Chapter 3: Ulterior Motives
From Chapter 2: Old Acquaintances:
Dearka reveals the reason why he kidnapped her from her would-be vacation to the Country of Orb. He wants to have a baby...with her?
Will she accept his proposition of having a baby, or will she refuse, hopefully not invoking Dearka's bad side?
Why don't we find out?
On with the story!
P.S.: I've decided to go back to using 'Miriallia' instead of Milly, except when friends call it her nickname
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Miriallia's POV"I'm sorry, but I could have sworn you just asked me if you to have your child,"
Please tell me he's kidding.
"I mean it, I want a child. And I want you to carry it," said Dearka, in complete seriousness
Oh my god, he isn't kidding. He really wants a child.
"Wait a minute, you kidnap me and now you want me to have your child?"
"Okay, to be fair, you agreed to do whatever I asked you to do when you were in the prison cell," said Dearka, trying to gain ground of the conversation.
"It was either helping you or rot in the cell. It's not like I had a choice," as I said that, I stood up next to the bed, hoping to instill some kind of fear in him.
I don't think it's working since I'm still holding the teddy bear he gave me. I have to admit, it is cute.
"Are you okay, Milly? You don't look like you can stand," asked Dearka, now concerned for her health.
He's right, I was feeling sick ever since I was in this place, but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction that he is right about me.
"Oh yeah, now you're concerned for my well-being? Well that's news...to...me..."
Dearka's POVAll of a sudden, Milly fainted on my bedroom floor, next to my bed. I didn't know what to do, but my body all of a sudden decided to rush over to her fallen petite body and help her onto the bed.
"Milly? Milly? Are you okay? Please say something," I asked her, hoping to get some answer.
No response.
I then felt her forehead to see if it was hot. It felt cold.
I hope there's a pulse on her neck; I hope that there is a pulse, I can't possibly think of Milly is dead.
No...is she dead...no...I can felt a pulse on her neck. She must have a fever then.
Must have been being imprisoned in the cold and wet cell for two days. I should have told my soldiers to clean her cell before putting her in it.
If that is the case, then the clothes she's wearing right now is only going to hurt her right now.
I then took off her the clothes she was wearing on the outside and looked at her shivering body.
No wonder she felt sick. She was probably going to hang out at one of Orb's beaches when she got there. A black bikini isn't something you'd wear for just hanging out in the city.
Then there was the locket she had on her. It was a constant reminder to her promise to Tolle.
I don't think she'll mind if I take this locket away for a while, was what I thought as I grabbed the locket chain around her neck. [1]
"No...don't take it away...please," begged Miriallia, still sick from her fever.
Obviously she places important value to that piece of jewelry, I guess I could lie to her...oh just this once.
"Don't worry Miriallia, I'll just put this locket away. Right now, it's helping you get sick, so I'll just put it in a safe place so you can get it again," said in the most sincere voice without bringing any suspicion.
I hope she falls for it...
"Oh...okay I guess, but I'm too tired to take it off, could you take it off for me?" asked Miriallia, oblivious to Dearka's true motive.
I then got the blasted locket out from around her neck and put in my pocket.
Hopefully she doesn't ask where the locket is. Don't ask, don't tell.
I put the teddy bear closer to her and made her arm hug the toy. Then I put the silk blanket that was on my bed to cover most of her body. But first I made sure the teddy bear is securely...hugged.
Of all the missions, this is the one I didn't ask for a doctor. I'm sure regretting that decision now.
I guess I should walk around the base for now; I don't want to disturb Milly when she's sick.
-=Command Room, very close to his room, where Milly is sleeping=-
Dearka's POV
(Better make a commanders log [diary])(Think of it as his confession)
Commander's log #1465
Even though I've been here for 6 months, updating a military base that has been abandoned for over 70 years with only 6 people will take years...decades probably.
I don't know why I captured her in the first place. I can't let her know of my true motives.
When I said I wanted a baby from her I was telling the truth, but I also wanted to have her too.
I can't make her have a baby forcefully because if I rape her, she'll hate me forever.
I've made a lot of enemies during the war, and during the secret missions after the war, but somehow, I can't stand the thought of her hating me.
If it weren't for Miriallia, I would have never felt what it was like to have a friend.
When I was one of the Gundam pilots, I was treated like a weapon.
When I was a captive on ArchAngel, I was treated like a monster.
If it weren't for Miriallia back then, I would have continued hating Naturals.
She gave me hope for my future and she made me feel...wanted.
In a way she's superior to me somehow.
Oh sure I'm a Coordinator and she's just a petite Natural, but I feel like I owe her something.
I am stronger than she could ever be.
I'm smarter than she could possibly imagine.
I'm faster and more agile than she could be.
My senses are all heightened and since I was in military training, I can use my senses to their highest potential.
But she has something that I can never have.
The ability to give life. [2]
When I saw Yzak after I was captured, he branded me a traitor for protecting ArchAngel and the Kusanagi.
During the last battle, when Yzak escorted me to ArchAngel to get to safety, he said that when he saw Buster Gundam protecting ArchAngel, he put that in his battle report to the Zaft Council.
Patrick Zala, being the genocidal maniac that he is, thought I was a traitor to his ideals and had my entire family killed. [3]
Dad.
Mom.
Bell. (Dearka's Sis. It's not like anything was known about his family)
All gone. They're all gone.
You see, Miriallia? We are not that different, we both lost something worth loving.
Now I want you to feel loved again, even if it meant that I had to use capture tactics to get you here.
Oh course I got to hand it to Lacus. On one of our many transmissions, she told me that you were depressed. Of course she told me that you were always depressed at the Orphanage, but you always hid it whenever the children were around.
I told Lacus if she could be able to see me, she told me that she'd get one of her personal shuttles ready and get my men to use the shuttle to get Milly here.
It's hard to plan an operation when you only have 6 soldiers under your command. That means that the operation has to go along perfectly or...I don't even want to know if it was a failure.
With the "Mirage Colloid" technology implanted into my pilot suits, the mission was a success. I knew Miriallia would get impatient with none of the shuttle pilots, who were also my soldiers, would talk to her, she would just walk around the shuttle, and eventually run into my men.
In reality, she's not really a captive. I just wanted to see her again.
Damn, I should have brought a doctor along with me when I found this military base. One of the perks of being a Coordinator is that I can never get sick. What I didn't put into my plan is that she would get sick so easily. I only have basic medical knowledge, but I hope that's enough for her to get well.
I should probably get back to my room to see her...she's probably hungry. I'll make her something from the kitchen. But I have to walk all the way across the base...damn. The things I do for a woman.
End Transmission.
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1 hour and 30 minutes later
-=Dearka's Quarters=-
Dearka's POV
I hope she's not a vegetarian, because I don't know any dishes that don't have any meat.
When I walked into my quarters and looked at my bed, I still saw Milly there, sleeping peacefully. She still has my teddy bear with her, although she's hugging it tightly this time.
Not even the girls in PLANT look as cute as her.
I then set her meal down on a nearby table and went closer to the bed to examine her some more.
She looks...better. Her complexion on her face is getting back to normal.
She must have not gone out a lot at the orphanage.
She looks peaceful. As I pulled back the silk blanket, I took her locket from my pocket and wrapped it around the teddy bears neck. When it was securely put in place around its neck, I made her sit up, came closer to her, wrapped my arms around her body and put her head on my shoulders.
She feels...nice. I wonder if she feels the same way?
I kept hugging her until she murmured, "Tolle...that feels so nice. Just keep hugging and don't let go"
Tolle?! Tolle?!
What does he have that makes me inferior to him?
With some unknown impulse inside of me, I set her down on the bed where she is still sleeping.
She still must be dreaming of him. Well, if I do this correctly, she'll be dreaming of me.
I lowered my head to just inches above hers. I caught her scent before, but this is literally driving me crazy about her.
I looked over her fine features.
She's...perfect. Whoever her parents are...thank you for making something so perfect.
Her eyes.
Her nose.
Her hair. Speaking of which, there's some of her hair over her face. Better brush that aside to get a better look of her face.
But the feature of her face that I was looking at the most was...her lips.
I resumed lowering my head to hers. From mere inches, now it was a couple of centimeters from my face to hers.
I could feel her breath. Even the way she breathes is perfect.
I couldn't take it anymore. I'm going to prove that I'm better than that "Tolle."
Right here, right now.
I lowered my head until I felt my lips...touching hers.
She resisted at first, but then she just went along with the flow. She even looks like she's liking it.
She must still be dreaming of Tolle kissing her. No matter, I'm still kissing her in the real world.
She felt lovely. Hopefully I get to kiss her over and over. And hopefully if she wants to...someday do it.
I don't want to let go; I don't ever want to let this moment end.
But it looks like I didn't have a choice. Soon after I felt a fist slamming against my cheek.
Okay sure, it wasn't a hard punch, but it was an unexpected one. I staggered back to the table where her meal is. When I got all my senses working again, I saw Milly with my silk blanket covering her body, hiding it from me. He saw her face...but...
Her face was of a different expression than the one he normally saw her with. He knew this expression on her face from sometime in the war.
"What the hell are you doing, Dearka?!"
Oh no, this is the same expression on her face when she tried to kill me on Archangels infirmary!
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Dearka has been caught in the act by Milly. How will she react to this?
Stay tuned for Chapter 4. I haven't figured out the title for this one yet.
[1]- Dearka thinks that if he continually places his memento (teddy bear) near her and hide her own memento (locket), he can get Miriallia to fall in love with him.
[2]- If I remember correctly, one of the late episodes (like 41-50), someone (I think Creuze) states that Third Generation Coordinators (Dearka, Kira, Athrun, Yzak, etc) need to have a natural to give birth, since they're sterile to other Coordinators. Not sure if this applies to Girl Coordinators (Lacus) though.
[3]- Patrick Zala had Mr. Clyne killed because his daughter preached conflicting ideals, how far fetched is killing off a family for having a soldier becoming a traitor?
PS: He is one insane mofo.
Anyhow, I said in the last chapter that this would be the chapter that I reply to the reviews, and here I shall reply.
XWHRobynx- I got your review before I uploaded again. Being a n00b to I thought my story was going to be up immediately, and I thought my 2 chapters was uploaded together. Sorry about that mishap. It was nice to hear your compliment that my story has inspired you some ideas for your own.
Angelbutterfly- thanks
Lomiothiel- Thanks about the Yzak and Dearka mishap. It's been so long since I've seen the SEED ending (the 5 minute one). I'll try to put Yzak in here somehow, but I don't know how to place him in with the story.
Estimated time till next story: 2 weeks I guess. With College and Work, I do not a lot of time for myself. Don't worry, I'll never make you guys and gals wait a month.