A Funny Reunion
Summary: It's been ten years sense the teens of Gundam Seed High have graduated and now the head of a major company is throwing a large party. What will happen when the now adults meet each other again?
Pairings: not telling!
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will, sadly…
Chapter Two
Somebody Once Told Me…
Mirillia was standing on the corner of 12th and Main shivering. It had been ten years since she was in this godforsaken place. She shivered once more and sighed. What came over her to go walking in the rain at midnight? She shivered once more as she tried to get her cell phone out of her purse.
She looked at the time and sighed again. So… cold… she thought to herself, her head starting to hurt. She didn't want to go anywhere and get lost. This place was really good at doing something like that. Getting you lost and giving you troubles. Archangel City of the "Stars" was the town's official name.
She had grown up here knowing that one day she'd leave and hoped that she'd never come back.
The city street lamp on the corner flickered. It took back to the days when the girls of Archangel High would walk the streets at night and tell silly stories to why the lamp always flickered. No one ever fixed the stupid thing. It was probably a loose light bulb.
She started to walk across the street when she tripped suddenly. Her purse went flying and she hit concrete on her hands and knees.
"Oww… damn… that one hurt…" she coughed and looked up. The city was silent as ever. Some men started to come out of a bar a little further away when Mir tried to get her things back in her purse. One of them recognized her.
"Mirillia! Mirillia Haww!" came a male voice. Mir looked up to see who had called her and standing there was the last person she expected to see.
"D-Dearka?" she asked, looking up. Dearka, Elthman hadn't changed one bit over the past ten years, well besides his looks. He was still taller then her, stronger and cuter. He had his same tan skin and blond hair but his face wasn't much like the little boy he use to be.
"Hey, you okay? Hey you guys, I'll see you later," he said, jogging to Mir's rescue. The men whom were obviously very drunk waved goodbye and started to sing very loudly.
"Hey. How's everything? You need help?" the tall man asked. He smiled as Mir shook her head and looked at the ground to hide her blush. She had always thought of him as an idiot, but suddenly she liked being around someone she knew. He was so cute…
When the "group" had been in high school, Dearka was the jock that everyone wanted to be around. All the girls loved him but he never actually liked them. He had always looked at Mir when they were younger. He had asked her to prom but she was already going with that stupid Tolle. It was understandable. Tolle came from a lot of wealth. He was a good guy and last Dearka had heard he was on top of Wall Street somewhere. Unlike what everyone thought Dearka was going to do, he decided to be a painter.
He was a great athlete but he never really liked that life.
Mir continued to hurry and put some things in her purse when Dearka found a certain time of the month item on the ground.
"Here, I think you need this," he said laughing a little. Mir went even more red and grabbed it quickly.
"So… uh, how've you been… Dearka? I heard that you didn't accept a scholarship to play football. Why not?"
"I decided to be a painter," he said, helping her up and walking next to her.
"You what? That's really weird…"
"What do you mean?" Dearka asked, putting his hands in his pockets as they strolled through the empty streets.
"I always thought you'd-"
"Play
football professionally? Everyone did. Not my thing. It was great for
a sport in high school but like capturing moments more then being in
them. I take pictures and paint. That's all I want to do. I'm
pretty famous in Pairs. They love me there."
Mir smiled silently
and they reached the next block over.
"So… what do you do now? Cagalli called me the other day and we talked a bit. Said you did some sort of modeling or something like that…"
"I run a company that works in cosmetics and our models are mostly middle aged women so that we can get everyone in the picture of cosmetics. Everyone uses younger girls that are too skinny. That is unhealthy. If someone killed themselves trying to look like me with a tiny waist, I'd die…"
"Well… that sounds really good. I'm glad to hear it. You married yet?" he asked suddenly. Mirillia was caught off-guard. She had not really thought about getting married for a long time. She was now twenty-six. She wouldn't mind settling down. Maybe if Tolle would- She stopped thinking when Dearka stopped walking.
"Uh… no… I'm not…"
"Oh… hey. Do you know who that is?" Dearka asked, not really listening to her. She looked to where his head was faced and saw a group of men and in the center was a silver haired man, his back to the pair.
"Ah! Is that who I think it is?" Mir asked gasping.
"Yeah, I think so… Hey! Yzak! That you!" he called, pulling a hand out of his pocket to cup his mouth.
Yzak turned quickly to see the two of them standing there. It took him a second to recognize them but when he did he smiled a little.
"Hey! Uh… excuse me guys, but I gotta go!" Yzak said, running across the street.
"Who're those guys Yzak?"
"What? Oh, just some old punks whom still hold a grudge but that's kids stuff. Hey, you're uh… Mirillia right?" Yzak asked, trying to think. Dearka smiled and Mir just nodded.
"So… did I miss something?" Yzak asked, looking at the two.
"Huh? No… uh… why could you have?"
"Because you're awfully quiet. It's your old ROTC buddy! Come one! Can we at least shake hands?"
Dearka laughed and the two shook hands and talked a little about high school when Mir decided it was time for her to go.
"Well. I'll see you two at the party, I guess," she said hesitantly.
"Huh? Uh, yeah, I'm going. What about you Yzak."
"That's why I'm here."
"Great. See you then, Miss Haww." Dearka said, waving goodbye.
She hurried down the street but not before she heard something that made her stop.
"You idiot! You're still in love with her!" It was Yzak.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. We've known each other since the beginning of Boy Scouts and you want to tell me that you still don't like her?"
"I don't know! I haven't seen her in ten years. I'd see her in those fashion magazines of old girlfriends for years but not ever talk to her. This was something I wasn't expecting She's probably still in love with Tolle."
Mirillia turned around and put her back against the wall of a drug store and gasped for air. D-Dearka? What the heck was going on? He had been with every girl in Archangel, beside herself, and yet the only one he wanted was her? She gasped again and started to hurry down the street to her hotel. This wasn't going to be a good reunion after all…
A/N: Okay, I really screwed up on my last chapter with the stuff and stuff. I'm so sorry it was my first post and I forgot a few things. Thank you Writer of Dreams for telling me this, yes it is in an AU and Tolle and La Flaga are still alive. Please forgive my stupidity for not paying attention to that. Please do not kill me. Anyway, y'all are so great; I already got a bunch of reviews. Thank you. This one is starting out a little slow, I know but don't worry. It'll be better soon.
Yes, ailiricxxz, he is very egotistical. Tolle is way OOC on this one. I liked him in the show but I never really liked him with Mir after I met Dearka. I thought they were so cute together. Bummer about him dying though. I cried. Thank you for all of your reviews. I love you!
(Sorry for the long note.)
Mika out!
