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Phase 10:

The Fangs Of The Nemesis

"Ugh!" Yzak growled as his and Dearka's gundam were being transported to some African base. He hated the desert and everything that had to do with the desert, but that was more to the fact that he couldn't fix his S.O. to operate in the sand and he refused to let any one help him. He wanted to solve it on his own and he also refused to let anyone rewrite Dearka's S.O., which only annoyed the blonde to no end.

"Shut-it," Dearka sighed, picking the dirt from out from under his finger nails.

Yzak didn't bother to respond as he glared out the window. He was almost blinded by the reflection of the golden sand. Why did Commander Creuset want us to come to the desert? He thought, letting out a glare.

"Geez, baby, It's just sand!" Dearka glared at his best friend, wondering why in the hell he was friends with him. "It isn't going to kill you." Yzak turned to Dearka as if to tell him to shut the fuck up. "I don't know why you are so upset. We get to meet the Famous Desert Tiger."

Yzak wanted to kill Dearka right at that moment. It wasn't often that someone made him feel like an idiot or some immature child, which at that very moment he was being. It was then that he wanted to ring Dearka's neck. No one made him feel like a idiot. He wasn't an idiot! He was a top of the line pilot as so he told himself. There was no one better than him. "Whatever!"

Having her eyes closed, Kira took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. She didn't know why she was freaking out. It was a simple training exercise that Ryu had her do every morning. It was simply a test to see if she could sense the other people in the room; however, at that moment, everything was a blur and everything blended together for some odd reason she couldn't describe. There were just too many people in the room for her to separate them all…or was it sometime else.

She almost jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Relax. I don't know why you bother with that stupid exercise." The face that Andrew made was priceless.

"Ryu, told-"

"Never liked the guy," Andrew commented, releasing Kira's shoulder. He took a breath, "he is a total creep." He didn't explain.

"But if I don't, he will-"

Andrew narrowed his eyes. "Will what?"

"…" Ryu scared Kira. She couldn't explain it, but she was sure that he would do whatever it took to 'shape' her into a killer, which was something she would never do. No matter what.

The Desert Tiger, who had killed many and stroke fear into people's heart, grabbed a hold of Kira's shoulder again and patted the sixteen year girl on the head. "As long I am here, nothing will happen to you."

Kira had to look straight up to see Waltfeld, who sported a big smile. She didn't know what to say. She had only known the man for a few days and he already was like an older brother she never had. A brother like she always wanted. Kira smiled before jumping and rotating in the air to give him a hug.

He let out a chuckled. He never expected to take quite a liking to her, and he certainly never expected to feel so strongly for her. It wasn't anything romantic or anything, but he felt protective of this girl, like she was his baby sister or something. Well, it could do with the fact that she wasn't like most Zaft pilots her age, who thought they were gods because they were in their 'prime' so to speak. "So, kid, do you want to get out of that uniform and take a walk with me into the city?" Now, it may have sounded like he meant just her and him; however, he never went into the city alone. Blue Cosmos were everywhere and they would do anything to kill him, which sucked. It meant he couldn't go out in public alone. It was like he couldn't take care of himself, which he could very well do. He usually took Dacosta and a few Zaft personnel, who were trained extensively in hand to hand combat and weaponry, with him.

"Sure!" Kira would love to get into the city and look around. She loved hanging out with the 'down-to-earth' Commander.

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If the looks from the Zaft personnel were any testament, Kira looked amazing in her civilian clothes, even though they were simple. She wasn't a flashy type of girl and she liked it like that. She never quite understood why girls dressed in as little clothes as possible and had sex with everyone on sight. Sometimes, Kira wondered about the human race. There were ways to be hot and sexy without being slutty.

She made her way through the hanger; Waltfeld told her that he would meet her at the end of the hanger.

Even though she was far away from Ryu, he still frightened her and she was waiting for him to jump out and asked why the hell she wasn't training. Andrew was right, she needed a break. She was tired out.

"I said you are an idiot!"

"I wonder why I keep you around! What the hell are you good for!"

"Keeping a stupid ass from killing his comrades!"

"It isn't my fault everyone is stupid!"

Kira blinked….the two idiots sounded familiar, but she couldn't place them. She searched through her brain's archives. She knew who they were, but for some reason she couldn't recall their names. Their names were on the tip of her tongue. Damn it! What is wrong with me! She violently shook her head. "Will you shut it?" She asked as she made her way to the bubbling idiots.

The silver headed one pivoted and glared at the incoming brunette. "Yamato!" he said. There was no way that he could have forgotten her.

"Yzak, Dearka?" she answered. She never expected to see Yzak in a place like this…Dearka, however, was a different story. Yzak seemed like one of those pretty boys, who hated to get their hair messy. Dearka seemed like the type not to care as long as he was having fun. She didn't know who was worse, overall, but she would rather hang out with Dearka than the pretty boy.

"Who do you think, Yamato!" Yzak wasn't a very happy camper.

Kira scratched the side of her face. "Um, what is with the stick up your ass?" Dearka chuckled, while Yzak glared. "Is that a yes?" Dearka yet out another chuckle.

Yzak didn't have anything to say and turned his back on Dearka and Kira, who only stared at him in disbelief. The pretty boy seemed to have fallen…. He gave up…

Kira had a hard time keeping herself from laughing. "So what is up his ass?"

"The O.S.," Dearka shrugged. "It isn't meant for the desert and he wants to fix it himself and refuses to let someone help…." He shook his head. "To add to that, he won't let them touch mine either. He wants to show everyone he can do it on his own." He cursed under his breath.

"That mind track is going to get him killed," Commander Waltfeld commented making his way to the teens.

"Tell Yzak that," Dearka muttered. He couldn't tell Yzak anything, since the teen believed he knew everything.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. It was obvious that these two male pilots were from Creuset team. The silver hair brat obviously lacked respect for his superiors, while the blonde brat had an ego. He had a feeling that these two brats, well Yzak more so, were going to give him a hard time. "Kira, why don't you give your new teammate a hand."

Kira eyed him from the corner of his eyes as to ask what he was up to. She nodded and made her way to the panel that was connected to the Duel.

Andrew couldn't hear what the brat was telling his kid, but he could tell he was being an ass, which wasn't abnormal. Kira looked like she was annoyed but she wasn't responding to his rants. "Just watch, Kira will finish it in a few minutes."

Dearka didn't know if that was normal or not. All he knew was that he couldn't do that. His skills weren't in programing, but rather, in piloting. This also was truth with Yzak, which explained why he couldn't rewrite his S.O. Plus, Zaft didn't have an O.S. for land Mobile Suit in the desert considering they had Bucue.

"In fact, Kira rewrote her O.S. during a battle in less than five minutes and it was also her first time piloting on Earth." Andrew smiled catching sight of an angry Yzak pointing and yelling at the new O.S. that Kira had finished. It was perfect.

Dearka stared at Kira for a few seconds in disbelief. If he heard right, Kira never piloted a mobile suit before Heliopolis. How did she get so good so fucken fast? He was beginning to wonder if she could beat him. He didn't want to see.

"Lets go, Kid," Andrew hollered over to Kira. They had things to do. With that, they were gone leaving a very angry Yzak and very stunned Dearka, who wanted to get to Kira better….well then again, so did Yzak so he could find out what made her tick.

Miriallia didn't know he didn't it, but he did it. Tolle had somehow convinced Murrue to let them, Miriallia, Tolle, and Cagalli, to go out into Banadiya for some air, since they had all earned it. Flay, of course, was too worried about the sand getting into her hair to come, while Kuzzey was too chicken to enter the Zaft control city. Sai, on the other hand, had work to be done and couldn't escape from it.

"So this list Flay gave me," Cagalli said, looking over said list, "is a load of shit…You can't get any of these things here." The blonde felt like her eyes were about to bleed. She didn't know what was worse: this list or these arm traders.

There was a reason why Miriallia liked Cagalli so much and it wasn't for her appearance. Cagalli was the type of girl who didn't take things sitting down and she always said what was on her mind. It was a blessing. "Well that Flay for you," she chuckled, glad to be away from the pink bitch.

The male teen tried to keep his glance forward, but his eyes kept glancing to the side as if he expected Zaft soldiers to jump out and attack. This town seemed small enough that they would be able to tell who was new and who wasn't. "I hope the deal goes okay," he said randomly, hoping to redirect the conversation. He didn't want to talk about a spoiled brat in a place like this.

"I am sure. Ashman will take good care of them," Cagalli answered as she ripped up the list and threw it away. She took a deep breath. I hope everything goes well. I know how demanding those arm dealers are. Sure, she never went to one of the meeting, but she saw how they were after they came back from the meeting. They would rant forever.

"Yea I hope," Tolle said, looking off at the vendors. This was quite strange for him, being that he never experienced anything beside what was on Heliopolis.

"So guys, lets go get something to eat," Cagalli said licking her lips. "There is this great place that I know of!" She smiled dreaming of it.

"Sure, why not! I would love to try something from this culture!" Miriallia grinned, clapping her hands together.

Kira stared down the plate in front of her wondering if she should listen to Andrew or not on whether to put mayo on it or not. She never had Kebabs before and had no idea what would be best to put on it. Her eyes widened catching sight of Waltfeld's Kebabs that was completely covered. "You are really going to eat that?"

"Of course! I love these things!" he said taking a big bite.

Kira didn't know if she should be disgusted or amused, considering a prized Zaft Commander was stuffing his face. She doubted many people saw these kind of things often. This is a bit creepy, she thought as he wolfed down his kebab. She took a small bite of her's and discovered that she did like it.

"See I told you!" he said after ordering a cup of coffee…well after he gave the waiter instructions on how to blend and make the coffee. He wouldn't take just any coffee.

"Yup, you did," she smiled taking another bite. "So, what is your take of Dearka and Yzak?" she asked, recalling the earful she detained from Yzak after she successful fixed his O.S. in less than three minutes. She thought she was going to go death from overload. He was one of those people she wonder would ever get married.

"Hm. Not highly for sure, especially that Silver haired brat. He already got mouthy with me," Waltfeld revealed. He couldn't stand those two brats from Creuset, and he sure didn't trust anyone from that team…well not many coordinators did. There was something about that man that made people want to shoot themselves. Sure, he knew Kira was assigned to Creuset's team, but she was only there a short few hours before finding herself on earth, which Andrew counted as a blessing. Kira didn't need to be turned by that freak, who already requested Kira be shipped back to space, which if he thought about, it wasn't abnormal; however, he didn't request the brats back. That was odd. Teams stayed together, but why would he only request one back? Which all goes back to the fact, that Kira is different. All he knew was that he wasn't sending Kira back, even if he had to fight for it. Sure, Creuset had more pull with Zala, but Waltfeld had more pull with Clyne and that made all the difference. Besides, Creuset couldn't really fight for Kira, since he wasn't fighting for the brats. It would look strange only requesting one pilot back.

"Is there any word on the Archangel?" Kira asked hoping that her friends were okay. She would blame herself if anything were to happen to them.

"They escaped." Andrew took a slip of his coffee, which didn't live up to his expectations and pushed it aside. "You should be enjoying your time off in the city. This place has a lot to offer. Its culture is rich."

"I can see it all from here," she smiled taking a slip of water. "So hot." The sun was giving her an headache.

Andrew looked around. "Not really… well, that is because I am used to the heat. I am a desert tiger for a reason."

"I thought it was for your actions in battle." Kira eyed him.

He scratched his face. "Yea that too, but I meant…You know what I meant!"

Kira giggled. I sure do! He had been in the desert for months and he was at home here, unlike her, who didn't know where her home was. Her home was destroyed. "So what do you do for fun, besides playing with Aisha." She giggled again seeing Andrew turn three shades of pink.

"You know what, kid, you are perverted," he said trying to hide his blush. "And I don't play with Aisha….she plays with me," he added under his breath…too bad Kira heard him.

"The great Desert Tiger whipped by a woman. I bet no one saw that!" Kira chuckled. "You know what, maybe I should buy Aisha a whip…well that is if she doesn't already have one!"

If it was possible, Waltfeld was turning redder. It looked like his face was about to burst. "You do realize that I am your Commander and I can make you wash the hanger with a toothbrush."

"Yea, but then what would you make Yzak do?" she asked, laughing. She couldn't control herself. "I would love to see Yzak scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush."

So would I! He shook his head. That isn't the point! He felt himself glaring at the girl across from him, but it soon turned into a smirk. "You know it sounds like you need to get laid." Kira spited out what she had in her mouth and started to cough. "It looks like you aren't getting any. Maybe, I should ask the brat to help you with that."

Kira coughed again not expecting that from Andrew. "You wouldn't!" For his information, I did get laid once…by a cheating duche bag… and it was only time….that isn't the point! She blushed.

"I would," he smirked evilly.

"You-" Kira started.

"Just pick something, Tolle!" A female voice, behind Kira, ordered.

"I don't know what I want!" Tolle replied.

This isn't happening. Kira froze, unable to move or do anything and Andrew noticed and glanced to the group, two girls and one boy, sitting at the table behind them. He pushed his sunglasses up his noise and returned his sights back to Kira, who still hadn't moved. He felt her shivers.

"Just get the Kebabs!" the blonde girl growled as the waiter waited patiently.

"Fine, whatever!" Tolle gave up and ordered the same things as the girls. It would be foulest to go up against them.

"Yay!" Cagalli smiled getting another person to try Kebabs. People in space didn't know what they were missing. Kebabs were the best things around and no one would deny that, not even Zaft.

If Andrew didn't know any better, he would have thought that Kira was a statue. Her eyes were hidden by her bangs; she was looking down as if she was feeling guilty for sometime. He didn't know why, but he didn't like the feeling she was giving off. What happened to the girl who was messing with me about Aisha? He glanced back to the teens who were talking about something. There was only one word that caught his attention: space. What did they mean? He knew they weren't from around here, considering he knew everyone in this town. There have been a lot of newcomers lately ever since that earth forces' new battleship came to town.

Just then there was a change in the light, causing Andrew to look up. Something was sparkling from a top of one of the building. He knew what it was in a matter of seconds: a weapon. In an instance, he kicked up the table and pushed Kira to the ground, who seemed have to snapped back to reality. "Everyone get down!" Waltfeld yelled, mostly at the teens, who seemed unaware what was about to happen. Not even a second later, they were fired on.

Kira turned her attention to her friends, who all were hidden under the table. She could see the fear on Miriallia's and Tolle's face and it killed her. Killed her. She wasn't able to protect them like she did before. She was in Zaft now and she was what they needed to be protected against. It killed her; however, she wasn't going back to the Earth Forces no matter what…she wasn't willing to test that fact, though.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out an hand gun. She was going to protect them at that moment, even if she couldn't always protect them. She took aim and fired, alerting everyone to her present, even her friends. Kira faintly heard Miriallia call out her name, but she never turned to her.

"Damn those Blue Cosmos," Waltfeld cursed as he was forced on the defensive. He couldn't feat them all with just him and Kira, who was doing an excellent job at finding and terminating them. There was just too many of them; however, he wasn't alone. He had his 'guards'. "Dacosta, clean them up for me!"

Dacosta and the rest of the Zaft soldiers hiding, opened fire, killing all of the Blue Cosmos personal. The street was filled with blood and broken glass and much, much more. Besides the fact that a battle just happened, it looked like a bomb went off. War wasn't a pretty thing and many people would lose their lives. It didn't matter who they were to Kira. A life was a life; however, there were times that war was inevitable and this time was one of those time. She was a coordinator and she wasn't going to give up and die for peace just because the Earth Forces and Blue Cosmos couldn't bare to live in peace with coordinators.

"Dacosta, have someone clean this mess up," Commander Waltfeld ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Dacosta waved to the Zaft soldiers, who after picking up the bodies disappeared. Dacosta disappeared as well.

"He will be back with a car," Andrew told Kira, who was now facing her friend. They were all in wide shock, especially the blonde, who Kira remembered from Heliopolis.

Cagalli glared at Kira, before throwing a long punch at Kira, who wasn't expecting it, but none the less, Kira dodged it with easy. "Wh-what are you doing?" Kira asked as she was forced to block another punch.

Not only did it shock the hell out of Miriallia and Tolle, it shocked Andrew, who wasn't expecting the blonde to attack Kira. If the girl had been any threat, he would have stopped her, but he had a feeling that these three teens knew Kira. The anger that that girl had was personal.

"Why are you in Zaft?" Cagalli asked as she threw another punch. "Why aren't you back in Orb?"

"I had no choice!" Kira hollered.

"You had no choice? You had no choice???? You are raging war because you had no choice?" Cagalli's rage had no end in sight.

"Shut-up! You had no idea what I been through since Heliopolis!" Kira yelled, dodging yet another attack. She had no interest in going on the attack herself.

After a few more punches, Commander Waltfeld decided it was time for him to stop this crazy blonde chick. The next punch she threw, he caught with the palm of his hand. "I think that is quite enough, young lady." He glanced back to the untouched Kira, who looked like she had been ran over by a bus.

Cagalli glared as she pulled back her arm. This man seemed familiar. She felt like she should have known him from somewhere.

"Commander Waltfeld," Dacosta called from behind as he pulled up with the jeep. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Dacosta, we are finished here," Andrew nodded pulling his hand on Kira's shoulder.

Cagalli's eyes widened. The famous Andrew Waltfeld? She shook her head. "The Desert Tiger," she muttered. Miriallia and Tolle unconsciously stepped back, remembering what Mu had told them about him and all the things they heard, they didn't like.

Miriallia felt like her heart dropped as she watched Waltfeld lead Kira away. "Kira, please stay."

Kira stopped and turned around to face her friend, but Andrew kept her from moving. "I can't." Her voice wasn't there.

"Like I said this is enough," Andrew ordered. He could see how unset Kira was from running into these 'friends.' She was fine before she heard them. She was fine before they came. They needed to go back to that Earth Forces ship they crawled out of it. "We are going now."

"Kira, please. We need you," Miriallia begged. Tolle wasn't saying anything but he kept his eyes on Kira, who was would have fell, if it wasn't for Waltfeld.

"I won't come back. Stop asking," Kira begged in a voice that didn't become her. She didn't know what it was, but her friends affected her. This wasn't the same reaction she got when she talked to them in space…what was different? She shook her head.

"Kira," Tolle finally mustered together. Kira was their close friend, their best friend and he hated to see her with Zaft, especially when they were in the Earth Forces.

Waltfeld was getting annoyed. Did they not know who he was? Did they not know that he would kill them if he wanted to? He would suppose not. "Why don't you guys go back to that Earth Forces Ship before I change my mind."

Fuck! He knows! Cagalli cursed in her head. They had to get out of there and they had to get out of there now! "Lets go!" she said as she grabbed both their arms. Miriallia and Tolle protested, but they didn't fight her. They let her drag them away as their head fall in shame.

Kira watched as they disappeared from view and a piece of her heart died, but she wasn't going to go with them. She couldn't be able to fight against Zaft, not after all she had learned. They were good people and she stood against what the Earth Forces wanted. "Lets go," Kira whispered as Andrew lead her to the Jeep and helped her in.

Dacosta kept his on the road, while Waltfeld kept glancing back at Kira. He was worried about her. He hated to see her like this. "So, kid, why don't we have Joule clean the hanger with a toothbrush as we watch with popcorn?"

"Sure," Kira said as she played with her hands. "It should be fun."

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