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Anyways, in this chapter I will continue one fron the last one and all your questioning thoughts will be answered. And now, here is the 12th chapter, because you reviewers made me happy by giving me so many reviews within a short period of time. Therefore, I am rewarding you by giving you a chapter within a short perido of time, LOL!
Upon arriving at Atha Mansion, both Dearka and Miriallia got out of the car in silence. A chilly breeze of wind swept by and Miriallia shivered. Dearka wanted to go over to her and give her his jacket, or something. But her knew, that right now, she would run from his touch as though it was diseased. She had remembered Tolle and there was nothing he could do now to put himself back into her good graces. He was nothing compared to the memory of Tolle. Sometimes he wondered if Tolle was actually that good, or if it was the memory of him that was the pure and loved one.
Miriallia started up the flight of stairs towards the huge door of Atha Mansion, with her hand fumbling in her purse, trying to find the key Cagalli had given her. But, Dearka raced up the steps and reached the door with his key out before she was able to find it. He opened the door with the key Cagalli had given all of them so they could come and go as they pleased. As soon as Miriallia reached the top, he opened the door for her, trying to be as much of a gentleman as he could.
She passed through the door with a slight roll of her eyes and a scowl and swiftly moved in front of him and up the stairs before he could stop her to talk to her. She ran up the stairs, down the hall, and to her bedroom, with tears starting to stream down her rosy cheeks.
Dearka tried to follow her when he noticed that she was crying, but decided that he had better not. He clambered up the steps lazily and dejected. He reached his door and stood there for a moment, listening to Miriallia's sobs inside. Finally, though, he just couldn't take it any longer, and went into his own room, which he though would block out all sounds coming from hers.
Miriallia, upon reaching her room, flopped down on her bed and all the tears just started coming. She couldn't stop them. And she didn't know why she was crying either. She loved Tolle and she missed him, but she hadn't cried for him in over a year. She just hadn't let herself. She had thought that she was over him, and that maybe her and Dearka could have something, after all. But when he kissed her, and his kiss was like none other that she had had, saddened her deeply. It shouldn't have been better than Tolle's. He was the one that she was truly in love with, and yet, it seemed that she melted more fully into Dearka's embrace than she did when ever she kissed Tolle.
Mostly she was disappointed with herself for letting Dearka effect her this much. But she was also angry that he had and she didn't know why. She encouraged him to kiss her, and yet she lashed out when he tried. She had thought she was over Tolle, but in truth, she wasn't. She was mad with herself for letting it get this far, and yet she had wanted it to get that far. "Oh!..What is WRONG with me!" she screamed in side her head.
She moved repositioned herself on her bed, so that her head lay on her pillow, and her foot brushed up against the pictures she had laid on her bad earlier. She sat up and reached out for them. Once in her hand, she flipped through them and slight smile wandered onto her pale lips. They were all of Dearka. In some, her was sitting next to the fountain in a very purposed pose. But in others, she had caught him off guard and he looked surprised, or silly. There was one where he had gotten hot waiting for the rest of the tour, and had taken his shoes and socks off and splashed his feet into the water fountain. That was her favorite. He hadn't caught her take the picture, so he looked serene and pleasant, and yet still had that mischievous smile that just said, "I hope no one catches me".
They were all good pictures. But that picture, she felt, was the most true to his character. She smiled. It was definitely him. Always doing something and hoping not to get caught. Mischievous and yet gentle. Gentle. He could be the most provoking man at times, and yet, there was a gentle side of him that hadn't shown to practically anyone. But he had shown it to her because he loved her. She knew that now. After that kiss, there was no mistaking it. He wasn't simply flirting with her because he thought she was cute. He loved her and was trying to make her love him too.
She closed her eyes in pain at what she had done to him and a tear squeezed out through her eyelids and rolled softly down her face. "he loves me and I think I have feelings for him too. But not like Tolle. Tolle will always be there and I'm sorry, Dearka. I tried to see if I could let you into my heart, but I couldn't. Tolle's memory is still there and I can't ever forget him and until I do, I will never be able to fall in love with you. I am so…so sorry". Miriallia collapsed into her bed with closed eyes and she started crying harder and harder, until she, finally, just fell asleep, with tears still streaming down her pale face.
IN DEARKA'S ROOM...
Dearka lay on his bed, still thinking about what had happened. He had kissed her and she had refused this gesture of the love he felt for her. "Oh Dearka, you shouldn't have kissed her! You should have waited!" He kept telling himself over and over again. "But I just couldn't help myself. There was something about the look in her eyes at that moment that told me that she was going to welcome my kiss. Boy! I sure got a rude awakening!" Dearka rolled over on his bed and moaned. He wasn't physically injured or anything. But he still felt like someone had just stabbed him in the heart. "Love's injury, I guess" Dearka told himself that that was what it was. That was why his heart ached.
He rolled over again, noticing how silent it had gotten. Even though he had come to his room, he could still hear Miriallia's sobs. But now it had stopped. He didn't hear anything coming from her room. He got up off his bed and tiptoed to the door. He was afraid that even the slightest sound, even in his own room, night disturb her into violent sobs again. He opened his door and crossed out into the hallway and stood right in front of her door.
No, there definitely was no sound coming from within her room. Her reached fro the doorknob and started to turn it slightly. He cracked it just enough to see her sleeping form on her bed. "Well, I guess it's good that she is sleeping it off."
He went down the hall and sat down on the steps in the great hall. He rested his elbows on his knees and let out a sigh. He heard the front door open and looked up. "Hey, where have you guys been?" He walked down the steps and greeted the ones who had left him and Miriallia at the roller rink alone.
Lacus smiled and ran up to Dearka, "Oh! We had a wonderful time! We went to go get ice cream!" Lacus ran back to be at Kira's side, in a semi dreamy state.
Dearka looked puzzled. "Than why did you leave me and Miriallia alone at the rink while you guys went to get ice cream? I mean, you didn't even tell us you were leaving!" Dearka threw up his hands to emphasize that he was slightly ticked.
"Well…" Athrun was the only one who spoke up while everyone else seemed to try and hide behind everyone else. It was a rather amusing sight, actually. "Why don't you ask Cagalli for the answer to that one". Athrun pushed his fiance forward.
Cagalli gave Athrun a brief glare and then turned her attention to Dearka. "Well….you see….we…I….well what I mean to say is that I wanted you and Mir to spend some time alone!" She finally managed to blurt out.
Dearka was rather stunned. He hadn't realized that Cagalli was trying to play match maker. "Oh." Dearka looked down to the ground, watching his feet, nervously.
"By the way," Athrun started, "Where is Mir?"
Dearka flicked his thumb in the direction of the stairs. "She's upstairs in her room. Last time I checked, she was asleep."
Cagalli smiled and a mischievous thought occurred to the blonde. "Oh? So you're checking up on her now?"
Dearka flushed and his entire face heated up into an obvious blush. Lacus and Kimiko giggled, while Kira and Athrun tried to restrain them selves, while Cagalli laughed out loud. And Yzak…well he wasn't in a very good mood. His friend had abandoned him. Yes he forgot about the fact that they had actually abandoned his friend. And he had gotten stuck spending all his time with Kimiko, having to resist the impulse to stare at her all the time.
Finally, they all started to calm down and go up stairs. It was late and they needed to get up in the morning to actually start on the peace talks. They all retired to their own rooms and Dearka went into his.
He took off his cloths and changed into his nightwear. He brushed back the covers on his bed and crawled in. His tense muscles relaxed and he soon fell asleep.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
A black sedan came from the road where it had been hiding and pulled up in the front of the mansion and parked. A man got out and closed his door silently. He was tall and rather handsome. His dark hair got swished around in the night breeze. He stalked around the house, looking in each and every window he passed. It was all dark inside so he knew everyone had gone asleep He reached the back of the house and clambered up a trellis. His swift movements were made with an ease that signified he was most likely a Coordinator.
He swung over to a balcony and lifted himself over the edge. The moon was at the perfect angle to allow him easy sight into through the windows. He peeked in the room and saw two sleeping forms. One had pink hair and the other had brown. This wasn't the room he was looking for. He moved on. He leapt over to another balcony that was about seven feet away, again displaying his Coordinator skills. He peeked in. He couldn't exactly tell who was in there, but he knew it wasn't who he was looking for.
He kept doing this, clambering from balcony to balcony, jumping from rail to rail, finding some inhabited by people, others empty or containing only furniture, until he came upon one that meant he was getting close. It contained a blonde with lavender colored eyes. It was Dearka's room. He jumped over one more balcony and, discovering the person he was searching for, slightly opened the sliding door. He was able to slip in without a waking the sleeping brunette.
He crept over to her bed and leaned over her. She felt his shadow looming in and her sky blue eyes suddenly fluttered open. Upon the sight of him she sat up immediately jumping back. "Jubin!" She cried, startled.
"Yes." Jubin straightened himself up, standing erect.
"Wha…what are you doing here?" She clambered out of bed and quickly out on her robe.
Jubin flashed her a devious smile, "I'm here for you, Miriallia." He stated it as though she should have guessed already.
Miriallia was starting to get scared. "How…how did you get in here?" she edged her towards the door, but her flew in beside her and blocked the path.
"I came up the trellis. But does that really matter? I mean we're here, together, you and I, all alone. We could be doing things other than just meaningless talk." He moved closer to her. She felt his hot breath on her face and cringed. He leaned his head down and grabbed her round her waist. Her pulled her to him and she couldn't so anything about it. He was too strong for her. He pulled her closer and closer, ignoring her protests, until their lips met and he brutally kissed her, bruising her lips.
She pushed him away long enough to scream and then was pulled back into the embrace. He fingered her body and she was fearing the worst, until she heard the door behind her being banged down. It was Dearka. He had heard her scream and had come immediately. The door collapsed under his force and lunged into the room, already knowing what would face him.
He punched Jubin on the side of the mouth and that made Jubin go flying to the floor.
Jubin looked at Miriallia and then at Dearka. "So that's the way it is, is it?" He stood up, rubbing his mouth, which was now bleeding. "Well, then, Miriallia, If I can't have you, then neither will he!" He yelled into the dark and pulled out his gun. He raised it up and pointed it at Miriallia.
Dearka panicked as his finger tightened on the trigger. Dearka ran in front of Miriallia and a shot was heard. Dearka fell to the floor in a limp heap. Blood was seeping through his shirt and draining onto the floor.
Miriallia let out a scream and lunged at Jubin. He had made her mad. Jubin wasn't expecting this sort of thing from the beautiful Miriallia, so he was naturally taken off guard. He stepped back out of her path and tripped over her suitcase, which was lying on the floor next to her bed. He fell back and hit the ground, his gun landing flying out of his grasp and landing on the floor next to him.
Before he knew what hit him, Miriallia grabbed the gun and a single shot was fired. Jubin's head fell back and the last expression he had was that of utter shock.
Miriallia collapsed on the floor, all the strength she had being drained out of her and horror written all across her face. "Oh Miriallia, what have you done! You have killed someone! Murdered someone. Even if he was trying to rape you, it was still wrong. But he did shoot Dearka! And that is unforgivable!" At the remembrance of what happened to Dearka she rose up and flew to his side.
"Oh Dearka…" Miriallia moved Dearka's head onto her lap, not caring about the blood staining her nightgown. Tears were now falling down her face.
Dearka used what little strength he had left to raise his arm up and cup her ace in the palm of his hand, wiping her tears away with his thumb. "I love you, Miriallia." he said finally letting her know, for sure, the feelings that had grown in his heart.
Miriallia bent her head down and kissed him on the forehead. "I know. I love you too." She started sobbing even more. She hadn't realized how much she had loved him until now, when he was lying on the floor, helpless and injured, dying.
Dearka used all his effort to smile at her revelation. He was in a great amount of pain, but right now, he felt he was the happiest that he had ever been. She had said that she loved him. She loved him….and then his eyes closed and she felt his muscles give way, his head falling back and losing what strength he had, the blood still oozing out of the wound in his chest……
TO BE CONTINUED...
Well, I'm done with the 12th chapter. Sorry about the cliff hanger, but i promise that it's not over and that I'll update soon.
Please review. This was the second to the last chapter, so that means that as soon as you lovely reviewers give me ten reviews, you can find out the end of my story.
In the next chapter, you will see the conclusion of what happens. Will Dearka survive, or will he die on Miriallia's lap? Will they live happily ever after since Miriallia now realizes how much she loved him, or will Tolle's memory wtill get in the way? Find out in Chapter 13, "Forever, your protector".
The next chapter has the same title as the fic name because it contains a scene that gave me the idea for the name.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it will come back to see the conclusion. At the end of the next chapter I will tell you about another fic I plan on writting and I will let you all vote on something.
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