Chapter 10: "For you I will fight"

It's been 3 months, I know. I apologize to any who faithfully read this. Please tell whoever. a new chapter has arrived. AND see if you can guess the song the title came from. ENJOY!

"So you came all the way down here to tell me that you've still haven't manned up?" His father had his hands folded in front of him as he leaned back in his desk chair. His gaze was cold- but that wasn't a surprise- and tired.

"I thought you could help me," Athrun said through gritted teeth. "Could you please stop with the scolding and try to be understanding? Could you give me some fatherly advice? Something?"

Patrick Zala sat up, hands crossed on his desk now. "Aren't you too late?" he said plainly. "You let your family slip away. They're his now, and have been for-"

Athrun slammed his palms down on the desk. The picture frames, the mug, and the lamp all rattled. Patrick, however, still carried his calm and cold demeanor.

"No they are not!" Athrun's nostril flared. "Kira is my son, and Cagalli's heart belongs to me, and mine belong to her!"

"Yet, you let her go marry that Seiran…"

"Father," he tried to muffle his exasperation, "I can't do anything about that now. I tried to stop it, you know I did, but she went along with it anyway...it's…I just need your help in cleaning up the damage. Is there something you can- we- can do to help my son, so that Cagalli doesn't have to remain that man's wife. He isn't good for her. He treats her like crap. She doesn't need to stay married to him any longer…KZ is looking better, and if he gets bad symptoms again…There has to be another option other than the Seirans."

"You come here thinking I can just help you clean up you, and that girl's, mess? You should've came months ago…before the wedding, but you're always fickle, and tried to handle things on your own; things that you can't handle. You're trying to break up a marriage. Has the girl even agreed to this? You don't know what type of prenuptial agreement they have between them, or if there is one. You don't their assets. Not to mention the mess of actually getting a divorce. "

Athrun backed away from the desk and began pacing in front of it. He brushed his hand through his hair, his eyes concentrated on the floor.

"Father, I know," he said. "But she wants to be with me…"Athrun sighed. "Before the explosion, we've been sneaking-"

Patrick raised his hand. "I don't want to hear about your affair."

"But-"

"And what about her father? News circulated that he finally came out of his coma…bother him."

"Father, he's still hospitalized. He doesn't need any added stress in his condition. Besides, he supports her no matter what, even if he doesn't agree with her…"

"Fool," Patrick whispered.

Athrun's pace became slower, and his gaze, filled with distress, now focused on the ceiling.

"How can you expect to win when you're in no position to?" Athrun's fixed his eyes on Patrick. "You're a security guard trying to beat a politician," his father continued.

Athrun raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to…"

Patrick rubbed his temple before heaving a sigh.

"It's more efficient to fight from the inside," he looked Athrun in the eyes. "I'm appointing you to SR's House Liaison."

BAM! Because his family had got hurt.

BAM! Because there wasn't any warning!

BAM! Because he had hurt Lacus!

BAM! For not knowing the whereabouts of his sister!

BAM! For not watching her back.

Kira's hands were clenched into fist. His nails dug into his palms, blood sticking to the crevices. His knuckles, white and protruding, were ruby stained. Kira's opponent was on his knees. His hand covered his nose and mouth. Blood seeped through the cracks of his fingers, trickling to his wrist. He looked up at Kira with fire burning in his eyes. Yet, his glare did not match Kira's blazing inferno.

"I could have you killed," Shinn growled.

It was true. Shinn had followers, knew bad people, all over Orb, Heliopolis and Onogoro. In a snap he could have a hit out for Kira, but Shinn was too proud. At the moment they were alone in an abandoned building's garage- a place where Shinn organized a lot of his products. At times, when there, Shinn preferred to count, weigh, and sort his merchandise alone. He had a clearer head, thus working quickly and more effectively. It was one of those days.

"And I could kill you right now," Kira said. "What are you saying to me Asuka?"

Shinn spat on the ground.

"It'd be better if you did-"

"If I was anyone else maybe I would," Kira said. "If I was afraid for me life, maybe. I didn't wanna have to come here, Shinn."

Shinn's fist slammed against the concrete ground. Again and again.

"What do you want from me, man!?" he attempted to stand, but his legs wobbled and he found himself back on his knees. "I told you I don't know!"

Kira swiftly gripped Shinn up by the collar- he was now on his feet- and repeatedly punched him in the middle of his face. Blood splattered onto his shirt, his face, and dripped down Shinn's face to his neck, and eventually staining his white T.

"Stop fucking lying," Kira's fist dug into Shinn's abdomen. A loud gasp escaped him "She could've died, my nephew could have died." Kira's knee made contact with Shinn's manhood. He was back on the ground.

"I've been here long enough; you're not the only one on my list. Warn whoever you want, but I'm coming for all of those associated in this game. I'm done playing. You knew there were people plotting something against the Seirans, you knew Cagalli would be involved; you didn't even bother to warn us. You knew her, worked with her and you let her get hurt. Who was talking, Shinn? Who? You fucking know," his foot met Shinn's side.

"I…" His eyes stung. Thank God no one came by. What would they think to see him in this position? Would his cred be lost? Would they understand, because everyone knew what Kira was capable of? But they knew what Shinn was capable of too. Maybe if Kira wasn't burning with rage, and maybe if the thought of Cagalli being bloody and bandaged stopped playing in his head then the fight would have turned out differently.

"You know what happens to rats," Shinn said. "They see me like this, and then they see you coming for them…man, you put it together."

"You won't be the only one like this."

"But I'm the only one who'll let you live."

Kira was silent. His face void of anything but disdain. It made Shinn's stomach turn.

"What is your little mission going to do, Yamato? It won't change people's minds. We had this talk already. You just have to deal with the fact that she isn't safe as long as she's one of them. You can't help her on the streets."

"We don't need to have the talk again," Kira said. "I don't want to discuss anything else, just answer my question." His fists clenched.

"And if I don't?"

"I have plenty of stamina."

It was silent between both of them. Shinn stared intently at the ground. Kira patiently looked at him.

"I don't know who was responsible for the recent explosion, but it wasn't brought about from our turf."

Kira nodded.

"Clean yourself up," he said. "You're coming with me."

She sat silently on the edge of the twin sized bed. Her eyes fixed on the tacky tan and yellow wallpaper. She couldn't quite make out the pattern. Horses, swirls and stripes? The room was quiet, but it was always quiet. Even Little Kira, who colored beside her, didn't make much noise there. It was just them, the bed, a lamp on a night stand, a small refrigerator, a box TV, a door that led to a very small bathroom, and four corners. No Athrun, no Kira…and barely even Yuna, but that part wasn't so bad. It had been that way for a week and a half.

The days she had spent in the hospital were livelier. She saw her father then. The thought made her heart skip. He was in a haze though…they said it'd be a while before he could properly function again.

But how long do I have to be here? she thought.

Maybe it would be more bearable if she could hear Athrun's voice, but she wasn't allowed to contact anyone. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed.

Yuna paced the halls of the parliament building. The left wing, the right wing, through the lobby. He didn't notice the passing stares; his own gaze was fixed either on the tip of his shoes, or the white ceiling. From the outside he looked like he was sleep walking, but inside he harbored a tornado of emotions.

The good was that his wife was well. She had many bruises, gashes and scratches, but, aside from a minor concussion, nothing too serious. She had also sprained her foot, but not so badly that it won't heal up in a week or two. And Little Kira was fine…yet, that was the problem.

His heart pounded. What was he to do? He hadn't spoken a word to anyone, not even his father. He had to pay the doctor off to keep his mouth shut (along with a threat or two), and he had to get Cagalli out of there quick. All she knows is that Kira wasn't injured. She didn't know about the exams performed on him; he didn't know if he'd tell her.

Kira Zala had acquired the positive strain of CTV. He would no longer be sick. He would no longer need their medication, or their doctors. He would no longer need the Seirans. Cagalli would no longer need the Seirans.

I could lose my wife, Yuna thought. No! Everything I've been working for is not going to get ruined now. I have to talk to Father about this. The boy has to seem sick somehow. I have to get her to stay somehow-

Yuna's head had collided with someone else's. His eyes were shut tight as he rubbed his temple.

"You should really pay attention," the voice was disgustingly familiar.

Yuna's eyes slowly opened to reveal Athrun, clad in a black suit and tie with a briefcase in hand, staring blankly at him.

"What are you-"

"I don't have time to chat," Athrun said. "I need to get settled into my office."

The tornado became a hurricane.

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