A/N: Hello! Hehe… xD Thank you to all reviewers! I sincerely can't believe you like my story… I have a really big confession to make. I didn't do any editing or put much thinking into the last chapter. I wanted to post so badly because my dear reviewers said my story was nice! xD but then I had tuition on that day. I completely forgot about it until my brother mentioned it only about five minutes before the tuitor arrived at our house. I didn't have time the evaluate my thoughts properly. I'm so sorry if it didn't turn out quite as well… strange thing is that, from the reviews, it was good… 0.o strange… anyway, without furter ado, I should get on with the story yeah? Disclaimer before that though…
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own gundam seed and gundam seed destiny. I'm just borrowing the characters from Bandai to be the actors for this fic.
An exception to a major character and few other minor characters.
On with it! xD
Promises: Pesticide
Normal POV
A young lady was in her room sniffling and hiccuping. Her eyelids, which were pressed tightly together, obstructed anyone from seeing her beautiful eyes that usually magnified her beauty. Thus making her appear as what she really felt—lonely.
Miriallia's POVI can't believe it. What's wrong with me? There must be another reason for all these uncalled for tears running down my face. I really need to stop. I want to stop. I few minutes more of this crying and I'm quite positive I'd have already cried a volume of salt water equivalent to that of the liquid content the huang-he. I'm NOT joking. Why on earth do these tears keep flowing? I can't possibly be crying over a stupid email! It's not as though it meant so much!.. ok. Maybe it did. But in what sense? So much tears for such a cause? Unbelieveable...
After all this while... Do I really care about him? Do these feelings stand? I don't see why it should… but… oh God… it hurts… Does this mean I'm actually over Tolle? It can't be. Tolle is the only one I've ever loved…
"Are you sure of that?" said a voice in my head.
"Of course!" I cried out loud. I would never cheat on Tolle. So what if only memories of him still remain? No one could ever beat how much he cared for me.
"Until now…" said the voice again.
I can't possibly move on… what would Tolle think of me?
"Have you forgaotten about the promise?"
Of course. The promise. I can't believe I asked him to make that promise... making it meant nothing. It was just a complete waste of time... he was just a security blanket. I couldn't have felt anything for him... he's just a playboy...
"That's unfair… to label him a playboy…"
Maybe… but so?
"You love him. Don't ever try denying it…"
Yeah right…
It was not until after that did I realise I was not crying.
Daph's POVURGH! I can't believe I have a bozo for a brother... was the discription of a pathetic Natural relevant to the conversation! Of course not! I've suggested to dad to send him to the hospital for the mentally disabled. He's been that retarded since the end of the war. The radiation from the neuclear activities near the end of the war must have affected the pattern of his brainwaves... You know, when ever he asks these descrition questions, I can't help but wonder if it's because of his previous perverted brain trying to take control again or is it that his brain is continuously being tampered with. Not that I prefer him as his perverted-born self but I still haven't gotten used to the new and improved bozo-fied version of my brother.
Would he just please stop spinning around and around? It only helps me to come to my above stated conclusion that he is mentally challenged. I still can't believe they made him a commander...
I walked of towards my bedroom to grab my clothes and sort out my thoughts while taking my well deserved shower.
After taking off my clothes, I stepped into the shower enclosure and turned on the water tap, adjusted it accordingly then waited for it to come to rest at my prefered temperature. I let the water flow down my body and began thinking of the day's events.
That Natural's such an ass…
Children are still listening to me… they were quite well behaved, considering…
My brother has a dysfunctional brain…
I finally came to a conclusion after a while of letting the water run that I think a lot… but not enough…
Daph's brother's POVMy sister is such a bitch.
I'm not quite sure but if you asked me, I might say, "Yeah! Literally!" I even think she looks like one…
Why do I have to put up with someone like her for my entire life? Why can't people like her accept everyone just as their selves? Some people are born to be irritating. So? Just accept it! I mean, it's not as though she can do anything about it.
Why are people like her so prejudice? So what if they're Naturals? Natural or Coordinator, all are still humans. What reason is there for onr party to treat the other party with the "hostility they deserve". What the crap! "Hostility they deserve"! No one deserves to be treated with hostility. Not even an ounce of it. If people treated my "beloved" sister with as much hostility she treats other with, she will go around asking all her "friends" why people treat her so. I'm ready to bet she would say "There's no reason for them to treat me like that... I mean, I'm such a nice person..." Nice person. Yeah right. If you were ever a nice person, I would be walking on my head now.
ARGH! She's so irritating! Like some pest. I should probably buy a bottle of pesticide and spray it all over her. Good if she gets killed. Serves her right...
Urgh... I feel so tense... moving around would be great... I spun around and around in my chair, moving my head around stretching my neck muscles, my arms moving beside me.
I have so much to type in my diary today... I probably should start in the morning... my whole day was only full of trouble...
I woke up in the morning and felt really sleepy. My brat of a sister was making so much noise... I would have never believed the female species were capable of being so loud if it weren't for my dearest sister. Even the Princess of Orb wasn't so loud...
I sat up on my bed with my back hunched a little, turned to the side of my bed to stand up only to be rudely reminded of my condition when I left the bed and almost crushed my skull. Luckily, I was quick to react and so placed my hands on the ground before my head could crash onto the worn carpetted floor of my bedroom.
I made my way slowly to the drawers that contained my clothes and changed immediately upon taking my uniform out.
Once my clothes were on, I made my way down the stairs to consume the source of the heavenly smell that I had awoken to. I got onto the chair and greeted my mom a good morning, ate, and then complimented on her excellent cooking.
After washing her hands, she helped me onto my chair and pushed me to the door and assisted me into the car that was waiting outside for me. The journey to work was always uneventful. There was no difference in this time either.
I reached the base and got out of the car by myself and was saluted by my soldiers and I stopped for about half a second to salute them back and then proceeded to go to my workroom.
Today was quite weird because I did not do as much work as I usually do but by the time it was time for lunch, my arms were already tired. I obviously didn't know what caused me to be like this.
After lunch, my best friend called me up. This was our conversation.
"Hey. I need you to personally get something for me from the factory. Bring some men along. The things are quite heavy."
"But—"
"Oops... sorry... can't seem to get used to the idea you were handicapped, Dearka."
"Yeah, well, whatever. But you didn't have to rub it in."
The line went dead. Of all things, why was it necessary for me to be involved in the stupid accident? Now I have to use that bloody wheelchair...
The rest of the day went fine. Until my beloved bitch sister had to come back and start bitching about how sickeneing her day was. Well, I admit. It was my fault in initiating the converstoin with a "How was your day?"
I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying until I heard the word "Natural".
I can't believe it. She met Miriallia.
Miriallia... I guess she's already hooked up with someone...
Why does it have to be that I get rejected by the one and only girl I ever loved? I guess I was really too much of a playboy...
But... why did she make me promise to be with her? Not that I didn't want to make that promise, but I did it without hesitation because she sounded in desperate need of someone to be at her side and she had come to me to ask for the comfort.
Ok. That's it for now. Not so good this chapter but I hope you didn't mind the corny jokes. I'm sorry but you have to bear with it. my personality comprises of that aspect so please tolerate it. You should be seeing it quite often. Please review!
Thanks again to all my reviewers!
Sango A.R: uh… I hope your worst fears didn't happen. I mean, when you said "paired up", did you mean a BGR? Anyway, hope you liked this! xD
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