Find the Way-Chapter Nine-Calm Before the Storm

Disclaimer: I may read chapter after chapter. I may fantasize about every character. But Mobile Suit Gundam SEED shall never be mine. All rights over the anime go to Bandai and Sunrise.

A/N: Minna-san konnichiwa! I'm so sorry for the long update, but I think this is quite fast, considering it's me we're talking about here. The truth is, nobody would update his or her stories, so I got bored. So, then I thought, 'why not update mine'. So here we are.

Expect more Japanese from me from now on, see, I've been taking Japanese classes, and I really want to practice what I've learnt. The class is awesome, so is our sensei, Louisa-sensei.

Well, the story must go on! Just read on below, and remember the click 'submit review' when you're done! I hope you will all enjoy this chapter! And please, everyone, update your stories really soon!


Lacus' POV

The sea of memories overflowed my mind, as I head Cagalli's voice for the first time in years. I felt the joy grow within me, excitement evident in my beaming eyes. "Cag-chan, it's me!" I exclaimed happily into the phone. I waited a few moments, before hearing a surprised gasp, and my name uttered in surprise. My smile grew wider.

"I know it's a little odd for me to call, and I am putting both of us in danger, but it's worth a try. I need your help, desperately. My friend, Kira, is in great peril. I have no time to explain…but I need you to somehow come to PLANT to see me." I say. When her reply comes, my eyes widen in surprise.

"What? You were in space already…you blew up your shuttle? Cagalli-chan, you're crazy, you know that, right?" I giggle slightly, hearing about her predicament. I listen to her ramble on about how the shuttle had broken down, and it wasn't her fault at all. I sigh, before interrupting her ranting.

"Cag-chan, at least you're alright, and that's all that matters. Don't worry, I'll have someone come and rescue you. You should really be more careful, who knows what we'd do if anything happened to you. Oh, and you can't tell anyone about my friend, otherwise you'll be killed. Until next time," I hung up abruptly, just to annoy her. The happiness swelled inside of me. I ran to my limo, but stopped dead when I saw a raven-haired man standing beside Andrea. My breath froze in my throat, and fear made my blood run cold.

"Dullindal-sama…"


Mwu's POV

"Murrue-san! Open up the door or I will personally shoot it down!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the locked door for the hundredth time. The captain had made her way to the room after yet another fight with Natarle-san, and hadn't come out for 5 hours straight. I was worried, although I didn't show it.

After waiting 10 more minutes, I lost my patience.

"OPEN UP NOW OR I'LL…GAHH!" I cried when the door finally slid open, but as I'd been leaning my full weight on the door, I fell to the floor with a resounding thud.

"Oww…" I mumbled, looking up. A blush quickly made it's way on my cheeks, I turned several shades redder then the ZAFT elite uniform.

Murrue was in her nightgown, which was a light summer-y blue. It had half-sleeves, and a low neck, showing her cleavage. The nightgown fell to just above her knees. When I had fell, she had backed away in surprise, but my head had landed in the middle of her legs. So when I looked up, I saw straight up, under her nightgown.

"uhmm…" I gulp, and we both jump up.

Murrue's hair was feral, jutting out in several directions. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and a bright red blush lined her cheeks, mirroring mine. She was cute when she blushed.

"Hentai!" she cried slapping me hard on the cheek. I grimaced and rubbed it tenderly.

"What was that for?" I yelped, backing into the wall, shaking in fright.

"For being a hentai!" she screeched.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! I fell! And I did that only because you wouldn't open the damned door, I've been pounding the door for what? An hour?" I snapped, still blushing profusely.

"You were?" she asks arching her eyebrow, shooting me a questioning look.

"Hell yeah! Why didn't you open to door?" I ask irritably.

"I'm sorry, Mwu-kun, I fell asleep, and well…" she averted her eyes.

"What!?!? You were ASLEEP while I was worrying my head off that you were depressed, or stressed, or sick??? You were sleeping!?!?" I exploded, shaking my fist at her.

"Oh! Mwu-kun, you were worried about me? I'm so sorry…" she looked at me with puppy-dog-eyes.

"I-it's okay, Murrue…" We stared into each other's eyes in silence. Before I scratched my head. "Uh, Murrue-san, why are we acting like those good-for-nothing-teenagers?"

Silence followed my statement, until we both burst into fits of laughter. A few minutes later, we calmed ourselves, and she sat down on her bed, motioning for me to follow suit.

I obediently sat down by her side, staring down at the floor. A few more minutes of silence slowly flew by, but it wasn't uncomfortable, It's just right, being by her side, surrounded by the darkness.

"So, Mwu-kun, what do you think we should do? We can't leave Kira-kun there all by himself…I was so certain before, but now, I'm just clueless…" she mutters, looking at me seriously. I sigh, bringing up my gaze to meet hers.

"I don't know either, Le Crueset will be able to destroy us in an instant, without the Strike there to protect us. I might be the man who can make the impossible possible, but the kids the miracle worker. He's amazing, even for a coordinator. We're sitting ducks without him, emotionally, too. And that damned commander will be able to sense me too…" I say angrily.

Murrue looks at me questioningly. "Sense…?"

I nod and look away.

"Yes, I can sense him, and he can sense me. I don't know why though." I explain calmly.

"I see," she looks down at her feet. "Mwu-kun…I really screwed up, didn't I…?" her voice seemed distant, and her eyes filled with tears.

"Murrue-san…"

"I did! I was the one who pushed him into the Strike…I was the one who convinced him to pilot it…It's all my fault, right?" She starts to tremble.

"Murrue-san, it was all our faults…mine too. I was the one who dragged him into the world of warfare, thaught him all the horrifying rules. It was all our faults, but regardless; the kid chose to fight alongside us, to protect us, now, we must find a way to protect him in return." I brush her hair from her face, and stare into the depths of her eyes.

"Mwu-kun…I believe we'll find the way." She laces her hands around my neck, and looks up to me with all the affection the world could have etched on her smile. Then, our lips meet in a passionate kiss.


Dullindal's POV

She stood there, frozen. A smirk crosses my lips, amused.

"Clyne-san, it's been a long time, hasn't it?" I ask slyly.

"Y-yes Dullindal-sama! I've missed you. But what brings you here?" She replied automatically, a hint of bitterness laced in her voice.

"I was just driving by, when I saw your limo parked here. Are you alright?" I step closer to her, and she tenses.

"Yes, I was just going for a walk in the woods, to lighten up the mood." She explains quickly.

"In the pouring rain?" I question skeptically, her glamorous dress is soaked, her normally perfect hair is tangled and in knots, making look like a poor, uneducated women. But her periwinkle eyes still shone with dignity, and her stance was graceful, giving her the refined, courteous look she always had.

"Oh, yes, you see, I didn't expect it to start raining so suddenly…so I got drenched, as you can see." She flashed me the quickest excuse that crossed her mind.

"The weather channel has absolutely to role in this, I presume?" I say, tossing back my long hair. I laugh at her shocked expression. "I was joking, dear, why don't we go for another walk, now that it's not raining."

She hesitates, but takes my offer. We walk along the close-by river, side by side, surrounded by silence. When we reach a secluded area, a place concealed with trees, I grab her by her dawn-tinted hair and drag her in.

"Little bitch!" I hiss to her, tugging her hair. "You gave a speech at the council for his favor? You miserable, miserable girl! Don't ever talk to him again, or her, understand? Otherwise I will be forced to kill you. If Murata-sama finds out about this…just do what your supposed to do, nothing else. One more failure, and I won't hesitate to drive my pocketknife into your small neck."

She nods feebly, and I smile down sadly at her.

"I'm sorry, princess…but you know I had to do this. The world is putting a lot of pressure on us, the 'corrupt'. I'm really sorry, itoshii…" I stare down at the floor.

She stares up at me, with understanding eyes. Slowly, she wraps her arms around me, in a light embrace. I pull her closer, and heave a large sigh.

"I'm also sorry I must oppose you like this, ojii-san," she mumbles, calling me a name from far back.

"It's okay, Lacus-chan. You'll just see."


Miriallia's POV

I lay down to sleep, exhausted. Needless to say, life in the military was seriously nerve-wracking. But I guess I'm better off then others like Kira-kun. Kira-kun…I wonder how he's doing right now? I hope their treating him well.

Here on the Archangel, everything's changed. Captain Ramius keeps to herself, if she's not fighting with her second-in-command. Commander La Fllaga has stopped cracking jokes at just about anything. Fllay-san has been in her room when she's not doing the odd jobs around the Archangel. Sai-kun…he's just been keeping himself busy, but I'm still worried. Tolle-chan has abandoned his clumsiness, and although he tries to crack one of his normal jokes now and then, their not like the ones he used to tell, and he's beside himself with worry for his best friend. Kuzzey-kun is the same as always, but his eyes looked a little troubled.

As for me…I don't know how I am. I miss Kira-kun so much…but I want to keep up a level of normalcy right now.

I sigh, turning to my side, clamping my eyes shut, falling into a restless sleep.


At the Supreme Council

The Senators filed into the hall, and promptly took their seats. Many turned to whisper amongst themselves on the upcoming meeting. All mumbling ceased however when a tall man with graying hair walked in. The man was balding slightly, and his eyes were a pale gray (A/N: Is that wrong? I don't know his eye color, so can anyone please tell me?), his face aged and wrinkled. His body was uptight, and his expression was usually stern; but whenever he gave one of his rare smiles, they lifted the spirit of those around him, and the kind gentle look in his eyes were engraved into ever heart of his friends and family, even though that side of him was very rarely seen.

Patrick Zala cleared his throat, and swept a glance of the hall, before speaking. His voice was gruff and serious.

"The meeting may commence." He seated himself beside Siegal Clyne, and nodded. Abruptly, the council broke out into an argument, much was to be discussed; the EA had yet again sent another 'outrageous' proposal for peace. There had begun to be an increase in the number of the terrorist attacks, terrorizing the PLANT nation internally. The Blue Cosmo's were up to no good, slowly increasing their attacks on ZAFT bases in earth. Not to mention the captured pilot. Gilbert Dullindal had also wished to speak with them on some issue.

The council immediately rejected the proposal; how could the earth forces even think to speak to them like they were children? Their foolish taunts could not get anywhere. They decided the only thing they could do about the terrorist attacks was to strengthen the protection. For the Blue Cosmo's, they couldn't do much yet. For the captured pilot, it wasn't centered as much on the boy, but on the attention he was getting. News about him was going to spread soon, no doubt. Now the Lacus had made her speech just yesterday. But no matter; they could cover up what Lacus was saying with excuses like 'He was being manipulated'. At this turn in the discussion, Senator Clyne (A/N: Yes, only a Senator, how do I explain this? Siegal was chairman just until Patrick won the election 2 days ago, although not mentioned in the plot, since I found the election irrelevant until now, and later. I know that normally they wouldn't go to business so soon, but there was this terrorist attack, so they met then, and Lacus walked in after the discussion was over. Get it? I know this is a major flaw here, but oh well. And I know he left after, but I needed him, so he now plays the role Patrick used to play before.) was rather uneasy, and many were concerned. This was his daughter they were talking about, but it had to be done. After the had formed that conclusion, they paused. Silence fell upon the room, and a minute passed by before Chairman Zala ordered the guards to get Gilbert Dullindal in.

The man walked quickly into the room gracefully, and confidently. He faced the council and smiled.

"State your presence," said Chairman Zala indifferently.

"Ah, yes, Chairman. I am here to discuss with you an important issue, none other then what we call the 'legged' ship." Dullindal said smoothly.

The council turned to face him, faces bewildered.

"That 'issue' is being dealt with by Le Creusets commando team." Said Senator Jule. She had platinum blond hair matching her sons. Her eyes were a clear blue, like the deep waters of the ocean. Her faces was stern, but she had hidden beauty, and her eyes were affectionate.

"Yes, but that team seems to be having trouble. We have to finish the 'legged' ship right now, otherwise we shall hang our heads in shame when they and the Earth Forces reign victorious over us, and killing our hopes and dreams for fulfillment a freedom, our scientific progress will be reduced to nothing. It is our manifest destiny for us to prevail, and the naturals to fail. Fail miserably, and perish in the seas of regret…the regret of ever opposing us, the coordinators!"

The council listened, intrigued. Senator Clyne stood up abruptly, wearing an outraged expression on his face that many had not yet seen before.

"You mean to wipe out the natural population completely? That will kill us all…our population is already decreasing steadily, we'll condemn ourselves if we do away with them! Besides, we want to gain freedom, not to kill the naturals."

"Ah, but how do you know that a child needs a womb to be created?" the raven-haired mans words left a silence in their wake. The members of the council looked stunned.

"Dullindal! We've tried that and it has failed! Hibiki's son was created, but was killed. You know that perfectly well…it's not worth another try, throwing away unborn lives." Spoke Senator Amalfi heatedly.

"I understand your concern, Senator," said Dullindal calmly. "But the project did succeed, and that's the point. The child is indeed dead, but if we search through Mendal, we can find Hibiki's records. Let's not give up hope, shall we? Now will you assist me and put an end to the Legged Ship once and for all?"

Everyone turned to look at Chairman, who thought for a moment, before giving his consent.

"Yes, Dullindal, we shall provide our assistance."

A smiled curved Dullindals lips, and he leaned forwards.

"Very well. Let Operation Angel Down commence."


Blue Cosmo's and the Atlantic Federation meeting hall

"Azreal-sama! What are you suggesting? We created that ship, even if they have a coordinator child, or used too, we cannot harm them, as in combat. They'll find their way to Alaska soon, and we will court martial them!" Exclaimed an elderly man in his 60s. His face was soft, aged with time. His short hair was gray. The man was muscular, and broad. His eyes were soft amber that always felt some emotion. Rarely anger. Rather, they radiated with all the happiness, love, care, sadness, pain, and protectiveness the world could hold. Many wondered why he had joined the militia, especially the Blue Cosmo's. Many would label him 'traitor' the second they looked into his amber orbs. But he was the most loyal member they had, so he had demonstrated. But his demeanor was still soft, and his arguments always spoke of justice. Indeed, this man was one strange case.

"Lieutenant Gandolf, they are bound to betray us at some point. In which case, it's better to betray them before they can betray us, am I correct?" Murata Azreal thumped his fingers on the desk as he spoke. The young man had blonde hair; his eyes were a cruel sapphire. Many looked into them and froze; it was as if his eyes were ice. They were filled with anger, but not hot anger, rather, this anger was chilling. It was an anger that caused its victim to freeze. To lose all emotion; all feeling. Just to freeze until he or she could move no more, and die because of the cold. Yes, Murata Azreal preferred to chill rather then burn. And right now, he wanted to freeze an angel.

Gandolf looked as if he were about to protest, but bit back his words. The rest of the council was silent, considering the proposal.

Finally, they consented. Murata smiled. So far, so good.

"Alright, Operation Satan will commence shortly."


Athrun's POV

The doctors rushed in the room, immediately shoving me out the door. I bit my lip in frustration, as I began to shake in worry. The doctor placed Kira back on the bed, connecting him to the heart machines. He still had a pulse, which was on the low side, but not too low. That's a good sign, right?

They quickly placed an oxygen mark over his mouth and nose, but it didn't do much good. They continued to work for countless moments, until the doctor shook her hair back, nodded to her companions, and exited the room.

She walked up to me slowly. Heaving a deep breath, I turned to face her.

"What's wrong with him?" I ask.

"We're not sure, he's started to breathe again, but we're keeping the mask on just in case. It seems there is more to his condition then we first thought. I'm sorry to say this, but we don't know if he'll make it. But in his situation, that wouldn't be so bad now would it? Please excuse me." She walked away. I exhaled deeply

'You will live, Kira…I'll protect you.' I thought. I walked back into his room and seated myself by his side. I sat still for eternity, hoping for the one last hope I had not to be destroyed.

Kira…


Life Pod-Dream

"Isn't the sun pretty, Cag-chan?" asked a four year old girl brightly. Her rosy pink hair fell a little past her shoulders, the front whisps a little short. Her sapphire eyes resembled the sky so clearly, her best friend often wondered if she was an angel. The girl stood gracefully, even at her young age. She wore a blue dress that fell to her knees, and was attached to her shoulders by small straps.

"Yes, Lacy-chan, the sun is cute!" laughed the little girl standing beside 'Lacy-chan'. Unlike her best friend, she wore a pink shirt, and cream-coloured pants. Her blonde hair was short, it fell to her neck, in a boyish cut. She was already a tomboy. Her eyes were a dark amber, that to her best friend resembled many fields, or meadows, miles and miles of them. It was often said that her eyes spoke of many fields, all radiating with hope.

"Girls, lemonade!" called Mrs.Clyne. The two little girls gasped with delight and ran towards the table, jumping into seats.

Alice Clyne smiled down at both of the children.She, like her daughter had pink hair, which fell to her waist. Her eyes however, were a light brown.

"You're Uncle is visiting," she informed the girls happily. Both of them once again gasped in delight. Alice bit back a laugh. They loved their uncle. He really was good with children.

As if on cue, the man walked out into the backyard.

"UNCLE DULLY!!!" both girls squealed, throwing themselves into his arms.

"Well, well," he said, clearly amused. "Hey kiddos, you two have grown, it's been a long time."

Cag-chan nodded enthusiastically. "I've been longing to see you, Uncle Dully! Will you take us to the beach again?"

The raven-haired uncle laughed and lifted her into his arms. "Anything for you, itoshii."

Cagalli stirred in her sleep. Sweat trickled down her face, and she inhaled fiercely.

"No…" she told herself. "I cannot allow myself to live in the past, when my futures in my hands…"

Yet the blonde could not banish the childhood memories, of a brighter time. She had been so naïve back then. So happy. So foolish. She had allowed her best friend to be ripped away from her, and by the man she idolized more then anything else.

She could not run away any longer, the past was catching up to her, no matter how fast she ran.

She knew that neither she or Lacus could escape the shadows now…even if they did, they'd have to contend with the skies of peril looming ahead. They were trapped, they were lost.

They were doomed.


A/N: Here is chapter nine. I hope you are happy, I slaved over this for a month. A month! Editing, writing, re-writing. And I got serious writer's block. I'm proud of this chapter, I worked really hard on it. I know there are many questions, that I intended to answer now, but I'm tired of typing endlessly. I'll explain my twisted plot line later. For those of you who have seen my profile, you know what happens next chapter…or do you? It's going to take me a long time to type all that…it's going to be a very long chapter. And a plot twist. The story will really start in Chapter 10.

Please don't hesitate to ask questions or give feedback. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, again,

Minna-san sayoonara!