DEARKA'S PERSONAL BATTLE by dark-oBsessiOn
SUMMARY: Miriallia hated Dearka. Miriallia fascinated Dearka. Dearka wanted to know more about her, so he joined the Archangel, in order to win her trust. Simple? Not! First he has to deal with Miriallia's broken heart…will he ever manage to make her love again after Tolle's death?Author's note: He he, Dylan here! I was starting to get hooked over Gundam Seed that I can't help writing just one little ficcy about it! I think this is the first-ever DearkaMiriallia fic here…cause all I see here that has Dearka in it are mostly yaoi…no offense to those writers! c",) Dearka's my second fave bishonen in the series (first one being Athrun Zala -swoons- I totally support him and Cagalli! Cagalli rox!! Athrun and Cagalli forever!!!), and I just love him and Miriallia together! Kawaii!! Hope you guys support this pairing!
Now on with the story!!! Enjoy!!! C",
(Miriallia's POV)
I always hated the Archangel's prison. To me, it looks so cold, surrounded with anxiety. Normally, I would've asked for a change in job but if you are working for the military, you'd get more than a sermon in exchange for my request.
So I had no choice but to do as I was told.
I could hear my footsteps echo across the metal floors of the place. The jail cells were all so dark, lifeless (A/N: What would you expect from a jail cell? Pink curtains and flowers in vases? Lol...me and my weird sense of humor.) and deserted – all except one.
That captured mobile suit pilot.
I was supposed to bring his food down here. Of all the jobs in the world, why this?!
It was because of that pilot that my beloved friend perished in the battle against the Zaft forces. It was because of that creep that my Tolle's gone forever…it was because of him that I'm feeling so alone!!
My hands tightened along the edges of the tray; I could feel my muscles wanting to lunge at that creep and tear his body from limb to limb. How I wanted to kill him on the spot…
I was immersed in my thoughts so much that I never noticed that I was standing in front of his jail cell right after I gave him his meal. I looked up at him, and there he was – the blond devil was smirking at me.(Dearka's POV)It was her. I knew that she was going to come down here any minute. She is always the one who goes down here to deliver my food. Which leaves me wondering…
Why won't the other crew members do it?
Frankly speaking, I was getting tired of seeing her face; that stoic expression of hers everytime she comes down here. She's kinda smug…at least for me.
But I got to admit that she's really cute.
I watched her as she placed the tray on its designated spot, and then took one step back. This made me raise my eyebrow. Was she actually thinking that I was going to grab her from inside? Reality check there, missy. Did you see these bars? I can't do anything with them blocking my way!!!
As much as I wanted to grumble and stuff, by doing so I would be acting like my old pal Yzak. So instead I decided to drop the thought and snap back to reality…
…and I noticed that she was still standing there, staring at me. Wanting to piss her off a bit, I gave her my trademark smirk. And it worked. "Heh."(Normal POV)Dearka smirked at Miriallia, which boiled the teen's blood even more. Her stoic expression was replaced by an angry one in a second. "Come on, what's with the face? Haven't you seen a handsome guy smirk before?" he teased.
Miriallia snapped at him, and started to make her way back to the deck. "Excuse me for saying this, but I'd rather drool over a dog than over someone as yourself." With this said, she began to walk away, leaving Dearka to enjoy his meal alone. "Thanks for the food!" he cried behind her, and he was left alone by the closing sound of the prison's sliding door.
"Sigh…well, time to eat. I hope she didn't put any strange thing in here." Dearka sighed, and smiled. "Oh well, I won't be surprised if there was any. I was one of those people who bombarded this ship after all…"-Flashback-Dearka was lying down on one of the beds of the clinic when he heard someone coming in.
"I'll get the doctor so that he can prescribe you something to help you sleep. Meanwhile, you stay here, ok?"
He listened for a while and heard the door close once again. Turning his head sideways, he saw who was probably the cutest girl he'd seen. Recalling for a while, she was the same girl that he saw when he was brought outside the room for the first time.
The same girl that he called "cute". Well she was indeed one – but this time, her cheeks were tear-streaked.
She noticed him lying down on one of the beds and immediately her grief changed to anger. It was unfortunate for Dearka that he doesn't know when not to piss a girl off.
"Well, if it isn't you. As you can see, I can do nothing, handcuffed like this." He turned sideways to show her his handcuffed wrists. She remained stoic, and he noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why are you crying? Is it because your natural boyfriend went out and died on you, huh?" Dearka emphasized on the word "boyfriend", which irritated the girl even more. The next thing he knew, she was standing beside him, holding a knife. Luckily he dodged in time.
"Whoa, calm down lady!!" he cried.
But in his state, he could do nothing but back away from the enraged crewmember. He managed to dodge again from her, but without getting his head wounded. It seemed that she managed to hit his forehead right before he slammed to the floor.
It was then that someone came into the room, and one of them was the one who took her inside in the first place. He managed to restrain his friend right before she killed Dearka for good.
"Miriallia, stop it!" The young man, Sai, was holding her back. She soon dropped her weapon, but tried to resist his effort.
"Tolle's gone, and he's never coming back!! And this – this creep!" She glared down at him, "What's he doing here?!?!"
It was then that Dearka realized that he made a wrong move.
A VERY wrong move. God, when will I learn to keep my mouth shut?! He thought.
Seconds later, all three of them heard the sound of a loading gun. A girl was on the doorway, holding it, pointing at his head!
"All of you coordinators…" she growled, "…DESERVED TO BE KILLED!!!"
She was about to pull the trigger, when Miriallia lunged at her in the nick of time. "Fllay, no!!"
BANG!!
The bullet hit one of the glasses at the ceiling, pieces of it raining down on them like tiny knives. The two women hit the floor at the same time, Fllay looking shocked. Above her, Miriallia was crying again. "Fllay, no…please stop it…I don't want to see anyone dying again…please…"
-End flashback-
Thinking about his near-death experience (he considered the incident as one) made him mumble to himself. "But I wasn't the one who killed that guy in the first place…will I ever manage to tell her that?" He mentally sighed. "I hope so…"
Now he was wishing that dinner would arrive soon.
And that's all for the first chapter!! Now it's up to you to give your comments, constructive criticism and suggestions about this fic, and rest assured that they will be appreciated!! They'll help in making this fic a better one in the upcoming chapters..so click that purple "GO" button now and review!! See you in the next chapter!! -Dylan