Disclaimer: As Usual. I only own Dearka's underwear :D
How this story ended up borderline drama after starting out pretty perverted is beyond me. I guess you can't go against the Plot Bunnies; they bite.
Note: Of Make-Ups will be the next chapter.
When the Wedding Bells Chime.
Part Five: Of Sicknesses and Angst.
The door was pushed open with a slight creak, causing the light of the artificial moon to shine in into the pitch-black hall. It was momentarily blocked out as a shadowy figure walked in, shutting the door behind him gently and leaning his back against the door, a sigh of dejection escaped his lips.
His crystal blue eyes scanned around in the dark room, taking in the sight that was all too familiar to him. Everything in the room was as he had left it, was the same as it had been for months since they first moved in.
They.
The simple word brought back the image that had been plaguing his mind all the way during the way home. Dearka and that girl. Dearka proposing to that girl. Hugging.
Dearka whom had been his comrade in arms ever since he first joined ZAFT. His roommate every time they launched away from PLANT to go to war. His housemate, whom he had invited to share a house with, without a second thought after the end of the war; someone who Yzak knew so well, and yet, knew nothing about.
Yzak felt his knees buckle from under him and slid down to the floor. His wet clothes had invited some curious glances from the ZAFT soldiers, but they refrained from saying anything about it. Yzak's temper was as well known in PLANT as Lacus Clyne. There he sat, silently, as the trickles of rainwater from his clothes dripped down and absorbed into the carpet, making a halo like patch around him.
He pulled his knees up to his chest, eyes never leaving the space of the sitting room, just like his mind remaining on the thoughts of Dearka.
Silence, cold and loneliness.
That was all that Yzak felt and felt like, when a violent shiver ran up his spine, causing him to wrap his arms tighter around himself. He knew that if he didn't get out of those wet clothes soon, he would probably develop a fever, but at that moment, he didn't care.
Finally, after deciding that it was not use hurting himself just because he was mad at another, he pushed himself to his feet, dragging himself to the stairs. Taking a one careful step at a time, he slowly and painfully made his way upstairs. When he reached the second floor, however, everything changed.
His eyes fell on one of the see-through crystal vase that Dearka had given him for Christmas as a joke. He walked over to it, glaring at it heatedly as if the vase it self had offended him. With a mixed roar of anger, betrayal and sadness, he grabbed the vase with one swipe and hurled it towards the opposite end of the hall.
"Damn you!" he lifted the mahogany table the vase had been resting on previously over his head and threw in on the ground, resulting in splinters from the broken wood imbedding itself into his shins. The rage was burning so intensely inside him that he saw Dearka's smirking face in everything that caught his eye.
He pulled the priceless pictures from the walls and smashed the yellowing canvas over the railing of the stairs, "Damn you!" he upturned all the trays that were assembled along the length of the hallways. He threw all the porcelain plates onto the floor; the ones that didn't break on impact were crushed under his feet.
"Damn you!" he demolished everything in sight, kicking in the door to the rooms, punching the hard walls until his knuckles became raw and bloody. Not one piece of decoration survived the onslaught.
He finally stopped when he felt his strength being drained entirely and sagged to the floor on his hands and knees, panting. His insides felt like it was on fire, his lungs burned and his limbs ached from the abuse that had been inflicted onto them.
Yzak felt tears brimming in his eyes from the physical pain and from the pain he felt in his heart, "Damn you … Dearka, …" he whispered quietly.
When the burning sensation finally begun to wear off, he managed to pull himself to his feet and walked into the master bedroom he shared with Dearka, bolting the door behind him before collapsing onto the mattress.
The adrenalin that had been cursing though his veins just a moment before had worn of entirely and he could work up the strength to even get out of the wet clothes he had on. He turned his head to one side and saw Dearka's uniform that had been carelessly dropped onto the chair and managed to push himself off of the bed, walking towards the discarded piece of clothing.
Yzak grasped it tightly and brought it up closer to his face, before moving away towards the cupboard where all of Dearka's clothes were. With one withering look at the nearly hung shirts and pants he grabbed a few of the black bags that had been stuffed on the shelf and threw in on the ground. Carefully collecting Dearka's clothes (and underwear) he placed them into each back carefully, as if not to wrinkle them. When he was done, he carried them out and placed them gently onto the floor near the foot of the door.
With a click, the door closed behind him and Yzak, dolefully, walked over to the bed and crawled beneath the covers. There was a slight shuddering breath from under the blanket before he was swallowed into the darkness of slumber.
- - - - -
"How do you think Dearka's fairing up there? Think Yzak's killed him yet?"
"He might hurt him quite badly, but I don't think Yzak-san would kill Dearka," Lacus took a sip of her tea.
"I think Lacus is right," Kira nodded, "what do you think Athrun?" he looked over to the said boy sitting next to him.
"Me?" Athrun's eyebrow twitched, "I think that if he doesn't, I will."
"You're just saying that," Kira nudged him playfully on the shoulder.
Athrun just stayed silent.
It had been a few hours since Dearka had headed back to PLANT and Reverend Malchio had taken the children out for a walk; the house felt eerily silent. However, no sooner had that thought flickered though their minds, was the silence rudely broken by the sound of a roaring engine, too loud to be from a car or any type of Earth made vehicle.
"That sounds like a Mobile Suit," Kira and Athrun's ears perked up. Rushing to the window, they noticed a black spot in the sky that seemed to be moving closer to them.
"Isn't that Dearka's ZAKU?" Miriallia stood on the tip of her toes to look over Kira and Athrun's head.
"Yeah. I wonder what's wrong, it hasn't even been three hours since he first left."
"If he wants more pictures, then he's got another thing coming to him."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Kira lead the way outside and waited with the other three teens for Dearka to land.
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Landing his ZAKU carefully onto the ground, Dearka sat motionlessly in the cockpit for a few moments, looking down at the awaiting teens and yet, not registering their presence. His mind distant as the event earlier that day replayed over and over in his head. He took a deep shuddering breath and pushed the button to open the hatch to the cockpit. Walking out and lowering himself down, he came face to face with the curious and dreaded (Athrun) looks on the faces of the four teens.
Without waiting for the inevitable questions to come at the sight of his beaten expression, he blurted out, "Yzak kicked me out and said he never wanted to see me again."
Lacus, Miriallia, Kira and Athrun just stared at the downcast Dearka, as the meaning of his words sunk into their brains.
"He kicked you out?" Kira repeated, mouth slightly agape.
"Isn't that what I said?" Dearka snapped at the brunette, the anxiety of the break-up finally getting to him. Did he even have the right to say it? Given that, though everyone knew about Dearka and Yzak's relationship, it was never made official.
"… Why?" Miriallia asked, after a while.
"I don't know," Dearka raised both his arms into the air in defeat, "maybe because he thinks that I'm some sort of pervert – I guess you two finally have something in common, ne, Athrun?"
"I-"
"The only thing I know is that I got back home only to find it completely destroyed and all my clothes dumped – no, they were actually placed very neatly outside the room. That is indeed something you have to admire about Yzak, he can seek and destroy furniture and any type of possession like they grew on trees, the next minute he can handle them with such care that even a Kings daughter probably never experienced -" Dearka rambled on.
"Dearka …"
"- It's quite funny if you think about it," he continued on uninterrupted, "I didn't even have to tell him. He saw the whole thing."
"How? And … how?"
"He was here, he came to look for me, I don't know why or how he knew I was here, but he was sick, and I don't mean in the head-"
"Dearka …" Miriallia shared a sad look with the three teens with her. She walked forward and grabbed Dearka's hand while he was still muttering away before leading him into the house, Lacus walking close beside them. They both threw a look at Athrun and Kira, as if telling them to do something about it, which both boys just answered with a small nod.
"So, what do you suggest we do?" Athrun turned to Kira, "it's not like we can just walk up to Yzak and say 'Hey, Yzak. How's the weather? By the way, I heard you kicked Dearka out of the house yesterday?'"
"Err … why not?"
"You're not seriously considering …" Athrun trailed off, the look on Kira's face had already answered him, "Kira …"
"Come on, Athrun," Kira grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards Dearka's ZAKU, "we have one relationship to fix."
Athrun sighed, "What makes you think that Yzak would even spare us the time of day. You have no idea what he can be like when he's ticked off."
"Didn't he pilot Duel?"
"Yes … why?"
"Well, just keep him away from his Mobile Suit and I bet both of us can at least tackle him to the ground if he gets too violent."
Athrun sweat-dropped, "Fine, fine," he sighed, "but let me warn you, Kira, he can get pretty rabid when provoked."
"I did fight him numerous times in the war, you know. Now come on."
Athrun just sighed and let himself be half-dragged towards the ZAKU, This is going to be some day … some, some day.
End Part Five.
This story will have seven chapters in total, so far. I still haven't written the last one, and you know how my chapter planning goes. So don't be surprised if it turns out to be a full-length novel (which it won't) … hopefully.
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