Once and Back
Rating: PG
Pairing: slight Athrun/Kira
Summary: Food, memories and conversations.
Comment: I was bored one day, had been watching Gundam SEED and stumbled over a bunch of challenges. This is one of the resulting ficlets.
Once and Back
Looking dubiously at the bread with a mix of red and white sauce spread generously over it, Athrun poked at it with a fork. He had been brought up to use proper manners - usually he would never even think of doing such a crass thing, but he thought that it was plausible this time. Looking up with a slight frown to scrutinize the smaller adolescent sitting opposite to him, Athrun nodded towards the dish.
"Are you sure this is edible?" he cautiously said, giving the food another poke. It didn't look good.
Kira smiled softly at him, raising his own delicately held bread to his mouth for a nibble before answering the question.
"Of course!" he said, his voice slightly scolding but more amused than angry. "It's quite tasty. Cagalli introduced me to this dish when I first arrived to Earth."
Athrun raised an eyebrow and gingerly picked up the bread, keeping it at a safe distance from his face. He wasn't quite convinced yet.
"Are you sure about that?" the former ZAFT supporter questioningly said. "I seem to remember that your sister is quite fond of spicy food. I can't imagine how yoghurt can be spicy."
Swallowing the bite he had taken, Kira chuckled softly.
"She used the red sauce," he explained. "It was Andrew who wanted me to use the yoghurt. In their excitement over finding me the best alternative, they made me this mix. I found it quite delicious."
The darkly lavender haired boy sighed and resigned himself to his fate. What didn't you do for your friend after all? Taking a bite, Athrun chewed slowly as he tried to get used to the cold, spicy taste. Then he nodded to himself in pleasant surprise.
"You're right!" he allowed. "It is delicious."
Kira laughed again, sending shivers down Athrun's back.
"I told you so," he teasingly said. "You should have listened to me."
The words vibrated in Athrun's mind, taking on a meaning other than the one Kira had meant. Shaking his head to clear it from the memories the sentence had awakened, Athrun kept the wince from showing on his face.
"I should have," Athrun seriously agreed, not quite managing to keep the easy moment from suddenly changing into something much more strained. "If I had, maybe..."
Understanding what he had unwittingly caused, Kira put down his bread, rising with an agitated look on his face.
"Athrun!" he exclaimed. "Don't say that! You did listen, you did change..."
Athrun smiled sadly and looked down. Taking another bite from the dish to appease Kira, he waited for the other to sit down again, as he usually did when the subject came up. But he didn't. Confused, Athrun looked up to find Kira staring at him with a thoughtful, sad look on his face.
"You're never going to see it from my point of view, are you?" he seriously asked, wide violet eyes shimmering suspiciously. "You're always going to have that pain inside of you. That regret..."
Eyes widening, Athrun quickly put down his bread again, rising to his feet.
"Kira!" he said, trying to find the words to explain his feelings, his words. "I..."
He didn't get any further as Kira stepped around the table and to him, curling into his chest and burying his face in the crook of Athrun's neck. The former ZAFT soldier's arms slipped around the others waist, even as he looked down at his friend in confusion.
"Kira?" This time his voice was enquiring. The other's reply was to simply bury himself further into Athrun's arms.
"I'm so afraid I will loose you again," the other said, voice strangled. "When you say thing like that, I..."
Athrun's arms tightened around Kira, his face blanching at the thought of being Kira's enemy again. The thought wasn't pleasant. Not at all.
"You won't loose me," he fiercely promised, entangling Kira from his arms in favor of looking into his expressive and too cynical eyes. "I chose to stand by your side. I don't intend to leave it any time soon."
Kira's eyes seemed to soften at that, and Athrun found himself reaching out to touch one of the smooth cheeks with one of his mecha roughened fingers.
"How could I ever leave you?" he whispered hoarsely. "You're the only one I have left. You're the only one..."
His voice choked on the last words, but Kira seemed to understand anyway.
"Me too, Athrun," he said. "Me too."
the End
Rating: PG
Pairing: slight Athrun/Kira
Summary: Food, memories and conversations.
Comment: I was bored one day, had been watching Gundam SEED and stumbled over a bunch of challenges. This is one of the resulting ficlets.
Once and Back
Looking dubiously at the bread with a mix of red and white sauce spread generously over it, Athrun poked at it with a fork. He had been brought up to use proper manners - usually he would never even think of doing such a crass thing, but he thought that it was plausible this time. Looking up with a slight frown to scrutinize the smaller adolescent sitting opposite to him, Athrun nodded towards the dish.
"Are you sure this is edible?" he cautiously said, giving the food another poke. It didn't look good.
Kira smiled softly at him, raising his own delicately held bread to his mouth for a nibble before answering the question.
"Of course!" he said, his voice slightly scolding but more amused than angry. "It's quite tasty. Cagalli introduced me to this dish when I first arrived to Earth."
Athrun raised an eyebrow and gingerly picked up the bread, keeping it at a safe distance from his face. He wasn't quite convinced yet.
"Are you sure about that?" the former ZAFT supporter questioningly said. "I seem to remember that your sister is quite fond of spicy food. I can't imagine how yoghurt can be spicy."
Swallowing the bite he had taken, Kira chuckled softly.
"She used the red sauce," he explained. "It was Andrew who wanted me to use the yoghurt. In their excitement over finding me the best alternative, they made me this mix. I found it quite delicious."
The darkly lavender haired boy sighed and resigned himself to his fate. What didn't you do for your friend after all? Taking a bite, Athrun chewed slowly as he tried to get used to the cold, spicy taste. Then he nodded to himself in pleasant surprise.
"You're right!" he allowed. "It is delicious."
Kira laughed again, sending shivers down Athrun's back.
"I told you so," he teasingly said. "You should have listened to me."
The words vibrated in Athrun's mind, taking on a meaning other than the one Kira had meant. Shaking his head to clear it from the memories the sentence had awakened, Athrun kept the wince from showing on his face.
"I should have," Athrun seriously agreed, not quite managing to keep the easy moment from suddenly changing into something much more strained. "If I had, maybe..."
Understanding what he had unwittingly caused, Kira put down his bread, rising with an agitated look on his face.
"Athrun!" he exclaimed. "Don't say that! You did listen, you did change..."
Athrun smiled sadly and looked down. Taking another bite from the dish to appease Kira, he waited for the other to sit down again, as he usually did when the subject came up. But he didn't. Confused, Athrun looked up to find Kira staring at him with a thoughtful, sad look on his face.
"You're never going to see it from my point of view, are you?" he seriously asked, wide violet eyes shimmering suspiciously. "You're always going to have that pain inside of you. That regret..."
Eyes widening, Athrun quickly put down his bread again, rising to his feet.
"Kira!" he said, trying to find the words to explain his feelings, his words. "I..."
He didn't get any further as Kira stepped around the table and to him, curling into his chest and burying his face in the crook of Athrun's neck. The former ZAFT soldier's arms slipped around the others waist, even as he looked down at his friend in confusion.
"Kira?" This time his voice was enquiring. The other's reply was to simply bury himself further into Athrun's arms.
"I'm so afraid I will loose you again," the other said, voice strangled. "When you say thing like that, I..."
Athrun's arms tightened around Kira, his face blanching at the thought of being Kira's enemy again. The thought wasn't pleasant. Not at all.
"You won't loose me," he fiercely promised, entangling Kira from his arms in favor of looking into his expressive and too cynical eyes. "I chose to stand by your side. I don't intend to leave it any time soon."
Kira's eyes seemed to soften at that, and Athrun found himself reaching out to touch one of the smooth cheeks with one of his mecha roughened fingers.
"How could I ever leave you?" he whispered hoarsely. "You're the only one I have left. You're the only one..."
His voice choked on the last words, but Kira seemed to understand anyway.
"Me too, Athrun," he said. "Me too."
the End