Your Kind….
Chapter 9: What if…
By: Jen "The Stampede" Motou
I let out a growl, as my fist crashed into the wall of my quarters, for the –at least- thirty-fifth time. "Does NO ONE THINK anymore?!! Fucking Hell, that bastard!" The words rolled off my tongue, the rage had set in along ago. "It's probably because he has no friends. That's why he doesn't understand…." I mumbled under my breath, and proceeded to my bed. Lying down, I starred at the ceiling, and let the thoughts flow through my mind. "Dearka…. Would you ever...shoot me? Could I ever fire at you?" At this time I raised my hand to my eyes, "Could I ever use these hands to hurt you?" I stayed like that a moment, but sat up quickly, when I heard. "What's got you so worked up? You want to talk, Yzak?" I looked over the door, only to the tanned-Blonde, I call my best friend. "Dearka?" I said in a questioned tone, as he grinned, replying. "The one and Only." Then he entered the room and sat down next to me.
"So what's up?" He said, in more of a concerned/demanding tone. My eyes shifted away. How could I tell him that, that pilot—the same person I've wanted to kill for so long—was in fact Athrun Zala, Our head Pilot's, best friend? "What's up, Yzak, and don't you pull that 'it's Zala' crap!" He growled at me growing impatient. –I could tell by the tone of his voice, friend's can tell that kind of stuff- I looked him in the eyes and smiled, "Nothing." I said, looking away again.
"Oh don't you feed me that crap Yzak Joule! You're smiling. You DON'T smile. " he growled at me, resting his hands on my shoulders as if to shake me. I smirked at his comment, after looking him in the eyes. "I don't smile, do I? Guess you caught me. You win." I grinned at him, and he smiled, seemly relieved. I moved away from him a bit, and sat leaning against the wall. Letting out a sigh, I opened my mouth to speak. "It's a lot of things, Dearka. Things have been weird ever since we captured the Strike." "You're tellin' me. You, Athrun, and Nicol have all been weird. Nicol has turned into Sherlock Homes, Athrun is on an emotional roller coaster and you're just acting…..very "Un-Yzak-Like"." He retorted, causing a laugh to escape my lungs. "What's so funny? I'm serious!" He seemed rather flustered, as he screamed. "Well, well…so Nicol knows too. I guess everyone will find out sooner or later…Poor Athrun, I hope none of this falls back on him." I said, slightly worried, but yet slightly smug. Dearka just cocked a blonde eyebrow at me before yelling again. "KNOWS WHAT?! What does Nicol Know?!!"
"Dearka, would you ever shoot me?" His eyes went wide, at the out-of-the-blue question. "Of course not! Where did that come from?" I snickered, closing my eyes. "But what If I fired on you? Would you fight back?" He glared at me, as I slipped out the next question. "Yzak I would rather die than fire at my best friend. Where is this coming from?" He growled the words, while his violet eyes still glared. "No one could do that Yzak, No One." He finished. "Zala can." I came back quickly causing his eyes to go wide. "What are you talking about?" Confusion laced his voice. "Zala can. No…No…Zala does….wait no….Zala did." "Yzak stop talking in riddles, just spit it out already!" he growled, the confusion growing, I let my eyes drop as I looked away.
"What I'm saying Dearka…all this time Athrun has been…fighting his best friend." I heard a gasp escape Dearka's throat, as I said those words 'fighting his best friend.' "What are you talking about?! How do you…" "Know? I overheard part of Athrun's "talk" with Commander Le Creze. That's when I heard Athrun scream out. "But he's my Best friend!" Dearka….his best friend IS that pilot. The Pilot of the X-105 Strike." As I finished, I looked into his eyes. I could easily see that he didn't believe a word I was saying. But that was alright he would believe in good time. He'll need time to think about it, the same as I did. "I need to think. See ya Yzak." He said looking away, pulling me into a hug before leaving the room. I paused a moment, looking at the floor. 'He hugged me. Well at least PART of him believes.' I then pulled myself from my bed and went to the door. It was getting late, I figured that no one would be around the pilot. Maybe he would be awake. Maybe I could talk to him. With those drives in mind I left, and headed down to the infirmary.
As I had expected, no one was there when I stepped into the room, well except for a doctor who had fallen asleep at her desk. I walked over to the bed where the pilot lie, but stopped haft-way and smiled at what I saw. There was a chair pulled next to the bedside, and in the chair sat Athrun Zala –who had fallen asleep on one arm- his other hand rested on top the pilot's—who was also in a deep slumber. Instead of talking to the pilot like I had hoped, I found a spare blanket on one of the other beds, and draped over Athrun's shoulders. "Sweet dreams, Athrun, protect him." I whispered as I left the room….
To be Continued…