Thanks to Saki-Hime for reviewing :D and don't worry, Cagalli would never let Athrun take the fall for anything that wasn't his fault (I think). Here's chapter 8! I know it's very short, but I don't want too much to happen in one chapter, otherwise things get confusing.
Please tell me what you think I should do for the next chapter :3
Chapter eight
Cagalli frowned, thinking hard. She couldn't possibly trust these people – who had just recently captured her, she might add – with the real reason of why she was with a ZAFT vessel, but she couldn't let anything happen to Athrun either.
She clenched her fists angrily. She hated being caught in a catch 22! Growling low in her throat, Cagalli raised her eyes to glare at the captain of the Archangel. Ramius just met the younger girl's glare with a cool look of her own, her expression carefully blank.
"Athrun didn't kidnap me," the blonde ground out through clenched teeth. "I left on my own accord."
"You boarded an enemy ship of your own free will?" Captain Ramius raised an eyebrow, laying her hands flat on her desk.
Cagalli nodded tersely. "I refused to be a prisoner in my own home. I left with Athrun purely based on my own decision."
"A prisoner in your own home, hmm?" the older woman said musingly, mainly to herself. She then turned her attention to Kira, who stood silently beside her desk. His expression was troubled, though Cagalli couldn't figure out why. "Kira? Maybe you could explain that?"
The brunette boy looked at his captain questioningly, almost as if asking permission for something. Ramius nodded slightly, and he drew a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
Both Cagalli and Athrun's confusion mounted when Kira approached them, unfolding them piece of paper slowly. Cagalli saw that the page was in fact an old photograph, one that had been folded and refolded many times. It was worn around the edges and the creases were started to tear.
"I think," the boy's lilac eyes held an emotion Cagalli couldn't identify as he offered the photograph to her, "this might be the reason your father never wanted you to leave the estate."
Cagalli hesitantly took the faded picture from Kira and looked down at it, frowning. The photo was of a woman in a hospital bed, holding a pair of newborn twins. She had brown hair and was smiling radiantly, every bit the proud mother. The babies she held nestled in her arms must have barely been a day old each – they both still had their eyes closed, and were wrapped up tightly in blue receiving blankets.
Cagalli's frown deepened. She didn't understand what the picture had to do with anything. One of the babies in the picture had a light dusting of brown hair atop its head, while its twin was blonde. She glanced up at Kira, who gave her a beseeching look. Cagalli flipped the photograph around. Two names were scrawled over the back in flowing script.
Cagalli and Kira
Cagalli's heart skipped a beat. Her breath shortened suddenly as her eyes widened. She looked up at Kira again, wanting an explanation. Kira offered her a gentle smile.
"My mother gave me that picture just before she died. She told me that I had a twin sister she had been forced to give up for adoption," he explained, his voice quiet. Cagalli looked back down at the photograph, at the twins held in their mother's arms. "She wanted me to find her, reconnect with my lost sibling."
Kira paused for a moment. Cagalli's mind was reeling. If what Kira was implying was true…then she had a brother. He was her brother.
As if confirming her suspicions, Kira added, "I think the reason your father kept you locked up all this time was so you would never meet the brother you were supposed to have. So you would never have had the chance to meet me."
