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This was supposed to be updated last week, but a few problems with lightning and such came up, therefore ... hope you enjoy this one. So the Drama :D
When the Wedding Bells Chime.
Part Four: Of Misunderstandings and Break-ups.
"Ara?" Lacus' eyebrows rose to her hairline after Kira had informed her about what they were planning.
Reverend Malchio had taken all the children to bed, with much difficulty; they all wanted to stay and hear cool stories about how they all 'kicked ass' in the war, and that left Kira, Athrun, Dearka, Miriallia and Lacus to sit around the fire place, enjoying a cup of steaming hot cocoa.
Athrun sulked in the one-man sofa where he sat hunched over, looking as if he wished the seat would just open up and swallow him whole right then and there. Kira shared the longer sofa with Miriallia who sat between him and Dearka. Lacus was in the seat opposite Athrun, nearest to the fireplace.
"Haro; Asuran, genki?" the round pink form of Haro bounced into the room and headed straight from the blue haired teen but was intercepted by Lacus.
"Ara," she smiled and looked up at Athrun, "Pink-chan missed you, Athrun."
"Haro doesn't have any appliance that controls emotions, Lacus."
Lacus just smiled at his words, "Pink-chan, go back to Malchio-sama."
"Haro, Malchio-sama," the round pink ball bounced around the room for a while before disappearing into the next room.
"Sorry, Pink-chan is very energetic today," Lacus smiled, "you can continue now, Kira."
"So … we borrowed one from Cagalli," Kira picked up where he had left off, "and Miriallia blurted out about Athrun having dreams of going through a wedding–"
"I do not!"
"We all know that, Athrun, it was Dearka's idea."
"Cagalli doesn't …" he sulked and leaned back into the fluffy sofa.
The four people present sweat-dropped at Athrun's out of character behaviour.
"But now, how are you going to let Yzak see Athrun wearing it, without taking him back to PLANT with you?"
"I am not going to PLANT in a gown!"
"Err … I didn't really think of that."
"We could take a picture!" Miriallia squealed and jumped to her feet, whipping out a camera from her backpack, "and the valuable blackmail material will forever be in my possession."
Athrun cringed at her thrilled declaration.
"Good idea, Miri," Kira beamed.
Athrun bit his tongue to hold back his words because he knew that he would just be wasting his breath.
"Well … when are you planning to do this?"
"Today, hopefully, since I have to get back to PLANT by morning. After the whole deserting ZAFT issue, I've been under quite a watchful eye, one wrong move and …" he motioned a throat being slit.
"So then, Athrun," Miri turned to the Justice pilot.
Athrun visibly cowered, "Why don't you wear one as well?" he nearly pouted, looking at Miriallia straight in the eye, "at least … it won't be too awkward," and added under his breath, "I'll kill myself after this."
"Why don't we both wear pretty dresses," Lacus squealed, "then Athrun can have some company."
"Okay."
So both the girls physically dragged Athrun towards the upstairs room to get changed.
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Yzak leaned his back against the wall and sighed. He couldn't catch the entire conversation from where he stood, the thunder booming over the horizon and the heavy rain made eavesdropping quite a challenge. He did manage to catch a few words here and there, Miriallia, going through a wedding, Athrun, Dearka … either Dearka wants to marry Athrun, Yzak shuddered from the cold and from the image of 'his' Dearka with Athrun, or Dearka wants to marry … that girl, Miriallia, Yzak cast his eyes to the ground, feeling a sudden stabbing pain in his chest.
His thoughts were interrupted when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the three people had come back to the living room. His eyes widened slightly.
Lacus was wearing a light pink dress that reached down to just below her knees. The other, orange haired girl was in a long, powder blue coloured, strapless gown and a matching pearl necklace.
When his eyes finally fell upon Athrun, his eyebrows shot to his hairline. What the f- his eyes widened.
Athrun was dressed in a turquoise blue, spaghetti strapped silk gown. His hair was combed into loose bun behind his head with free strands of hair falling over his neck and forehead. He seemed to have some black eyeliner on his eyes and bright red lipstick, which wasn't quite noticeable as it was tinged the same colour as his face.
He saw Kira's face break into a wide smile and Dearka made a few catcalls. If possible, Athrun seemed to be getting redder.
What the hell is going on? Yzak nearly gaped at the events that unfolded before his eyes, but then, he noticed Dearka walked up to the orange haired girl in the blue dress. He whispered something into her ear, causing her to giggle. But what made Yzak's heart leap into his throat was when he saw Dearka get on one knee in front of her. He seemed to be looking around the room for something and grabbed an unseen object from on the table and turned back to her.
Yzak gulped when he saw Dearka's mouth move, he was saying something to her; the thunder clapped loudly in the background, making it impossible to hear, but he watched in silent anguish when she giggled and nodded her head. Dearka slipped the key ring onto her finger and took to his feet.
Everything seemed to become silent around him after that, the thunder didn't make any noise and he couldn't feel the rainwater beat down on his body any longer. He just felt numb.
The part where Dearka wrapped his arms around her was the last straw for Yzak; normally he could have exploded with anger, marched into the house, yelled at Dearka for being a cheating bastard and preceded to beat the crap out of him. But this time, it was different. He felt like all the strength was being drained out of him, leaving him to wish that he were at home at that very minute, snuggling into the warm blankets, ignorant to everything that had happened.
He didn't fell like confronting Dearka right now; he just wanted to leave. Without a look at the house or what was happening in it, he headed back to where he had landed his ZAKU; heart heavy and his thoughts centring on one person.
Dearka …- - - - -
"Wow …" was all Kira could say when he caught sight of his blue haired lover, causing Athrun to blush considerably.
"Looking good, Athrun!" Dearka whistled.
"Shut up!"
"But they're right," Miriallia circled him, "you're hot."
Athrun looked away embarrassedly, causing Lacus to giggle.
Walking past Athrun, Dearka stopped in front of Miriallia, "Nice," he muttered, studying her up and down before leaning close to her ear, "Athrun looks good in a dress, ne. Makes you wonder whether he was actually a guy to begin with."
Miriallia couldn't help but chuckle at his comment, "Kira looks like he wouldn't notice if Kleuze suddenly rose from the dead and sat naked on his head."
"But Yzak would look much prettier; speaking of Yzak, how should I do this then," he got down on one knee, "should I drop down at his feet, look up at him with eyes glittering with love and affection. Then–" he broke the eye contact and scanned around the room looking for something that would even slightly resemble a ring. Seeing a stray key ring on the table he grabbed it and turned back to Miri, "then take out the silver, custom made ring, silver really brings out his eyes and say, 'Yzak, will you marry me?"
Miriallia giggled at his antics, "Then Yzak would look back down at you, and nod, saying, 'Yes, I do, Dearka."
Dearka smiled and slipped the metal ring on her finger and stood up, "Then I'll say, 'let's have our honeymoon on Earth, in the Bahamas!'"
"Of course, then Yzak would say, 'Yes, let's go there now, Dearka!'"
"Oh, Yzak," Dearka wrapped his arms around Miriallia's shoulders, "I love you."
Miriallia stayed silent for a while, but when there was not sign that Dearka was going to let go anytime soon, she wriggled and pushed him off, "Okay, I think that's enough of that."
"Sorry," Dearka grinned sheepishly. The both of them then looked back to what the others were doing, seeing that Kira was still staring at the blushing Athrun and Lacus standing to the side, amusement clearly written on her face, they shared a look and laughed.
- - - - -
The rest of the night passed without any glitches, except the one where Athrun kept trying to make his escape, only to have his plans thwarted by Miriallia and Lacus, who seemed to find the whole thing highly amusing. Kira was too preoccupied with staring openly at the blue haired teen to notice anything happening around him while Dearka surveyed all of them from his position on the couch. His mind kept reverting back to the image of Yzak and wondering what he was doing at that moment. Was he still mad because of the incident the morning before? Dearka knew that he would have to find out soon.
And he would find out indeed.
- - - - -
Dearka boarded his ZAKU early the next morning after spending the night at the Reverend's house. He had told the ZAFT shuttle to wait for him the same place he had been dropped of the day before. Bidding farewell to Kira, Miriallia and Lacus (Athrun was still brooding somewhere in the room about his lost manliness) he entered the cockpit and switched on the controls of the ZAKU.
He could help the wide grin that spread across his face at the knowledge that about half a dozen pictures of Athrun in drag now dwelled safely and comfortably in the pocket of his jacket. I bet I'd be a good source of blackmail if any of the guys ever got their hands on them, but I'll just leave that to Miriallia, he thought as the ZAKU Warrior rose a few hundred feet into the air and when it was safely away from the house, blasted off towards the designated rendezvous place.
- - - - -
"Yzak!" Dearka opened the door to the house he shared with the ex-Duel pilot; he still had a few hours before he had to report to his shift and he did not want to waste it.
Walking into the seemingly desolated house, he didn't fail to notice the dark patches on the carpet, which seemed like water that had yet to dry, and the fact that not one light had been turned on.
"Hey, Yzak!" he called out, walking in and out of the rooms on the first floor looking for the said teen. He nearly slapped his hand to his forehead when he realized that it was barely five o'clock in the morning and Yzak was probably still in bed. Taking on the role of temporary Chairman of the High Council was a trying job and he was probably exhausted.
Dearka took a deep breath and moved slowly up the stairs, careful as to not make a sound. When he reached the second floor, though, he gasped.
The entire floor was complete mess. The tables that decorated the stairs had been flung to the other side of the room where it sat, broken. The decorative cutlery had been thrown around; pieces of broken plates and glasses now carpeted the floor. Pictures on the walls had been ripped off and torn apart, their frames left in splinters.
Dearka's shock quickly wore off as a sense of dread crept up on him and he rushed towards the main bedroom, Yzak! His mind screamed, worry for the safety of the teen clouding his thoughts. When he reached the room, however, he was halted in his tracks. All of his belongings, packed neatly into his suitcases and bags, were waiting for him at the foot of the door.
What's going on? He approached the door, looking down at the bags and called out Yzak's name, when he didn't answer, Dearka began pounding on the wooden door, "Yzak! Are you in there?" he pounded a few more times when he was answered by silence, "Yzak! Are you okay? Did something happen? … Answer me, damn it!"
All of a sudden, there was a rustling sound coming from inside the room and a click before the door swung open to reveal a frowning Yzak. His face was flushed and eyes seemed to be slightly glazed over.
"What, Dearka?" he growled, "in case the silence wasn't enough of a hint, I was sleeping, idiot!" he was about to slam the door in Dearka's face, but the other boy managed to grab the side and push it back open.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Yzak?" Dearka nearly shouted in his face, obviously ticked off. He wasn't one to normally lose his cool when it came to the Duel pilot, but there were times when the silver-haired teens' anger was just too much to take, "I come home to find entire floor looking like a hurricane had passed through it, my clothes packed and you being more irritable than usual."
"Isn't it obvious, Dearka?" Yzak narrowed his eyes dangerously, "I want you to get out!"
"Wha-" Dearka gaped, speechless at his answer. He and Yzak normally got into arguments, but never in the past has he ever attempted to throw him out, "what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with you!" Yzak lunged at the unsuspecting blonde, slamming him hard into the opposite wall, "why don't you go back to your little rendezvous with Athrun and that bastard pilot of Strike!"
Dearka's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, "How did you know about that?"
"Shocked now, are we? Ashamed? Scandalized?" Yzak snorted, "I know where you were the whole time, which whom … what you were doing …" a flicker of sadness passed through his eyes at the last sentence, going unnoticed by Dearka, "what kind of foolish idiot do you think I am!"
Dearka wisely stayed silent. He did notice how hot the other boys' skin felt against his own; the way his eyes glinted sickly in the darkness of the hallway. Taking note of Yzak's pale appearance and the trickle of perspiration that slid down the side of his face, Dearka managed to put two and two together. The damp spots on the carpet, Yzak's feverish condition and … the rain down on Earth.
His eyes widened, "You were there? But … how?"
Yzak seemed to be gasping between breaths. He let go of Dearka's shirt immediately and turned to look away from him, "Just leave."
"What? Tell me what's going on!"
"Why don't you tell me what's going on!" Yzak shouted back at him, causing Dearka to step back, "I heard what you were planning with Athrun and Lacus!"
Dearka gulped.
"I saw you there, in the house. And here I thought you hated the colour blue." Yzak gave a miserable chuckle.
Dearka dropped his gaze to the ground. Yzak knew about it and his reaction wasn't like what he would have expected. He knew there would be fury. Perhaps even ridicule and outrage, but nothing like the sad anger and betrayal he was displaying at the moment, "Yzak …"
"No … no!" Yzak shoved him against the wall and turned his back to the baffled teen, "I don't even want to hear about it. I just want you to leave, now! I don't ever want to see you again!"
"Yzak-"
"Get out!" he screamed, slapping Dearka's hand away from him.
Dearka stayed silent, watching the silver-haired boys heave in his breath. After a few moments, he walked over to the door and began picking up the bags that lay waiting for him. As he was about to descend the steps, he turned back to the teen, "I knew you wouldn't react very willingly, Yzak, but I guess I didn't know you at all …"
Yzak's shoulders shook slightly, then, to Dearka's horror, he saw him pick up one of the unbroken glasses on the floor and threw it with all his might towards him, missing his head by only a few inches.
"Get out!"
Without waiting to be told again, Dearka turned his eyes away, but not before noticing the shimmer on Yzak's face as a tear rolled down his cheek, dripping onto the carpet below.
How could everything have turned out this way? Dearka thought sadly as he closed the door to the house and walked away, saying goodbye to everything that could have happened.
End Part Four.
Misunderstandings can kill a relationships, but I wouldn't know, never been in a relationship in my life. I'll probably end up marrying my account.
What will happen to Dearka and Yzak now? Will they ever make up? Of course they will, because I'm the authoress and I heart DeaYzak!
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