A/N: Hello! I'm here with another chapter and annoying authoress' note that no one bothers to read! Anyway, I'm very sorry to say that as you can see; my updating speed is going to be damn slow. Math Honors is WAAAAAY harder than I first thought. And yeah. But I'm trying! This chapter is longer than any of its siblings, I think! Enjoy! HAPPY VALENTINE'S!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SEED! AND NEVER WILL! Unless for some freak reason, I wake up as its creator! AHAAH! But that'll never happen.
Day 6 – A Day in the Life of Athrun Zala
Athrun Zala strolled down the halls of Elsmere High. Strange thing was, he was walking as if he was walking through a minefield. He peered around every corner before quickly darting around it, looked both ways before walking, checked the stairs to make sure no one was going to jump him with a knife and tiptoed around like he was stealing something.
Why was the blue-haired pretty boy walking like this?
Why, the pink-haired thing that had latched herself onto him of course!
Athrun actually wished to have a conversation with Cagalli that consisted of more than, "Hello Cagalli, how are you Cagalli, see ya later Cagalli." He shuddered. Yesterday, he had been dragged around by Mia, all around school like a limp rag doll, anime tears falling, wishing to be reunited with his blonde princess. And as much as he would have liked to just throw Mia out the window and run to Cagalli, he could not. Never mind the fact that Athrun was a gentleman. Mia had LITERALLY latched herself to Athrun's arm!
And her voice… oh dear! Athrun had to congratulate his ears for taking on that horrid sound and surviving! At this rate, however was our little Athrun going to ask Cagalli to the Valentine Dance!
Suddenly, he came to a halt as a brilliant idea punched him in the face and he began to see little Cagallis floating around his head.
He could ask for help!
"Now who to ask…" he mumbled thoughtfully. Kira wouldn't be a choice, because he hadn't seen the boy since two days ago. It was like he dropped off the face of the Earth! Dearka would DEFINITELY be a very bad choice, and Yzak would probably shoot him, and he couldn't ask his mother. Athrun had his dignity and pride.
"Athrun!" a familiar MIA voice called from behind.
Athrun whipped around, barreled toward the owner of the voice and tackled him to the ground, covering his mouth. "Shhh!" he hissed, head whipping around, searching for the pink-haired Death-of-Athrun.
"Uh… what's going on?" Kira demanded, gazing around.
"Never mind. Just someone I've been trying to avoid," Athrun sighed, helping Kira up. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you the last two days!"
Kira shrugged and chuckled nervously. "I've been a bit busy," he replied, eyes darting around.
"Kira, what did you do?" Athrun demanded bluntly "You're displaying the signs of a nervous man after doing something incredibly big that they'll probably regret later."
Kira flinched. "IsleptwithFlay!"
"What?" Athrun asked, confused.
Kira sucked in a deep breath. "I… slept… with-"
Athrun slapped Kira on the back. "Whoa, Yamato! Already?" he cried. "Were you and Lacus-"
"-Flay," Kira finished.
"Drunk or… excuse me!" Athrun demanded, grabbing Kira by the collar. "My ears must have gone screwed while I was listening to that thing babble. But did you just say that you slept with FLAY!"
Kira nodded meekly, watching as his best friend's face remained absolutely calm for a moment. But as was the saying, there is a calm before the storm… he watched with fright as Athrun's face contorted into what could only be described as absolute rage.
"Athrun…?" Kira asked.
"KIRA YAMATO!" Athrun cried, eyes flashing…quite literally. Kira made a run for it, valuing his life quite dearly. Athrun made to chase him when the sudden shout of, "THERE! GET HIM!" sounded behind him.
Oh no… Athrun thought fearfully, daring a peek behind him. Sure enough, the Athrun Zala Fan Club (which mostly consisted of girls, but look closely and people could spot a few guys as well), holding banners and various items -such as Athrun plushies, shirts, and whatnot- were charging in on him, kicking up a hell lot of dust.
"ATHRUN WE LOVE YOU!" the leader, who shall be dubbed Bobette, yelled, waving a rather large plushie of Athrun and clad in a navy blue shirt and green skirt.
"GET AWAY FROM MEE!" Athrun yelled, starting to catch up to Kira, who had been far, far ahead.
"Athrun what's-"Kira was cut off as Athrun grabbed his arm and began to fly down the hall, the fan club still hot on their trail.
As Athrun proceeded to run for his life, whilst carrying his bag and Kira with inhuman strength, he saw his escape route at the end of the hall, with lights shining down on them, trying to violently open their locker. Oh yes… Heaven was upon him, in the form of Cagalli Attha. In more ways than one, of course.
Convinced he was safe after a few more meters, Athrun began to dramatically run just as a hand grabbed his wrist out of nowhere and pulled him back, causing him to fall, and drop Kira and his bag.
"Hey!" Kira complained, having swirlies for his eyes.
"There you are!" Mia cried, pulling Athrun to her with inhuman strength and tying herself onto Athrun's arm. "I was looking for you!"
"M-M-Mia!" Athrun said, yanking his arm and trying to get out of the incredibly tight bind.
"Who's that?" Kira asked, having regained consciousness. He pointed at Mia, with a shocked expression on.
"I'm Mia!" Mia declared perkily, smiling.
"Hello Athrun, Kira," Lacus greeted jovially. "Mia,"
"Hi Lacus!" Mia yelled, waving crazily.
"Lacus!" Kira called out. Lacus froze in her spot but didn't turn. "Uh… I kind of wanted to talk to you!"
By then, Cagalli had been joined by Stellar and both of them were presently looking at Lacus and Kira, as was Athrun and Mia.
"If it's about Flay, I already know all about it," Lacus declared, bangs shadowing her face and her voice trembling slightly.
"Oh, um…" Kira glanced down, embarrassed, and disappointment weighing him down. Wait a minute… why was he feeling disappointed? Because she's acting so calm about it; like she doesn't care, a voice in his head whispered.
No, it's because I didn't get to tell her, Kira decided. His thought seemed to make more sense and the other voice seemed to make things only more complicated.
"I… have to go," Lacus mumbled, bolting back the way she came from, ramming right into Murrue but not bothering to stop. Kira could have sworn he saw tears flying behind the pink-haired girl as she ran, but he wasn't too sure…
Murrue looked from one student after the other, and concluded her feared thought. The rumors she heard were proven true.
-
Mwu sighed and knocked on the door, absolutely dreading and hating what he was going to do. Oh he was going to regret this! Even after he died, he would look at this day and GRIEVE! While he was doing this, how was he ever going to ask Murrue if he could be her escort to the damn dance! His usually hyper expression was drab and looked to have no life in them.
The door opened and a woman looking to be extremely… err… uh… pretty (AN: BetchathoughtI was gonna say ugly! Well... I FOOLED YOU! MUAHAHAH! Ok, I'll shut up now...) faced him. Her face lit up when she saw Mwu. "Oh, MWU!" she cried, tackling the poor man onto the ground, acting like a crazy fan girl on caffeine and sugar.
Mwu gazed up at the lovely ceiling with little holes in it. His luck sucked. "Hello, Ayame…" he mumbled half-heartedly, prying the excited woman off of him.
"Hello, Mwu" Ayame Kita giggled girlishly. She was another one of 'high school' chums, only that she had been Mwu's next door neighbor for… AGES. And AGES. Ages that were filled with Ayame chasing Mwu and forcing him to eat incredibly bad-tasting chocolates on Valentines, threatening to kill Mwu's beloved stuffed cow if the he didn't 'marry' Ayame. The tactics your regular, everyday obsessed girls use. Ever since Mwu had moved in, Ayame had fallen right in love with him and had chased him around and around and around, even when Mwu had resorted to pretty drastic resorts to shake her off. Like purchasing a Doberman that chased him around instead of Ayame, stomping on her Valentine's Day chocolate and insulting her right to her face (he had been reprimanded severely for that), and even kissing Murrue in front of her when they were kids!
"Ayame," Mwu began, deciding that he'd rather get it over with extremely quickly before someone like Le Creuset spotted him here and way before he'd start to feel pain and more regret and grief.
"Yes?" Ayame asked expectantly, her eyes turned into little pink hearts.
"I wanted to ask you a favor," Mwu began, rummaging in his pocket for the piece of paper with all the information written down on it, and the other piece of paper with what he was going to say without giving her any false clues on it.
"Like what?" Ayame demanded dreamily. "Like me going to the dance with you? OF COURSE! You know afterward, we could get married, live in a nice house with a picket fence, have children, you know it'll be so dreamy! You'd come home and I'd greet you, and the kids' names will be Joanna and Freddy…"
As Ayame began to ramble on and on, Mwu sweatdropped, the piece of paper in his outstretched hand. Groaning, he threw his cue card away, deciding it was useless since the woman was already planning his life down to the minute when he hadn't said anything.
"Ayame," Mwu cut in before the woman planned how their funeral would be like. When he died, he could guarantee that Ayame would NOT be invited.
"Yes?"
"This is my favor that I ask of you," Mwu said, shoving the piece of paper and preparing to make a run for it.
Ayame opened up the paper and began to read it as Mwu began jogging on the spot impatiently. He planned to make a run for it after some kind of deal was made before Ayame could do anything to him. When he meant anything, he literally meant anything. He shuddered as he remembered what Ayame had done to him in second grade…
Flashback to Mwu's childhood
"Oh, Mwu! I'm so PROUD of you!" his mother cried, tears of joy running down her face as she looked at Mwu's graduation thing.
Wrong memory! Flashback to the PROPER memory…
Mwu, seven years old, began to bawl and struggle with the ropes that tied him up to a chair. Ayame, the evil neighbor had miraculously gotten a rope and somehow convinced him to sit still on a chair, and tied a rope around him! The seven year old blonde wondered how she had accomplished it: oh yes… Ayame had bribed him with chocolate cake. More specifically, Murrue's chocolate cake.
Mwu had done what he was told and sat patiently in the chair while Ayame tied him up, waiting for the heavenly cake to be in his mouth… but no. The cake was non-existent and Ayame had taken his beloved cake away from him! The nerve!
Now he was left all alone, in a tree house that was currently on FIRE. Which wasn't good AT ALL. And Ayame was on the ground, probably eating the cake. She had told him if he agreed to be her future husband, she'd let him go and let him have the cake.
He could hear her now, down on the ground, enjoying the cake with… Rau Le Creuset! NO! How could Rau have the cake when HE couldn't! This was unfair! The cruel thought made Mwu bawl even harder.
"Is it safe for him to be in their, Ayame? He seems to be crying," seven-year-old Murrue asked, looking up at the tree house, clearly worried.
"Who cares? If the dimwit thinks we're actually going to leave him there, he's incredibly dumb," seven-year-old Rau Le Creuset said, busy stuffing his face with chocolate cake. His shirt was smeared with cream and crumbs.
"Mwu, are you all right?" Murrue called out, hands around mouth and socked feet on the picnic blanket under the currently burning tree house.
"NOOO! Murrue, get me out of here! It's hot and Rau's eating all the cake" Mwu called down, whining.
"No I'm not, dummy!" Rau lied after cleaning the last bit of cream off the plate.
"I'm not letting you out until you agree to marry me, Mwu!" Ayame declaimed, pouting.
"No! I don't wanna marry you! You're ugly and mean! I like Murrue better! Lemme out! Lemme out! MOMMMYYYY!" Mwu yelled, shaking his head furiously.
Flashback to present…
Mwu still shed tears after that memory. The way that Rau ate the entire cake and lied to him was so… CRUEL! Why would anyone DO that!
"I'll help you, Mwu," Ayame began.
"Really?" Mwu asked warily.
"Only if you go on a date with me," Ayame finished.
Mwu began to cry hysterically. "NOOOO! Why do you suggest such cruel fate, Ayame? This is just like when we were kids and you'd put me in a burning tree house! This just CAN'T be fair!" he cried.
"Fine then, I don't help you," Ayame said, handing the piece of paper back, arms crossed. "You know you need the help, Mwu. If you want the job and your car"
Mwu froze. Oh the evilness of this woman… Ayame was right. He DID need her help if he ever wanted to keep his car and get Rau's job! After three minutes of grave decision, Mwu replied, very unenthusiastically, "When and where?"
-
Lunch
Miriallia and Carys waited by Cagalli's locker, chatting idly as the girl struggled to remember her locker combination.
"Dammit!" Cagalli mumbled, spinning the lock again.
"You're finally copping to your feelings then?" Carys asked, smirking.
Miriallia blushed. "Shut up! I'm just going to give him a chance! It's not like I'm madly in love with him or anything!" she protested.
Carys rolled her eyes. "Uh huh… You keep denying your feelings, Mir!" she chuckled. "My mother is forcing me to go to that stupid dance. I don't see why I even have to! But apparently, if I want to keep my car, Mother says I'll have to attend with a date, in a dress other than black!"
"Why do you not like it? I think it's great!" Miriallia commented.
"Oh please… it's a waste of time," Carys shrugged.
"You know, for someone you hate so much, you're just like Yzak," Miriallia said in a lecturing tone.
"And for someone who supposedly despises him, you talk about Elthmann an awful lot!" Carys countered.
Miriallia blushed red. "S-SO!" she said.
"AH HA!" Cagalli cried triumphantly, holding up the lock. "Now let's see…"
Carys and Miriallia watched in interest as Cagalli opened the locker door and gently picked up a navy blue envelope. Their eyes widened simultaneously as Cagalli read the navy blue stationary paper and blushed.
"What's that?" Carys questioned.
"Oh this?" Cagalli asked, twirling the letter.
"No, Cagalli, the flying pig behind you," Miriallia rolled her eyes.
Cagalli smiled, the faint pink still tingeing her cheeks. "It's from a Secret Admirer," she confessed. She held up the necklace that both Carys and Miriallia had noticed. "He gave this to me just yesterday! And today, he gave me this."
"…A pen!" Carys scoffed. She flicked it, eyebrow arched. "What's so romantic about a pen?"
"It's so pretty, Cagalli," Miriallia said, elbowing Carys in the ribs. "And you did say you needed a pen. And this one looks expensive! It even has your name carved on it in fancy script!" she exclaimed, awed.
The pen Cagalli was holding up seemed needless to say, frigging expensive, with gold lining, and her name carved in fancy writing. The buttercup yellow seemed to suit her quite well, and charms of a star and a crescent moon dangled off the clicky part, glistening. The third charm, which was half a heart also joined its fellow charms, glittering.
"The charms look like agate," Miriallia marveled, sighing. "It's just so pretty!"
"Hey, I've seen one of them before, I know I did," Carys said thoughtfully. "It's one of those new trends. Couples thing, you know? Each shares half of the heart. It's damn expensive, I'll tell you that!"
"Oh, right! It's a popular Valentine gift, isn't it?" Miriallia asked.
"Yeah, but who's my Secret Admirer?" Cagalli asked pointedly.
"Whoever has the other half, duh," Carys said matter-of-factly.
"Eww… do you think it could be Yuuna!" Miriallia gasped, grimacing. "That would be just… awful!"
Cagalli shuddered. "Don't say it. His voice is so nasally and screwed up," she ground her fists. "If only school allowed violence, his face would be half way down to hell!"
The three began to walk down the hall.
"Speaking of hell, where do you think Mia Campbell came from?" Carys questioned, frowning. "She's beyond all points of redemption! I feel pity for Zala… as if being chased by his legion of fan club wasn't enough…"
Cagalli snorted. "Did you see the way she was hanging off Athrun?" she demanded, eyes flaring. "It was so damn wrong and sick!"
"I don't think he has a choice," Miriallia chuckled softly. "She bound herself to his arm. It didn't look like he could get out of it."
"Why don't you play the knight in shining armor and rescue the prince-in-distress?" Carys mocked. "It would certainly save your future husband from being irritated to death by the weirdo!"
Cagalli blushed. "D-Don't say that! He's not my future husband!" she insisted.
Miriallia laughed. "What's wrong Cagalli? You don't like what you're seeing in your head?" she asked playfully.
Carys and Cagalli gaped at her, both resembling something quite like a … pet goldfish.
"What?" Miriallia asked.
"You pulled a Dearka Elthmann on us" Cagalli gasped.
"Are you absolutely positive you haven't been you know, seeing him in secret, Mir?" Carys asked seriously, eyes glinting.
"NO!" Miriallia shouted a little too loudly, blushing enough to make the sun die in shame. "Absolutely not!" with that, she stomped off, muttering under her breath incoherent swear words that neither of her friends knew existed.
-
Shinn drew in a deep breath and attempted to smooth out his unruly black hair, wishing his hair could be as tame as Kira's, or even nice, and long like Athrun's, or even as straight as Yzak's! No matter what he did, his hair would stick up, and it. Wouldn't. Go. DOWN!
"Dammit!" he grumbled, glaring at his reflection. Sighing, he just decided to forgo his hair. She wouldn't mind, would she?
Inhaling deeply, he looked in the bathroom mirror, imagining he was in the hallway, talking casually to Stellar, just casually bringing about the subject of dances, and casually asking her if she'd go with him. It was really easier said than done.
What was he doing in front of a bathroom mirror, imagining a currently non-existent conversation like a lovesick fool?
Well, Shinn had gathered what little courage he had and decided to ask Stellar out to the dance. He had tried, really, he had! As soon as he saw her, he tried, but his mouth wouldn't open, and his words were stuck to the roof of his mouth, during Art class, he tried, but she had turned away at the last second before he could approach her. And in Home EC, he had tried, but only succeeded in tripping, sending a hurtle of pots and pans crashing down on his head. He'd gotten a pot stuck to his head. AGAIN.
It was just freaking embarrassing. He had tried to find Stellar to take it off his head again, but since all he could see was lovely, cold stainless steel, he had crashed into the same wall numerous times before Waltfeld-san wrenched it off his head, deciding he had laughed enough.
And now, during lunch time, here he was, trying to play the conversation with his reflection before actually going and trying it out for real.
"Hey Stellar," Shinn said, casually, grinning. Frowning, he shook his head. "No, no, no… um… How are you Stellar?"
The boy continued to practice possible opening lines, all the while fidgeting and trying to keep a straight face and not turn red.
"GAH!" he finally cried, aggravated. If he couldn't do this with a damn reflection, how the hell was he going to fare with the real thing, in flesh and bones! He was going to DIE, that's what!
Drawing in another meditative breath, Shinn began again. "What's up Stellar? Hey, I was just wondering… are you going to that Valentine's Dance…. NO, NO, NOOO!"
"Uhh… Shinn? What are you doing?" Athrun Zala asked expression portraying shock, surprise and a hint of fear, and his voice holding the tone of suspicion.
"Huh? Oh, uh, no I'm not crazy, Athrun," Shinn mumbled, turning beet red. At least it wasn't some other student…
"But what were you doing? I know you usually don't go around screaming at your reflections," Athrun asked, leaning against the sink. "Is this some kind of secret hobby or something? If it is, I understand completely, buddy!"
Shinn sweatdropped. "No, I'm just… thinking of ways to ask Stellar to the dance," he confessed, voice hardly audible. "Kira's helping me, but uh… really, what does he know? I think it's a complete stroke of luck on his part and some random moment of insanity on Flay's part that she even got interested in him in the first place!"
Athrun nodded. "Ah, you speak the absolute truth, my friend," he agreed, chuckling.
Shinn sighed and ruffled his hair. "I could swear it runs in the family!" he grumbled, crossing his arms. "I've gotten help from him for the poem, but then, I can't bring myself to say anything impressive!"
"And you went to Kira for help?" Athrun asked.
"I was desperate," Shinn said.
"But Kira can't talk to the female population himself! Do you not remember the time he tripped and fell into the garbage can when he was trying to talk to that nameless girl we don't remember the name of?" Athrun laughed.
"I stand corrected. I was crazy,"
Athrun smirked, one hand on his chin, and teeth glinting. Striking a pose, fanfare began to play as he launched into a song, complete with dance moves. "Well, well, well what do we have here, a lovesick lad in desperate need of help!" he said harmoniously, clad in a tuxedo, with a rose in his mouth.
"A-Athrun…?" Shinn asked sweatdropping and eyes like little dots. His jaw was dropping and closing like a fish as he watched the charade.
"I can help you find a date, I can help you land the girl of your dreams, I'm date doctor Athrun Zala, and I help for absolutely no cost!"
The words no cost flashed in neon lights as the sign came out of nowhere.
"I can pull you out a date like that," as if to demonstrate, the blue-haired boy pulled out a random girl by the hand from a magician's hat. "I can teach you how to swoon the object of your affections," Athrun flashed the girl a winning smile and grasped her hands. And just like that, she fainted from being overloaded with man-prettiness.
By now, Shinn was beyond all points of help by therapy. Seeing a good friend doing a salesman/flashy commercial thing was just too… much…
Athrun twirled and was now in some Spanish dancing outfit, offering a rose to a girl that magically appeared in front of him. "I can teach you all the fab moves across the world, catch and land any fish in the water, just call 567-ZALA and help will be there in a second!"
Athrun zoomed in, forefinger flicking Shinn's head as he went back and struck a pose, the teeth-glinting smile in place. "No one is beyond redemption, desperate men, not when Athrun Zala is on the scene! The love of your life might be waiting around the corner!"
"…" Shinn was rendered speechless as he stood, hand frozen in mid-air, still wearing the same expression.
Athrun, reverted back into normalcy, cleared his throat and whipped out a name card. "Here's my business card. Don't forget to call. Sayonara, Shinn! I must tend to the needs of my stomach!" with that farewell, he embarked on the courageous journey to the cafeteria, where the land of revolting foods and extremely loud noise awaited him.
And Shinn, stunned, just tipped over as cold wind blew in from the open window.
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After school
Miriallia found herself at the corner of Dearka's house, one foot forward and the other back, hand gripping and re-gripping her backpack straps nervously. How she found out where he lived, she'd never tell. OK, OK, so one day, she just accidentally followed him home. No big deal! People do that all the time, don't they?
Dearka's large house loomed in front of her and Miriallia forced herself to take a step forward, and her foot peeled off painfully slowly from the pavement. Licking her lips nervously, she rushed all the way up to Dearka's front door before she had any chance or nerve to back out. She had decided she was going to give him a chance. And she planned to stick to it!
Oh damn… Good job, Mir! You just couldn't bring your lazy self to find him during school instead of talking to him at his house. What the hell is he going to think I am? She thought to herself angrily.
She raised her forefinger to ring the bell but quickly brought it down. Drawing in a deep breath, she tried again. And again. And again. And again. And again.
"Dammit, Miriallia! Get a grip," Miriallia mumbled to herself, shaking her head.
Shutting her eyes and drawing in another deep breath, she punched to doorbell mercilessly, ringing it who-knows-how-many times. She rang it again. And when no one answered, she rang it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And one last time for good measure.
"There you go, Mir, you can't back out now!" Miriallia said happily.
She heard sounds of footsteps approaching, along with loud curses and yells of, "Betsy, you fat, idiotic damn dog from freaking hell! BETSY! You stupid bitch! LET GOOO!"
"Uhh…." Miriallia stood there, eyes wide as what sounded like Mrs. Elthmann yelled next.
"DEARKA ELTHMANN! Don't you dare use that kind of language in the house! What was I thinking getting you that motorcycle! Now you're going to run away, drop out of school, turn to drugs, and the life on the streets, and rot in jail!"
Sounds of another pair of footsteps sounded and Miriallia heard what she guessed was a good whacking with the spatula.
"DAMMIT, Mother! Someone's at the door! Ow, ow, ow! OK, OK, I'm sorry I called the dog a female dog! Jeez!" Dearka's voice.
Miriallia rang the doorbell again, amused.
"I'm coming, dammit! Hold your damned horses! Dammit! BETSY!"
Miriallia raised her hand to pound the door instead when it unexpectedly swung open and she found herself pounding on the face of Dearka Elthmann.
"OW! God damn son of a-"Dearka refrained from finishing his sentence as a murderous, "DEARKA!" rang throughout the house.
At that time, a furry, rather obese thing had taken its time to jump with amazing strength at Dearka's head, and Miriallia's hands flew to her mouth.
"Oh my gosh! Kami, I'm so sorry!" she cried as Dearka rubbed his nose.
"Milly!" Dearka cried incredulously, seemingly unaware that a fat dog was chewing on his head and there was spatula marks on his face.
As Miriallia was about to answer, her eyes looked at the dog's, which were trained on her. She looked again. The dog, supposedly Betsy, was on Dearka's head, chewing his hair, and spatula marks adorned Dearka's face. No less than a second later, Miriallia burst out laughing, unable to answer the boy's question.
"Hey, what's so-"Dearka was cut off as he felt his head and felt a furry mass. "DAMMIT! YOU STUPID DOG! You're making me look like a damn fool! Go chew on Yzak's perfect head or a tree or something you damn cross-breed sloth!" he cried, heaving the dog all the way to the hammock across the street, which just happened to be where Yzak was, getting ready to swim in the pool in his back yard.
"Oh…. Crap!" Miriallia drew in a much needed breath, still shaky from al the laughing she had done.
"Glad you enjoy it, Miss Haww," Dearka said wryly. Well since, Yzak was in his yard, getting chewed on by Betsy, this couldn't be some cruel, inhumane joke being played on him. Maybe this was a dream too perfect to be true? Perhaps his Mother's spatula had sent him over the edge!
Miriallia finally stopped laughing, wiping stray tears from her eyes. Biting her lip, she struggled to put words together without bursting into laughter.
"You know, this wouldn't happen to be a cruel dream, right?" Dearka asked suddenly, suspicious.
"Huh?" Miriallia sweatdropped as Dearka got into a begging position on his knees. "Uh… Dearka… what are you doing…?"
"This has to be a dream. You, at my front door, calling me by my first name, all on your own free will, there has to be something wrong. It has to be a dream," Dearka cracked open an eye to be met with Miriallia's blinking blue gaze. She was crouched down, hand on her knee as her free hand flicked his nose.
"Ow! What was that for?" Dearka demanded, rubbing his nose and blushing.
"Nope, it isn't a dream, Elthmann. I'm here, on my own free will," Miriallia declared, standing up.
"So, um, why are you here? If it's not to beat my face into the ground and yell at me?" Dearka asked, eyeing the plasma TV in Yzak's room.
Yzak liked to show off his TV, and he had the mover people position it so whenever Dearka looked at his house, The TV would be THE first thing the boy would notice.
"Well, I thought about what you did at the cafeteria," Miriallia began, unusually timid and scuffling her feet. "And I want to apologize for smacking you."
"Uh hu- WHAT!" Dearka cried, startled.
Miriallia cleared her throat. "I said I wanted to apologize. If was actually kind of sweet of you to do that," she giggled.
Dearka rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. "Well… uh, thanks, I guess…" he mumbled.
"And, I also wanted to say, that um, I wanted to give you a chance," Miriallia continued, now fully pink. "Just to see how it'd turn out, you know?"
Dearka grasped Miriallia's hands, eyes wide. "You mean it, Milly?" he asked.
Miriallia nodded slowly. "Just don't make me regret it, Elthmann," she said mock-warningly. "I can't be held accountable for my actions then, got it?"
Dearka nodded. "You got it! I promise I'll make you the happiest girl alive, Mir! You won't regret it, I swear!" he promised eagerly.
Miriallia smiled. "You'd better not tell me I'm wrong, Elthmann!" she smiled and looked up at the sky.
Tolle, I hope you're watching…
-
Athrun relaxed in the Jacuzzi, glancing up at the starlit sky. The day had been excruciatingly tough today. He had to put up with Kira and Lacus' odd silent moments the entire day, while trying to escape from Mia's wrath of annoyingness, had to escape his dedicated fans from stealing his shirt… again… and Cagalli…
He sighed dejectedly. He hadn't had ANY chance to talk with the blonde at all! Every time either Yuuna had dragged her away, or Mia had a death grip on his arm, or he was being chased by fans while trying to give the challenged students some useful tutoring sessions. And on top of that, La Flaga-san was acting a little shady today…
"He wouldn't be doing drugs… would he?" Athrun mumbled to himself.
"Athrun!" his stern father, Patrick Zala, called crossly, entering the pool house, waving a piece of printed-out paper.
Athrun cursed. His damn interim! How could have his father found it! He had made sure that it was hidden. Hidden well within the recesses of the Zala mansion. Wedged in between his mother's recipes, the last place his father would look. Apparently, he was wrong.
"What is this?" the senior Zala demanded, waving the paper around. "Why does it say that you're only achieving 95 in English, Athrun?"
Athrun desperately wanted to sink and drown. No… not another one of his father's underachieving crap lecture things! HOW DID HE FIND THE INTERIM!
"I knew those cameras would come in handy," Patrick muttered evilly, smirking. "And I take a look at the cameras today, and guess what I found Athrun? I FOUND YOU HIDING THE INTERIM FROM ME!"
"Father, it's not what you think!" Athrun protested.
"What am I seeing Athrun? I am seeing a 95 on this page and I'm not blind, dear son!" Patrick argued. "What are you doing, Athrun? Drugs? Alcohol? Prostitutes? Well? Take your pick!"
"I'm not doing any of that!" Athrun said.
"Then why did your grade drop!" Patrick questioned, sitting on one of the patio chairs, arms crossed.
Athrun sank into the water. "It's Valentine's, Father," he muttered, turning red. Oh there went his pride right down the gutter. Oh and was that his dignity up there flying away? Why, yes it was!
His Father grunted. "Seems like an excuse for a lot of things these days. What's your excuse?" he asked gruffly, eyebrow twitching.
"Eh… uh…" Athrun fumbled for words. Where was all his smart vocabulary when he needed it?
"Well come on, I don't live forever, you know," Patrick said impatiently.
"There's a girl," Athrun began.
"Well of course there is, son, you aren't in love with a wall, are you?" Patrick scoffed.
"Well, no," Athrun answered.
"Go on,"
"Her name's Cagalli,"
"Is it that blonde girl you're always hanging out with?"
"Yes,"
"Well, go on,"
"I like her,"
"And that's why your grade dropped by five percent?"
"A lot,"
"Define a lot, Athrun. You aren't elaborating much,"
"I mean, a lot, a lot,"
"Athrun… say the 'L' word, it's not going to degrade you into a measly piece of dirt rotting away!"
"OK, fine I love her!"
"There you go, son! That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"That's no the point, Father."
"So what's the problem? Why isn't this Cagalli lady going on an falling in love with you like the rest of the female population does and riding off into the sunset in a pumpkin coach?"
"Because Yuuna Seyman's always sticking his ugly face into our conversations and Mia Campbell just literally chains herself to me,"
"Son, if there is one thing you need to know, is that we Zala men do NOT lose what is rightfully ours in the first place. Same goes for women. Do you think I stood by and just watched while other men fawned over your Mother?"
"Probably not,"
At this time, Patrick was looking out into the night sky heroically, flames erupting around him. "Then go Athrun, make her your woman before that Seyman fellow does! If you don't, I will personally make sure you get decapitated!"
"Uh… that's a lovely thing to do to your son, Father…" Athrun trailed off, sweatdropping.
"I will let your English grade slip by, since it is due to such an important matter," Patrick declared, walking out of the pool house. "Go and fight for her, Athrun!"
"Uh… I will, Dad!" Athrun nodded, chuckling nervously. Oh yes… a day in the life of Athrun Zala was not an easy task to carry out.
A/N: And there goes Athrun. In his Jacuzzi. I think in episode nine or eight of SEED Destiny, they show him showering or something. I don't if anyone else agrees, but he is just freaking HOT! And the word man-pretty, the credit goes to my friend Kaylan, who started the trend! LoL!