Disclaimer: As Usual. I only own Yzak's pillow.
Okay, one scene that I feel so excited to write; a Kira and Yzak moment :D There will be slight - very slight and will not develop, so don't worry – KiraYzak-ness with Kira as the would-be Seme! –gasp, horror, shock– And Kira is not as angsty as he is in the series. Athrun has a small case of obsessive-compulsive-ness too, by the way.
When the Wedding Bells Chime.
Part Six: Of Confrontations and Make-Ups.
Yzak rolled over in bed numerous times, trying to find the most comfortable position but seemed to be failing miserably. His nose was stuffy, his throat felt a bit raw from continuous coughing fits and he was currently plagued by an unyielding migraine. He didn't even know that Coordinators could get migraines. And to top everything off, the heater malfunctioned sometime during the night leaving him feeling even worse that he did and craving the warmth of another body near him, but he kept his mind from thinking of the blonde Buster pilot any further; what they had was no longer and he would be damned if he let himself be brought down by something as pitiful as emotions.
Unfortunately for Yzak, his heart spoke a different tune from his mind and he found himself already missing Dearka, even his incessant snoring. It hadn't even been a day since he'd left.
He curled up in bed, pulling the blanket further up his body and hugging one of the pillows close to his chest. He burrowed his face into the pillow and took a deep breath, trying hard to get the image of Dearka out of his mind. The silver-haired teen had already called the ZAFT Headquarters and informed them that he would be taking a few days off; being a member of the High Council did have its advantages at times, so there was no hurry to leave the comforts of the bed and the blanket.
While in his feverish state, he did not notice the sound of the front door being open then closed seconds later, nor did he hear a few voices calling out his name. He closed his eyes, expecting to fall into a deep slumber with the hopes that he would not feel quite a horrible when he woke up. Perhaps even have a few dreams where he had actually managed to beat Strike.
What he had not expected was the breath of another person almost on his face, or opening his eyes only to come face to face with Athrun Zala. Nor would he, in a million years, would have expected to see the pilot of said Strike, standing at the foot of the bed, a peculiar shine glinting in his eyes.
Taking a moment to digest the situation, Yzak could do nothing but stare speechless at Athrun who was kneeling beside his bed and at Kira who was standing silently at the foot of the bed. But the shock did not last long.
"Zala!" he growled, shooting up out of bed, but regretted it immediately when the sudden movement caused a wave of nausea to hit him, coiling back slightly, he didn't break the eye contact with his former team captain, "what the hell are you doing in my house, and with him!" he pointed angrily at Kira.
Athrun seemed to be contemplating his answer, he glanced at Kira for a moment, before turning back to the fuming Yzak, "Hi, Yzak …" he said lamely, "How are you? By the way, I heard you kicked Dearka out of the house this morning."
Kira felt his lips twitch slightly at Athrun's words.
Athrun knew that he was taking quite a big risk in being that frank with Yzak, he was not chosen to pilot the close combat Gundam, Duel, for nothing. But after what he had been through the night before, the humiliation, he knew that nothing could be quite as bad. Truthfully, he had expected Yzak to blow up at him, perhaps even tackle him to the ground like he had done only too often. But when Yzak plopped back onto the mattress and turned to face away from them, muttering a soft 'leave me alone', Athrun could help but raise an eyebrow.
He looked towards Kira who shrugged slightly; a baffled look was also present on his face.
"Yzak," Athrun stood up and leaned over the bed slightly, placing him hands on the side of the mattress for leverage.
"Piss off, Athrun!" Yzak's muffled answer came from under the pillow he had shoved over his head.
"Listen, Yzak-"
"No!" Yzak shot up once again, ignored the dizzy spell that hit, causing Athrun to jerk back, "You listen to me, Athrun," Yzak growled, his eyebrows narrowed, "I want nothing to do with Dearka, or you, or him," he threw a glance over to Kira, "What I want is for all you hearing-impaired bastards to leave. Me. Alone," he nearly screamed out the last sentence.
With a final 'humph' he turned away from them, falling backwards onto the bed and covered his head with a pillow.
Athrun turned to look at Kira, with one shrug and a look on his face that read 'we tried' he turned to walk away, fully expecting Kira to follow behind him as he walked out the door. But as the door swung close with a final click, Athrun finally realized that he was alone in the darkened hallway outside of Yzak room. Sighing in exasperation, the ex-Justice pilot leaned against the wall, knowing fully well what Kira was trying to do.
The poor fool, Athrun thought as the image of Kira being thrown out the window by an enraged Yzak suddenly came to mind.
His eyes scanned around the destroyed hall, I guess Dearka wasn't exaggerating when he said that everything was destroyed, he kneeled down and picked up one of the upturned tables and placed it back to it's rightful position. Before he knew it, he was picking up bits of broken wood and glass from the floor, sweeping the smaller shards into a scoop and placing the few shredded pictures that were still in one piece back onto the wall.
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Kira gently pushed close the door after Athrun had made his exit and turned back to the figure that lay in the middle of the bed who seemed to oblivious to the others presence. Taking a while to contemplate his words, he finally settled for a simple, "Nice weather you have up here," and waited with bated breath for the other teen's reaction.
He was not disappointed, though, when Yzak practically shot up off the bed and locked the (as Dearka had affectionately dubbed it) Yzak-glare-of-unimaginable-pain-and-terror on him.
"I thought I told you to get the hell out!" he seethed.
"You know," Kira pretended not to hear him; "we've never actually been properly introduced, what with all the ZAFT and Alliance issues after the war."
Yzak massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, feeling the intensity of the migraine doubling in the presence of the brunette, "What do you want?"
"Just trying to be friendly," Kira smiled at him, "My name is Kira. Kira Yamato," he held his hand out in greeting, "and you are."
Yzak glared hatefully at the hand, and then at Kira, "Bite me," he muttered and fell back onto the mattress for the third time, swearing on his mothers name that he would strangle the first person who would make him get up again.
Kira sighed, "Well … nice to meet you Bite me."
Yzak's shoulders gave a slight shudder (of anger) and he pulled the pillow off his face just enough to yell out, "It's Yzak Jule, you idiot. Now leave me alone!" and covered his head again, all while planning the most constructive way to get rid of the offending teen and make it look like an accident.
Kira knew that he was irritating the Duel pilot, but somehow, he just couldn't help it, Yzak looked too cute when he's angry. He could really see what Dearka found in the hot-tempered, silver-haired teen.
Kira carefully lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, taking seat without disturbing the other boy. Looking at Yzak's back, the way his side rose and fell with every breath he took, Kira began to think back to the incident where Yzak in Duel had shot down the Menelaus shuttle. He had felt so angry then, at himself and at Duel, trying to imagine just what kind of monster would shoot down innocent people. But now, he realized that Yzak too was trying to protect the people he loved.
"Hey, Yzak."
Yzak unconsciously gripped the pillow tighter, "Who gave you permission to use my name?" he growled.
"Sorry, Jule-sama," Kira sweat-dropped, and to think that I thought Dearka was exaggerating when he was talking about Yzak. Taking a deep breath, Kira tried to think of the best possible way to bring up the whole Menelaus shuttle issue. But if what Dearka says is true – of course it is – Yzak's probably not going to take it lightly no matter how nicely and good-naturedly he put it, so decided to get right to the point, "You shot down the Menelaus shuttle," Kira blurted out, but regretted his words almost immediately after seeing the silver-haired boys' shoulder tense considerably, nice going, Kira. He's probably going to pounce on you now.
Kira waited for the other boy to answer, or even react, but he didn't, causing guilt to well up deep inside the brunette, "Yzak-"
"So I did," he spoke suddenly.
Kira got to his feet as Yzak sat up on the bed, locking a pair of crystal blue eyes on him. It didn't seem quite as imposing seeing as they were slightly glazed over and he had dark circles around his eyes because of the lack of sleep, one seemed to have a slight bruise. Of course, Kira would never tell him that.
"What are you going to do about it?" he practically growled out the words, his eyes not even blinking as he surveyed the silent boy before him.
"Nothing …" Kira looked away. He wasn't really angry with Yzak for that incident, like most people thought. Yzak didn't promise to protect those people; they were not even his people. It was Kira the little girl had thanked, who had an obligation to defend them, but in the end, he had failed and he hated himself for it. He could but glance over to Yzak, seeing the long, noticeable scar that ran from below his eye, up the bridge of his nose and ended just above his left eyebrow. Athrun had mentioned that scar, and how he had obtained it. Having seen it first hand left Kira feeling even guiltier than ever.
Fortunately, any further guilt trips Kira had intention of taking was quickly halted when a flying pillow caught him square in the face.
"If you're just going to stand there drooling like a retarded imbecile then get out! Go join that bastard Athrun, live happily ever after and leave me the hell alone! Do you damn people even know what the hell that means!"
Kira couldn't help but snigger, "I would, but unfortunately, I have a mission to complete. If I don't, then Athrun and I will probably have to face the wrath of two very irritated women."
"Let me guess, Lacus Clyne and the future Mrs. Elthman."
Kira had to take a second to completely absorb what Yzak had said, "The future Mrs. Elthman?" he raised an eyebrow.
By now, Yzak was thoroughly irritated by the presence of the Freedom pilot. His words didn't mean anything to Yzak; neither did his whole fibre of being. He didn't remember being this irritated ever since his first encounter with Athrun in military school.
"You mean Miriallia?"
Yzak didn't answer. By now, Kira's words were to him like the sound of a pair of nails on a chalkboard.
"Why would you – Oooh …" Kira mouthed an O as realization came to him. He had been too transfixed with Athrun's beauty that night to notice anything happening around him, but he could vaguely remember the part where Dearka had gotten on his knee to Miri. He could barely hold back a chuckle.
Yzak's anger was reaching boiling point and hearing Kira laugh did not help one bit. He opened his mouth to shout profanities at him as a war cry before chucking him out the window.
"Dearka doesn't want to marry Miri. He wants to marry you!"
Yzak was on the verge of pouncing but Kira's words stopped him. He blinked, "What did you say?"
Kira sighed, "Dearka didn't propose to Miriallia. He was just imagining that he was proposing to you – I know you'll kill me for saying this, but I just have to – you silly goose. Dearka loves you."
Yzak stared at Kira for a long moment, his brain felt suddenly empty and he had forgotten how to form coherent words, "Dearka …" he opened and closed his mouth, looking much like a fish out of water.
Kira nodded his head.
"And that …"
Kira nodded.
"But then …"
Kira couldn't help but nod his head in reassurance.
"…" Yzak seemed too shocked by the sudden turn of events to realize that he was gaping in a most undignified way at his deemed 'enemy', "But I saw – then it means …"
Kira looked on in hidden amusement as Yzak's face began showing a variety of different emotion in just three second flat. What started out as stunned realization, quickly turned to denial and finally, embarrassment. Kira thought the fact that Yzak's new look, which consisted of his face being dyed five different shades of red, was something he'd better keep to himself under risk of a very slow and very painful death.
He continued to survey the silver haired teen before him, watching as his eyes reflected the amount of inner turmoil he was currently experiencing, "Yzak?" He dared himself to speak.
Yzak snapped his gaze towards Kira. The redness had disappeared from his face, leaving only a faint flushed pinkness on his cheeks from the fever. At the moment, Yzak seemed to have aged ten years.
"I won't tell anyone about the misunderstanding."
Yzak didn't say anything; he just continued to look at Kira with sad and tired eyes.
"Now why don't we go and get your boyfriend back?"
Yzak turned his head away, but not before Kira noticed the small nod of agreement. Without saying anything more, Yzak pushed himself off of the mattress to his feet and walked over to the cupboard to change his clothes.
Kira waited patiently by the door, eyeing his every movement until he finished and began walking towards the brunette. Kira spared a few second after Yzak reached him before pushing open the door, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and sparing him a small smile.
"How you ever became a soldier, I will never understand," Yzak shook his head, his crystal blue eyes locking with Kira's violet ones.
"Neither will I," he answered truthfully.
Kira's hand reached for the knob, but before his fingers could ever brush the surface of the brass, the door was yanked open, to reveal a somewhat irritated face of Athruns'.
"I've been waiting here for almost an hour," he looked at them with half-moon eyes.
"An hour?" Kira's eyebrows shot to his hairline, "It's been that long already? I didn't even notice."
Yzak didn't say a word, instead, his eyes travelled over to his hallway, "Did you clean my house, Zala?" he looked at the blue haired boy questioningly and to the furniture (or what's left of it) that seemed to be almost sparkling.
"I had to do something."
The Duel pilot couldn't help but scoff, "Well I'll be. I'd say you've found your true calling then, Athrun, as a maid. Hired help. Servant. Slave –"
"Yes, we all get what you mean," Athrun glared at him, "and so, what happens now?"
"What happens now is that we go down to that little mud ball you call earth and get back my servant."
"Don't you mean sex slave?" Athrun couldn't help but mumble under his breath as he rolled his eyes at Yzak's disposition that had done a complete three sixty since an hour ago.
Kira watched the two's antics amusedly. Miriallia was right; playing matchmaker was fun, especially when it involved Yzak and Dearka. Kira decided that he would continue on spreading the joys of love to the world, it made him feel all warm and tingly inside. He also decided that the next victim on his list would have to be his dear sister, Cagalli. She was just too butch and manly that more than on one occasion did people think she was Kira's brother.
He was too lost in the thoughts of his sister that he failed to notice when Athrun and Yzak walked away, leaving him alone. Only when Athrun called his name did he snap out of it and ran up to catch with the two teens.
I'm sure Miri and Lacus would be so proud.
End Part Six.
Okay, they didn't really make-up yet, but all will be finished and left with a happy ending in the next and last chapter: Of Silk Gowns and Happy Endings.
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