Sorry for the long wait, but hey...life. If you're still interested keep reading, and as long as I know you're reading I'll upload another chapter. Just hang on. I haven't given up yet (hopefully I won't). Well here you go...

Chapter 9: "We were meant to be, supposed to be"

Kira had to go, so it was up to Athrun to grab the doctors. Athrun would do that first then call Cagalli, but when the two of them exited Uzumi's room, they were like two deer in headlights. Hearts pounded, sweat dripped, and mouths hung agape, as two stretchers passed them in the hall. It was like a dream—-a horrific dream—-and Athrun couldn't believe what he saw. It couldn't have been true. That couldn't have been Cagalli, bloody, bruised and unconscious, lying on that gurney. That couldn't have been Little Kira passed out on the second stretcher. It couldn't have been. Then Yuna stormed passed them, looking as if he was about to vomit and cry at the same time, and Athrun nightmares came true.

Kira never felt so stuck in his life. He continued to stand there, watching as the doctors took his sister and nephew into two separate rooms. Watching as Yuna looked bamboozled before settling in the room where the doctors took Cagalli. It was when Athrun began pushing him in the opposite direction that Kira snapped out of it.

"I'm going to find out what happened," Athrun had told him. "I promise I'll inform you, but you have to go be with Flay."

With hesitation, Kira turned on his heel, and ran to the elevator.

Athrun had ran down the hall. Without a second thought he ran into the room where they took Little Kira. They questioned him, but he ensured them that he was the father. They held reluctant expressions, even after he provided identification, but none the less let Athrun in the room. It must have been the worry etched on his face, because one of the nurses looked as if she wanted to cry for him. He had stood in the back, behind them, pacing, as they examined his son. His hands dug into his scalp, and his heart was about to burst through his shirt.

"He's fine," the doctor told him. "He had very few minor scratches, but he's fine. His mother must've shielded him. The shock of it all, or a minor collision to the head, may be the reason why he's unconscious. We checked his breathing, we checked his heart rate...everything will be alright, Mr. Zala."

Athrun felt like ten tons had lifted off of his shoulders. Yet, another uneasiness swept over him...Cagalli, and what happened to them.

"His mother...she was bleeding," Athrun's words got stuck in his throat. "I don't understand—-what happened to her?"

The doctor looked at him perplexed. "There was an explosion," he said matter-of-factly. "It was breaking news. Someone bombed the Seiran Manor."

At that moment Athrun truly was lost for words. He didn't notice when the doctor left the room, and, for what felt like hours, he stood in the same spot, mouth agape as he stared at Little Kira's unconscious body.

Eventually, Athrun had made his way to his son's bedside. He held his hand as the boy slept, peacefully. Athrun's mind was at ease that Kira was alright, but the image of Cagalli on the stretcher...blood...blood...it wouldn't go away, and it was taking all of his strength not to run across the hall into her hospital room. Yet, he knew he couldn't. Her husband was in there. Their son was in here. Athrun's heart was torn.


He didn't know when he had fell asleep, but he was glad to hear the sound of his son's voice. Athrun's eyes opened and he slowly lifted his head off of the hospital bed. KZ was sitting up smiling at his father. Athrun returned the smile. The boy then turned and pointed ahead...he pointed to Yuna who was standing at the end of the bed. Athrun swiftly sat up.

"I'm glad to see he's alright," Yuna said.

"I am too."

"Well...since you're here, and awake, I guess I'll make my leave—-"

"How is Cagalli?" Athrun said hastily.

Yuna stopped, but did not look at Athrun, and—-in Athrun's opinion—-was quiet for too long.

"Don't concern yourself with my wife," there was venom in his tone.

Athrun fell silent for a moment, but only for a moment before jumping out of his seat and making his way towards Yuna until the two were chest to chest, face to face. Athrun swore he saw Yuna twitch, but that fact gave him satisfaction.

"If you don't get out of—-"

"I'm tired of you," Athrun said. "You don't own her. She may be yours on paper, but who do you think owns her heart? You? You have no idea what we had. You'll never feel what I felt with her. All you did was break up a happy family. Congratulations."

Steam was shooting from Yuna's ears. His face was beet red, and his fists were in balls. Athrun smirked momentarily. Yuna's face and the way he trembled was a sight to see.

"Did the truth hit a nerve?" Athrun grinned.

"She's mine...you won't have her anymore...ever." Yuna growled.

"You don't have her heart, so you don't have her."

Yuna's eyes enlarged, and his nostrils flared. He raised his arm, aiming his fists to Athrun's face. In a swift motion Athrun moved in the opposite direction, tripping Yuna along the way. Athrun gripped his falling body by the arm and twisted it. Yuna groaned.

"I could do some real damage," Athrun pulled at his arm, "but my son is watching. You won't ever win in a fight against me, so just quit while you're ahead." He pushed him.

Yuna caught himself from falling. He stood up and straightened his jacket.

"This is my family's hospital...I think it's time you leave," Yuna said.

"Are you going to throw me out?"

"I'll have you put out!"

Athrun opened his mouth to say something, but before he could utter a single word the door came flying open. Everyone's attention turned to the panting man in the green scrubs at the doorway.

"Sir! Your wife...she's awake and responsive!"


Kira stood in the hall looking through the giant window at the dozen of babies as they slept. His eyes surveyed the lot, but kept meeting the small figure wrapped in thee blue blanket directly in front of him. The baby with the messy brown hair…

"I know he is small, but I see you in him."

Kira nearly jumped out of his skin. He didn't hear any indication of someone approaching. His heart pounded rapidly when Lacus stood near him. She smiled, but didn't say anything else. She turned to face the newborn. However, his wide eyes never left her.

"Lacus, I'm—-"

"Don't say anything, please," she said. "At least...not right now."


Yuna sat on a bench outside of the room where now Cagalli and Little Kira resided. The two were asleep, and Yuna needed the peace. He cursed himself for feeling remorse over throwing Athrun out. Maybe the remorse wasn't for Athrun, but for Kira who more than likely wanted the presence of his father...Especially when the doctors began running tests. He was with his mother now though...and Athrun deserved it. Yuna threw his head back and sighed.

Footsteps could be heard from down the hall, and soon the doctor who, not long ago, examined Kira was standing in front of Cagalli's door. He was peering through the small window.

"It's good that they rest," Yuna said.

"You're correct," the doctor faced him. "I just had some news I wanted to inform her."

"What you can say to her you can say to me," it came out bitterly.

"The child's blood sample showed results of the CTV...it...it's affecting his cells differently than what we have on record. What was thought to be a negative reaction seems to be—-"

"What are you saying?"

"We believe that the child's immense sick days are over and that has been carrying the positive strain—-perhaps developed it over time."

I know, I know...rushed, but I did want to upload it for you readers. I hope it was still enjoyable. Don't forget to drop your thoughts. Later.