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Phase Seven:

enemy songstress


A Zaft jacket, the only thing she wasn't wearing, lay on the bed untouched as the rookie soldier stared at it. When she put it on, she would truly be a Zaft soldier and there was no turning back. Everything was already set. She just needed to put on the red jacket. Kira hesitated for a few seconds before she was able to put it on.

In her quarters, there was full length mirror. It was beyond her why there was such a thing in a war ship. Was it necessary to look nice while fighting? Well people had to look like they knew what they were doing, didn't they? She shrugged.

She walked to the mirror and glanced herself over. Her brown hair went well with the red uniform. She also looked much cuter in a Zaft Uniform than an Earth Forces Uniform. She signed, however. The skirt was mini just like the other uniform. What was with mini skirts in uniforms? Was it practical? No! Kira growled. Why was it apart of the uniform? It served no reason but to give a pervert a peep show.

Kira turned away from the mirror and walked away. She walked around the room running her hands across the wall, wondering what to do. There wasn't much she could do. It wasn't like being on the Archangel, having to worry all the time. She had to defend that ship with barely no help, but this ship was a different story. She wasn't alone.

She signed running out of things for her to do. She flopped down on the bed, wondering what she could do. There wasn't anyone she could talk to on this ship, well besides him, but she didn't want to see him. There wasn't any point for her to make any friends, since she and the Strike would be transfer for training of some kind. After that, she had no idea what she would be doing.

She didn't want to stay in room anymore. She needed to get out to walk around.

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The Vesalius was nothing compared to the Archangel, but that didn't mean it was useless. The Archangel was one of kind with the top of the line equipment and technology. When fully staffed and powered (with more mobile weaponry), it would be almost impossible to defeat. However, the Archangel, as it was, didn't stand a chance against the Vesalius and everyone knew it.

Kira floated her way down the many hallways with her hand dragging along the wall. She didn't make eye contact with the crew when they passed her. She would smile at incoming crew every once and a while. She didn't know what she was looking for. She just knew she wanted to find something.

She wished she had Tori, her robotic bird, but at the same time she didn't want it. It was a gift from him, a guy she never wanted to see again. However, that bird was her only friend at the time. I wonder where it is, Kira thought making her way through the ship.

She found herself outside the Pilot changing room/waiting room (if you call it that). She opened the door and glanced around the room, noticing she was alone. I wonder what the other pilots are like. She wondered about all the new people she would meet.

The mobile suit hang was visible through a thick glass, and the Strike caught her eyes. It looked weird being "stocked" there. It looked even weirder next to the Aegis, which reminded her of the first time she laid eyes on the mobile suits.

I never knew that I would end up here, she thought. She never dreamed that she would enter this war and end up a Zaft Soldier. I never wanted anything to do with this war, but yet I am fighting in it. She sighed. It was too late now. She just hoped she would be able to do it.

She let herself drift across the room, but her eyes never left the gundam. She was so deep in thought she didn't see the door glide open.

"I thought I saw someone in here," a male voice said.

Kira turned around to see some boy in a green maintenance uniform. He didn't look too much older than her and his smile warmed her heart. "I was just wondering around," she explained.

He moved deeper into the room. "So you are the pilot of the strike," he paused, "who was forced into piloting it for those Naturals."

Kira stared at him. How did he know that? Did that mean the whole crew knew? Did that mean that she wasn't safe? "Y-yes, h-how do you know?" she stuttered.

"The Commander," he said, shrugging. "Don't be worried. No one is mad at you or wants revenge. They understand that you didn't want to pilot it for those blasted naturals." His smile was bigger. "In fact, they are kind of glad," he revealed.

"What?"

"They rather be beat by a coordinator than some natural. They have rather big egos," he said trying to make her laugh. He didn't like the frown on her face.

"Haha, true."

"See! There is a smile," he pointed out, making her smile more. "Well anyway, I came up here for another reason. I find this in the Strike cockpit," he said pulling something out of his pocket. "This is yours."

Kira blinked a couple times. It was Tori. How did he get in the cockpit? She held out her hand and the robotic bird hopped into her hands. "Thanks!" she cheered. Sure, it was a gift from a liar, but Tori was a good friend.

"No problem," he told her. "I bet it means a lot."

"It does."

"Well take care. I have to go back to the mobile suits. I hope we can talk again."

Kira nodded. "Me too!" Just like that, her mood was much better.


Now that Athrun had Lacus nice and comfortable in her quarters, he was off to find Kira. He haven't talk or seen the brunette since he knocked her out and he was dying to see her for many different reasons. Some more innocent than others. He really wanted to talk to her more than anything. He had to tell her about his fiancé; he didn't want her to find out from somewhere else.

He found out where her room was location on the Vesalius. It didn't take him too long before he found her room. He was hesitated not knowing what to say. How could he tell the girl he made love to he was engaged to another? What did he expect her to say? He wanted her. He wanted to be with her. Did he expect her to still be with him when she couldn't really be with him? That wouldn't be fair to either girl. But was it fair to Lacus to be in a loveless marriage?

He was about to "knock" per se (using the speaker to her room), when he heard footsteps. He turned to see Kira…in a red Zaft suit. What was going on? "Kira?" he blinked. His confusion was quite visible.

"Yes," she ottered with no hint of friendship.

"What is with tone?" he asked. She didn't answer. "What is wrong?" He moved closer to her. She pushed pass him to get to her quarters. "Kira, talk to me." The door glided open and she made her way into the room. Athrun was getting annoyed. Why isn't she answering me? He grabbed her arm. "Answer me!"

She pulled her arm away and glared. "Just leave me the hell alone."

He slightly pushed her in her room and closed the door. "What happened? What is wrong? Why are you in a Zaft uniform?" he asked, trying to keep his emotions in check.

She put distance between them before turning her back on him. "Why do you care?" she hissed. She was pissed, well beyond pissed. He was engaged but yet he told her he loved her and had sex with her. What was up with that?

"I love you," he told her only to receive a growl (so to speak). He stepped forward.

"Don't," she warned, turning around to face him. Tears fulled her eyes. "Don't come any closer."

"Kira, what happened?" he asked, while his heart was breaking. He wanted to pull her into a big hug and never let her go.

"You!" she spat. Her nails dug in her hands to the point of blood.

"Kira, stop it!" he ordered noticing her hands. "You are hurting yourself," he said calmly moving closer.

"So you are the only one allowed to hurt me?" she inquired looking down at her bloody hands. She would have to clean and bandage them.

"What are you talking about?"

"Just go back to your fiancé and I will move on to the next phase of my life, being a pilot," she turned to her desk and looking for something for her hands.

Athrun was speechless for a bit. "…How do you know about Lacus," he sweated. He felt something heavy on his chest. It was semi-hard to breath.

"I overheard you and her talking, now get out!" She had enough of him. She needed to be done with him.

"Kira, please understand. The engagement is-"

"NO!" She walked to him and slapped him leaving her hand in more pain and blood on his face (not a lot). "You are engaged to another but yet you sleep with me. There is no understanding!" she cursed.

"Please, yet me explain," he begged holding his cheek noticing the cold blood.

"NO!" she had enough and pushed him out of her room. She had other things on her mind that was more important than him. She had signed up to be a Zaft Pilot. She didn't have time for his excuses; however, she did wonder about that Lacus girl and if she knew about the dirt bag she was engaged to.

Kira founded some bandages to put on her hands. It took her while since both of her hands were bloody. Word to the wise, never dig your finger nails into your palm. It isn't very smart, leaving your hands useless. Kira felt herself curse at her stupidity. She couldn't believe how affected she was by one boy.


Murrue stared out into space, wondering what their next step would be. Now that Kira was gone, they were in a sticky situation. The Archangel was almost defenseless without the Strike. Sure Mu could protect the ship with his mobile armor, but he didn't stand a chance against four mobile suits. Even Kira had a hard time fighting them off.

Where did you go, Kira? She didn't believe that Kira would just abandon her friends, but something must had happened and whatever that was, it didn't leave them sitting well.

After the two hours were up, they headed in looking for Strike and Kira; however, there was no trace of them and there was no way in tracing where she went. There was nothing they could do; so in the end, they left hoping that Kira could come back. They knew there wasn't a high chance of that happening.

Her friends wasn't doing so well with that information. Some were taking it worse than others and a couple of them were more bitter than anything else.

In addition to their bitter attitudes, Natarle Badgiruel was also very bitter…she was beyond bitter. Angry seemed like a good word to describe how she felt, and her anger didn't go away. It looked like it also carried to some members of the crew.

The archangel was moving slowly through space, trying to be left unnoticed. Murrue doubted they would last another battle with Commander Creuset and his team, and she wasn't the only one who felt this way. Everyone was on edge.

"It is hard to believe that we haven't run into any friendly ships yet," a crew members commented.

Badgiruel glared in his direction, before saying, "there is no reason to have ships stationed here, since there is nothing here to worry about." She glanced at Murrue and growled slightly. She lets anything slide. She doesn't make a good captain, she thought bitterly. The crew member didn't say anything else.

"Maybe you should watch your mouth," Murrue commented. Her patience with the ensign was almost gone.

"Maybe I would, if people made more sense," Badgiruel spited. The empty space wasn't doing the Archangel any good. "People don't use your head."

"I believe everyone uses their head here," Murrue snapped. She would have kicked the ensign out of the bridge already if she didn't needed her there. She really wanted to kill her and throw her body out into space and watch it explode. She hated Badgiruel that much.

"Hm," Badgiruel paused, "that shows that they don't. If they did, they would have never trust a coordinator brat to pilot the last g-unit."

Murrue was at a lost to what to say. Badgiruel was semi-right. If she never let Kira pilot the Strike, the Strike and Kira wouldn't be missing, but at the same time, they wouldn't have made it this far without the inexperience coordinator. Murrue was sure of that. "It is true we don't know if Kira abandoned us or was captured, but what I do know is that without her, we wouldn't be alive," she hissed.

"You don't know what!"

"I do! A single mobile armor or a single g-unit does not stand a chance against four g-units," Murrue informed her. Badgiruel was silenced knowing Murrue was right. "Don't speak with your opinions again, Ensign Badgiruel. They just make you look stupid!" She glared before looking back into deep space.

"We're receiving an Earth Forces encryption pulse," a unnamed soldier called out. There was a paused. "It's… from the eighth fleet!"

The message played for the whole bride to hear. "Rak crak… flagship of the eighth fleet… mont… mery.. Archan… crak… reconnaissance… attacked by Zaft ships… Assistance requested…" It didn't sound too good.

"I can't get it any clear," the unnamed soldier said typing away. The message went on for a few more seconds.

Sai stared at the screen for a few seconds, realizing who's voice he was hearing. Flay's father was on that ship and there was a good chance that he would be killed.

"How long will it take for us to get there?" Murrue asked.

"Not too long."

Badgiruel glared but said nothing. Sure, helping would be the best and more legal thing to do, but without the Strike what good would they be.

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Flay was beside herself. Sai had just informed her that her father was with the Eighth Fleet, which was in a life and death battle with Zaft. She didn't know what else to do besides pacing in her quarters. She wished that the coordinator brat was still on the Archangel. That bitch could have saved her father from certain death.

She is probably with Zaft. It was her plan along. Flay was very certain that Kira was always planning this from the beginning. All coordinators couldn't be trusted.

"I wish there could be something for me to do!" she yelled slapping her fist against the wall. She felt useless. There was nothing she could do to save her father. Maybe she could help the Archangel out somehow, but she didn't have any special skills. She was just a spoil rotten child. She, however, wouldn't ever admit that to anyone.


Athrun's mind wasn't in the battle; it was with Kira and what she had said to him. She didn't tell him she hated him, but he knew she was moments away from saying it. That fact alone killed him. He couldn't deal with her hating him, which would be the one thing he couldn't handle.

The eighth fleet laid to waste in front of them. Sure, the battle wasn't finished, but there were only a few ships left and one was badly damaged. It wouldn't last for too much longer. In fact, it only took a few more seconds before it exploded from a blast from a Ginn. The other Earth Forces ships didn't give up with their endless attacks.

This area of space was beginning to look like the debris belt which was a saddening thought. Pieces floated across every area of space around the battle. Metal of all shapes and sizes filled the battle zone. It was a truly sickening sight.

That, however, didn't matter to Athrun, who body was in auto-pilot. There was no mind in this battle. It was all reflex and training here. There was no second thought when another battleship was destroyed. He turned on the last ship with no thought whatsoever.

When the Archangel and the Mobile Armor, Zero, joined the battle, it was barely dot on his mind radar. The Archangel didn't matter much to him anymore, since Kira was no longer on the ship. Even when the last Eighth Fleet ship was defeated, he didn't pay any attention to it. He just turned his attention on the Archangel, which stood no chance without the power of the Strike.

His mind was on one thing and everything else didn't exist. He had to make up with Kira and make sure she didn't do anything stupid, like join Zaft. (Too late!) He knew she talked to Commander Creuset about it and that she had made the first step of enlisting, but he hoped he could talk her out of it. She was too innocent to be apart of this war.

He loved her too much to let her throw herself into this war. She won't listen to me now though, he thought remembering their last conversation. There was no way in hell that she would even be in the same room as him. How was he going to talk her out of it?

He cursed the battle. If it wasn't for this battle, he could be with Kira right that second, trying to fix the problem.


Kira found herself in some remote area of the Vesalius staring at the screen. She watched the battle like it was movie, knowing that soon she would be fighting against the Earth Forces. She was trying to get herself use to seeing this kind of damage. Drinking seemed also impossible watching the bloody battle.

When the first Earth Forces battle ship was destroyed, Kira found herself frozen wondering how the Archangel survived this long. Her mind drifted to her friends and what would happen to them, when the Archangel came across Zaft. It brought tears to her eyes. Her friends were going to die if they met the force of Zaft and Kira knew it. What could she do? She felt herself hating herself right then and there. How could she let herself be taken be Athrun, the rotten cheater?

She fell down on a chair when another Eighth Fleet ship was destroyed. She felt horrible, knowing that if the Archangel showed up, it would mean certain death for her friends. It ate her away on the inside as she grabbed at her chest. She was really freaking out (on the inside) that she didn't notice someone coming into the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Kira turned her head to see a pink haired girl. It was Athrun's fiancé, Lacus, remembering the name he called her. Her heart stopped as flashes of a naked Athrun fulled her head, causing her to look down. Here this girl was trying to comfort a strange, not knowing that she slept with the girl's fiancé. How ironic. What could she say to that? Nothing. She didn't have the heart to tell Lacus about the sex, knowing it was a one time thing. Kira felt sick to her stomach.

"Hello," Lacus said with the biggest smile that Kira ever saw.

"Hi," Kira replied not knowing what else to say. What did she say to a total stranger, who fiancé she slept with? She didn't want to hurt this girl who seemed to have a heart of gold.

"You seem so deeply affected by this battle and I thought you could use a friend."

"…t-thanks," Kira said trying to smile. "I-I just enlisted."

Lacus smiled, redrawing her hand from Kira's shoulder. "And I bet this is a hard sight to take it,… but all the same, war isn't something that should be taken in so slightly, since every life is sacred and treasured no matter if you are a natural or coordinator."

Kira was taken in by this girl, who seemed to understand what life was really about. Who is this girl? "Agreed," she paused. "The name is Kira, Kira Yamato."

"I am glad to hear you understand. Most people don't understand that Coordinators and Nature aren't much different," she smiled. "And I am Lacus Clyne."

The Daughter of Supreme Chairman, Kira thought, speechless. She started to understand why Athrun and Lacus were engaged, but that didn't excused him, the lying bastard! "It is nice to meet you," she said after a few minutes passed.

"And nice to meet you," Lacus spoke, looking over the girl. "I know we just met but I am here if you need to talk."

Kira nodded. "Thanks. I barely know you, but your heart shines so brightly to me."

Lacus giggled. "As does yours." She looked to the screen before looking back to Kira. "May I ask you what is wrong?"

Kira smiled. There was something about Lacus that made her feel happy and comfortable, even through all the horrible things going on. In the end, Kira opened up to her, telling her everything, besides her strong connection to Athrun. She felt she didn't need to hurt Lacus by telling her what happened between her and Athrun. (That would include the sex thing and him telling Kira he loved her.)

"I see," Lacus said, putting her hand on Kira's arm. "You care deeply for your friends and you are worried now since you are gone, who is going to protect them?" Kira nodded, which caused her to smile. Kira was one of those people who cared about everyone, which was a blessing in this day and age. "As long as you believe in what you are doing and them, everything will be okay. They won't be in harms way for long," Lacus promised with such certainty.

"How do you know that?"

"I just do," she said smiling.

It was then and there that Kira wished she could be more like Lacus Clyne, a girl who strong and not in a physical way. "Thank you," Kira said, giving her a hug. She felt a lot better. "I see what Athrun sees in you," Kira giggled, feeling shamed.

"He does have the gift for seeing the kind of heart," she responded. "And thank you. I also see how you two are good friends." Her smile was powerful, bringing smiles to everyone around her. It was the kind of smile that made you forget about your problems.

Lacus and Kira were talking for a little bet, almost forgetting about the battle going now. It was when Kira talked about her friends that the last of the Eighth Fleet ship was destroyed, drawing their attention to the screen. I can't believe how easy the Eighth Fleet went down, Kira thought picking herself up. She shook her head and refilled her drink. She turned back to Lacus.

Her glass dropped from her hand, breaking into a few pieces. She felt shock waves through her entire body, freezing her. On the screen, there was something she never wanted to see: the Archangel was engaged with the Vesalius.

"Kira," Lacus called out trying to comfort the young coordinator. She soon spotted the horror in Kira's eyes. She knew Kira was worried about her friends, knowing their deaths were almost upon them. She had to do something for her new friend. "It is will be fine," she revealed, while disappearing from the room.

Kira's body was shaking and her legs couldn't support her unsteady body. She fell against the wall sliding down the wall. Tears fell from her eyes. Her friends' death flashed in front of her eyes, as the Mobile armor tried to handle the many mobile suits. The Archangel's shots only hit a few targets, but that didn't slow Zaft down too much. Time slowed, when a Ginn flew pass the mobile armor and right at the bridge of the Archangel. Kira wanted to look away but her muscles were frozen.

Just when the Ginn was about to fire on the bridge, the Vesalius shot up its retreat signals. Kira blinked a few times trying to take in what had just happened. The Ginn retreated without doing any damage to the bridge.

"What happened?" she asked herself, while wiping the tears away. She didn't understand why Zaft pulled away. It was their goal to take down the Archangel, so why stop when they were inches from achieving it?

Kira pushed herself up, while looking around the room. "Where did Lacus go?" She took a few steps to the doorway. Why would she leave? Kira didn't know how she felt about Lacus leaving her in a time of need. Sure it stung, but did she really want to be that close to someone she just met? On top of that, she slept with her fiancé. She closed her eyes and grabbed at her arm.

She felt someone enter the room. She relaxed her body and opened her eyes to met Lacus's eyes. "…where did you go?"

"I went to the Bridge and told Commander Creuset that it was improper to engage in a battle with a Memorial representative like myself and to disengage at once," Lacus told her with a sweet smile on her face. "He had no choice but to listen to me… You should have seen the faces on the people on the bridge. It was priceless," she giggled. Kira could only stare at her. "What is it, Kira?"

"Why would you do that?"

"To protect your friends," she stated. "They aren't apart of this war. They are just innocent bystanders."

Kira didn't know what else to do but hug the girl. However, it just made her feel so ashamed. Sure, she didn't know Lacus was engaged to Athrun when they had sex, but she wasn't without shame. "Thank you," she cried.

"No problem."


Everyone was in total shock, when the Zaft force retreated. There wasn't an explainable reason for it. Zaft had the Archangel right where it wanted with seconds away from being destroyed. They wasn't going to stay round in case Zaft changed its mind. They took off as fast as they could.

Miriallia stared at the wall in the lounge with no interest of ever getting up. She was depressed ever since Kira disappeared and with this unexpected Zaft retreat, she didn't know what to think. In addition to all of that, they had a very depressed Flay on their hands. Sure, Miriallia wasn't her biggest fan, but she wouldn't wish losing one's father on anyone. Flay had been nonstop crying and cursing with a few targeted at Kira, which didn't sit too well with Miriallia.

Miriallia didn't know what to do anymore. Would she still help out the Archangel, when the only reason she did it in the first place was to help Kira? But if she didn't help, what would happen to the Archangel? She was suck on this ship for an unknown amount of time. She wanted to do something.

She picked up her head when Sai and Tolle entered the room. "How is she doing?" she asked catching sight of a sleepless Sai.

He got something to drink before answering, "not too good. I got her to bed, but she still isn't doing too good. She is still crying and cursing. She is very unset with Kira."

"Why? Kira isn't even here," she spited.

"That is why," Sai moaned. He didn't blame Kira for anything, since no one knew what really happened to her. For all they knew was that she was kidnapped by Zaft, which was what mostly happened. "It isn't right, but Flay is very emotional right now."

"Tell me about," Tolle growled. "She threw a few books at me when I entered the room. It took everything I had not to hurt her." He folded his arms and took a seat next to his girlfriend. His anger was very visible.

"I know and I thank you for being patient with her." Sai took a seat across from Tolle. He took a deep breath. "I just don't know how to comfort her."

"I don't know what to tell you," Miriallia told him. "There isn't much you can say."

"I know."

There was a silence for a minute before Tolle spoke up, "I just wonder why we aren't all dead. Why Zaft didn't finish us off?"

Miriallia picked up her head and stared off into space thinking. "I wonder too. There was no reason why they didn't. A Ginn got passed our defenses and was about to fire on the bridge. If those retreat signals came a second later, we would be dead." She felt herself shiver as she spoke that.

"Something more important must have come up," Tolle responded.

"But that Zaft vessel had chased us all the way from Heliopolis. I don't understand why they couldn't wait a second later to retreat," Sai commented while looking up.

"Unless someone ordered them not to attack us," Kuzzey said making heads turn as he entered the room. He walked across the room to get a drink before joining the group. "That is the only thing I can think of."

"Who would order them not to attack us?" Miriallia asked eyeing him very closely.

"Yea," Tolle paused, "that was the whole reason why Zaft attacked Heliopolis in the first place."

"Kira," Kuzzey responded. He was being honest; he had no game left to play. His only tool had vanished and if he was right, she was never coming back. He was very bitter about that. He still very much wanted her.

"What?" Sai asked. "That doesn't make sense. How could Kira have that kind of control over the Zaft ships?"

"Maybe that was her one request in going with them. Maybe she thought that would be the best way in protecting us?" Kuzzey guessed.

"I doubt that," Sai replied. "They could have easily overpowered her so there would be no point of a request." Kuzzey glared being second guessed.


Athrun was saying goodbye to Lacus, since she and (to his dismay) Kira were being transferred. Lacus was going home, which to his guess was something Commander Creuset was looking forward to. He didn't like it when he was ordered to end the battle immediately, leaving the Legged Ship intact. Kira was being transferred for some remote training, which Athrun guessed wouldn't take too much time considering what she could already do. He had many concerned with what would happened to her when she was finished with training. He prayed that she would be transferred back to his team. He needed to be able to protect her. He also needed to talk to her, since he was unable to talk to her again. He doubt he would have a chance now.

"I will miss you, Athrun," Lacus told him with a semi-sad face.

"And I you," he said looking into her eyes. They spoke for a few minutes before Athrun was silenced by a Kira, who was drifting past them. Kira didn't look to him at all and it killed him. She went straight to the ship that would be taking her and Lacus to the plants. He wanted to stop her, but would Lacus say to that?

"Aren't you going to say bye to Kira?" Lacus asked eyeing him. She didn't like how he reacted to Kira passing them. It was like he was heading something.

"…How do you know Kira?" he asked surprised.

"We met on this ship and we talked for quite sometime," Lacus answered feeling like she was missing something. It didn't sit too well with her. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she felt like he was keeping something from her. However, Athrun always kept things to himself. It wasn't anything new. "We became friends. We talked about girl things and stuff like that," she told him.

"Okay," he replied unsure what to think.

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Kira took her seat in the small vessel, which was only big enough for a few people and a mobile suit. It had a few weapon, but this vessel wasn't meant for any battle. It was just used for transport.

The first generation coordinator stared out the small window thinking about how much had changed since her days on Heliopolis. (Tori was on her shoulder.) She was still a crybaby, but she wasn't the same person, who avoided conflict like the plague. She couldn't avoid it now, since in a matter of weeks, she would be on the front lines.

She pushed her hair behind her ears as her eyes scanned the tiny vessel. In the corner of her eye, she spotted Lacus enter. Shivers run down her shine remembering Athrun was right outside. She had no interest in saying goodbye to him not after what he did to her and Lacus. I wonder how he reacted when I just walked passed him saying nothing, she thought, hoping Lacus didn't notice anything.

"Hey, Kira," the songstress said while taking a seat next to Kira.

"Hi."

"I am surprise you didn't say goodbye to Athrun."

"I didn't want to bother you two lovebirds," Kira said quickly and playfully.

Lacus giggled. "You wouldn't have bothered us." Kira seemed more normal when Lacus brought the byes up. It must just be him.

"Then I lose," Kira laughed feeling somewhat better.

The vessel was launched and with that, Kira's last chance in saying anything to Athrun disappeared. Not that she cared too much…well she did and didn't.


WOW what a turn of events. I hoped you like the story. Kira has a long road in front of her. Can she do it? Stay toon!

ANd men suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!