Summary: After arriving to the "base", Dearka and Miriallia decide to go to the Orb Emporium, a 10-story building where various businesses are held. Dearka decides to have a beer when he goes clothes shopping with Miriallia, but he hears the story on how Miriallia got that locket of hers. A tragic story indeed, but from one POV. So what happens now? Why don't you read and find out?
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On to the story!
Normal POV
-Dearka's Secret Base-
-2 hours later-
As Miriallia pulled up to the driveway of the base, she looked over to the passenger seat, where her friend Dearka lay sleeping.
"It's a miracle I even remembered the way back," said Miriallia to...well, herself.
As she got out of the door, she nudged Dearka, waking him up in the process.
"Dearka...we're back," said as she opened his door as well.
Miriallia's POVAs Dearka got out of the car, he chuckled at something to himself.
"What's so funny?" said with a little bit of concern.
"Oh...nothing," smirked Dearka as he grabbed my fisherman's hat off my head.
He must be up to something..."There, you look better that way," said Dearka as he put the hat on himself.
"Oh...thank you," said as I opened grabbed some of my bags and stood in front of Dearka.
"Are you going to help me or what?" said as I motioned Dearka at the backseat.
As Dearka grabbed some of the bags, he motioned a soldier dressed as a butler to get the rest of these to his room.
"Your room? I thought I had my own room,"
"There's no rooms left, besides...my room is comfy for two," said Dearka, winking as he made his way to the interior of the mansion.
No rooms left? That's absurd...With the trip to the emporium and holding all these shopping bags, I didn't have it in me to argue with him.
So I just followed him up to his room and, for now, my home away from home.
Dearka's POV-30 minutes later-
"There, I unpacked all of your belongings, Milly. Milly?" said as I looked around our room, only to find that Milly wasn't there.
But then the door opened, with Milly wearing orange pajamas.
"Milly?"
"I thought to myself, "Since I don't really have a choice...I might as well get used to it," said Milly as she simply laid on one of the sides of the bed.
"You should get some sleep too, you've had a tough day," said Milly as she closed her eyes.
"I guess I should," said as I went to the bathroom across my room to get into my nightwear.
Of course by nightwear, I just mean my briefs.
Miriallia's POV-6 hours later-
As I woke up, I realized that once again, I was sleeping with Dearka, but not by choice.
As I looked at Dearka as he slept, I noticed what he looked like when he was sleeping.
I have to admit...he does look so cute when he sleeps. And might I add...sexy.
As Dearka was still sound asleep, I decided to use my available time left to look at the last photo album.
When I found it, I looked through it, once again looking at all the girls that he has dated or just plain liked.
When I turned the final page, I nearly blushed and looked back at Dearka, still asleep.
You've kept it all these years...
Flashback
Normal POV
-4 years ago-
-ArchAngel, Eternal, Kusanagi-
A great day for the crew of ArchAngel, just one day after the war ended.
Everyone on all 3 ships rejoiced as they all had a celebration.
Everyone was happy that the war was over...but such was not the case for poor Miriallia, sulking in her quarters while on the outside, laughter and cheers were heard throughout all 3 ships.
Tired of being in her quarters, she got up from her bed and headed for the door, only to be intercepted by a running Dearka, spilling what appears to be chocolate cake at the front of the her uniform shirt.
"Sorry, Milly," replied Dearka as got a crimson handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to wipe off the food from her uniform.
"No...it's okay," said Milly as she went into the bathroom
When she got out of the bathroom, she wore her white short-sleeved shirt with purple shoulder lines that came with the uniform and held her now-ruined uniform shirt with one hand.
"It's not like I'm going to wear this uniform any longer," said Miriallia, tossing the uniform to her chair.
"So...what did you come here for?" said as she sat on the edge of my bed.
"I was looking for you all over ArchAngel," said Dearka as he held a digital camera.
"Taking a picture?" asked a dumbfounded Miriallia.
"Of everyone on the ship. Look I even got a picture of Murdock. Even though he says he's tough while repairing my Gundam, but he's damn shy when I asked him to say cheese!" exclaimed Dearka as he shown Miriallia his screen captures, one of which was Murdock before he pushed the camera away.
"That's nice. Want one of me?" meekly said Miriallia as she stood up and straightened what was left of her uniform.
"Okay, then," muttered Dearka as he put the camera on the table, facing her. He then took out a small remote.
"Let's switch countdowns okay?" said Dearka as he stood next to Miriallia.
"Okay," said Miriallia as she heard the remote being pushed.
(A/N: Dearka has the even numbers, Miriallia has the odds)
"Ten,"
"Nine,"
"Eight,"
"Seven,"
"Six,"
"Five,"
"Four,"
"Three,"
"Two,"
"O..." was all Miriallia could say before Dearka put his hand behind her back and put his other hand behind her head and gave her the most unexpected kiss. Since Miriallia didn't have time to react, she left her mouth a gape, so Dearka guided his tongue to find hers, making contact.
Then the inevitable happened.
Flash.
After the camera got this beautiful event, Dearka let go of Miriallia and went for his camera. Miriallia, feeling the air in her lungs had been taken away, laid on the bed to recover her breath.
As Dearka went for the door, Miriallia weakly yelled at Dearka.
"Dearka...can you take another picture?"
"Why, didn't like the kiss?" grinned Dearka.
"I just want a normal picture, that's all. I just want a picture for me,"
"Okay then...say cheese," said Dearka as he put the camera close to his head and aimed it towards Miriallia.
As he pressed the button, the words "Out of available space" popped up on the preview screen.
"Aww...damn. The camera can't take any more pictures. Perhaps tomorrow I can get a new card to hold pictures,"
"But we're all leaving tomorrow,"
Without a picture, Dearka didn't have anything to have Miriallia remember him by, until...
End Flashback
Miriallia's POV
Come on, where is it?
It has to be in one of these boxes.
As I searched through my belongings, I found what he gave me that day.
It was the ZAFT jacket he wore during the war. He said it's payback for ruining my uniform shirt, so I could have this jacket in return.
It was too big for me, hell, my fingers barely reached the cuffs of his sleeves. But it was comfortable to sleep in when I was at the Orphanage.
It was like a very oversized shirt that a lot of girls wear to sleep.
As I looked back at Dearka sleeping, I suddenly felt something in my heart.
I felt I wanted to be loved by him...but I couldn't betray Tolle's love for me.
This is too much for me to bear right now. I need to get away for a while.
I looked through all the boxes filled with clothes and decided to get dressed this early.
I dressed up in a short-sleeved peach collarless shirt with a plaid skirt.
As I quietly walked out of the room, I forgot there was a killer after me. So I grabbed his gun from the nightstand.
Only to realize that I didn't have any pockets to hide the gun. So I placed it on the back of my waistband of my skirt and snuck out of the room.
I took about 2 steps out in the hallway before I realized I was not alone.
"Ms. Haww, what could you be doing this early?" said a security guard.
"I'm...just going somewhere," said, trying to find an excuse.
"Have you told this to the Commander?"
"No...but don't tell this to the him,"
"But the Commander will get worried,"
"I promise I'll be back, just give me a day and I promise I'll be back,"
"Okay...but I'll give you the number of the Commander's cell phone if you have any problems," said the guard as he wrote the number on a notepad and handed the paper to her.
"One more thing...do you know where New Cheshire is?"
"Yes, it's only 2 cities over. You should have passed the road when you and the Commander went to the Emporium,"
"Could I get a ride to there?"
"Sure thing Ms. Haww, it should only take about 45 minutes. But..."
"But what?" asked as I looked over the number in my hand.
"When the Commander asks where you are, I'm telling him about this,"
With no other choice, I lightly bit my lip and caved in.
"Okay, lets go,"
-New Cheshire, at a suburban neighborhood-
As I scanned the neighborhood, I found the house I was looking for.
"Okay, stop here," said as I got out of the car painted as a taxi.
"Be safe," said the guard, now dressed up as a taxi driver.
As the car sped away, I looked at the house.
A Victorian-style house which lawn had several flowers, mostly daffodils and lily's.
As I approached the front door, I raised my hand to press the doorbell.
After a moment of silence, I heard some movement, then a couple of locks being opened and I saw her.
"Hi...mom," said as I greeted her with a small wave.
"Miriallia! It's been a year since you last came; this is an unexpected visit coming from you. in," said my mom as she led me into the house.
As I looked around the room, I noticed nothing has changed.
There were various oil paintings on walls and...a full-scale replica of the statue of David right in the middle of the living room.
"Mom! You still have that around?!," yelled as I pointed to the statue.
"Well, it reminds me of your father," said my mom as she hugged the statue.
"Eww...that's...on other words, where is dad anyways?"
"Oh, he's in Germany right now. He should be back on his business trip in a month or so," replied my mom, still passionately hugging the statue.
"M...Mom? Why are you dressed like that?"
(A/N: Her mom is dressed like a teenager. In other words, think of what a teenage girl would wear...now think of a 40 year old woman wearing those same clothes)
"What? I can't have fun and be hip?" sarcastically asked my mom.
Bah...once my mom has set her mind to something, it's useless to try to talk her out of it.
"I guess, hehe," said nervously, as I heard my stomach grumble.
"Oh dear, you must be hungry. I'll fix something up," said my mom as she went into the kitchen.
-10 minutes later-
When I looked at my plate, I forgot she was a health nut and got me stuff that was incredibly healthy, but was also very awful when I tasted it.
"So..."
Oh no, I know what this question is going to be. She always asks me this when I make visits.
"Do you have a boyfriend yet?" asked my mom, who was cleaning the dishes.
Whenever I answered the question with a no, she always got depressed. I suppose I can lie to her this one time...
"...Y...Y...Yes," said as I finally got the answer out.
"REALLY?!" exclaimed my mom as she dropped a couple of plates on the floor.
"Yes...we've been dating for...a month," said as I nervously ate my mom's breakfast.
As she finished washing the dishes, she poured a cup of coffee and placed it near my plate.
"So...what's his name? What's his name?" ecstatically asked my mom.
"His name...uhh," said as I thought of a name.
So I said the first name that popped into my mind.
"Dearka," said with a nervous smile.
"Dearka eh? The name just rolls off your tongue, but it does sound like it can get tiring to say a bunch of times,"
"Eh?"
"Don't you two have a nickname for each other? Let's see, what does 'Dearka' shorten to?"
"...He calls me Milly all the time," said as I played with my breakfast.
"Milly? What a cute nickname...Oh! I know! You could call him Dakka, or D, or..."
Somehow I knew what she was going to say next.
"Dekkie! Yeah, that's a good nickname for him! When you see him again, you should call him Dekkie. It's short and so cute to say," said my mom as she played with her wildly highlighted hair.
"I will,"
"Hey, why don't you call him right now?" asked my mom as she handed me her cell phone.
Not wanting to disappoint my mom, I remembered the number that soldier gave me and dialed.
The phone didn't even make it past the first ring as I heard Dearka's voice on the other line.
"Milly, is that you?" Asked a frantic Dearka.
"Yes...hey. Why did you assume it was me on the other line?"
"I only give this line to my soldiers and now...you,"
"So, where are you Milly?"
"I'm...I'm...at my parent's place in New Cheshire,"
As I listened on the phone, I heard clothes being frantically put on.
"Hey Dearka..." was all I could say before my mom took the phone away from me and talked into me.
"Oh hi honey! It's her mom here, and I'm just delighted that you are dating my daughter," ecstatically said my mom, excited that I'm supposedly dating someone.
After some talk between the two, mom invited Dearka over and gave him the address to the home.
Shit...-1 hour later-
I heard the doorbell, since I was at the door at the time; I was hesitant to open the door, expecting Dearka at the other side of the door. After a moment, my mom got irritated and opened the door for me.
"Oh you must be Dearka," said my mom as she shook his hands and let him in.
"Why hello there Miriallia's mom, it's very nice to see you," said as he looked around the living room.
"Oh don't be so formal, the name's Margaret,"
After my mom was finally done, she led him to kitchen to have some private talk.
Unable to take it anymore, I went upstairs and went to a room farthest down the hall.
Before I moved to the orphanage, my parents moved here and used what would have been my room for storage. There I left my most important things here, knowing it would be safe.
After searching some of the boxes, I found the picture frame that had a photo of Tolle and me, smiling for the camera. It's also the regular sized version of the picture in my locket.
I looked at it with a small smile escaping me. But I remembered what I did just recently, and felt tears forming around the bottom of my eyes.
I felt like I betrayed Tolle.
I lied to her. I don't...if ever consider Dearka a boyfriend. The only one for me was...Tolle.
But as I thought of that, I came to a realization. Tolle is never coming back, but there's always Dearka. But he's not Tolle...but then again Dearka..is here, right now..
Dearka...other than the capture incident, he's been very nice to me, and all I've done was try to avoid all of his attempts...
I guess I should be more wanting for his advances.
I suppose I was thinking to myself for a long time, I didn't realize someone was behind me.
I turned around to only face Dearka, smiling at me.
When he looked at my face, he immediately came over to put his arms around me.
I didn't resist it this time, I just didn't want to anymore. I just accepted his warm embrace and when he lightly cradled me, I rested my head against his chest and simply enjoyed the moment.
After a few moments, I still reveled in the moment until I heard a very familiar noise coming from the door.
Flash.
When I turned my head, I saw my mom with a flash camera, with a grateful sigh coming from here.
"My baby is all grown up," said my mom, wiping away a tear from her face.
Feeling awkward, I got out of the embrace and grabbed Dearka's hand and led him out of the room.
"Bye mom, I'll see you next time," yelled as I left the house with Dearka.
When I made it to the driveway of the house, I let go of his hand.
"What was that about?" asked a confused Dearka.
"She's...just thinks we are a couple,"
"Well...are we?" asked Dearka, with a noticeable grin.
"...Can we just go somewhere?" said as I avoided the question.
Dearka, obviously disappointed by my response, took a deep sigh.
"Sure, Milly. Where should we go?" asked Dearka as he used his car keys to open the doors.
After a moment of thinking, I decided where to go.
"Lets go to the book store," said as I got in the passenger's seat.
"Okay, but Milly, if you're going to use my gun, at least ask me first," said Dearka as he waved the gun.
"S...Sorry,"
-Cheshire Books-O-Plenty-
As I looked around the bookstore, I fumbled around various books.
When I went into the 'Careers' section, I looked around for anything that related to teachers.
I flipped through several books and thought of my dream of becoming a teacher...after this murder fiasco is done and over with of course.
As I was looking at the contents of one book, I felt someone tug at my skirt...hard.
The moment I felt someone was tugging, I dropped the book I was reading and grabbed the waistband of my skirt.
"What the hell you..."
When I turned around, I was confronted by 4 men, none of which looked younger than 50.
Then they advanced towards me with a devilish expression.
Being in the back of the store was quite of a disadvantage. I couldn't scream because each section of the bookstore had soundproof walls.
I reached for the back of my skirt, only to remember that Dearka took the gun when we were at my parent's place.
All I could do was walk back slowly...until I met the wall.
"What's the matter, honey? Is someone scaring you?" was all one guy said as they inched ever so closer towards me.
Soon they were within arms reach...then they were so close I could feel their breaths.
Feeling terrified, I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
But as I felt their arms binding me, I heard a voice booming towards me...well, towards the old men.
"Get your filthy old hands off her!" exclaimed the voice of my knight in shining armor.
I slowly opened my eyes to see who made the valiant battle cry, I saw it was...Dearka!
Suddenly, one of the old men let go of me and walked towards him.
"Nothing to see here, just a girl who needs some lov..." was all that guy could say before Dearka threw some punches at the guy's chest and I heard some bones break.
Feeling pissed, 2 other guys left go of me and instructed the other guy left:
"Make her sleep, we don't want any struggling,"
Then I felt a damp rag cover my mouth and nose and I started feeling drowsy...fast.
The last thing I was able to see was the two old guys brought out switchblades and started running towards Dearka.
Dearka...Please save...Me...Then I fell to the floor...and saw Dearka got stabbed in the forearm.
-Unknown amount of time-
When I came to, I groaned since my head felt like something was pounding in my head.
But as the pain subsided, I noticed something.
I doubt people coming to kidnap me would have me in a piggy back position.
Hoping my conclusion was right, I said "Dearka?"
"What is it Milly?"
It is Dearka!
He saved me from those filthy men.
Dearka slowly lowered himself so I can use my legs, which currently were being held by his hands.
When I was able to touch the ground, I took a step, only to be disoriented.
Dearka then helped me get back up. Seeing a diner not far from here, he escorted me to a table and asked me what I wanted.
I said some sandwiches and a large coffee.
When Dearka got our orders, I saw that he ordered a lot of sandwiches and placed them in the center of the table for both of us to have.
He then set a cup of coffee on my side of the table, and a bottle of soda on his side.
"What? No alcohol this time," smirked as I poured packet after packet of sugar into my coffee.
"Ha...ha, think you got enough sugar for that coffee?" retorted Dearka, noticing my little habit.
"Well...I'm just trying to get 5 spoonfuls of sugar," said as I kept tearing packets after packets and adding even more sugar to the coffee.
"5? I think 2 spoonfuls is just enough for one person,"
After a while of sandwich eating, Dearka finally broke the silence.
"You're not even touching the coffee. What's the matter, too sweet?"
"Tolle..." muttered as I looked at the coffee.
"How does coffee and Tolle relate?"
"On our first date...we only had coffee. That was when I tasted coffee for the first time, I thought it was "yucky". Tolle, knowing me well, decided to put spoonfuls of sugar...5 spoonfuls of sugar to be exact. When I tasted the coffee again, it felt like I was in heaven,"
After the story, I glimpsed at Dearka, and found him sulking while eating the last sandwich.
Poor Dearka...he saved me from those old men and I just talk about Tolle. Well, I guess I could try to cheer him up.
Thinking over the day's events, I remembered something.
"Yes," said as sipped my now cold coffee.
"Yes to what?" asked Dearka, finishing the last drops of the soda.
"Re...remember the question you asked back at my parent's place? Well, my answer is...yes,"
"But the only question I asked you was..."
After realization, Dearka's eyes lit up and looked at me with a newfound smile.
"I can't always be thinking of Tolle. So I guess for now I can be...yours," said as I drank the last of my coffee.
After our food was all eaten, we got out of the diner and walked around, side to side.
After a while, I noticed it was the mid-afternoon.
"How long was I out?"
"For about 4 hours,"
"You carried me for 4 hours?"
"Pretty much...right after I taught those creeps a lesson,"
When he said about the fight, I suddenly remembered what I saw.
"Your arm!" yelled as I checked his forearm, where a bandage is now over the wound.
"It wasn't deep if that's what you wanted to know," said Dearka as he swatted my hand away.
When we headed back to his car, I sat on the passengers seat and realized that I was seating on something else.
When I grabbed it, I noticed it was a book...a Teacher's book.
"Dearka?"
"It was the book that was on the ground. I assumed that you were reading it, so I bought it, along with a couple of other teacher books while carrying you on my back," said Dearka as he started the car and sped towards home.
As I looked at the book, I looked at Dearka with newfound respect.
He...inspired me to become a teacher again. I thought after Tolle died it was pointless to pursue that dream again.
When we got home, I read the first book while I was changing into my pajamas.
As I looked at myself, I thought to myself that I could make Dearka like me even more, so I got out of my pajamas and wore his ZAFT jacket and lay onto his bed.
When Dearka entered his room, his jaw literally dropped.
He ran up to me and looked over me from head to toe.
"What is it Dearka?"
"You just look so...beautiful," said as he got on his bed.
When the lights were finally out, he snaked closer to me and wrapped his arms around my stomach.
I blurted out:
"Oww, quit it Dearka, it hurts when you do that...,"
As I said that, I felt his arms leaving me and I heard a discomforting sigh from him.
I don't know what came over me...but something inside me wanted Dearka to feel...happy.
"...but, try to do it again, except don't try to squeeze me so hard okay? It feels nice though,"
I then felt his arms once again wrap around my stomach and felt him kiss my head.
As he fell asleep, I rested my head against his chest and comforted from the warmth. Soon after, I soon fell to sleep...with Dearka.
This night, my dreams were not about Tolle...but now they were about...Dearka?-Earlier Today-
Detective's POV-Bookstore-
I looked at the crime scene, where 4 men, no older than 50, were viciously beaten, but still alive...well, most of them anyways.
One had both of his arms broken, his nose cavity caved in. He's alive...barely.
The second one had all of his ribs broken; it's a wonder he's even breathing.
The third, well...the third died on the spot, he apparently suffered bullet wounds from the chest and the head.
The fourth...well, there should be four people, since there are four blood spots.
As I looked over the security tape, I found out that a 'Dearka Elthman' had simply incapacitated them.
But if he only knocked them out...how did they get all those injuries?Then, after this 'Dearka' left, another person in a trench coat walked in soon after and looked at the men on the ground.
He then said something inaudible to them.
With some audio enhancement I heard the words:
"You have failed me for the first and only time!"
As he said that, he pulled a gun out of his pocket and attached it to a silencer.
He then aimed it at...the security camera.
After that...the events are now just speculation.
As I looked at the guy who had his arms broken, I noticed someone on his forearm, a tattoo.
A very similar tattoo, and when I looked at the other men's forearm, I noticed they all had the same tattoo.
They all had the tattoo of the Orb Oni (Demon).
"Send the ones that are alive to the hospital," said as I got into my car drove back to the Police Headquarters in Cheshire Central.
When I got there, I submitted my findings to the head chief's desk.
Soon, I might catch the Orb Oni!
When Dearka sleeps, Miriallia escapes the mansion to meet her parents, only to see Dearka again. She feels uneasy around Dearka until he saves her from a kidnapping attempt, and those kidnappers seem to be working for the Orb Demon!
Stay tuned for Chapter 9: I love you too.
Oh...and I've already finished the last chapter of this story, which is titled "Moving On."
I just need to edit it...heavily. Still haven't done the consecutive chapters leading to it though, but I...and only I know how this story is going to end...well, I did spoil it to one person in the reviews. (You know who you are!)