Disclaimer-It may seem like I own or copied from the movie and book 'Face on the Milk Carton', but this story has nothing to do with that copyrighted work so don't sue me o.o. I just used the title because it fits this story's beginning. If you've seen the movie-which I have, I am not taking anything from the rightful author Caroline B. Cooney and claiming it as my own. So basically I don't own the title 'The Face on the Milk Carton'. I don't own Gundam Seed/Destiny either. I do own my characters like Julia and etc others that will be shown later in the story. I doubt that I own anything else if it's mentioned.
(Did I mention this is an AU sort've story…)
Author's Note: I know, I'm the worst author ever, thanks for the reviews though… Made me feel a little bit better. The name was picked and just so that person who suggested it does not get beaten up after this, their name will be kept strictly confidential coughcoughmecoughcough … Pathetic, huh? Oh and it seems like I'm suffering from a cough, weird. There's some randomness in this chapter too…
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Summary: It all started with the face on the milk carton. Athrun Zala, future chairman of PLANT, finds himself in quite a predicament after finding a golden haired person that he had seen on the milk carton! What's worse is that she has amnesia and does not remember a thing! As a caring person, Athrun does what he thinks is right but what really waits for Athrun Zala when his story unfolds?
The Face on the Milk Carton
Chapter Four
"Well… that's okay, I mean until you remember, why don't I give you a name?"
The blonde princess looked quizzically at the man and his idea. Her response was quick and suddenly very demanding of Athrun.
"Mhmm, yes I do need a name I guess since I have amnesia or whatever… but what should it be?"
Athrun Zala, for once gazed thoroughly at the suddenly concerned woman figure. The coordinator did not even notice he eyeing her as he was. Luckily the beauty did not notice. If she had, there might have been hell to pay, unless she forgot how to beat people up as her former self…
She had soft golden locks, and matching very pretty golden orbs that equally seemed to be staring back at his form. His brain had seemed to forgotten what his consciousness thought and what his unconscious thoughts added in. As he was thinking he realized what he had said and started mentally berating himself.
"Yes, what should her na- wait what in the hell!"… Did I just, no… Yes, yes I did! Shut up you stupid brain; stop trying to keep me from thinking of a name for her. She needs a pretty name for a very pretty woman though, huh. What! Again! Damn."
Unbeknownst to Athrun he had instinctively started slapping his head with his right hand and his brows were furrowed and eyes closed tight as if he was really angered and was abusing himself.
Meanwhile a sweat drop appeared next to her forehead and she felt as if this fellow was too animated by beating himself up for no apparent reason or just plain old crazy. Before the golden-orbed woman could say anymore, something flashed through her head and she automatically clutched her forehead, not in pain but in remembering, remembering something she had forgotten…
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Ace Coordinator Kira Yamato ducked several times from flying objects aiming for head until the fire had ceased. A china plate nearly attacked him but his SEED mode directed him to do a cool dive through the air. Wow, did SEED mode really save his skin, from his apparently PMS-ing fiancé, Lacus Clyne. Next time, he would throw out the trash and just to be safe, he would do it a week before it was collected, just to make her happy.
"KIRA, HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO ASK YOU TO THROW OUT THE TRASH?" Roared Lacus but suddenly her voice seemed to start changing. It went down an octave and she started bursting in tears.
A very emotional Lacus dropped the last of the breakable china she had yet to chuck at an agile Kira and she went over to sit on a black leather sofa. Her hands, now into fists, thrashed wildly around and almost threatened to make the poor leather couch into pulp. The Ultimate Coordinator carefully and quietly made his way around the living room, which was now a war zone to reach his hysterical fiancé.
She sobbed softly at first, then loudly, then softly once again. It was very out of character for the pink haired woman. Lacus always had a cool and collected personality, which complimented her wisdom. It then became confusing and answers were needed. How come no one had seen this Lacus before? And there was an answer. One university student had said that Lacus had gone crazy and explained many mathematical theories supporting his ideas.
That of course was not the correct answer. It was simple and did not require any math at all. Lacus was on her time of the month. The reason no one had seen this side of her was because she always seemed to take a vacation from being shown live and promptly arrived when it was all done.
Kira carefully crouched and hid behind a big fake plastic plant just to make sure it was safe to approach the pop princess. He stuck his hands in between the plants' leaves and pushed them aside only so his eye was visible enough to see her. She sat there and had actually stopped crying but there were sniffles, really cute sniffles.
The brown haired man arose from his crouching position and walked straight towards Lacus. As soon as he was standing a foot away from her, the solemn expression changed on her face to a maniacal grin. Kira squinted his eyes and rubbed them twice to check if his eyes were playing tricks. Was Lacus grinning evilly, and if she was, why?
A poor mangled coordinator boy would soon enough learn his lesson of forgetting to take out the trash when asked once.
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The golden haired woman felt herself remembering a memory. She could see it as clear as day…
There was a big party, with balloons and decorations everywhere throughout a manor. The signs in the background were too blurry to read but one had said "Happy Birthday K--- and C------" It was no use trying to see the names. Crowds of people were there but she saw herself with a brown haired boy. The two of them were wearing birthday crowns.
"Oh my god! You are hopeless, I mean you forgot your own sister's birthday, WHEN WE SHARE THE SAME FREAKING BIRTH DATE!" The golden haired girl she saw in front of her did not seem to be like her but there was some strange feeling of relation.
Then the brown haired boy responded. "...Uh, hey…I was uhm…kidding…Y-you know that right?" He really did look he was not kidding and was more like hiding the truth. The amnesia-suffering woman stifled a grin. Why did it seem like her younger self in this memory would sock him and he would start crying for help; because that's exactly what happened next.
Anger fumed in her eyes and she started cracking her knuckles. "Oh brother… I forgive you-" Her right hand flew past her and started punching the life out of the other boy who was apparently her brother. "-Forgive you my ass!"
At the end of the assault, a satisfied blonde lay atop sitting on the brown youth who had spirals for eyes. He seemed too dead to say anything back to his sister and the crowd was laughing and pointing at the twins. Her grin left and she looked a little concerned though. Her eyes met his and she spoke with some regret and asking for forgiveness.
"Sorry Kir-"
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"Hey! Are you okay?" A concerned Athrun asked. He had his hands holding her shoulders while he looked at her face.
The dazed woman just looked up at his face. She looked peaceful and Athrun almost regretted shaking her out of whatever trance was. As he looked into her golden orbs once more, they seemed to be glossy, as if- Coordinator SEED mode? This woman was a coordinator?
"Wake up please…" He drummed out those words silently and she suddenly snapped out of her mysterious trance like state. A big smile was plastered on her soft looking face while her now normal orbs met the emerald ones. Without thinking Athrun let his hand move up to her cheek and he gently caressed it. She didn't seem to mind or not even notice.
The silence in the dark room broke once she spoke quietly.
"I…I remembered something. It was…really something."
A smile also appeared on the coordinator's face. The answer was satisfying.
"I'm really glad, you know that this is really good sign. Pretty soon your memory might be back and things will be normal for you again."
"Really?"
"Yes, but tell me one thing if you can. Did you find out about your name?"
"…No, I…I couldn't, I'm sorry… I just found out that I have a twin brother."
"…Oh, really its not your fault congrats on the new memory. I'm the one sorry for asking. Anyways I've got just the name for you! I put some thought into it…"
"What is it?"
"It's…"Athrun bit his lip, "…Athena"
"It's nice." She looked at him and blinked. It had a nice sound to it, and it made her feel powerful. Something powerful like a war or something… Athrun was about to say something but Athena beat him to it.
"You gave me a name, but you never told me your own. Do you not have one? Do I need to give you one?" Athena innocently asked while Athrun kicked himself mentally for forgetting to tell her one.
"No, no, I have a name. You don't need to give me a name. It's Athrun, Athrun Zala."
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A/N: Please don't beat me up. Wah. Sorry it was short too…I have to go do homework :( ... Please help me achieve my goal of getting atleast up to 20 reviews in total >> thanks!