Title: Wreckage
Warnings: Almost-but-not-quite-shounen-ai. Just depends how you look at it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Seed/Destiny. It would be a scary, scary thing if I did.
"KIRA!"
That was it. He'd lost him again. He didn't pull the trigger, press the button, draw the sword… but he could only ask for forgiveness, for surely there was something he should have, could have done. His supposed comrade had just killed the best friend he had ever known.
"Athrun?" Lunamaria hesitantly touched his shoulder.
He couldn't take his eyes off of the sight of Freedom's wreckage. Kira's wreckage. He felt like he couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't begin to comprehend what had just happened. This chest hurt, as if his ribs were squeezing the air out of his lungs and the life from his heart. It hurt, more than any simple war wound ever had.
"Athrun?" She tried again.
He glanced at her, wide emerald eyes glazed with tears, before dropping his head and veiling his face with hair. He stepped back, away from Lunamaria, away from Rei, away from the eyes of 'comrades' that could not feel this consuming grief. "Sorry… I… I… Excuse me." He turned his back and walked away.
He didn't look back.
Just my take on what Athrun would make of Kira's death. …Although I have faith that Kira will be back He's survived worse!