Title: "Drown"
Theme: #15 Ocean
Pairings: Dearka/Yzak; some Dearka/Miriallia (gasp! dont worry, its mild)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 422
Genre: Angst
Author's Note: written for a contest forever ago. It was supposed to be a drabble, but I decided to lengthen it now that the word limit is finished. Based off the idea introduce in Destiny about Mir breaking up with Dearka. and wow. its been a while since i last updated.very sorry.
Disclaimer: since i'm staring on half #2, i'll repeat. I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM SEED/DESTINY! if i did, i'd be rich. And I'm far from it.
Yzak's sharp eyes didn't miss a thing. They saw the many empty glasses. They saw the last drop of the most recent glass of alcohol disappear into his friend's mouth. They saw Dearka raise his fingers, signaling for another.
The former Duel pilot scowled, stalking over to his depressed friend, yanking the drunken man from his seat.
"Yzak…" Dearka mumbled, stumbling as he groaned loudly. "I need…"
"You've had enough to drink to fill the ocean," Yzak snapped. "I didn't give you a night's leave so you would drown yourself!"
"Can't believe…she left me…" the blonde murmured, missing Yzak's words as he staggered drunkenly.
The silver-haired man sighed. "Stupid bastard," he muttered, dragging his intoxicated friend from the dead bar. He'd never seed the former Buster pilot like this before, but then again he'd never been as serious about a girl as he'd been about that Natural—Miriaria or something like that—girl. And now she'd broken up with him. Yzak had allowed him a night to get over it, though inside he'd been overjoyed. The commander would never admit it, but he'd been jealous of the girl. Though Yzak Jule could never be jealous.
Dearka moaned, leaning on Yzak for support all the way back to the Voltaire, requiring Yzak's aid to return to his room as he stumbled to and fro in the halls, earning stares from the other crewmembers.
"What are you staring at?" Yzak barked, sending the soldiers scurrying to avoid their commander's wrath as the silver-haired man all but dragged his intoxicated friend into his room, shutting the door behind them as he let go of Dearka. The blond swayed, but managed to stay on his feet. "Go to bed," Yzak ordered shortly, turning to leave. He froze however as a hand grabbed his shoulder. "What the fuck do―" he began, turning angrily to meet, to his shock, another pair of lips. He paused, enjoying the contact for a second before his mind came to its senses and broke off the kiss. He panted slightly, staring at the blond, who was watching him almost desperately. "Go fuck yourself," Yzak growled hurriedly at last, fleeing the small room.
Yzak could hardly deny that he wanted what had just been offered. But the other man had just broken up with what he had called 'the love of his life.' That would leave Yzak to play the role of the rebound, nothing more. His pride wouldn't allow him to stood so low, no matter how much he wanted it. Never.
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