And here we are with another chapter in the fic. Thank ya all for your reviews.

Kura52: Um... heh? What typo-ish thing, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Be my guest and copy/paste the thing onto your next review to point it out to me, cuz I dunno...

Invain: Yeah...I did rush it a bit, cuz i was furious for having deleted the old one, chapter four sucked, it really did, in comparison to what i had, it really sucks... but never mind taht. The purpose of a writer is to tell a story, i have no idea what I'm doing but I'm telling it anyway!

Angel of Dreams: Well, looky, I learned something today! lol, i didn't know that, I was just curious, it sounds a lot like Sugar in spanish, thats why i was all Oo but...yeah, lol, thanks for letting me know. I had fun having Fllay choked...XD had I been Yzak i woulda just kept going...sigh, but oh well. I'll think about those dear/mir scenes. They'll be up on the next chapter, promise ya.

I think this one is a bit short, but I figured it might as well post it. You all wanted a lot of romantic mush, so there you have it, all the romantic mush I could withstand for one day. Lol, i'm kidding. It's just the beginning, mwuahaha. Just to let you all know, my romance is clean clean clean, no lemons,no cousins of lemons, no cousins of cousins of lemons- i don't like citrus anyway. hehe, anyway, there it is.

Un-noble Nobility

It had possibly been fourty minutes... 40 long minutes of withstanding the stares and attempts at conversation from the annoying gentlemen beside the princess.

It was amusing to see how Athrun seemed more affected than Cagalli in the matter. Lacus and Kira sat across from the, often blinking up to stare at the little scenerio playing out before them.

"So! How old are you princess?" the guy continued...or tried, more like, again.

Cagalli actually took the bait and eyed him with dislike. "I figured you'd get the idea if I ignored you for half an hour, but I'm starting to figure that the magic number is 60." she retorted, feeling rather down trodden. What was his problem anyway? He was so darn consistant in his annoying interest...

Athrun's eyes flickered to her and back at his wine glass. He liked the stuff... it was strong and making him just a bit tipsy, which was good, it made his tongue slur making him slow in reacting towards the idiot sitting next to her. He had had half the thought to turn around and ask her to sit where he was sitting...

However, he doubted she'd appreciate it.

Mir leaned into Dearka for a moment, her eyes focused on Cagalli's slightly red face and she whispered into his ear, giggling all the while. Dearka quickly covered his mouth with his napkin, caughing in an attempt to keep from laughing.

Athrun's eyes flickered to the laughing pair and he managed to cock an eyebrow bemusedly.

Kira and Lacus kept their eyes averted expertly, slight smirks of amusement lingering on their lips.

Cagalli was a little to preoccupied with snatching her hand back from the touchy stranger beside her to note the giggling going on around her.

"Hey! Hands off-" she snapped, finally loosing it. Her eyes flashed with wary dislike. This guy really didn't get it... good grief.

Athrun turned quickly to look over at her and blinked at the guy before whispering something in Cagalli's ears, taking her shoulders slightly to make sure that the other one got a good look at the lack of aggressive reaction towards him...from Cagalli anyway, from the guy... yeah, aggressiveness was an understatement.

"Come with me." Athrun murmured to her quickly, making her turn slightly in her seat to look at him and imidietly regretting it as he was practically putting his chin on her shoulder, and was extremely close.

The color of red red apples washed over her face and she looked away quickly, eyes wandering to her hands. "Okay..."

Quickly, and unable to withstand the smile that escaped him at her blush, Athrun took her hand and pulled her up, surprised to suddenly note the dance floor had been cleared and already a good amount of couples were twirling gracefully on the wood floor.

Cagalli saw were he was looking and paled slightly, a completely contrast to her earlier reaction.

"Uh... Athrun, I don't know about-"

"Oh, don't tell me the Princess of Orb doesn't know how to dance..." he said, cocking an eyebrow at her thoughtfully.

Cagalli blinked up at him, recalling the many cruel lessons that had been forced into her head, and yet she had felt like she couldn't do it... Why? Because she was the clumsiest person alive...

"All right, fine." she grumbled...or tried to grumble, but turned out just sounding beaten.

Athrun smiled a bit, eyes laughing at her uneasiness in this sort of situation.

Quickly, and effortlessly he tugged her onto the floor and without really thinking about it, put his hand on her waist and took her other hand.

Cagalli sucked in a deep breath at the touch and clenched her teeth for a moment in an attempt to not shake... She kept her eyes down, or away, glancing this way and that.

Athrun followed her features with ease, trying desperately not to smile again. he failed miserably in that area.

They moved along with the music with more grace that Cagalli thought possible for her. Maybe it was simply that she was letting him lead, completely? She'd never really allowed that before.

"You seem... thoughtful." Athrun said, after a few minutes of silence. Cagalli's minimal blush deepened slightly. Her eyes flickered to his face for a moment then away.

He had wanted to say 'withdrawn' but had decided against it. For some reason it didn't seem like the right thing to say.

"Oh... I'm sorry- I'm not-"

"I never intended to say it was a bad thing." He cut in quietly, noting her scrambling to answer with something. Slowly, he came to stop on the dance floor and took her chin gently, turning her face to look up at him.

Cagalli's eyes were wide, though what he had expected was perhaps a bit of panic... what he got was surprise. He struggled for a moment, not to sink into the seemingly never ending pools of color... He'd never really noted how much her eyes sparkled...

"Are you all right, Cagalli?" he asked, breaking the silence, stubborn not to move too fast.

She turned her head away, eyes searching for something to comfort her, she found nothing. It was an odd feeling, to be so near him... He still hadn't let go of her waist. She was close enough to feel the heat of his body and it was having an odd effect on her... dizzyness?

Or was it she simply felt like swooning a bit?

"...I think... maybe I need a bit of air... I'll... I'll be right back." she murmured, actually feeling rather light headed.

Athrun let go of her and watched her slip through the dancing couples, ignoring the sound of the walz playing in the background.

Blinking in slight curiousity, he followed.

Yzak watched from the doorway, leaning lightly on the frame, arms crossed across his chest. He looked like some sort of dark shadow... Brooding as he was.

The earlier incident with the girl had set his mind into a frenzied attempt to understand.

His hands still tingled with the feel of grasping her neck, watching her eyes widen in slight surprise... in slight challange.

She's not as weak as she seems to pose all the time...

Rubbing his face with a shaking, slightly wary hand he glanced through the room again and caught sight of Athrun, looking towards him.

Yzak blinked, and suddenly saw a girl, blonde... actually rather attractive heading his way, her head bowed looking pale as a ghost and rather unstable.

He frowned slightly, feeling her brush past him and out the door towards the deck.

He looked up to see Athrun heading his way and decided he didn't want to talk to his 'charge'

It was such an idiocy. Him, taking care of his former leader.Athrun needing a babysitter? What a joke...

Silently, Yzak moved out of the doorway, heading towards the tables. he didn't feel like eating there, though he did want to see if maybe she...

He stopped, frowning. Where had his thoughts drifted again? Not... not the girl- goddamnit.

Grinding his teeth he turned right around, just catching a glimpse of Athrun out the door. He half the mind to go out too, leave this stupid room full of music and dance... This wasn't a prom, it was a war council for god's sake.

Despite his thoughts, he found himself turning around again, and scanning the table.

It wasn't long before he saw her, sitting close to Lacus and Kira...

He scowled, hands clenching at his sides, remembering all to well the scar that still spread across his face.

"Damnit." he turned around again, took two steps towards the door and stopped again, slowly he looked over his shoulder, watching as she sat, not really with the group, more like watching them, her eyes glittering with dislike.

He froze... Dislike...?

Could it possibly be they had something in common..?

He turned all around again, and watched for a moment again, noting her hands, clenching the napkin, her eyes focused on the group. Dearka and that girl... what was her name? Mir..

Lacus and Kira, sitting together, laughing..

He swallowed hard, dislike knoting in his throat. His eyes flickered back to Fllay and he noted her, looking now at her wine, eyes glaring at the red liquid.

He frowned slightly, thinking. They 'did' seem to have something in common... He winced, watching her hand reach up to her neck, rubbing slightly.

Without thinking he started walking in her direction, his mind running a hundred miles an hour to try and figure out what the heck it was he planned to say to her,t he girl he had just choked a couple hours ago, and the girl he had lost to...

It was true, he realized. He had lost. She had challanged him, putting herself up for bait to prove he had no control. And he had fallen for it. Idiot... How had she figured it out so fast? how had she known. Perhaps she was using that for something?

He stopped, finding himself there, looking down at her. She stopped staring at the cup of blood colored wine and looked up slowly, seeing the shadow fall across the table as he blocked the light.

She froze, seeing him there.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sawand heard the conversation stop all around, Dearka and Kira tensed, looking ready to stand up. Yzak looked up at them, ignoring Fllay's large fearful eyes focused on him.

"I just need to talk to her." he stated, rather impatiently towards the two jumpy guys. What the heck did they think he would do? Beat her to death right there and then.

Kira didn't let up, his eyes focused on him carefully.

"Fllay?" he asked hesitantly, eyes flickering to her. She looked down, at the table again for a moment then back at Kira, nodded. "It's fine." she snapped, impatient.

Funny... they sounded a like...

Yzak hesitated for a moment, then found himself offering her his hand. "Come?"

he was ASKING? ASKING!

Fllay looked just as shocked as he felt at that moment, staring at him as if he were from another planet. She clenched her jaw however, after a moment, and took his hand, standing.

"All right." she muttered matter of factly. She glanced slightly over her shoulder at the others, who were still watching with wide, curious eyes.

Yzak turned, leading her away, with absolutely no clue what he was going to say...

(AN: So there you go, you wanted some Fllay Yzak, I figured I might as well put it in. I've no idea where this is going, soo...whee...lol...)

Athrun stopped and looked around, his eyes looking over the many couples and random people standing around, leaning on the railing, talking, laughing, being free...

He saw her after a second of searching, heading towards the less populated area, her head still down. She stopped after a moment, her hands tight around the railing bar. he could see it, the muscles in her forearms tightening slightly as she clenched her fists.

What had affected her so badly...?

Slowly, he walked towards her, hands behind his back, determined not to scare her. She had always seemed to him like a predator, eyes always watching, her expression as controlled as she could keep it, but when something unexpected happened... She had always voiced her opinion, always said what she thought, and for that he had admired her. It had taken a lot for him to learn to do that...

It had ended with him getting shot on the shoulder, but never mind that. He had learned none the less. Amusing though, that she had tried to stop him from going...

"Cagalli?" he asked, quiet, standing behind her slightly, his eyes curious, caring... confused.

She turned sharply at his voice and relaxed ever so slightly at seeing him. "Oh... Hi, I'm sorry about leaving like that, I just-"

"it's all right, don't worry about it." he put in quickly, walking up beside her to the railing. he leaned his back against it slightly, studying her face.

She looked out, to the endless sea, her hair moving along with the rhythm of the wind. Her eyes seemed softer than usual, more clouded with thoughts and emotions than he remembered.

"What's the matter?" he asked finally, quietly. He truly wanted to know, there was something bothering her. A little uncertain voice inside him muttered something about Kira and Lacus...

he shoved the little voice away, determined not to pay attention, it might hurt too much.

Cagalli glanced at him and sighed, laughing quietly. "Nothing escapes you, hm?" she murmured, looking back out to the sea, and the stary sky meeting the water.

He smiled weakly, glancing down at his feet thoughtfully. "I suppose not..."

They were silent for a moment, thoughts swirling in both their minds, unspoken words crackling like electricity between them.

She heaved a sigh, it was painfilled and he could hear it. However she did not say anything, her hands clenched and unclenched on the railing, as if trying to hold on to something.

Athrun studied her face and put his hand over hers, loosening it's grip on the railing.

"Cagalli... you can tell me anything, you do know that right?" he murmured, ignoring the electric shock that rushed up his arm as he touched he skin.

She turned to look over at him slowly, uncertain. "Can I? I don't know if I can..."

He nodded. "Yes, you can..." he murmured, suddenly realizing that he had her cornered, pressed against the railing. Somehow, he didn't want to pull back...

She was shaking, and she could not stop it. It was making her whole body shiver.

How could she possibly tell him. She wasn't even sure of what it was she needed to say...

She found herself suddenly cornered, but it didn't make her panic like she thought it should...

Forcing herself to look up at him, she studied his face, wondering if she could tell him. And still her mind screamed it. Tell him WHAT? You don't even know!

"I can't..." she whimpered, feeling his fingers gently stroking her cheek. "I can't say it..."

His other arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her gently. he watched her, shaking his head slightly, running his fingers over the soft skin of her lips.

"try..."

It was frustrating, she wanted to, wanted to explain that she didn't know. It was so frustrating that she felt the tears, tears of anger at herself, of never being able to express and feel...

She closed her eyes tight, feeling the tears spill. damnit.. no, I don't want to cry...

He brushed her tears away, feeling as if through her skin the frustration she felt. Surprising himself, he leaned down softly and kissed a tear away, off her cheek.

He heard her soft intake of breath, and felt the way her entire body loosened. He supported her gently, trying to keep her calm.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, not panicked, shocked...not even surprsied.

Challange... there was challange.

He didn't even think about it. He kissed her then, tender and careful, hesitating...

It was a sweet kiss, a very innocent sweet kiss, and it melted her heart at that moment.

It didn't matter that she couldn't say what she needed to say. She could show him.

She kissed him back, gently but confidently deepening the carress, feeling his surprise, his pleasure.

It was okay that the words would not come, at least for now...