Chapter 4: Barriers Broken
Summary from Chapter 3: Miriallia has caught Dearka in the act of taking advantage of her when she was sleeping. What will she think of Dearka after this incident between them now?
-=Dearka's Quarters=-
Miriallia's POV"What the hell are you doing?" as I said with the most murderous expression my face could muster.
"Milly, I can explain..." said Dearka, in a desperate voice.
"What's there to explain? You tried to take advantage of me! Is this why you kidnap me? So you can have fun with me?" said as I stood up on the bed, hoping to instill some fear into Dearka.
"No, that's not the reason, just hear me out..." reasoned Dearka, trying to make me feel some sympathy for him.
Not going to happen this time. I'm going to make him pay for what you did to me.
I lunged at him with everything I got.
I don't have a gun or a knife, but he staggered to the table. I hope punching him works, cuz it's all I can do against someone like him.
When I ran up to him I let my left hand form a fist and aimed it at the side of his face, hoping to make contact.
No luck. He dodged it and grabbed my wrist. He kept holding on to my wrist tightly, making it impossible for me to run or attack with my left arm.
One thing for sure, I don't want to fight him; but if that's what I have to do, then that's what I will do.
With my left wrist still in his grasp, I did the only thing I know: use my other arm to punch him.
My fist is getting closer, just a bit closer...
No, not again. How the hell did he get my other arm so fast? Must be those Coordinator genes.
With both of my arms immobilized by his, he raised his arms, which in effect raised my own arms as well. He also drew me closer to his body.
By some unnatural way, he was able to get both of my wrists with only his left hand. This left his right one free to do as he wished.
I then felt his free arm snake its way from my left shoulder to the side of my chest.
He startled me when his hand slowly began to makes its way to one of my breasts.
He would of to, had I not flinched at his touch.
I bit my bottom lip hoping that he wouldn't touch that.
I guess he saw me trying to hide my pain because he didn't go for one of my breasts; he just resumed his way down my body with his snaky hand.
He made his hand travel from my chest to my stomach, his hand making its way to my naval (belly button).
Odd...why is he stopping there?
With his index finger, he lightly touched my stomach, making its way from the side of my belly to a short distance, 1 inch at most and back again. He kept doing the same motion, except faster this time. He kept going faster and faster.
What is he doi...wait a minute. If he keeps this up...is he going to make me..."Hahahaha...stop it Dearka...you're making me laugh...stop it!" said as I was being tickled over and over by Dearka.
"Do you promise to not try to hit me?" smirked Dearka, still using his finger to make me laugh involuntarily.
"No...hahaha...please...hahaha...please stop it!" said, trying real hard to resist laughter.
Oh crap, he's tickling me even faster.
"Well?" said Dearka, not even sweating from all of the action.
"Okay...hahahaha...I give up. You win...just stop with the tickles," said, unable to take anymore of his devious tickles.
All the forced laughter tired me out. I should have given up sooner, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he won. Because of my decision, he tired every muscle in my body trying not to laugh. Now look at me, all slouched on the floor, with me looking up at his smile. He lowered himself to the point we were seeing each other and I saw a look of concern on his face.
Look at him...it looks like he didn't even sweat and look at me, all tired out.
He could of taken advantage of me right now and I wouldn't be able to fight back.
But he didn't do it. He could of done it and I would have had no choice but to carry his baby.
All he did was slowly put his arms around me.
I hate to admit it but...being hugged by him feels good. It's something I needed in a long time.
He kept hugging me until my body made an involuntary sound. A sound I heard quite often after the war.
"Oh...looks like your hungry. Here, let me carry you to bed so you can eat. I even made my family secret recipe, "Sirloin Steaks: Elthman Style!" said Dearka with great enthusiasm as he got me on his bed, yet again. He even had the courtesy of draping the blanket over my bare legs, but waist up was still viewable to Dearka.
He must be undressing me with his eyes. Since I'm only wearing a bikini, it doesn't leave much to the imagination.
He went to the table near his bed and finished the final preparations to his recipe. He opened a cooler near the bed and got some bottles of wine. Judging from the wine label, it must be older than my grandparents !
He then sat on the edge of the bed with a small movable table with his family recipe and the wine.
With a very adorned silver knife and fork, he cut up a small piece of the steak; still dripping with whatever sauces it was cooked in. With the silver fork, he pierced the cut up meat and placed it near my lips, with his other hand below the meat, careful of any drips.
"Say ahhhh...," said Dearka, opening his mouth wide, hoping I would do the same.
I guess it wouldn't hurt to try; after all he had such passion for his recipe.
"Ahh...," said, as I opened my mouth wide, waiting for his food to come into my mouth.
Dearka's POVI saw Milly take the piece of steak in her mouth, chewing it silently. She looked around the room as if she was looking for something.
Then I asked her, "Well, Milly, do you like it?"
She just kept chewing it and playfully looked like she didn't hear him. She just hummed some lullaby to herself and just looked around the room.
I noticed when she stopped chewing; there was a big lump on the side of her cheek.
That must be the piece of steak; I think I'll poke that lump to see if she reacts.
I poked the lump, making her giggle at my touch.
She then opened her mouth again with the cutest sounding "Ahhh..." I have ever heard.
So she wants another piece? Well, she's going to have to work for it.
"Hey, what are you doing? Aren't you going to feed me your steaks?" asked Milly, using puppy eyes that even I can get lost in.
"You want some more of this Milly? Then you have to answer my questions," said with a proud smirk on my face.
"Questions? Well...okay, as long as it's not personal," meekly said Milly.
"But the questions I want to ask you ARE personal"
"Okay...as long as the questions aren't THAT personal," said Milly, obviously trying to hide something in her mind.
"Okay, first question: how was your life after the war?"
"...Hell," was all Milly said, looking down to the blanket.
"Hell?"
"My life was hell," was Milly's response, short and simple.
"I know life without Tolle..."
"That's not what I meant. Ever since the war ended, only bad luck has been in my life so far. At least at the orphanage I had Lacus, I felt...useful," said Milly with sorrowful eyes.
"So after the war you didn't go to the orphanage right after the war?"
"Ahh..." motioned Milly, telling him that she answered his question.
Well, she did answer my first question.
So I gave her another piece of steak, hoping she would answer my next question.
A minute later she was still chewing on that piece.
"You know, the second question directly relates to the first question!"
"Oh yeah, all right I'll answer your question. No...I didn't go to the Orphanage right after the war. I stayed in Orb to find a job to support myself," said Milly, with venom in her voice.
"So did you find a job?" asked, as I was really interest on what happened to her.
"Ahh..."
Arggg...she is making me work for those questions. All right, have your piece of steak.
"No...but I met an old friend...at least I thought he was still my friend," said Milly with sorrowful eyes.
"So who was this friend?"
"Kuzzey," said Milly with extreme acidity in her voice.
"Kuzzey?" [1]
"Oh, he was on ArchAngel when we were during the war. I don't think you've met him, but he left with several others when the EA was attacking Orb. When I saw him after the war, he was not himself. He told me...he told me..." said Milly, her last sentence was just mumbling, so I wasn't able to hear her the last part of the sentence.
"What did he tell you Milly?"
"I answered 3 questions...so I should get 3 pieces of steak," said Milly, with her mouth opened wide.
"Bah...oh all right," as I cut 3 small pieces of steak and fed them to her.
"He told me that Tolle never loved me," said Milly, with visible tears running down her eyes.
"I'm sure Tolle always loved..."
"I know he always loved me. It's just that he kept saying that Tolle didn't love me so many times...I...started to believe him," said Milly, with her hands wiping away her tears, trying to hide them from my view.
"Did you get away from him?"
"I did after 2 days of him berating Tolle. I kept running till I bumped into saw Lacus, who was asking if anyone would help her with the orphanage. I guess I would do anything to get out of Orb, so I said yes if she wanted my help. And that's pretty much it," said Milly, looking relieved to having said all of that.
"So did you do make anything in memory of Tolle?"
"Well, yeah. I bought this really expensive locket. Hey, where is my locket? Please say you didn't steal it!" said Milly, with worry in her eyes.
"It's on the teddy bear I gave you. I...uhh...thought it would look cute on the teddy bear," said, laughing nervously to hide any suspicion.
"Hey...it does look cute!" said Milly, hugging it tightly.
"Did you buy anything else in his memory?"
"I...I...don't want to talk anymore about this. Please...don't make me talk about it," said Milly, avoiding my looks.
"But if you do answer, you get a piece of steak!" said, as I placed the piece near her lips.
She just turned her head to a side. When I tried to place it near her lips a second time, she just turned her head again, avoiding the piece I made.
I see...I just asked her a very personal question. I guess questioning her any further is out of the question.
"Here, you can have the rest of the steaks if you want," said as I set the plate on her lap.
"Eh? You mean I don't have to answer anymore questions?" asked a very confused Milly.
"Yeah, I just...I just wanted to get to know you better,"
"Thank you Dearka! You've been so kind," said Milly as she grabbed the utensils from my hands and voraciously eat my steaks.
Damn, she must love my recipe. I hope she loves...oh man...I have to send a briefing to headquarters. I have to distract Milly for a while.
"Hey Milly, I forgot to tell you this, but, your luggage is under the bed and the shower is over there," said as I pointed to a door.
"Why, do you think I stink?" said Milly, taking a little bit offense to my comment.
"A little. Besides, I have to do something on the base. I trust you won't leave anytime soon," said as I headed towards the bedroom door.
"Okay, come back soon...Mister Dekkie...," said a blushing Milly as she resumed eating the steaks.
Hey, she called me by my nickname. How...lovely of her.
-=Communications Room=-
"Come on... one of these should be working," said as I was fidgeting with the buttons.
Finally, I got communications working and contacted Zaft Military HQ. On the view screen I saw one of the many secretaries that work for Zaft.
"Ahh, it's Commander Elthman, by what honor would Zaft be able to help you?" asked the secretary on the other side of the view screen.
"Get me Commander Joule!"
"I'm sorry, but Commander Joule no longer works for the military. He's part of the Zaft Council now."
"What?!"
"He was part of the council for 2 months, I'm sure everyone in the PLANTS heard the announcement"
Damn, this is what I get for not hearing from the military for 6 months"Anyhow, just tell him I need his help immediately!"
"Commander, what's wrong?"
"I'll tell Commander Joule and Joule only! Elthman out!" as I turned off the communications panel.
Yzak...one of the Zaft Council? I always thought he going to stay in the military like me. Eh, shows what I know. But Yzak is soooooo going to get it for not telling me about his promotion. I could of thrown a party!
Then I realized I forgot to eat for the entire day. So I made my way to the kitchen to make some standard military dinner. The "Sirloin Steaks: Elthman Style" took too much time to make, and besides, my main ingredient, steaks, were now all out.
I knew I should of rechecked my supplies so I could ask for more steaks...but nooooo. I just had to say "We're fine" when Zaft told me if I needed supplies.
After an hour of preparing and eating a meal that wasn't tasteful, but had the nutrients I needed, I headed back to my room to check up on Milly.
She wasn't there. There was the empty dinner plate on the table and empty wine glasses, but no Milly in sight. She must be in the shower, because I see her bikini on the bed, along with other clothes that were in her luggage. But as I checked the bathroom, she wasn't there, but the shower was used.
I asked all my soldiers if they had seen the captive, they all said no.
Lets see, where could she have gone?
She's not in my room, not in the kitchen, not near the prison cells...oh no...that only leaves one possibles place where she could be where my soldiers don't look.
I hope she isn't "there". If she is there she'll know everything!
I rushed to the Commander's Room, hoping to myself that she wasn't there and that one of my soldiers was lying.
But she was there. She was lying in a fetal position near my recorder.
She looked like she took her shower and now wore lavender pajamas. [2]
She noticed my presence and raised her head, along with tears in her eyes.
"You...really love me?" asked Milly, knowing the answer already
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Looks like Miriallia, being curious, snuck around the base and found his latest entry, which has his undying love for her. How will Miriallia react?
Stay tuned for Chapter 5: The Orb Triad awakens
[1]- Yes...I know. But I just hate Kuzzey, so why not!
[2]- I she would look better in royal blue, but I should give props to the story that inspired me, so lavender it is!
Truthfully, I'm not real adept at making up characters, so I'm just going to use pre-existing ones. So that's why I made Kuzzey a bad guy...and because I don't like him. He's always "We're gonna die!!!" on ArchAngel. I'm glad he left when he did. Although I thought he should have been the Skygrasper 2 pilot, but Milly would live happily ever after and my story wouldn't exist!
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