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Beware of angry Athrun here :D Rawr! By the way, Athrun and Kira might be pretty OOC. But they're trying to get Yzak into a gown, how much more OOC could they get :D
When the Wedding Bells Chime.
Part Three: Of Proposals and Jealousy.
The bright sun shined down upon the landscape of Orb. The birds glided through the air with not a care in the world, frequently swooping down to catch a few of the chirping grasshoppers that dwelled in the trees –
"Can I what!"The birds scattered into the sky, bees returning to the safe heaven of their hive as the black clouds gathered in the sky, blocking out the ray of the sun from reaching the ground.
"Calm down, Athrun."
Black clouds huddled together in the sky as the cackling lightning closed in on the city.
"I will not calm down!"
"I think Athrun's channelling a storm, Dearka, you'd better be careful," a feminine voice said worriedly.
"Athrun, be reasonable."
"I will not be reasonable either, Kira! Dearka wants me to … to … Dearka!"
"I knew you wouldn't do it …" Dearka sighed, "at least I tried," he pushed himself up from the bench he had been sitting in, "well, I'd better be going. It'd be hard to launch when the storm hits. It's been fun, Athrun," he swung his leg over the low seat and was about to walk away when he heard a thud on the surface of the table.
"Hang on!" Athrun growled, having slammed both his palms onto the table and shot up from his seat. His eyebrow twitched as he turned his emerald green eyes onto the retreating Dearka, "what do you mean 'it's been fun'? You think you're just going to walk away after asking me to do something like that!"
"Umm … yeah … just about …" Dearka nodded.
His nonchalant attitude caused the blood to rush to Athrun's face in aggravation, "And why do you want me to wear it? Why don't you ask … err …" he trailed off, failing to think of someone else who would be likely to put on a dress, "… Kira!"
Kira raised an eyebrow, "Me?"
"Come on, Athrun, it's not that bad," Miriallia tried to reason with the almost hysteric teen.
"That's easy for you to say!" his voice took on a slightly higher pitch, eyes glaring at the only girl in their company.
"Relax, Athrun," Kira placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, pulling him back down into a sitting position, "do you really think seeing me in a gown would do much difference if he's trying to convince Yzak to wear one? In case you forgot, he hates my guts … and then some."
"Don't tell me you're on Dearka's side now, Kira!"
"I'm just saying," Kira shrugged his shoulders, "besides, you'd make a prettier girl than me any day–"
"Kira!"
"You have nicer skin, long silky hair; a perfectly shaped nose and chin; big emerald green eyes–"
"Kira!"
Both Miriallia and Dearka couldn't help but snicker at the two boys in front of them.
"And like it or not, Athrun, you're extremely shapely for a man."
"Kira!"Kira turned to the huffing boy beside him, seemingly oblivious to him shouting his name just seconds before, "What? I'm just stating the obvious."
Athrun's eyebrow twitched continuously.
"Kira's right, Athrun," Miriallia smiled at him, "You'd probably be one of the sexiest looking brides in the whole world."
"After Yzak, that is," Dearka added, causing the three people in front of him to stare.
"That's so cute, Dearka," Miriallia nudged him in the ribs.
Kira had a faraway look on his face, "Young love … that sure does bring back some fond memories."
Athrun, on the other hand, was shooting Dearka a very peculiar look, "… you think Yzak's prettier than me?"
At the ex-Aegis pilot's comment, the three heads snapped around to stare at him.
Miriallia raised an eyebrow as she shared a look with the smirking Dearka and Kira, who had a wide grin on his face.
"Why, Athrun," Dearka held his hand up to his chest, a mock-surprised look on his face, "you aren't jealous now … are you?"
Athrun gave Dearka a squinty-eyed glare, "No!" he huffed, "I'm leaving."
"I was just kidding, Athrun. C'mon, lighten up," Dearka tried to reason with him, but to no avail.
"If you like it so much, why don't you wear it yourself?" he glared at the blonde.
"I want to see Yzak in one, what would be the point of me wearing one? It's not like I could shag myself, not that I wouldn't look sexy it in anyway."
"I don't care. Good day!" he said finally and walked off.
Dearka sighed, defeated. Suddenly he heard Miriallia whisper something in his ear that sounded like 'you're going to owe me your life after this'.
"Chotto, Athrun …"
Athrun stopped in his tracks and turned around menacingly to glare at Miriallia, "What?"
At Athrun's cold tone, Miriallia cast her head downwards, not meeting his gaze; the look on her face was one of sadness, "Demo …" she trailed off, voice hitching a sob, "Tolle …"
Athrun groaned. He knew where this was headed.
Dearka snorted into his hand while Kira tried not to make eye contact with Athrun because he couldn't hide the grin that had spread across his face.
"Tolle …" she said slowly, "he would have wanted it … you know …" sniffling, she continued, "he always liked dresses, especially the orange one I wore that day on Heliopolis when … when … ZAFT," she covered her face with her hands. Sobbing quietly into her palms, her voice came out muffled, "but now, he'll never get the chance to be-because he-he's–"
Athrun's gritted his teeth, "Fine …"
"Oh Athrun," Miriallia's sadness and despair disappeared in an instance, "you're such a sweet heart."
Athrun glared at her with half-moon eyes, he mouthed an 'I hate you,' when Kira and Dearka turned to congratulate Miri on her nearly impossible achievement.
Not two seconds after Miriallia managed to make the impossible, possible, did the clouds finally unleash it's wrath upon the four teens, sending them running towards the nearest shelter.
As they ran, there was only one thing on Miriallia's mind, Sorry, Tolle.
- - - - -
Unbeknownst to the four teens, a certain blue ZAKU had just landed on a deserted island some miles off of the shore of Orb after being dropped off by one of the ZAFT transport shuttles. By this time, the rain was pouring down onto the land.
The hatch of the ZAKU gave a loud hissing sound as it slid open and a familiar head of silver-hair poked out, taking in the dampness of the weather. Mumbling a few curses under his breath, he moved back into the warm and dry comforts of the ZAKU while wondering where the heck had he landed.
- - - - -
After about half an hour later, the four teens decided that the storm wasn't going to let up anytime soon and they would have to brave the strong rain to get back to Malchio's island. Dearka offered them a lift in his Gunner ZAKU Warrior since most of the ships and transportation would probably be stopped due to the strong currents in the sea. Miriallia insisted on tagging along, saying that she would rather struggle the raging ocean than pass up a chance at seeing Athrun in a dress, in which the other boy just snorted indignantly.
The problem now would be just how exactly would they find a wedding gown on such a short notice. Kira had suggested that they borrow one of Cagalli's dresses, to which Athrun answered with a 'hell no', the less people knowing the better. But after much soliciting from Kira and Dearka, he relented, as long as they promised that Cagalli would not hear one word of their plan.
So off they went to look for her.
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"You all are completely useless," Athrun sighed exasperatedly, "honestly … I have fantasies of wearing dresses? She's going to think I'm some kind of sick pervert now, while the truth is that Dearka's the sick pervert."
"Hey, I resent that."
Athrun gave him a look.
"But it's all true anyway," Dearka gave him a smarmy smile, "but I'm glad you're doing this, Athrun."
"You'd better be," Athrun mumbled to himself, "what would father and mother say if they knew what I'm about to do?" he rubbed his face with both hands.
"Probably, 'my, my, what a beautiful son I have. He does take after me, after all,'" Dearka moved behind Kira when Athrun shot him a heated glare, "sheesh, your boyfriend sure is scary," he whispered into Kira's ear, "if he were anything like this when he was in ZAFT, I bet Yzak's wouldn't be quite as unwilling to follow his orders."
"I've never seen him quite like this," Kira looked at Athrun's back, as the blue haired teen walked ahead of them, "truthfully, it's quite a turn on," she gave Dearka a sheepish smile, "I guess I can see now where your attraction to Yzak came from."
Dearka sighed as Kira's words struck a cord in him and caused him to look away, all sorts of ideas running through his head; all of which concerned the Duel pilot.
Yzak …- - - - -
Kuso … where the hell am I? He switched on the monitor inside the ZAKU, taking time to carefully survey the surrounding trees … only to see more trees. Yzak had chosen to stay put for a while, waiting for the storm to blow over; flying in such weather wasn't safe, even for a pilot of his calibre. The sky was dark and the heavy rain that splashed against the screen rendered the visibility level down to nearly zero. I hate rain, I hate Earth … I hate Dearka! He was on the verge of abusing one of the controls when a beeping sound was emitted from his radar and a small spot reading 'ZAKU Warrior' came onto the screen.
"Dearka," Yzak studied the location where Dearka in his ZAKU were heading and realized that it was coming straight at him. He quickly switched off the power of his suit, hoping that his signal wouldn't show on Dearka's radar, seeing as he probably wasn't supposed to be here, and not to give and reason for the older boy to tease him about being jealous.
Yzak opened the hatch and looked out as Dearka's suit started to come into view. He passed right over Yzak, not noticing the kneeling blue ZAKU in the darkness of the storm and flew on. Yzak watched with an interested eye, as the Dearka began descending not two kilometres away from his current position. He got out of the cockpit slowly lowered himself to the ground, the heavy rain soaking immediately into his black clothes, plastering his hair to his head. Yzak brushed his wet locks back so that they weren't blocking his view and rushed forward with as much stealth as a jungle cat.
- - - - -
The gigantic ZAKU landed in front of a big wooden house, it's sheer size causing the ground to shake beneath its feet. The young children that Reverend Malchio's looked after rushed out to find the source of the disturbance and gaped at the sight of the huge suit of armour that had landed in front of their balcony.
The hatch gave a loud hiss before opening and out stumbled Athrun and Kira, falling most graciously onto the opened bridge.
"Oww …" the both of them groaned, much to the amusement of present crowd. The laughter attracted both Lacus and Markio who came to find out what had caused the sudden disappearances of the children under their care.
"A ZAKU was not made to carry four people," Athrun pushed himself up and held out a hand to pull Kira to his feet as well.
"Yeah," Kira rubbed a spot in his neck and stretched his limbs to get out all the knots in them as a result of staying in a cramped position for too long, "Unless you're a girl, that is," he looked back into the cockpit at Miriallia who was sitting bridal style in Dearka's lap.
"Hey, don't say that I didn't offer you two as well."
"Athrun! Kira!"
The both of them heard their names being called and looked down to the crowd of children that had gathered near the railing of the balcony.
"How embarrassing!"
"Two of the best pilots of Jachin Due–"
"–falling out of a suit like a couple of ripe apples!"
Laughter rippled among the kids; even Lacus, Reverend Malchio, Dearka and Miriallia couldn't help but snicker slightly as a red tinge crept onto their cheeks.
"Athrun, Kira," Lacus called up to them, "come down before you catch a cold."
"The rain is getting stronger," Miriallia looked up to the sky where the clouds were all pitch black. Pushing herself up from her sitting position, she watched as Kira and Athrun made their way safely to the ground; when it came to her turn, she froze, not being used to going down from such a height with nothing but thin metal rope. This prompted Dearka to circled his arms around her waist and pretty much carry her down.
When the four soaking teens had safely entered the warm ambience of the house, Lacus closed the door behind them, safely locking and bolting it, not even noticing the silver-haired figure watching them from behind one of the trees.
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That girl … Yzak watched as Dearka slipped his arms gently around her waist and carried her down the ZAKU, the look on his face was unreadable. His eyes continued to stay on Dearka even after he had disappeared into the house, leaving nothing but a door where he was standing. "Dearka …" Yzak whispered his name quietly as rain came pouring down stronger than before; the winds whipped his hair about his face and sent a chilled shudder running up his spine.
As the storm raged on, so did Yzak's determination. Silently and cautiously, he made his way towards the house to find out what was really going on.
End Part Three.
Little Yzak's jealous, the poor guy.
Apparently the people of now have an issue with answering reviews in the chapters. Like … honestly. But anyway, I'll just thank you all for the inspiring reviews and I'm glad you like the Miriallia and Dearka interaction. Writing them was fun. Yzak will meet Kira in chapter five, I haven't finished that one yet, so I don't know how that'll turn out either.On Boyfriends is my crack as well, I've reada few times and it still amuses me greatly. And before the end, one of them will be whipped, but ... we'll see ... ;D
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