Disclaimer: Gundam Seed not mine though don't we all wish it was ours?
I've decided early on that she (who is yet to be named) is not the drop-dead gorgeous kind of girl and she is not God's gift to men. She has merely three excellent abilities as you would learn when I get around to describing her. I don't want her to be perfect as I think perfect people are annoying and unnatural. I am not sure how to write Ezaria but we'll see how she turns out. I don't like writing "Ezaria's POV" or "Yzak's POV" so I am counting on the fact that you are smart enough to figure out who's POV it is at the moment as you read along. The chapters are short mainly because I thought those were good points to cut the story at that point. Uh, and I just realized, her (the unnamed) description doesn't really blend in this portion of the story just yet.
Chapter 2. Ezaria
She was still slightly trembling as her son ran to her for an embrace. She didn't want to show how scared she still felt especially with all these other people around her. The Chairman earlier left with his foster son following him. Clearly, they too wanted some privacy, the young pilot was still in a state after the earlier scare they had. She understood the young man, she normally would not approve of such a weak control of emotions but after all her Yzak would probably be the same if not worse. From the young pilots babbling, it appeared that the Minerva arrived just in time to see the ship explode.
She closed her eyes as she let her son wrap his arms around her, grateful that they had this moment together. Only an hour earlier, she thought she'd never see her only child again.
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She entered her quarters feeling dead tired. She had spent the entire trip discussing with the Chairman all the plans for the latest operation which would hopefully lead to the end of the latest war. She was on her way back to Plant after a grueling five days on Earth but there were still a lot of work to be done and thus she joined the Chairman's ship to continue the discussions. She could not be idle when her son was out there risking his life to protect the PLANTs.
As she sat on the bed she looked at the picture of her husband and her son, wearing his white uniform, that was on the sidetable. She always carried this particular picture, as her baby was wearing a small smile for once and not his usual scowl or smirk. She was, after all, the one who took this particular picture. She lovingly put a finger to it, tracing the nose, laughing silently at the memory of the scowl that always comes after if she does this to the real person. He never did like it when she does that. When he was little, he would even stomp away and threaten her in his five year old haughtiness that he won't let her embrace him again, all the time scowling at her with arms folded across his chest. This would of course prompt her to do it again just because he looked so adorable scowling like that, and he would howl in protest and run to his father. He would of course after some time run back to her for an embrace just because he wanted to.
She sighed thinking of her only son and all the other sons and daughters who left their homes in PLANT to help in the new war. She was lucky that her son returned from the last war for a lot others, like Councilor Amarfi's, son, never made it back. Granted, Yzak was not exactly the same when he came back, but still he was alive. She could still see in her mind the grieving, tear-stained face of Councilor Amarfi's wife when they attended the memorial service.
She was determined to end the war as soon as possible, this time for Yzak's sake, and perhaps to atone for her part in a lot of the deaths of the previous war. She still felt a pang of guilt each time she remembered her part in the last war. How could she have not realized that Patrick Zala had gone mad with grief? In his defence, she would not know if she would go to the same length if it was her husband or her son who died at Junius 7. She only knew that she didn't want to find out. Still a nagging question was how to end the war without so much unnecessary bloodshed. And what was necessary anyway? She still has yet to find the answer. She closed her eyes for a moment, saying a prayer for safety for all those who were still out there and peace for those who have perished, and then got up again to take a shower and prepare to sleep. I'm really becoming soft, she thought as she closed the door of the shower room.
The alarms started blaring as she was taking off her jacket in the shower room. She immediately put it back on and instinctively grabbed the picture as she rushed out.
"What is it?" She asked as calm and collected as she always was.
"We're under attack by EA forces." The captain answered. She would have said that that much is obvious fool but she held her tongue. She wanted to know what class of ships were attacking them as well as the strength.
"I think it's best if you get immediately into an escape pod Sir, Ma'am."
"Are we in danger?" Dullindal asked.
"Just as a precaution Sir. We of course have the upperhand but we want to make doubly-sure that you and Councilor Jule are ready in case an unforeseen event happens."
She was briskly whisked off to an escape pod together with Chairman Dullindal and another crew member. As the door of the escape pod closed off, the Zaft personnel said, "This will only take a few minutes Sir. There's nothing to fear."
It turned out the few minutes were not really few, and that there was something to fear after all. It seemed an eternity as they waited inside, her thoughts kept on going back to her husband, and to her son, still clutching the picture in her robe pocket.
"What is the status Captain?" she heard Gilbert ask via the comlink. "They've sent reinforcements Sir. Our mobile suits are coping with the reinforcements but I've sent out an emergency message to our own troops. They should…"
The transmission was cut off by a deafening explosion, their emergency pod started to vibrate that she had to secure herself with the seatbelt. After five minutes, their emergency pod started to move, they were being evacuated from the ship.
The person in charge of their shuttle immediately switched on the screen just in time to see the Nazca class ship explode. Their shuttlepod was thrown by the impact of the blast, hurtling them pass EA forces. Their controller struggled to take control of the pod.
She couldn't even scream, she shut her eyes as her mind was filled with just one thought "Yzak, my baby!"
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She inhaled his scent. A lot has changed ever since but still he smelled as crisp as ever. She was holding her baby boy again and to hell with those who were watching. Thankfully, Athrun asked all the others to leave, leaving them and Yzak's bestfriend Dearka.
"I was so scared Mother."
"I was so scared too."
Dearka just looked on not wanting to intrude on the two of them. He would have left but after all, Ezaria was almost like a mother to him as well.
She felt her cheeks suddenly becoming wet. She was crying, she was not one to cry in front of Yzak, preferring him to see her as the reliable rock of his life. She cried buckets when she dropped off Yzak to his first nursery class, and when Yzak had his first sleep over at a friend's house. She cried for weeks when Yzak left for the academy. More heartbreaks came once he was sent off with the Le Crueset Team, when she was told that he had a horrible accident scarring his face, when she learned that his mobile suit crashed to earth, when he had to leave again to command the Voltaire. But all these time he didn't know. She never cried in front of him nor anyone else for that matter. The only other person that has seen her cry was her husband in the confines of their room. But now here she was, so shaken that she couldn't control herself.
"I thought I'd never see you."
"Me, too Mother."