Your Kind….

Chapter 6: Prisoner

By: Jen "The Stampede" Motou

It was a bright sunny day, I could feel the warmth of the sun's rays against my pale skin. My fingers clicked furiously on the keyboard of my laptop, as I rushed to finish a paper for my professor. 'Gotta get this done…or the prof's gunna ring my neck.' Was all that was on my mind, so to the point I could barely hear the calls of my friends. Letting out a sigh as I keyed in the last few words, I clicked save, -the all important button created by GOD- and slide my laptop's screen down, shutting off the power. "Where are you?! The Professor's lookin' for you?!" I hear a deep voice call off from the distance. I walked out on to the sidewalk and smiled as I was approached by a young brunette girl, clad in an orange dress, and a fiery Brunette male, clad in a white shirt and jeans. "What have you been up to?! Get that paper done?" The girl demanded and I smiled. "Yes, I just finished when you and Tolle showed up." She grinned. "See Miri, I told ya Kira would get it done!" Tolle bragged, only to have Mirallia punch him a good one, right to the shoulder. I snickered at her actions, and we began to walk to class.

We walked for maybe a few blocks when the ground started to shake and we heard gunfire. "Miri! Tolle! Run for it!" I screamed at them, as the source became visible. However they disobeyed my order, so I barked it again and again till after the fifth time they ran. I ran after them panicked, worried, scared. 'What was going to happen to us?' I kept running however, as the fire, the rain of bullets and screams became louder behind me. I didn't want to fight, I hate to fight. "What are you running from Kira?" I heard a voice echo from behind, and I spun around on my heel to see it's owner, only to be met by harsh emerald eyes, and a bullet to my shoulder. I fell to the ground, grasping my shoulder. "I say again, what are you running from? This is war, face it." The voice said over, and I looked into the same emerald eyes. I knew those eye, those were the same eyes that once were filled with joy when I showed the sight of my first perfect test. They were the same eyes that were filled with worry, when I fell off of my bike head first. But now, those eyes, they were cold, and harsh. They were stern and aloof. They weren't the same eyes. "At-hrun?" I chocked out, captivated by those eyes. "You never answered my question! What are you running from?!!" He growled at me, I know looking down the barrel of the gun clenched in his hand. "Ath-run! It's me…It's me Athrun! It's me Kira! Don't you remember me?" I pleaded tears lining my wide violet eyes. "We're enemies….enemies…I was never friends with a traitor like you." As each word spilled out I could feel my heart crack and a piece fall away. "Athrun!" I said once more, and watched his eyes grow colder. "Don't speak to me as if you know me, Traitor. We're enemies." Then he pulled the trigger.

I couldn't tell you were I was, after I heard the shot go off. I was in a dark place, everything was black, I was unable to see a thing. "Kira!!!" I heard a familiar voice say, in the distance. "Kira where are you?!! Where are you, answer me Kira?!!" the owner of the voice came running from the shadows a small boy with short, Navy hair, tenderness in his large emerald eyes. "Athrun! Athrun I'm here!" I screamed reaching out for him. However he kept walking looking in everything direction. "Kira! Kira!" He called cupping his hands around his mouth. 'Athrun Can't you hear me? I'm right here....right here in front of you' I fell to my knees, and wrapped my arms around myself, hanging my head so my bangs could cover my eyes. Then it echoed over head.

"What are you running from Kira?!!!"

"Kira?! Where are you?!!"

"What are you running from?!"

"Kira!!! KIRA!!!"

"This is war…I was never friends with a traitor like you…"

"Where are you Kira?!!"

"What are you running from, Kira? My enemy what are you running from?!!"

It kept going on like that, a cruel joke, laughter over my head. I felt the tears fall, as he kept saying it over and over.

"Traitor! You left me!"

"Kira!!"

"TRAITOR, TRAITOR!!"

"Ath—run. I didn't want to….really! Honest. I'm still here…I'm still me. I'm still me, you see that Athrun I'm still the same me, the same little ol' me." I said slightly laughing through tears. "I'm still me…the same little ol' me." I sob/laughed again, clenching my arms tighter. I threw my head backwards, sobbing fiercely and screamed at the dark abyss of a sky.

"ATHRUN I'M STILL ME!!! I'M STILL ME!!!"

I let out a groan and slowly let a small slash of light caress, my eyes as I started to make out voices.

"He is in bad shape, but that gave Zala no right to play hero."

"I know, but still…is it true?"

"Is What true?"

"Is he….Athrun's best friend?"

"Oh, yes. But that doesn't matter anymore, he's ours now. He's a P.O.W"

"Prisoner of War?"

"That's right Mr. Joule he's our Prisoner."

I lied there for a moment taking all the words in, and letting them register. I thought for a moment, and then fully closed my eyes again. 'So that's what I am Now…A prisoner?'

To be Continued…