DEARKA'S PERSONAL BATTLE– by: darkoBsessiOn
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 manage to make her love again after Tolle's death?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Seed, capiche? Good. c",
Author's notes: Woo! It's nice to see you folks back here reading my fic again! But before we could get the ball rollin', I'd like to thank all of those who reviewed my first chappy! I'm happy that all of you liked the first chapter…and rest assured that there'll be more DxM action in the succeeding chappies. And kudos to Lomithiel too; I gotta admit that I forgot that part…hehe…but now that you mentioned it, I'll add that scene here, along with some of my ideas! I'm having my fingers crossed here, hoping that the mixture of them will work! Here's the second chapter! Enjoy!!
P.S. Oh yeah, my apologies for not mentioning the disclaimer before. Hope nobody will sue me for that…Lolz!
-=Chapter Two=-
(Normal POV)
Miriallia went back to the command center, to find her friend Sai already working in his post. Remembering that it was already her shift, she started going towards her own booth and began doing her usual job.
"Where have you been, Milly?" Sai asked her, looking over his shoulder. "You didn't show up for lunch today."
"I was asked by the kitchen chef to deliver the food to the prisoner," she replied, while looking at some bars rising and falling on the monitor. "But don't worry, Sai. I'm not that hungry." She looked at him and flashed a small, yet sweet smile.
He sighed, realizing that he was getting worried over nothing. Ever since Tolle died, he never stopped worrying about her. He witnessed the pain and grief that Miriallia went through, and it was very understandable. Tolle's her special someone and it was just too much for her to handle. That's why seeing her smile again made him smile in relief.
"I guess I was underestimating Milli too much...".he thought. "She's a strong girl; she can get over this soon…"
Looking at the graphs that he was supposed to analyze, Sai went back to work. If their superiors catch him goofing off, who knows what will happen to him…
Meanwhile, back at the prison cell, Dearka was starting to get restless. The incident at the clinic days ago made him contemplate so much that his head was starting to hurt.
Back then, his mission was just to help Yzak and the others destroy the Archangel, until that Strike and its pilot showed and messed it all up.
No sooner had he started, he was caught and put into custody, while his pal escaped. Lucky him.
And that was it.
He never remembered killing someone! So why was that girl fuming over him?
"Arrgh!" The blond scratched his head irritably; tired of thinking too much and worrying over something he never did at the same time. "Once that girl comes down here again, I'm gonna ask her a few questions!"
-Flashback-
"Tolle's gone, and he's never coming back! And this – this creep! What's he doing here?!?!'
-End flashback-
Dearka pouted at the memory. "But how shall I ask her, then?"
Miriallia was starting to make her way to the ship's dining room when she spotted Fllay walking towards her with a downcast expression. The pretty redhead wasn't her usual self for days, and she was assuming that it was because of Kira's status as MIA (Missing in action). She remembered Kazui's story, when he told Fllay about what happened…
-Flashback-
"Have you seen Kira? Is he back yet?" Fllay asked Kazui after the battle. The teenager looked at her looking heavyhearted, which made her heart skip a beat.
Oh no…God please don't tell me…
"Kira isn't back yet," he replied monotonely, making her more impatient.
"What do you mean, he's not back yet? Where is Kira?!" She could sense that her voice was rising. Kazui had no choice but to go straight to the point.
"He's MIA, which stands for 'Missing in Action'…Kira never came back, and the commander presumed that he's already dead…"
Her blue eyes dilated. "You're joking! Kira should be alive!!"
"Well I don't know if he is, okay?! Neither anyone on this ship knows…anyways, that's all I can tell you…"
With those words, Kazui left her outside, letting the sliding door close in front of her. Fllay could feel her arms getting numb, and she was at a loss for words…
-End Flashback-
Sigh. "Poor Fllay. I know that she is more affected by Kira's disappearance than the rest of us..." The sliding door of the dining room opened and she stepped in, only to find that Sai and the others were not in there. "They must've eaten earlier…looks like I have to eat my meal all alone."
As Miriallia was about to take her meal, she noticed a single tray just a rack above hers. Curious as to whom the food belonged to, she asked the chef. "Excuse me, but there's a meal here that nobody else bothers to eat."
The chef stopped stirring and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, that? It's for the prisoner at the lower deck. Guess nobody's willing to give it to him…poor guy…does the crew hate that boy so much?"
His assistant chuckled. "Watch your mouth, Fred. You know how the Archangel feels about that mobile suit pilot. If you're too careless, you might just end up facing Lieutenant Badgiruel's wrath. Everybody knows she lives and does every word per word in the book."
"But still," the one who was chopping up the vegetables joined in the conversation. "That boy's still young. Younger than my son even; I'm guessing he's between 15-16…"
"So many youth are joining the military right now; too bad the battlefield's never nice for them. Wasting their lives for what they believe in…isn't that you and your friends' case, miss?"
When the three of them peeked to see if she's still there, they were greeted by the sight of a clean plate and a clean tray. "Man…she sure IS a soldier – having to eat that many in just a short while…" He leaned to the spot where Dearka's tray was before. "Guess she took the initiative to bring it to him…such a good girl."
Waiting for the next meal to arrive felt like an eternity to Dearka, as he kept pacing back and forth, taking occasional rests in between. He was entertained these past few hours by the clanging of the machinery that were fixing the ship, the yelling of the crewmembers, the sound of everything else around him…
…and to be honest, he was getting quite irritated.
He was thankful that they have imprisoned him there sometimes, for it gave him an opportunity to think things over. The location of the ship, for one thing. Ever since he was captured, he never heard of the latest things that were happening outside. If his memory serves him right, the Archangel stopped moving for about 3 days now. (A/N: If my memory serves me right, the ship was in Alaska when he was in jail…correct me if I'm wrong on this, and I'll change it immediately. Thanks in advance! C",) And he was uncertain of asking that girl for the details – for there's one in a million chances that she'd give her a straight answer.
That girl…she was the second thing that's boggling his mind. Will he ever manage to tell her that he's not the one who killed her boyfriend? Sure, she might be feeling upset about all that, and he understands it. But she should know soon that he's not the one responsible…
/KKSH…/
Light brightened the insides of the prison soon, as a shadow slowly approached his cell. Fearing that it might be one of the soldiers, Dearka immediately lie down on his bed and pretended to sleep…
"Dinnertime."
It's her! He immediately got up as Miriallia pushed the tray towards him, taking the previous one that she gave to him earlier. Her face was telling him that she's in no mood for a conversation, but she has to know the truth.
It's now or never, Dearka Elsman…
"Wait!" he held onto the bars, trying to catch her attention. "There's something I have to ask you!"
Miriallia stopped advancing towards the door and shot him a glare. "What now?"
"Er…it's about your boyfriend. You know, the Natural one? I, er…" You shouldn't mess up on this, D-man…he said to himself.
(Miriallia's POV)
"Er…it's about your boyfriend. You know, the Natural one?" That's what my ears heard, and they don't fail me.
This creep was trying to talk about my Tolle.
My conscience was already screaming for him to shut up, but seeing him stutter for the first time ever since I met him was more than enough to get my attention. "What about it?" I asked him, never forgetting to give him one of my "It's-not-your-business" looks.
"What mobile suit was he using?"
Huh? Now that was unexpected. "It's not a mobile suit…he was piloting the Archangel's Skygrasper 2…"
I leaned against the wall, as vivid images of Tolle volunteering in the past came back to me. When he first left his post at the command center and told Ms. Murrue that he wants to have a go at the fighter jet, I know that life will never be the same again for me…
(Dearka's POV)
I sighed inwardly; I was afraid that she'd ignore me again. When she mentioned that it wasn't a mobile suit, I was positive that I wasn't the culprit at all. But…"Skygrasper?" I asked her.
"Un…you know the blue and white jet. He was piloting that fighter jet when he died…" She leaned against the wall beside my cell, taking on that look of depression again. Something inside me was telling me from the start that I shouldn't talk further, and I can tell that she was having a hard time talking about this…
But wait…
A blue and white jet…
Was that the same jet that was headed to Athrun's direction before? I tried my best to recall the events…for sure I saw a blue and white jet heading straight to the place where the Strike and Aegis were fighting…
If that is so…
…it only meant one thing…
I looked at the side, for I was starting to guess who truly killed the pilot. As much as I wanted to tell her, I don't want to make things harder for her…
(Normal POV)
Dearka looked away, as Miriallia looked at him, waiting for him to say something.
"It wasn't me who killed him," he spoke in an honest tone, and it was then that Miriallia, for the first time, felt ashamed for herself. She had blamed the wrong person…but as much as she wanted to say something, her pride won't let her do things her way.
Realizing that she still has to finish the rest of her duties, she made her way outside…but not before giving the boy a second glance. He was still looking away…and she took this opportunity to tell him something…
"Thank you for telling me…" she said in an audible voice, and right before Dearka could answer her back, the sliding door beat him to it. Darkness returned once more in the prison cell, yet deep inside him, he was seeing a whole new light…
Maybe things will work out between him and her soon…
But still…can he manage to break the ice between them?
Dearka grinned, happy with the talk that he started. "Good job soldier," he told himself, as he lied down on his bed and soon succumbed into the world of dreams…
And that's all for the second chapter! I know some of you are getting impatient and are waiting for some DxM romance, but hey! Good things come in small packages…see ya in the next chappy!! -Dylan