay patch her pretty pink shoes with special leather that they had spent days dying to get to the right color. It was just hard for Fllay to leave behind so many caring people.
After picking up a good quantity of jerky and other meat preservatives, Fllay decided to pick up some bread and dried fruits to make sure that they had a balance of nutrients. As she was walking home, she spotted the familiar shape of Kira in a not so far distance. Fllay waved in hopes that he would see her, but he didn't seem to notice.
Deciding that it wasn't because Kira was ignoring her, but instead because he had really not seen her, Fllay walked up closer to him. Still it didn't seem like he was going to acknowledge her presence. Fllay tugged at his sleeve as a last resort.
Kira turned around, in surprise.
"Oh! Fllay I didn't see you there," Kira offered with an embarrassed half-smile that Fllay had always loved.
"It's okay, Kira. I was just picking up some food. How are you?" Fllay asked, her hand still holding his sleeve.
"…Um…Fine." Kira looked mildly flushed.
"So what have you been up to?" Fllay asked, in an attempt to get Kira to talk to her. It normally wasn't this hard. They used to talk non-stop, and would even need the adults of the village separating them by force to get them to stop chatting. But that hadn't been the case since a few weeks ago, when Cagalli showed up.
"Nothing…Just helping my father with some chores." Kira didn't seem to even be paying attention to the conversation, instead he craned his head around as if he was looking for something, or someone.
Fllay felt a stab of irritation.
"Oh. Are you almost done with your chore?" She asked, with a tone that wasn't as friendly as the one she had used at the beginning of their conversation. She wasn't used to having to try this hard to talk to her best friend, though Kira hadn't been that much of a friend in the past few weeks.
"Um…Almost?" Kira replied. The uncertainty in his voice made Fllay raise her eyebrow. What did he mean maybe? It was a yes or no question; there shouldn't have been any middle ground.
"Then you can walk me home, right?" Fllay asked, trapping Kira in a situation he wouldn't be able to get out of. He couldn't say no without sounding un-gentleman like.
Kira gulped, but nodded, even though it was very hesitant. Fllay handed him her basket, and started to head towards her house. Kira followed her for a few blocks at a much slower pace. His speed was ticking Fllay off in a way that she couldn't even explain to herself.
"KIRA!"
A shout pierced the relatively peaceful and quiet market square. Kira immediately stopped and turned towards the voice.
"KIRA!? WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Kira shoved Fllay's basket back at her, almost pushing her off balance. With an apologetic glance back at her, Kira left calling out Cagalli's name.
Fllay felt a cold wave of anger wash over. 'I hope you die, Kira. I am glad Father told me not to tell you about the attack that is coming. I hope you and that little harlot that you are keeping meet your doom together. You can spend as much time in hell with her as you'd like,' Fllay thought to herself before she could stop her own train of thought. But as soon as those words crossed her mind, she paled in realization as to what she had thought. 'Oh! I didn't mean it. Please keep Kira safe, God!'
Clutching her basket to her chest, Fllay ran home as fast as she could, hoping to leave behind her what had occurred, both in outside world, and the thoughts in her own mind.
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You are the most honest when you are inhibited. Whether drugs, alcohol, rage or even lust inhibits you; you are still the most honest at that point in life. You don't have your conscience censoring you. Those derogatory words of hatred that you want to throw in your bosses' face, the inability to stop your mouth from forming those insensitive word that could ruin a friendship, the slip of the tongue when you are trying to prove a point, or just the meaningless cries of a name in the throws of passion. Those are the true moments. The moments that really allow others to know you, the real you. So the next time someone says that you don't mean the things you say when you are angry, ask yourself this: 'What is more honest; when you say things to hurt people, or when you are curtailing what you think to protect them from the truth?'
