I hate vacations.

'Cause then my parents would fight.

And they would put their anger down on me,

It's never my brother.

He's the favorite one in the house.

And it's a waste of time.

I could've worked on my fanfic.

But they just have to drag me with them.


Ch. 8

The Missing Cavatina Called Memory

They said a brief good bye before they parted. "Well, back to work tomorrow," Cagalli said as she began putting on her helmet, straddling her CBR1000RR. Athrun felt a surge of worry as he set his eyes on the black monster. "Huh?" Their eyes locked.

"N-Nice ride," Athrun stammered. "Take care."

Cagalli blinked, then flashed him a thumb up sign before starting the engine and curved out the parking lot, leaving Athrun staring after her with melancholy.

"Uncle?"

"Hey, kid...Um...Listen. Can you-"

"He can stay, Andy."

"Ah. Right then. Lacus...I found something."

"A disk? What's all this about, Lacus?"

"It's from her diary. Too bad I can't find recent ones."

"Her?"

"Cagalli."

Athrun seems to be a man that's satisfied with everything. He never complained nor mentions he wanted anything, which made it really difficult for people to get him presents. Whatever he receives, he thanked the giver with a sincere looking smile.

It was hard for people to know his desires, his dream, what he planned for the future. He refused to tell them, every one of them, just in case Father happens to bribe the person into telling.

Everyone except the young Cagalli Yula Hibiki.

She hasn't forgotten a word of it. It was like falling into a fantasy word, being with Athrun and listen to him under that oak tree. It was the only time in a day she submits to a rest.

"Why'd you have to force your smile?" the little girl asked, staring at the boy's amused face.

"I don't want people to worry about me. Seeing me frown will make them think something's wrong."

She stretched his cheek as wide as she can possibly pull it. "Ah?"

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

He nodded.

"Then don't force your smile."

Why did I remembered that all of the sudden? Cagalli thought.

Athrun...


I know it's short. I'm sorry. I can't fix it now. I'm working on Ch. 12.

Next chapter: The Libretto Called Fate