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Breaking Point
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Chapter 9: Taking Chances
'No, I don't. Three years is long enough.'
Five Months Later / 24th December, C.E. 76
Orb Union International Shuttle Port
'I'm really sorry about the wait Miss, we had a system crash last night and all the automated immigration systems are down.'
'No problem.' Cagalli said slowly, watching as the immigration officer flipped open her passport. Blinking, he paused for a long while before suddenly looking up. 'Is there a problem sir?'
'Uh, um… no.' The officer stammered, shooting a glance at her. 'Do you mind taking off your shades and cap so I can make an identification.'
Cagalli paused for a brief moment. 'I don't see why not.'
The officer gulped as she took off her shades and cap slowly. Cagalli watched as he looked up and down from her passport a few times before entering the information into his computer with trembling hands. A few minutes later, he placed her passport on the counter slowly. 'Thank Miss Caitir, have a nice trip at Orb.'
'Thank you.' Giving him a small smile, Cagalli put her cap and shades back on and picked up her passport. She couldn't help but notice the officer look back as she passed the booth.
Stepping into the arrival area, Cagalli couldn't help but look up, the sun shining in through the windows above. Taking a deep breath, she made her way pass the caracoles and breezed through customs with only one carry on duffle bag. When the doors slid opened, Cagalli felt her breath trapped in her throat. She almost felt dizzy as she stepped into the sunlight. Orb was always famous for it's sunshine and beaches. You could smell the ocean everywhere.
Picking up the rented car that she had pre booked before she left Birjer Jarl, Cagalli gunned the engine and steered out of the huge parking lot. She rarely drove at Orb, mainly because she always got a ride from someone. She had never really had a chance to take the public transit either since she was a public figure.
Opening all four windows, Cagalli leaned back and tried to relax as the ocean breeze whipped through her hair. She forgot how much she enjoyed driving, especially in the desert during her guerilla days.
There were a lot of things she missed. She missed the country, it only took her three years to realize that. However, what she never really missed was the Christmas here. It never felt like Christmas, despite all the merriment, the Christmas trees and stockings, not to mention the lights that covered the skyscrapers.
The Attha Manor was the prime example of Christmas deficiency The Attha's never celebrated Christmas officially since they were technically Jewish.
'Name please.'
Cagalli paused for a while before taking her shades off. 'Cagalli Yula Attha.'
'Welcome home Miss Cagalli.' The automated system said while the gates slid open.
Staring at the manor before her, Cagalli took a deep breath and steered into the boulevard. She could do this, she could come back.
'It hasn't changed much.' Cagalli whispered to herself as she cruised down the road, surveying the finely manicured lawn. The Attha Manor was still kept in its original state, that she was thankful for.
Parking the car in the shed, Cagalli stepped out and slammed the door shut while sticking her sunglasses on the top of her head. Locking her car, she walked up the stairs and put her hand on the scanner, the door clicking open immediately. They didn't change the codes either. Were they waiting for her?
Stepping inside, the door closed behind her automatically. The sun was already starting to set and rich yellow light glazed through the blinds into the meticulously clean kitchen. Mana always liked things clean and Cagalli could still remember the old lady nagging her about spilling food and water onto expensive evening gowns that she was forced to wear every now and then.
Trailing her finger tips across the spotless marble counter, Cagalli gave herself a small smile. Mana was like her Mother after she died, she knew her best when it came to being a little girl, always knew how to bring out the feminine side of her. She always hated dressing up like a girly girl, but she had to admit that after Mana dressed her up, she felt like the girl who rarely presented herself to the public.
Turning, Cagalli left the kitchen and stepped into the quiet foyer, light seeping in through the glass panels. Her heels clicked on the polished marble as she walked slowly, surveying the antique vases that belonged to her Father and the big ben clock that belonged to her Mother. Never had she thought she'd be an orphan one day, but there she was, back at home for the first time in three years without so much as a bow at their grave every year.
'I'm a terrible daughter aren't I?' Cagalli whispered. Giving the clock one more look, she turned and walked up the stairs.
'Cagalli! Come on, you look nice in a little dress!'
'I don't like dresses Mama! I don't like pink!'
'Okay, how about green?'
Cagalli smiled as memories floated in her mind.
'Cagalli! Come down! You'll hurt yourself!'
'See! It's like I'm flying!'
'Uzumi, do something!'
'Calm down! Now Cagalli, I want you to…'
'Slowly get off the rail.' Cagalli whispered. Taking a deep breath, she walked up the stairs and walked down the hallway until she reached the end. Holding onto the doorknob, she paused for a few moments before turning it, pushing the door open.
Not even an ounce of excess dust, it was like she never left. Mana really believed that she'd come back.
Walking across the hardwood floor, Cagalli caressed the cool sheets of the four poster bed. She always found this room too elegant for her, this mansion too grand. A part of her always thought she didn't belong here.
Opening the top drawer of her night stand, she reached inside and pulled out a gun. Kisaka was the one who gave her this pistol, he was the one who taught her how to shoot it.
Narrowing her eyes, Cagalli turned as she heard the click of her door.
Her Father stood there, his face as serious as usual, the kind of expression he had whenever Cagalli got herself into trouble or was planning to do something he didn't approve of, like leaving home.
Turning, she saw herself glaring at his Father.
'Cagalli, are you planning on leaving with that ship?' Her Father asked.
'Yes.' She answered without a trace of hesitation.
'Then are you planning on fighting under the name of EA against PLANT?' Her Father continued. 'Do you really want to fight in war?'
'It's not like that!' Cagalli saw herself turning around with fire in her eyes. 'Who wants war? I don't want war!'
'Then why?' Her Father asked her calmly, so calm that she failed to remember the hard slap he gave her just a few days ago.
'I just want to help them!' She saw herself cry out loud. She was always loud when she was angry, she had the kind of fire that burned inside her. 'I just want this war to end as soon as possible.'
Her Father only looked at her. 'You think by entering the war, you will be able to end it?'
She remembered Kira's words flashing through her mind at that very same moment, Kira saying that fighting will not end war, it never will. She remembered Bartfield asking her the way to end war, asking her if killing all your enemies was the right solution.
Her Father was right, killing was no the solution, it was never the solution and in return, it generated torrents of hatred.
There was a time when she thought that by fighting, war would end. Her Father was the one who made her realize that it wasn't true, that she had to know the reason behind war. Her Father was never a fighter, but he was a negotiator. She understood his beliefs, she wanted to embrace them, but in the end, she could do nothing, nothing because she was not a person of words, she was just a person of brute strength.
'Cagalli, why do you always get into trouble?' Her mother had once asked her after coming back home covered in mud after engaging in a fight with some boys.
'Because they said bad things about me!' The seven year old Cagalli had shouted.
'What bad things?' Her mother had asked her ever so gently.
'They said, they said I looked like a boy and had no brains and would only use my fist!' she had cried on the verge of tears.
'And?'
'I hit them.'
'Didn't you just prove their point?'
'But they were so mean!'
'Fighting back is not a solution Cagalli. Using your intelligence to get out of trouble is what's best.'
'But I don't know how!'
'Then we'll teach you.'
'Will I be as smart as Father, Mama?'
'You will, someday you will.'
'You have too much faith in me Mama.' Cagalli whispered. 'Your daughter's just next to being a failure.' Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath as unwanted tears made their way slowly down her cheek.
At the click of the door, Cagalli found herself whirl around and before she knew it, her arm was raised, the pistol pointing directly at Lacus Clyne's head.
Lacus Clyne, the perfect Lacus Clyne, the Lacus Clyne that had the face of a goddess, the voice of an angel and the intelligence of an experienced and successful politician, like her Father, Uzumi Nara Attha.
'You don't really hate me do you Cagalli?' Lacus asked softly.
'Cagalli, the gun's not loaded.' It was Kira, her twin brother whom she did not share a womb with, who turned out to be the ultimate coordinator. Lacus Clyne and Kira Yamato was a perfect match, they did things no one could do, they did things Cagalli herself would never have the ability to do, and Athrun… Athrun was just a whole different story, a similar story.
'Cagalli, you're pointing a gun at Lacus.' Kira said quietly.
At that, Cagalli suddenly snapped back to reality, the gun dropping from her hands. Her mind went blank as Kira walked forward. Kneeling down, he picked up the gun and stood up, giving her a brief look before turning, placing it silently on the counter top.
'Cagalli – '
Kira held his hand up, stopping Lacus. Taking a deep breath, he turned and watched as Cagalli looked down at her feet, biting her lower lip, trying not to cry. Always trying not to cry.
Without another word, Kira stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. For a split second, she just stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to react until Kira finally opened his mouth.
'It's just me.'
And the dame burst.
It's been a long time, a really long time. Kira was the only one who she could really cry into.
'You won't be alone Cagalli, you still have a brother.'
Kira was family, he would always be her family.
'The house has been empty since you left.' Lacus said as she placed three cups of tea on the coffee table in one of the manor's living room. 'Mana moved out, she couldn't bare the emptiness but she still comes to clean on a daily basis, said that if the princess came back, she wants her to come back to clean and tidy home.'
'I'm no princess.' Cagalli whispered, looking down at her reflection in the tea cup. 'I've never been.'
'Don't say that Cagalli.' Lacus said softly, sitting down. 'You did your best.'
'I'm sorry Lacus.' Cagalli said quietly, closing her eyes. 'I guess I was just jealous.'
'Jealous of what?' Kira asked.
'Just… in general.' Cagalli replied.
'There are things that you have I don't.' Lacus whispered. 'There are things that only Cagalli Yula Attha can do.'
'It's not true.' Cagalli said, sighing loudly. 'There are plenty of people out there like me, ordinary people. I… I guess I was just lucky that I ended up in Uzumi Nara Attha and Svetlai Yula Caitir hands. It was a blessing for me, they were my family, they were my rock, my Mother was my rock. They gave me the best childhood that I could possibly have.' She paused before shaking her head. 'But it wasn't a blessing for this country.'
There was a moment of silence before Kira set his cup down. 'Why are doing this? Its three years and you still can't let it go? You still can't put the past behind you? You can't blaming yourself forever you know.'
'Kira…' Lacus shook her head at him but he wouldn't heed.
'It's not like you Cagalli.' Kira said. 'It's like you to give up a fight, it's like you to just talk and not take action. It's just not like you.'
'I know.' Cagalli nodded. 'People change.'
'Don't say that.' Kira said bluntly, looking away. 'Sometimes, I just don't know whether to hug you or give a slap in the face.'
Cagalli let out a short laugh. 'Maybe you should try doing both some time.'
Sighing, Kira reached out one hand and took hers, squeezing it gently. 'What has been done, is done. You can't turn back time. It was painful, you said so yourself three years ago, but it was a thing that you needed to do, and you did it. Three years is enough for people to understand, and it's enough for Orb to forgive you for leaving.'
'I never thought I had the courage to come back.' Cagalli said softly. 'I guess, I guess I do and you're right, it is time to move on.'
'Sometimes moving on doesn't mean you have to abandon your past entirely.' Lacus said.
Cagalli took a deep breath and sighed. Adverting her eyes, she caught the miniature Christmas tree sitting on the table. 'It's Christmas.'
'It is.' Kira smiled. 'It's Christmas.'
'You think, you think Orb's forgiven me yet?' Cagalli asked, turning to Kira.
Kira smiled and shot a glance at Lacus who reached from behind the couch, taking out a long black garment bag.
'Find out for yourself.' Kira said.
Watching as Lacus unzipped the bag, Cagalli finally smiled. 'Yeah, I should.'
'Shall I call Mana?' Lacus asked with a smile.
At that, Cagalli burst out laughing as Kira wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
It was time for closure, proper closure.
'Too bad Athrun's not here.' Lunamaria said as she put the finishing touches to a fruit tart.
'Are you trying say something?' Meyrin asked, rolling her eyes.
Lunmaria sighed and put one arm around her sister. 'All I can say is, you're going to have a hard time finding someone like Athrun Zala.'
'And I have to say that Shinn Asuka is nowhere like Athrun Zala.' Meyrin said, raising her eyebrows as she lifted up the tray of fruit tarts.
'Hey gals, we're starving.' Youlan said, leaning against the entrance of the kitchen with a beer in hand.
'You just has dinner.' Lunamaria scowled, rolling her eyes. 'Turkey, remember, stuffing, remember?'
'I'm never full.' Youlan smirked, taking a fruit tart from the tray.
'Hey!' Meyrin protested as she watched Youlan stick it into his mouth.
'Might want to try strawberries next time.' Youlan winked and turned.
'Is he hitting on you?' Lunamaria asked, shooting a glance at Meyrin who was steaming.
'If he is, he's going to have a tough time anchoring.' Meyrin muttered.
Rolling her eyes, Lunamaria followed Meyrin into the living room where Shinn and Vino Dupre were watching a music video.
'I don't get guys sometimes, what's so great about metal?' Lunamaria muttered.
'It's hardcore, that's what's cool about it.' Vino sneered, swinging the beer in his hand.
'It's Christmas Day, the least you can do is watch something Christmassy.' Meyrin said, snatching the remote from Shinn who was bobbing his head against the beat.
'Hey guys, did you know Athrun Zala just filed in his resignation?' Youlan asked, cell phone in hand.
Shinn widened his eyes. 'What? On Christmas Day?'
'Yeah, that's what I got from my office.' Youlan said. 'They're busy getting the articles in for tomorrow's special, I have to go in an hour, my boss is thinking of putting together a special section for him in the next issue.'
'Aren't you just an intern?' Vino asked.
'You're point is?' Youlan shot back.
'Hey guys, shut up!' Meyrin flipped a few channels back and sat down. 'Is this…'
'Is that Attha?' Lunamaria asked, widening her eyes.
'She's back at Orb?' Youlan blinked just as his cell phone rang again.
'Oh don't tell me she's going back to the government.' Vino muttered, rolling his eyes. 'I mean seriously, can she be more wishy washy?'
'She's not going back.' Shinn said quietly, uncrossing his legs. 'She won't.'
'Since when did you know her.' Vino sneered.
Ignoring him, Shinn leaned forward and watched as Cagalli stepped up the podium in a white gown. She stood there for a moment, the cameras flashing in her eyes as she closed her eyes briefly.
Sitting herself beside Shinn, Lunamaria took his hand in his and raised her eyebrows. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and leaned back, pulling her towards him, wrapping one arm around her shoulder as the Cagalli on the screen finally opened her mouth.
'Hi everyone.' Cagalli raised her hand up awkwardly, obviously nervous. Taking a deep breath, she threw her hands up in the air. 'You know what, I asked myself a million times whether or not to step up here and talk, talk to the people Orb, on Christmas day. The last thing people need is probably a weak former leader to ruin one of the most important seasons of the year. I thought of a million things to say, a million ways to apologize for my sudden leave, but, now that I'm up here, there's nothing.
'It's not because I'm not sorry, I am, for leaving everyone in the dark, for giving myself the possibility of hating this country. But after three years, after three years under Prime Minister Owyne's leadership, I know that I've done the right thing and no matter how much you want to hate me, no matter how much you hate the Attha's for all the decisions we made in the past, all the people who died because of those decisions…. I once knew a boy who hated my guts because of my Father, because his family died right in front of him. I don't blame him for all his harsh treatments and strong words towards my family, towards my Father. I don't, I just… I just feel sorry and I know that losing loved ones during the war is the most excruciating pain one can feel, and I, Cagalli Yula Attha, sincerely apologize to everyone who things that the Attha's were responsible for your loss.'
'You still hate her?' Youlan asked, raising his eyebrows at Shinn.
Sighing, Shinn stood up. 'No, I don't. Three years is long enough.'
At Birjer Jarl, Ulrika jumped up and squealed. 'It's Yula! It's Yula!'
'Dude… she's really…' Jeryn widened her eyes at the TV.
'What's up children?' Renya came out of the kitchen with a celery stick in hand, snatching the doughnut away from Ulrika. 'You're on diet, remember? Cagalli told me to keep an eye on you while she's away.'
'Cagalli?' Orsic raised his eyebrows. 'You knew who she was?'
Renya shrugged. 'Maybe.'
'How could you not tell us?' Alix muttered, popping a beer.
Renya shrugged again. 'She wanted a new life, whatever.'
'I can't believe you.' Ulrika muttered. 'Three whole years and she couldn't have told us about her past.'
'You guys were dumb enough to not recognize her.' Renya sneered.
'Hey!' Alix pointed one finger at her. 'Everyone has their secrets.'
Rolling her eyes, Renya crossed her arms and looked at Cagalli on the screen as she gave a deep bow. She couldn't help but smile as a man with brown spiky hair walked up the podium and held out his arm, a man she knew by the name Kira Yamato. She wanted to meet him, her nephew.
'She promised that she'd come to Sigtuna this year.' Ulrika muttered, crossing her arms.
'Well, looks like she's going to stay at Orb for some time.' Jeryn said.
'I wouldn't be so sure.' Renya said, pushing herself from the wall.
Alix snorted. 'Yeah, you think she's going to take t e mid night flight back here.'
'I doubt that she's going to actually come back at all.' Orsic muttered.
'I know she will.' Renya said after a brief pause. 'She's got a new life here, a new life that had her sacrifice practically everything in the past and the Cagalli I know will not give it up.'
'You think we should start calling her Cagalli from now on?' ORisc asked.
'Really? It feels kind of strange.' Jeryn said, plopping down on the couch.
'Yeah, I mean, we know her as Yula.' Alix said.
'Well, technically speaking, Yula is her middle name.' Ulrika said thoughtfully.
'Hey,' Turning around in his seat, Orsic gave Renya a big smile. 'I know Yula's not going to come, but we can still use your cabin right?'
Renya rolled her eyes. 'The deal was if she came, I'd let you guys use the cabin.'
'No fair!' Ulrika cried, jumping up. 'Come on! You never let us use it!'
'Whoever said it was mine?' Renya asked, raising her eyebrows.
'Then who's is it?' Alix asked back.
'It was my sister's.' Renya said, uncrossing her arms.
'I thought your sister's dead.' Orisc said flatly.
Renya shrugged. 'So?'
Rolling her eyes, Jeryn crossed her arms. 'You just don't want to lend it to us.'
'Whatever you say kido.' Renya said, shrugging on her coat. 'If Cagalli comes back, I'll give it a thought.'
'You think we really should call her Cagalli?' Ulrika asked, turning to Alix
Alix shrugged. 'It's just a name, whatever.'
'Don't whatever, it's a name!' Jeryn snapped.
Shaking her head, Renya turned and left, knowing that Cagalli would come back. She always knew.
She remembered looking at him from afar during her Archangel days. He'd always look down from the lounge that overlooked the hanger, thinking. Always thinking. She liked to watch him think.
Taking a deep breath, Cagalli tried to hold back her hair as she walked up to Athrun who was standing on the beach, looking up at the starry night with his hands in both his pockets. When she stopped, he turned and looked at her. Just looked at her.
Gulping down a lump in her throat, Cagalli looked away abruptly, feeling her heart pound in her ears. It was a long time since Athrun Zala had made her blush like a teenage girl.
'My Mom…' Cagalli's voice trailed at Athrun's silence. 'My Mom always wanted a seaside wedding. She married at a rec center with my Father on a snowy night at Birjer Jarl, the one thing she regretted about the marriage.'
Athrun just stared at her silently. At that, Cagalli frowned and stepped forward, holding up the velvet box. 'You really do know how to give a girl a ring.'
Athrun raised his eyebrows as she grabbed his hand and crammed it into his palm. Stepping back, she pursed her lips in stubborn silence. Exhaling loudly, he turned away, slipping the box into his pocket. At that, Cagalli looked at him in bewilderment. 'Say something.'
'What do you want me to say?' Athrun asked, shooting her a glance.
Throwing her hands up in the air, Cagalli exhaled loudly. 'Anything! You're creeping me out!
'Since when did I have the ability to creep you out Miss Caitir.' Athrun asked politely.
Shiver ran up her spine at the name. Gritting her teeth, Cagalli took a deep breath. 'Fine, I don't know why I bothered in the first place.' Smoothing her hair back, Cagalli shot him a glare. 'Good day Mr. Zala.'
As she turned, the hem of her satin dress brushed past his arm. Snatching his hand out of his pocket, he reached out and grabbed Cagalli by the wrist and pulled her towards him in one smooth motion, capturing her lips with his. It wasn't a passionate kiss, just a soft, tender and most of all promising, it was a promising kiss.
When they parted, Cagalli couldn't only catch a glimpse of his face before he enveloped her into a tight embrace. She blinked, her mind suddenly blank. Closing her eyes, she returned the embrace, 'I'm here.'
'You're here.' Athrun whispered. Biting his lower lip, he tightened his embrace. 'IApart of me knew you'd come, but I still couldn't help but feel scared.'
'I'm sorry.' Cagalli whispered, burying her face into his shoulder. 'I'm so sorry Athrun.'
Pulling back, Athrun lifted up her left hand and slipped the ring over her fourth finger. 'I know I don't know how to give a girl a ring, but I never take back what I give out.'
Looking down, Cagalli watched as Athrun's slim fingers brushed across hers. 'Now what do we do?'
'We let things take their course.' Athrun said softly, brushing some hair out of her eyes. 'I resigned, I'm all yours now.'
Pursing her lips, Cagalli looked up at him. 'All mine?'
Athrun just smiled. 'Whatever you want. If you want to leave, I will leave with you.'
Taking a deep breath, Cagalli rested both hands on his shoulder and played with the ends of his hair absently. 'Did I ever tell you that I don't like Christmas here?'
'Not really, why?' Athrun asked.
'There's no snow.' Cagalli said, looking into his eyes. 'You want to go to place where it's really feels like Christmas?'
He was only twenty one, but after so much that has happened in the last five years, he couldn't help but feel old. The war made him strong, that was inevitable and he was grateful for it, but at the same time, it made him realize that he was weak when it came to emotions. He never really knew how to express them, nor had he ever chose the right time to make a grab. He just took everything for granted, and in the end, he paid the price for it. Three years was long enough.
'You own this cabin?' Athrun asked, watching as Cagalli made foot prints in the snow before him.
'Not really, my Mom owned it and she passed it on to me, so yeah, technically, it is mine.' Cagalli said, shrugging while holding the sides of her hat.
'It looks nice…' Athrun walked past her and looked at the big house, 'have you ever spent Christmas here?'
Cagalli rolled her eyes. 'My friends, well actually my roomies, they know that my aunt has a cabin out here in Sigtuna but what they don't know is that it's actually mine. I spent three Christmases alone in the house back at Birjer Jarl.'
Athrun turned around. 'Somehow, I knew you would.'
Cagalli shrugged. 'My roomies did want me to come here but I just never gave a damn about it. They're going to be so mad if they knew I'm here.'
'It feels like Christmas.' Athrun said, looking up, watching as the snow flurried down.
Cagalli smiled. 'Yeah, it feels like Christmas when you get to share it with someone.'
'So tell me Cagalli,' Athrun stuck his hands into the pocket of his jacket, 'did you really mean what you said when you were drunk?'
Cagalli blinked, then looked away, her lips pursed. 'I don't know, depends on what I said.'
Exhaling loudly, Athrun held his hand out. 'Well, I guess we have a lifetime to find out.'
Looking up, Cagalli lips curved into a smile as she dashed up and grabbed his hand. Leaning up, she gave him a brief but solid kiss on the lips. 'I guess we do.'
'We're not going to live here permanently right?' Athrun asked as he wrapped one arm around her shoulder.
'Uh, no, I have a job, well, I'll have job when I graduate next year.' Cagalli said as they made their way towards the double doors. 'If I want to get a job as a sports physician, I have to go back to the city.'
'Medicine huh?' Athrun nodded. 'What should I do?'
'You can always go back to school.' Cagalli said, cocking her head.
'School huh?' Athrun raised his eyebrows. 'Does sound better than ZAFT Academy training.'
Cagalli paused, the key in the hole. 'That's true.'
Placing his hand on hers, he turned the knob, smiling down at her. 'Merry Christmas Cagalli.'
Returning the smile, Cagalli pushed open the door and pulled him in. 'Merry Christmas Athrun.'
Three years, it only took them three years to close the door to their past, and open a new one for their future. They had a lifetime, and they both knew that a lifetime was all one can hope to have, and they had it and they were never go to let each other go.
They had all the future Christmases to look forward to.
End of Breaking Point
