A/n: Hiya! welcome back to my next chappie! hope you'll like this as much as i did typing it. i'm a bit of a hurry so just enjoy!

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'Confessions'

Lacus sat in the right side of the internment room, on the third row and second chair second floor of the Arts and Mechanics building; she cupped her cheek, while her elbow rests on the arm chair. She glanced at the window that was right next to her and gazed at the lazuli sky.

Curiously, this certain window can give you the view of almost the whole of Orb Institute's mini park.

The lonely pink haired girl peered down at the pavement and saw other students walking about; some were sitting on the classic Victorian benches of emerald hue, beside dark shaded post lamps, and shading trees.

Others were skateboarding across the pavements and elevated cracks; the cracks were caused by a huge oak tree, filled with green leaves representing the end of summer vacation, which has been there since God knows when; others were practicing their group activities, while most of them were just laying around…

Lacus let out a sigh, as she saw some of her friends enjoying themselves with slices of strawberry shortcakes, and mango frappe with chocolate munchies at the top.

She saw Millie (who was sober during day time), with Luna, Meyrin and Stellar, sitting on the dry grassy park having lunch, which made Lacus sigh with envy even more and then she wondered where Cagalli was…?

A sound came from the door, indicating that it was being opened from the outside; this made Lacus turn with surprise and came face to face with the brown haired boy with bandages on his nose, which was the root of her misery.

It was Kira… of course, and behind him was The Teacher from Lacus' Logic class, Ms. Natarle Badgiruel in her usual uniform.

Unlike Ms. Murrue Ramius who changes her uniform design without consulting the Headmasters, Ms. Natarle was in her usual teacher's uniform.

At first sight when you see Ms. Natarle the first thing that might pop in your mind is that she's strict and as people would say, 'Dread Teacher'. She is strict, with grades and cheating, but when you talk to her I wouldn't say 'Dread', more like… classy.

Kira kept holding his nose; it probably still hurts a lot, his head bowing, not wanting to look at Lacus' face, or any other part of her body for that matter.

Ms. Natarle sat down on the teacher's desk and said, "Mr. Yamato, you may sit anywhere you like, I will be your sentry until lunch is over, after that you may proceed to your next classes." Ms. Natarle took out a pocket book that titled "Killed by love" from her portfolio and began to read.

Lacus was apparently still fuming at Kira and her eyes kept twitching that Kira is getting closer to where she was.

Kira eased down beside Lacus' desk, his hand still on his nose, covered with bandages.

Kira's POV:

"Damn you Yamato! What the hell are you thinking? She's obviously too damn mad to talk to you now…move to another seat now! Before it's too late!" as I thought to myself. Why do I have to get so weak around her? And yes, it's too late to transfer since I'm sitting here now; well at least I think it is.

Jeez… why do my eyes always flicker towards her direction? Oh Lacus, if only you were telepathic, maybe then you would know that it has always been you that I think about.

Yikes I'm starting to sound senti…

Lacus' POV:

Ugh! The nerve of this Horse-fucker! Sitting beside me after what he's done! I so like totally don't care if anything happens to him, now he's all slumpish. What's his problem! I had every right to hit him! After what he did to me at the party and at the classroom! What a perv.

Fllay was right, yeah I did talk to Fllay so sue me; she told me that Kira is a complete pervert and all the other crap, those crap involves other sluts by the way. Didn't really listen to her jabber much, good thing Cagalli came to my rescue.

Fllay is nice I guess we kinda talked a bit; Cagalli told me that Fllay was dying to sleep with Kira so it was partly her fault they had sex. Cagalli also told me about the juice thing. Honestly, only a moron will believe that. Oops… not that Cagalli is a moron.

Well I sorta don't care anymore coz my feelings for Kira are starting to whither away…

God, why did it have to end up this way? I really liked him a lot.

Too bad… I really thought Kira was different.

Lacus took a glimpse at Kira and noticed that he started to write something. After finishing up, Kira threw it on Lacus desk and hit Lacus' elbow. It was all scrunched up. Lacus began to unfold it and tried to read Kira's hand writing.

The first parts of the note were very hard to read. It was as if a four year old wrote it, but at the end there were bold letters that said "I'M SORRY. – Kira"

It melted Lacus' heart instantly. It was obvious that it took guts to write it.

Boys -- especially men – always had a hard time to say sorry and recognize their faults.

Lacus wrote at the back of the scrunched note to reply. She didn't threw it at Kira, she handed it to him, and Kira, though too shock to his good fortune that Lacus actually replied, took it from her hand.

Kira read it and started to chuckle quietly. Kira turned to Lacus, smiled and nodded at her. Lacus nodded back and reached out her hand, Kira drew his hand near hers and clasped it and shook.

Ms. Natarle, Lacus and Kira heard the bell rang. Ms. Natarle stood up and headed for the door, "The two of you may go now, quickly, quickly!"

Lacus and Kira chatted for a couple of minutes then waved goodbye to Kira without saying a word and went the opposite direction of where Kira was headed. Kira just smiled. But deep inside he wanted to shout with delight that the girl of his fantasies has forgiven him, what's more was that she wanted to befriend him.

Kira made an accomplishing voice that said "YEEESSSS!" he could hardly believe it.

It was as though his world was right side up again.

Kira suddenly became energetic and started to walk fast towards his locker. He could not wipe the grin off his face, and as he approached his locker, Dearka and Millie were already there waiting for him.

"Yo m'man wussup!" Dearka and Kira grabbed each other's hand and patted each other's back.

Millie just smiled, "Hey Kira! Why are you so happy?"

Kira placed hi hands behind his head and leaned on to his locker,

"I and Lacus are friends now…"

"Oh Kira!" Millie squealed. Millie was one of those girls who squealed when they got excited.

"I'm so happy for you! I can't think of anyone who would be better for Lacus. Or for you!" Millie started bouncing on her feet.

Kira started getting dizzy just looking at her, "Millie were only friends."

"Ugh! So? You like her don't you!" After letting out another burst of squeals, she stopped bouncing and became serious, turned around and stretched out her arm to wave goodbye, to go to her next classes.

Kira doesn't know if it was a conspiracy, but then it was Dearka's turn, "Great! Then all you have to do to make her fall for you is to kiss her!"

Dearka, Kira's best friend. Sy was a close friend, but Dearka was his best. Dearka, the only guy in the entire freshman batch with a real tattoo. Dearka, the guy with a disciplinary record as long as the bible.

Dearka which happens to rhyme with fuck-a, smoke-a and drink-a. Ok maybe not.

All his rather shortcomings aside, he was a real decent guy, but most of the time he was too busy pretending to be a jerk.

It was already the end of today's classes; Kira and Dearka were sitting outside the covered courts, letting the afternoon pass them by and drinkin' beer with fried chicken.

"Just Kiss her." Dearka said out of the blue.

Kira looked at Dearka pretending to be confused, "Who are you talking about?"

Dearka made a disgusted face and a sound like he was coughing up a gob of phlegm, "Come on, who are you kidding?"

"No, really. Who are you talking about?"

"Lacus, you idiot. We know your crazy about her."

Kira was shocked. Was he that transparent?

"Are you sane! We just started being friends!"

"Well… yeah. But it also looks like she wants you man."

"You're the one who's crazy."

"Whatever. So, just kiss her man and get it over with."

Dearka went on.

"So why Lacus? I mean, aside from the obvious."

Dearka was playing devil's advocate, as always. He took a giant gulp from his beer --- his third since lunch began --- then a giant bite from the chicken in front of him. Beer and grease trickled down his chin and seeped into three days' worth of stubble.

Kira's best friend was never much to look at when he was eating. Despite this, girls went crazy over him. His friends, esp. Kira assumed it was his bad boy appeal. Besides, most of those girls had never seen him eat.

Kira was stumped, and it was driving him crazy. It was always the most obvious things that were the most difficult to explain. He likes Lacus.

Dearka was right; he was crazy about her, mad about her, positively cuckoo. It was so obvious that Kira felt like he was wearing a neon sign on his head.

A thousand reasons tried to break free from Kira's brain, his gut and his heart and then fly out of his mouth, but nothing came out.

"She completes me," Kira almost said, complete with sign language. But no, he didn't want to sound corny. "Because she makes me want to be a better man," He wanted to say, but he might sound too sappy.

"When I first saw her," Kira told Dearka in a serious tone, without the aid of snappy lines, "I was floored. Because she's beautiful. Everyone knows she's beautiful. And i dismiss her as just another pretty face. You know, one of those girls with nothing special about them whatsoever. Of course i wanted her. That's the easy part."

Kira continued.

"Then after our internment, I made up a flimsy excuse to talk to her, hiding behind the pretense of school work.

I found myself enchanted by the way she bites her lower lip, and the way she touches you when she talks and giggles, small things like that.

That's when i realized that this girl was something special, she was like no one else i knew... that she was simply wonderful.

She was smart and funny, and that turns me on more than anything about her. I like her because she's a little kooky. I like her because she's stubborn. I like her because she can be such a bitch – but not in a bad way – i like her coz she laughs too loud."

Kira looked up the sapphire sky.

"After that I'd go out of my way every day to 'bump into her by accident.' It will probably look like I'm stalking her.

Dearka! I might make more excuses to talk to her, and those excuses will just get flimsier and flimsier, but I don't care.

Now I feel like I'll die if I don't see her or most probably soon – hopefully – talk to her everyday. I don't know what it is, she just flows in kindness and beauty, overflows, and fills me. She's a part of me."

Dearka stared at Kira for a full five seconds without saying anything.

Was he going to laugh? Was he going to throw his food at Kira? Finally, he put his spoon and fork down with an amused smile playing across his face, and said, "I don't believe this! you don't like her, man. You love her already. I don't believe this"

Kira figured it was the neon sign on his head that gave away again.

It was already dark and Kira and Dearka decided to head home.

Sigh... If i dont get reviews of more than twenty, then i guess this is a waste of time. even my readers are not that inerested. well maybe. PLs R&R! then maybe if i get at least more than twenty readers i'll continue.

maybe just maybe.

bye everyone hope you liked this.

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