Hi Hi!

Soooo, I posted a lot of mush last time, I wanted to write a dry solid version chapter lacking in mush, but knowing me, i think i'll end up doing the opposite, it's just how I work.

But anyway, thanks for alllllll the reviews...

MyouseiSeed: Hehe, yesh they kissed, finally, ne?

Invain: Well, thanks for bothering to put up with my lack of knowledge of my own stories.

jenniferseedlover: Hehe, I'm glad i affected you somewhat with my story, i'll update, no worries

HimeHikari: OH! I looooove you! I'm so glad someone else saw that. I can't see them doing anything like that either!

Angel of Dreams: Hey hey, more Dearka Mir in this chapter, i like the dance floor, it's a nice place to make them nervous... mwuahaha

Kura52: Oooooh... um... I dunno how you see that as a typo, i guess i just... didn't explain it well, huh? um. well, i'll see how it goes, and i'll try to fix it when i can.. lol, all righty? anyway, thanks for the review, i'm glad you liked the chappy.

SilverWinged Alchemist: Revision... see, i would, if i knew what i was doing... I am not kidding, I sit down almost everyday and stare at the screen while i let my fingers do the work. I never ever ever think through what i write before I write it. That's prolly why it sucks so bad, but... yeah. it's a fanfic, i can't waste time on it whne i need to finish my original works. thanks for the review, i hope you don't mind my lack of revision though... i would, really, if i had the time...((goes to sigh somewhere at having no time))

Lover's Hating Game

Fllay wasn't sure what it was taht he wanted. He had choked her, it had been by her will of curse, but that still left the fact that he had been quite willing himself to harm her...

So what did he want? More? She hadn't planned on being damaged more. Guilt tripping Kira only took small bits of pain and if she added tears he was in the palm of her hand.

However, the fact that he had come to the table and 'asked' her for her company... That left her stranded.

Completely stranded.

"What do you want?" she said, as quietly and as calmly as she could, though her eyes were focused on his face and she did nothing at all to hide her suspicions.

He looked back at her, turning and suddenly stopping, in the middle of the dance floor.

She blinked, looked around and turned to him quickly, confused. What is he-

Cutting off her train of thought, he took her hand and put his own on her waist, quickly throwing them into the rhythm of the music.

She followed, out of sheer instinct... and lack of alternative.

His face was impassive, as if he were thinking hard about something. She noted at that moment that his eyes weren't really focused on her... they were far off.

He was definately thinking about something.

"Why did you challange me? Before, in the hallway. You challanged me." he stated, turning his gaze back to her.

Fllay started in surprise, eyes widening slightly. He had thrown her thoughts off forcefully and her mind was working hard to come up with an answer.

Mercifully, Yzak allowed her to turn out and away from him for a moment, then twirled her back into his grip.

"I-I... challange? What are you talking about?" she snapped, uncertain.

He smirked and noted her hand tighten slightly on his shoulder. It was an uncouncious gesture.

"You know well what I'm talking about, don't pretend you don't. Pretending might work on others, but I am not like the others." He stated.

Fllay frowned at him, finally deciding this had to be handled with tactic other than complete indifference.

"Different? I don't see a difference at all, you're just like the others to me." she stated, glaring. Her eyes were bright, and he could see something, but he wasn't sure what...

Hate, he had seen taht before, but only once and it had been a time when he had scared himself until he could do little more than grit his teeth with the effort of keeping sane...

He had seen that look in the mirror.

"I see you, just as you are, when you think no one is watching. That makes me quite a bit different." he retorted, indulging in the pleasure of watching those rosy red lips open slightly in shock.

She gasped. "What? No you don't. You're lying."

she tried to pull away and found his grip tightening around her wrist.

"I wish only to talk, you don't need to be afraid." he stated.

"I don't want to talk to you at all, let go of me." she hissed, holding her arm stiffly away from him.

Couples glanced at them curiously as they danced around them, however, Fllay had yet to yell and Yzak had yet to crush her wrist.

"No. Not until you hear me out." he snapped, eyes flashing.

Fllay froze. "Hear you? Hear you say what! Let go of me, right now." she snapped, her heart beating so fast she felt as though she was going to faint... Her head felt light, extremely light...

"Let go." she whimpered suddenly, loosening the stiffness of her arm.

He blinked, surprised, watching as she lowered her gaze to the ground, breathing faster than she should have.

"Fllay...?"

She froze. He had actually used her name...

((A/N: Omg... no no no, NO! I HATE yzak and fllay! I DON'T want to write a 'pity me' story about them... it's not fair... it's so not fair...gah! ...this really sucks...))

Cagalli pulled back, breathless, feeling the full rage of her blush expand over her face. Refusing to allow herself acknowledge it she kept her eyes closed, feeling Athrun's hand gently stroking her cheek.

He leaned his forehead against hers, letting out a sigh that made her skin break out in goosebumps. She didn't want to say anything, didn't want to move and suddenly break the moment...

She was tingling, from head to toes she was tingling, and even though she had her eyes closed and wasn't looking she could see him.. feel him there, holding her, more gentle than she thought possible.

Unable to stand the electric shocks running up and down her body, she kissed him sweetly again, and pulled back, unable to keep the bubbling giggling laughter from escaping her grasp.

He laughed too, quietly, taking her face in his hands, he looked at her, connecting with her eyes.

She looked right back at him, scared senseless but the laughter was still there, genuine and innocent... she was so happy at that moment.

She cocked her head at him slightly, gold sparkling eyes curious, her smile unwavering.

Unable to say anything else, she mumbled. "...hi..."

Athrun began to laugh with her, brushing her loose locks of hair out of her face, feeling like he never wanted to let go.

"...hello..."

"I guess... I was a little wrong about you and Kira..." he stuttered quietly.

Cagalli threw her head back and let out a complete laugh without giggles or shy thoughts.

"Yes, very wrong." she nodded, looking back at his sheepish blushing face.

"But, it was adorable anyway..." she assured him, smiling. "It did the trick."

Mir gave a sigh and put her cup of wine down, frowning at it. "I think... I don't like that stuff." she mumbled, unhappy by the tingling in her finger tips and the slight lack of coordination she seemed to have.

Dearka glanced at her, unable to keep a smirk off his face. "Can't drink, can you." he stated, more than asked.

Mir glanced at him, cocking an eyebrow. "I like to think I'm innocent in that area." she stated. He laughed. "Oh yeah..."

She rolled her eyes at him, and glanced over at Lacus. "Crazy, isn't he?"

Lacus just blushed slightly, unknowingly cuddling slightly into Kira's side... He had 'knowingly' put his arm around her slightly, though his eyes were focused on the dance floor, a slight frown of irritation on his face.

Dearka watched him for a moment then looked over, following his gaze.

He winced and stiffened. "...uh shoot...Kira... do you think maybe-" he began, seeing Fllay pull back suddenly. Kira didn't move, but glanced at him quickly.

"I don't know..." he murmured. Lacus looked at him quietly. "It's okay... if you-"

"No, it's not that... It's just... She wanted to go, and he's not actually hurting her, however, I am supposed to be acting as he body guard and-"

"Oh." Lacus interuptted, blinking in surprise. "I didn't know that you were supposed to be her bodyguard..." she said slowly, then couldn't help but giggle. "That explains a lot." she blushed.

Kira stared then laughed slightly..."Yeah, i guess."

Dearka gasped, having ignored the entire conversation. "Oh...god, Kira..look."

Kira turned quickly, as did Mir and Lacus, to stare out into the dance floor.

Fllay had lowered her arm and was looking at the ground, her shoulders moving heavily as she breathed in and out.

Kira began to slowly stand, then stopped. Dearka stared, mouth open.

Yzak put a hand on her shoulder... looking into her face.

"What the-" Dearka began.

Kira sat back down, sighing heavily. Lacus cocked her head, watching them curiously.

Mir too looked in their direction, biting her lip thoughtfully. Suddenly, she grabbed Dearka's hand and dragged him up. "Come on, let's see if we can find something out- you coming, Lacus?" She called over her shoulder, pulling Dearka towards the dance floor.

Lacus blinked, and blinked again, a blush steadily spreading across her face.

"Um..." she began slowly, turning quickly to her right to see Kira stand up beside her, smiling weakly at her.

"Sorry i took so long... you wanna dance?" He asked shyly, unable to keep his own blush from spreading across his face.

Lacus smiled, and took his hand, standing. "It's okay..."

He led her towards the dance floor quietly, not the least bit interested in hearing anything about Fllay and Yzak.

Fluidly, they joined the music, listening to the graceful waltz. "You didn't know I was her body guard..." he began slowly, watching her eyes overflow with merry laughter.

"It was a mistake..." she began. He smiled and nodded. "That, yes, it was."

Lacus' eyes shifted slightly to the right and she smiled gently. "Mir...looks happy." she murmured.

Kira looked over and nodded. "Yeah... she does."

From where they could see, Mir had forgotten about Fllay and was now listening intently to something Dearka was whispering in her ear, holding her a bit closer than the dance needed.

Surprising him suddenly, Kira felt Lacus lay her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes tiredly.

"It looks like our host will not be introducing himself today..." she murmured, her voice sounding rather tired... or sleepy.

Kira looked down at her, arms wrapped around her waist lightly. "I suppose not... Are you tired, Lacus..?" he asked quietly, stroking her back lightly.

The girl laughed lightly and nodded. "I think I had better get to my rooms soon." she mumbled, rubbing her face lightly.

Kira smiled at her, watching the sleepiness take over her face again. It might also be the wine, affecting her more than she thought.

"Come on then, I'll walk you there." he murmured.

While Mir had dragged him off in the direction of the dancefloor, laughing at his slight surprise.

Quietly, he pulled at her gently, making her blink when he wrapped his hands around her waist.

"Hey... I know this song..." he muttered, listening to the rhythm of the music in slight surprise.

Mir watched his face, the curiosity and delighted surprise crossing over his features.

"Where did you hear it?" she asked, cocking her head at him slightly.

He looked down at her, noting how incrible close she was to him, they were nearly touching noses.

"...my mother, liked it..." he found himself saying. It was the truth, however he hadn't really thought of telling her. Mir heard the 'liked' in the sentence and felt the pang of realization that perhaps he too had lost someone not so long ago.

"Oh..." she mumbled, looking away quickly. Dearka noted the change in her eyes and shook his head. "No, Mir... it's okay." he murmured, taking her chin and turning her back to him. "It's all right."

She sighed and nodded, still looking down slightly. Dearka watched her for a while, then leaned forward gently, swaying with the rhythm of the music.

he couldn't really help it when it came up... The memory of mother singing and him singing along with her. This particular song had had no actual lyrics to it, however... imaginations fly when the love of art is awakened... and they had spent long nights in his room, laughing at the lyrics they could come up with such a soft song... and one day, she had surprised him, when he was leaving... leaving to fight.

She had sung lyrics to the song, however, they had not been funny...

Without really realizing it, he began to whisper things, listening to the music and going along with a surprisingly soft voice.

Hardly able to hear it herself, Mir listened intently, surprised by the soothing sound of his voice.

((A/N: What the... is Dearka singing?))

"Seeing you, go on...leaving home so young,

It just seems like not long ago, I loved you...

We would sing of peace, we would love with laughter

It was day to night no ending in the bliss...

I can see you now, leaving home, so early...

And I know you'll meet the sun and all it's glory oh so young...

You are my beloved, and I hopeyou love your own beloved

Love your own beloved, while singing in the peace of love..."

Mir held her breath, though the song hadn't ended, he had stopped, and it was a horrible thing from her point of view...

"You...you sang..." she stuttered. Dearka chuckled. "Yeah... and was it that bad?"

Mir looked up at him, catching the glint of mischief in his face and eyes. She shook her head slightly, smirking. "It was horrible." she stated. He laughed. "So horrible... I didn't really want you to stop..."

he smiled at her then, and kissed her... making her blink in pleasureable surprise.

"You're too adorable for that kind of torture..." he mumbled after pulling back slightly. Mir gave him a pout. "Cruelty."

"Yeah, I sorta figured..." he smiled, kissing the pout right off her lips. She couldn't help but laugh when he pulled back, shaking her head. "Crazy pilot." she grumped, kissing his neck lightly.

Dearka felt his skin tingle with the sensation, wrapping his arms around her tighter. "What makes you think I'm crazy? I might be more sane than you..." he muttered, indignant.

"I doubt that completely." Mir whispered in his ear, her voice a bit lower than usual, making him let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

she was playing with him... not that he minded in the least.

She pulled back suddenly, smiling a wicked little smile he had never seen on her face before. "Come, I should be getting to my room, I'm actually rather tired."

Dearka rolled his eyes and grumbled something playfully, though he put an arm around her waist and began to quietly lead her out of the room, laughing at the mockingly grumpy comments she was saying behind him.

It truly was late, however... and their host had not shown. The thought passed through his mind so fast he didn't actually acknowledge it, but it was there.

They still didn't know who it was that had brought them to the ship... and honest to goodness, most of the guys owed whoever it was, a thank you.

Fllay forced herself to calm down, her entire body quaking with the accelaration of wanting to run, but being unable to.

He hadn't let go of her hand yet, and it was beginning to irritate her, however it was more confusing to hear him say her name. It sounded odd coming from him. His usual form of commanding her had been to call her 'natural'

"Are you all right?" he asked again, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Too fast- Get away!

Gasping she moved away. "Don't." she stated, eyes wary. He watched her, his own gaze narrowed, his hand still tight around her wrist.

"I need to talk to you, away from here." he stated.

She frowned slightly, unsure of what to do. This was at least a public place... if he hit her-

"Why?' she burst out, confused. He looked back at her in silence. "Will you come or not?" he asked, loosening his grip on her wrist ever so slightly.

Fllay used that moment to jank her arm out of his grasp, rubbing at the joint carefully, her eyes however, were focused on him.

Yzak let his hands drop to his sides, looking at her in silent appeal.

She swallowed hard then, wondering if she might die that day. "Fine."

He nodded in response and turned, pushing through the crowd. Fllay refused to move for a moment, then grinding her teeth she followed, slipping carefully through all the flowing gowns and swirling dancers. she couldn't imagine what it was that he wanted to talk to her about. he had never shown much interest in her

he didn't seem to care that she was a living thing, let alone what she did...

To her surprise however, he led her out of the room and onto the deck, then turned sharply, noting Athrun and the girl he had seen run out the door there, talking... awfully close.

He frowned at that slightly, wondering briefly why it was that Athrun and Lacus acted as though they weren't the least bit engaged.

He turned away again and led Fllay down to the sides of the ship, ignoring the lingering couples. Most people were inside, and those that had come outside were slowly migrating to rooms or to the ballroom again, for the sea wind had begun to mercilessly slap their faces with cold air.

Fllay stood behind him, arms crossed. "What then? What is it?"

he turned, leaning on the railing slightly, studying her. "You're using me to hurt you, so that you can get at Kira." he stated.

Fllay froze, staring at him in surprise... then she frowned. "What are you talking about, you sick minded-"

Yzak clenched his jaw a moment, then snapped, cutting her off. "Do not insult me by pretending it not to be true. I am not an idiot, I see more than you seem to think, and unless you realize that fast you're going to be knee deep in all the little schemes you have planned to get rid of him and his friends."

This time the girl could hardly speak, she was stuttering like she had been hit squarely in the stomach. "I-I... no such thing- who do you think you're-"

Shocking her senseless, he jumped up, grabbed her face roughly in his hand and shoved her forcefully against the opposite wall.

She stared at him in her shock, ignoring the firey pain spreading across her back at the impact.

"Don't deny it, and we might be able to move on from there." he stated through clenched teeth. Fllay swallowed hard and nodded. "All right." she hissed, anger replacing her shock. "Now get your hands off me."

Yzak hesitated a moment, liking the over powering feel of her skin against his for some odd reason... though it was sickening him to see her fear, and her anger...

Slowly he let go, letting her slump slightly, rubbing where he had held her. He hadn't stepped back however. He put both hands flat against the wall, caging her in.

Fllay shrunk slightly, glaring up at him. He felt that stubborn annoyance in the back of his mind, like a splinter...

He had liked scaring her before, had liked annoying her... had liked watching her anger flare after. Now... it just made him, sick.

He sighed, growling a this own weakness and stepped back.

Fllay blinked in surprise, still unsure whether or not she could even stand up straight without him hitting her.

"What is it that you want?" she finally asked, her voice smaller but just as annoyed.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking away from her. He couldn't do anything to her enemies... what was it he wanted? He didn't even know.

Out of his mouth and beyond came the words he didn't really see coming at all.

"I want you to stop." he stated, turning to her again. Fllay frowned. "What?"

"I am Athrun's body guard, and I know that he would be pissed as hell if Kira, or Lacus or that blonde girl I've yet to meet got hurt in any way... And knowing you, that's just what you're planning."

Fllay would have hissed had she been a cat... or a snake. "You know nothing of me." she snapped.

"that's bull and you know it." he retorted, eyes flashing. "Now, I want you to stop acting like some demonic villain, or I'll make you."

She stared at him, eyes glittering with malice. "You'll regrett this one day..." she whispered, surprised to feel the tears welling in her eyes.

Yzak was surprised as well, so surprised that he took a slight step back.

"I'm doing you a favour. You'll never rid of them... I know because I've tried." he replied, scrambling to shut out the pity... the pain that he felt hit him when he saw her cry.

She glared at him one more time, then ran, holding her dress in one hand, she pushed him out of the way and ran.

Yzak stood there, numb with shock. "What the hell did I just...do?"

Unknowingly, each of the 'seeds' andeven those who opposed them, were being watched through several screen in some dark room that they didn't know existed.

The camera screens held each of the couples in clear view, following Mir and Dearka as they walked towards their rooms, watching Lacus and Kira kiss goodnight, following Fllay as she ran towards the bathrooms, studying Yzak as he collapsed against the wall, and most importantly, focusing on the laughing happy faces of the Princess of Orb, and the Rebel 'prince' of the Zaft forces...

The shadow of someone watching stood in the background, hidden. Two men sat at the screens, typing things in to close in on the teens being watched.

"Keep them all in sight from the moment they leave their rooms tomorrow morning... I am going to sleep... Oh, and send out the invitations to the high council after everyone is in their rooms." a voice murmured, sounding soft and slightly accented by some odd unknown way of prounounciation.

"I want them all there." the voice said again, the shadow pushing away from the wall to walk out the door.

"No mistakes."

And with the sound of a door quietly closing, the men at the screen glanced at each other thoughtfully, then went back to following the seeds...