Gundam Seed

Ok, well hey there readers! I've had this idea for a LOOONG time now, so I decided to write it, I thought it would be a one shot, but thinking aboutt he DRAMA of GS, it won't be. It might not be over 5 chaps, but it won't be a One shot. (by the ay, I LOOOVE GS, i just dont know alot about it. so if i make a stupid but evident mistake, review and ill fix it and thank you)

Zafts Utilmate Weapon

Prologue

She walked down the halls of the Zaft ship. She was really bored and annoyed at the fact that she had joined the army to help her nation, but handn't been able to do anything to help yet. Looking around her, she frowned and sighed. "I wish I could help."

"AYA!" called aquirky, masculine voice. It made her feel good to hear the familliar voice. She smiled merrily, showing her purewhite teeth.

She turned to see Nicol. "Hey, Nicol!What's up?" she asked, readily starting a conversation with one of her closest friends. Nicol seemed to have some kind of power that made her feel good whenever he was near. It made her feel like her heart was floating away, almost fuzzing around in her chest.

"Yzak spoke with the captain," Nicol said, bringing Aya back to the real world. "He said you can do something now." He smiled. "It will be a long process, but I'm sure you'll do fine."

She smiled. "Finally." Aya sighed. They travelled together to her room, and she immediatly began to get some of her belongings together. It was a bit painful to think about. Leaving Zaft to 'help' another nation. It almost didn't feel right.

"You know the plan right?" Again, his friendly and familliar voice brought her back to the real world.

She nodded. "'Course!" Again, she smiled. "I've been ready for quite a while!" Hands on her hips, she really did look ready. It almost even convinced her. Almost.

"We're," Tears welled up in his eyes, but Nicol tried his hardest not to show it. "Gonna miss you." His warm brown eyes showed fear and love. He loved her deeply. She was, as he was to her, one of his closest friends, so he worried about her well being.

"I'll miss you too, Nicol." Her eyes too, began to water but to her luck, her blonde hair lifted a little higher in the anti-gravity of the ship, covering her bright blue eyes, hence, hiding her tears.

As she took her small bag and headed toward the door, it opened, revealing Deakra and Athrun, who each showed serious faces.

"Hey guys" She couldn't help but feel sad that this could be their last time together, ever again! This made her a litle bit more tearful, considering that they were some of the few people she got along with perfectly well. Sure, she was a friendly person, but not trying to be negative, Aya could almost always find something in everyone that she didn't like, so it was nice to never see that in a few people. A faint smile was on her face.

"Don't screw this up!" Dearka yelled at thesixteen year old girl. He seemed a bit edgy today. A bit like Yzak. Not that the young blonde minded. He was like that often. She figured he was just tence from all the fighting, but she knew that deep down he was a very kind hearted person.

She looked up to him "What makes you think I will?" she retorted. It was almost fun to fight with him, although they had some bad ones. It seemed , to Nicol, that Athrun had always acted as a peace keeper between Dearka and Aya.

"What makes you think you won't?" His fists were about equivalent to her head on his chest, but he would never actually hurt her, and she wouldn't dare challenge him physically.

"Deaka calm down." Athrun said, he glanced at Aya "You know what you're doing right?" It was important she didn't screw up. They watched her rehurse countless times, but this time, there was no goofing around, perfection was crutial.

She nodded. "God, I'm gonna miss you guys so much." Tears came down her cheeks as she pulled them all into a group hug. Corny but true.

"We'll all miss you, even Yzak." stated Nicol. Everyone kind of laughed. Yeah, it was true, everyone agreed that Yzak would actually miss her company.

"This is so important." She cried. "If you guys dare die while I'm gone, I swear I'll go to your graves, and smash it." They all kinda smirked at her statement, knowing it was true. She was the type to do that. Maybe not be so drastic, but she would probably smear mud all over the graves.

The sliding door suddenly opened, a face of nothingness revealed itself. Patrick Zala did, however, feel a bit remorseful to see a group of friends in their last meeting.

"Aya!" He said in a Patrick Zala-ey way. "We have to go now. You never know when those damn naturals are going to attack next!" She kind of groaned. Aya heard him say that nearly every day.

"Yes, sir." She let go of her friends, still with her feeling of nervousness. It felt like stage fright. How was she supposed to act affraid of her own kind? Well, that's what practice was for, and she was glad that they went over the plan as often as they did, even if it had become a bore to her.

"Goodbye, Aya," Nicol whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, but gently enough that no one else did.

She nodded sadly. By then her tears had ceased, and she was trying to look strong in front of the commander.

Zala dragged her to the ship room. Literally. He had always seen her as a slow walker (A/n: and considering that they're in outer space, 'slow floater', but whatever.), but today it was rediculously slow. Maybe he was anxious, or maybe she was nervous. He didn't know. He didn't think it really mattered, though, as long as the plan went through as a success, everything was okay.

When they reached a room full of ships, he threw her at a man with a strange mask and long blonde hair, much like her own. "Good evening, dear." His tender voice was a great relief to her, much like Nicol's companionship made her feel like everything was okay.

"Take her to Earth, Le Creusay!" The commander yelled, startling her a bit. Mr. Zala, as she normally refered to him, was sounding very nervous and concerned.

Le Creusay saluted his upperclassman. (A/n: Not sure if that actually works, but I think it sounds good!) "Yes, Sir."

"Let's go, Aya, dear." Le Creusay hummed, smiling merrily, never looking like a bad guy. Aya bowed gracefully.

"Yes, sir." She too, saluted the commander as he left.

"Aya, we will be leaving shortly." He motioned for her to enter the small space craft. "It's rather difficult to pass through the Earth's atmosphere, so just..." He drifted around in his mind, searching for the right word. "Prepare yourself."

The blonde worrifully nodded, concerned about her near future. The same thoughts kept squirming their way into her already distressed mind. 'What if I'm not good enough?', 'What if I'm discovered?'.

She was now sitting next to the man who had seeminly raised her, dirivng through space. The whole time he drove, he was attempting to calm the girl down, whereupon, she was too busy adjusting her makeup to hear his calming lecture.

It soon became a bumpy ride. Aya was clutching to her seat for dear life, but Le Creusay seemed used to it. His face itself was calming. She sortof stared at him in awe, wondering the whole time why he wasn't affected. As the journey became less course, she came to the conclusion that he did this often, although, she was not so sure he did.

As they came close to landing, she hopped out of the yellow hover-craft like space car. Well, it was more like he dropped her off. He remained close enough to watch, but far enough to stay of radar. It was important that he was not seen, but he also had to make sure thatshe was okay.

She smiled up to him, making last minuite adjustments. Her smile faded into a horendous look of fear as the ArchAngel came by.

Murue saw a young girl laying on the ground, with blood all over her. It concerned the woman, so she said to Miriallia: "Mir!Get someone down there to help that young lady!" Her voice was a little shaky, but caring at the same time. Everyone turned to see what the brunette was talking about.

"Yes Ma'am." she turned to the screen in front of her. She had known that her friend, Kira, was in his mobile suit, the Strike, since he had told her earlier. She hacked onto his screen. "Kira, there's a girl out there who needs help, can you go get her?"

When he heard her voice, Kira turned to see her on his small screen. "Sure thing, Mir." She smiled. Kira launched the Strike and searched the area until he saw a young girl about the age of sixteen. She seemed completely helpless, laying on the ground, and looked to be bleeding.

He landed next to her. Kira noted to the fear thgat struck her eyes. He disembarked from his mobile suit, and walked over to her. Her voice emmerged. Loud screams filled the air all around. Aya felt very proud to have screamed that loud.

Crawling backwards on the rocks behind her, she stuggled to get away.

He attempted to calm her from her shock. "Don't worry, my name is Kira Yamato," Then he added. "I'm here to help!" He stretched his arm down to her, offering a hand of assisstance.

She shook her head, still screaming, at the sight of his face, she wanted to make him cringe. She was displeased that it hadn't yet happened. "NO! You're a coordinator! You're going to kill me!YOU ARE!" She continued to move backwards until she hit a larger rock behind her. She lost her ability of moving backwards.

"I'm here to help." He flagged to the ArchAngel. "In the ArchAngel, you'll get medical help." He really was convinced by her acting. That too, made her proud. It always feels good to have people impressed by your abilities, and in this case, convinced by them. The feeling made her try even harder, but no so hard it looked fake.

"YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME INVOLVED IN THE WAR!"Aya screached, hoping that this time he'd be slightly taked aback. She was again disappointed when he didn't even flinch. This time, however, she saw his ears move back a tad, like an animal does to protect their ears from loud sounds.

As Kira picked her up bridal style and carried her into the Strike, she struggled and struggled. He was very powerful for Kira, the old friend of Athrun. He had told her alot about him, making her sometimes cry to the stories of their childhood friendship. They had been such close friends it was tear jerking!

Although he had already won, she continued to struggle, until he was holding her so tight she actually couldn't move. This frightened her gravely. She let out an scream louder then the ones she did before.

Far off, a mobile pilate smiled "Good work, Aya." He looked down at the Earth. "I wish you luck, my dear."

Okay, so I'm starting to edit this story. I think it may be fun to do this, so I'm kind of excited! I hope that my old readersof this storylike this. I find it fun to look over the notes I made at the beginning of each chapter.