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Hey everyone! I'm back with the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it

P.S. The thoughts are in Italics.

Miriallia awoke, later, with a pounding headache. She moved her hand across the back of her head and felt a somewhat large bump, where the ZAFT soldier had struck her. Feeling the bump, she flinched. She wondered how long she was out for and where she was.

Sitting up, Miriallia scanned her surroundings. She was in some sort of prison cell, but it was hard to tell since there were no lights in it. The only light she did have, came from far down the hall to the left and she couldn't see its source.

She was about stand up, to look through the bars at her further surroundings, when she heard footsteps from the hallway outside her cell. She didn't know why, but she quickly laid down, with her face turned away from the cell door, and made as though she was sleeping.

The footsteps came closer and closer, until, they stopped right outside her prison cell. then she heard him talk. "I know you're awake. I can hear your heavy breathing, which you're breathing wouldn't be so heavy if you were actually asleep. So, don't pretend like you ar asleep. You are awfully bad at it." He unlocked Miriallia's cell door and stepped in. "Anyway, it wouldn't matter if you really were asleep because you're to come with me".

At this, Miriallia rose from the hard matress, that was supposed to be her bed. The ZAFT soldier, who she recognized as the same man who had chased after her earlier, was clad in a red and black uniform and had dark brown hair, almost black, hair. His eyes were a mahogany color and, if she wasn't scared out of her wits at that moment, she would have thought thathe was rather handsome. But, she was scared; not just because she was in a cell with him, a would be asassin, but because she was with him on a ZAFT ship. Not to mention the fact that she was their prisoner.

He led her out into the hall and fell behind her, so he could watch her better, as they walked. He watched her as she walked, her smooth, shapely, hipsswaying back and forth, between the rows and rows of prison cells. "Man! Too bad she's a natural. She's kinda cute!", he thought and then they reached the end of the hall, where they joined with another ZAFT soldier, also clad on red.

The first ZAFT soldier, or would be asassin, moved on front of her, while the other one, who was not nearly as handsome, fell behind her, to make sure that there was no way she could escape. They led her out into another hallway.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, Miriallia got up the courage to say something. "Where am I! Why am I here!" she demanded.

The ZAFT asassin, in front of her, immiediately stopped walking and threw her a silencing glare, over his shoulder.

This did silence her. She lowered her head and she remained quiet for the entire duration of their sojourn. They arrived, a few minutes after the glare incident, at the bridge. She meekly folowed the ZAFT soldiers into the bridge and they practically shoved her in front of a chair, which, she thought, must be the commander's chair. This was proven by the chair containing a silver haired, young looking, man, wearing a black and white uniform, which she knew was aZAFT commander's uniform. She could tell that the young commander had an attitude problem by the smug expression he held and the grim smile he wore.

Again, she decided to make her demands. "Where am I! What do...", she was abrubtly cut off.

But not before a certain blonde Coordinator perked his ears up at the sound of her sweet voice, "Could it really be you?... It couldn't be... it just couldn't!", but he was afraid to look for fear that her and her voice would just fade away into an illusion.

The silver haired Coordinator, who was the one on who cut her off, practically shouted at her, "I wil be the one asking the questions around here!"

This stunned her so much that she stood there, still as a rock, with her mouth wide open, gaping.

"Now," the Commander stated with a somewhat calmer tone to his voice, "who are you?"

Miriallia snaped out of her daze and answered immediately, "Haww. Miriallia Haww. I'm a war photographer."

"Miriallia... it is you!" , but the young man remained glued to his minitor, for fear she would disappear the minute he looked at her.

"A war phographer, eh?" the Commander responded. "Well I have a problem on my hands," and then the ZAFT asassin wispered something in his ear, "Two, actually. So, I'm told", He corrected himself. "However, one should be farely easy to take care of". Miriallia's mind was wandering to her camera, thinking abouth the pictures she had taken of the ZAFT soldier. that must be one of the problems he was refering to. The other had to be her. Because of these wanderings, she didn't hear the next command the silver haired man issued. "Elsman, confescate her film." he signaled for the blonde to do so and he rose, his head looking down to the floor, afraid to look at her, and disappointed that she didn't reply at the metion of his name.

She snapped out of her wanderings when she felt a slight tug at the camera she held in her hand. She looked up to find a blonde camera thief. But, that was all she could ,tell, was that he was blonde. His head was bent down and his, somewhat, unruly hair was strewn over his face, so she couldn't see what he looked like.

He took the camera from her hand and lifted his head doing so, just so he could catch a glimpse of her sweet face. "Those eyes... she is even more beautiful than I remember her". He felt himself wanting to dive right into those two large pools of sky blue. He wasn't sure why, but he felt himself strongly drawn to her, wanting to take her away from here and hold onto her forever and protect her.

As he stared into her eyes, she stared into his. "That hair... those eyes...", she felt almost faint at the sight of those long missed, lavender, eyes and and a small blush appeared on her face. She hoped to god he didn't notice.

They remained this way, staring into each other's eyes, for several seconds, before Miriallia discovered that she was not dreaming and he was really standing right in front of her. But, just to make sure, she uttered, "is that you, Dearka?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Don't you just love me for giving you that nice cliffhanger?( dodges heavy objects thrown at self) Sorry, but I wanted to ensure the fact that you will be back to read more. Besides, it's not as though it was a life threatning cliffhanger. Hehe. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think, but remember, this is my very first Fanfic, so please be gentle.

The next chapter will be entitled "So we meet again". I this chapter title from Angel of Dreams.

See you next Chapter!