Update finally! Sorryz, but life's been a bit confusing, but not hard, these past few months for me. I think the slump's over now, and update should happen everyfew days now. --Kayuki-san

He skipped up the royal staircase happily in glee, carefully balancing a metallic breakfast tray ladened with buttered toast and orange juice in his left hand, and holding the banister in his right. Quickly, he rolled along the second floor once he had reached the landing, and trapeized to her room. Today was finally going to be his day, and unlike his many poorly executed failures in the past, the attempt today was sure to win her heart. And with no particular bodyguard which he detested whole-heartedly, he smiled. Goddess of Love was sure to be on his side.

He rapped the mahogany door sharply. Inside the dark room with no light, the covers stirred slightly.

Or rather, what was under the covers stirred slightly.

She groaned. Was it Yuuna again? She had dismissed him every morning he brought breakfast to her in the past few days, hoping he would get the message that she didn't want any breakfast from him.

She didn't want breakfast want anyone, nor did she want anything from anyone. What happened to her between Athrun and her was still fresh in her mind. Along each passing day, she hasn't done anything except stay in her room in a mansion in Orb, and eat the little meals she could slipped through the crack from under the door, because she refused to eat at all at first. The maids were all distressed when she announced on the other side of the door that she wouldn't be opening them for a long time.

Cagalli, was just emotionally distressed, and confused.

Desperately confused.

"Cagalli? I've brought your breakfast," sang Yuuna cheerfully.

She sat up on her bed and ruffled her hair but didn't respond. Looking around the dark, dim-litted room full of dust smell, she felt even more depressed. What had made Athrun behave that way?

Dust drifted around her, along with the smell of mothballs. The room was intolerably messy, with clothes and bed hangings scattered throughout the room in disarray. Chairs were toppled and she, disorganized, except that she took a shower every 24 hours in the bathroom connected to the huge bedroom.

Nothing she did made her feel better, despite how rash and violent they were. It was a never ending cycle in her mind: get up, and get angry.

But why did he do that? She just didn't understand it. What did she do? He made it sound like she had hurt him someway that night.

"Cagalli?" said a impatient voice from behind the door.

She stood up grudgingly and leaned towards the long since opened curtains slightly.

The morning shine called out to her. Beyond the white clouds silhouetted against the cheerful blue skies, geese away from the modern world flew.

She parted a small brim in the middle of layers of velvet burgundy so greet a beam of sun. Outside, she saw a young man with white long hair enter a red convertible.

Her face pressed against the cold glass pane unconsciously, making her cheeks grow red, her eyes squinted.

He clutched his cellphone angrily, clenching his teeth. He turned towards his convertible and slipped in, slamming the door shut.

Taking one final glance at the mansion, he stepped on the pedal with force, into the autumn morning, leaving thoughts and hatred behind.

On the road he went fast, knowing that no one was going to be where he was going. The wind whipped his bangs around to the side of his head, letting him fully appreciate the mild sunshine that day.

Things were going pretty good for him in life until this point. He supported his head with his left hand on the side of the car and kept his right on the wheel.

Yzak sighed and looked towards the ongoing sun. How Dearka could keep up the happy cheerful side in every situation was a wonder to him.

How Dearka could pick up girls so easily was more a wonder to him.

For once in his life, he meets someone he likes, without much complains on their personality. She was perfect for him, smart, pretty, and not afraid of challenges. Usually, he would blow off any girl on first dates, and even then, asking girls out weren't really his forte, but she wasn't like the rest of them. She stood out from the crowd.

Having been made commander of a ship, he was usually surrounded by girls of Zaft, some not even half his age, each one of them hoping to date and marry him, Yzak Joule. Never with them, she always stood out to him in his head.

He had wanted to talk to her since, but never gotten the chance to. However, as Dearka explained it to him, he was "the officer in command and she, his inferior" and that there was no way she was going to go up and talk to him herself. He would have to extend the hand of friendship here.

How was he supposed to do that though? Making guy friends was already hard enough for him, but girl friends? Surely there must be an easy solution.

He was a cooardinator, someone with superior thinking skills, but this girl had him stumped without even having talked to him before.

What an individual.

He stopped the car. The beach in front of him was covered with stony grains of golden sand, veiled by beams of sunshine. The ripples of ocean water slipped and washed against the shore gently, back and forth without disturbing the path of the sunshine.

The war had changed him, like it did everybody. He looked at thing more differently now. A mature view of the world overtook him, and the things he used to laugh at just didn't seem as funny anymore. War taught him that the most important things to treasure in life were individual voices.

Why did the coordinators and naturals ever fight?

He swung himself out of the car on the side and walked towards the edge of the shore, slowly, making a stride of imprinted foot steps across the soft field of sand.

In his pocket, a crumpled piece of paper laid crushed, but it was worn with affection and filled with emotions. She had given it to him.

Yzak went in front of the water and watched the sun at the top of the horizon serenely, letting the water brush the tip of his right shoe tenderly.

Taking off his blazer and holding it up over his head as a breeze went by, he let the wind blow his hair and closed his eyes, feeling the slight warmth that welcomed his forehead.

"I think…I like you," he muttered softly, eyes still closed as the wind answered him.

"You're a retard you know that?" said a gruff voice from behind the computer screen.

"How was I supposed to tail him? It's a big city you know!" retaliated a feminine voice, sitting on a wooden crate, with headphones on.

The warehouse was dark, cold, and stank of clams, but they couldn't afford to use light in case of being discovered. The mission was hard, and much harder than what was expected of their level of training, but her partner just had to beg the captain to assign something of this great magnitude!

He had wanted to prove their capabilities to the other teams.

She was getting fed up with him. Her skills as an agent weren't bad, and in fact, she had tied with him in the academy training days—first place. Just because she lost the target at the Orb hosted party didn't mean that she deserved to get yelled at.

Secretly, she thought the target was kind of cute.

"We might loose our jobs because of you! God, I wish you would take your job more seriously some times!"

"HUH!" she pouted. Why couldn't her partner be nicer and more likable?

She stared at him through the darkness, his figure and fingers working rapidly on the laptop to track down the target. His hair was almost jet black with fair skin. It almost surprised her at first that such a skin could belong to a guy. If only he had a better attitude, more girls would be chasing after him.

It couldn't be helped. She had overheard a conversation of the captain's about his past one rainy night. During that time, she had been rooted to the spot in the hallway, gasping, while listening to what had happened to him. She never mentioned it to him. The fact that he could get along with her everyday without shedding one single tear made her respect him, though she had long since wondered why he had pursued this profession, and at such a young age too.

She turned her head towards him and rested her eyes on his cheek, smiling a sad smile.

If only the world had been kinder to him.

"Princess! You must come out!" begged an outraged maid in a black dress and white apron, holding food. "Everyone is worried about you!"

The maid threw herself to the foot of the door dramatically, attracting the attention of nearby and passing maids, all of which had given up on getting their beloved princess Cagalli out.

They had tried everything possible, even threatening to her that they were going to burn the house down if she wasn't going to come out, but sadly, it seems that no threats or temptations of her most favorite sweets was going to lure her out of being a hermit. Measures were now taken up a notch to drastic, and so the butlers were out fetching a ramming device or some sort.

Yes, that's right, they, the servers of the Athha mansion were going to ram down the door of their mistress's mansion.

Ouch, reality hurts sometimes.

What hurt more was that they were all outsmarted by their mistress, who was bored of her surroundings and decided to do something about it.

A sudden breeze attacked her as she hung limply out her window on the third floor. As grand as the grass underneath was, taken care of respectively by the gardeners, the hell it was going to help break her fall! Cagalli groaned. She should've thought of a plan first, before going head first into her plan of escaping through the window.

Well, it had first seemed like a great idea when she was standing on the balcony. The ground hadn't looked so far away as it did now, with her dangling with the wind. She could feel the wind blowing up to her bare thighs under her night dress.

Night dress was a bit of an understatement here. It was more like a silky, lacey, revealing, and closer to lingerie than nightgown, kind of thing.

Plus, it was deep red. She groaned again. Why didn't she change before she went?

She made herself a mental note not to go through with one minute plans in the future when she was angry, depressed, and emotionally upset.

"Okay…it's just a little drop….it'll be okay!" she said in a falsely sweetened voice that was so unlike her, trying to deceive herself into thinking that she was safe.

Here she was, the pilot of a mobile suit during the war, princess of Orb, and she was afraid of the distance between her toes to the ground.

Cagalli let her fingers loose.

She dropped through the cold air, splicing the atmosphere with her toes pointing straight down. It was unlike the drops of great extremes that everyone talked about. It wasn't unusually long, but short to the point that she didn't even have any time to let out a scream, which was great for her image, for there was a person under her.

"WHOA!" came a voice from underneath.

Cagalli groaned for what she hoped was the final time that day. She felt something soft underneath her that broke her fall. It certainly didn't feel like a shrub. If so, what saved her then?

She looked down and yelled. It was a blue haired guy, whose hair colour was nothing like Athrun's, but still looked great nevertheless. He was blushing madly and gaping at her at the same time, unable to get anything out of his mouth. He couldn't figure out if what just happened was good or bad. He was aching down his back and legs, but a total babe wearing nothing but bra and panties was on him, in a seducing position.

"Uh—UH--!" He said, turning his head and closing his eyes, not wanting to see what he wasn't supposed to see.

Cagalli rolled off him and stood up quickly, attempting to run off and save her the embarrassment of letting the guy realize who she was. Her legs gave away and she tumbled down onto the grass, sprawled among the rich leafy ground.

He stood up and stared at the helpless looking girl before him. He observed once again. He sighed and decided that he might as well help her. It was obvious she was a natural, being so dumb and klutsy by nature. But then again, she was really pretty with amber golden eyes.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was sure he had seen her somewhere before.

"Hey, you need some help?" he asked quietly, not quite over what had just happened between them, leaning down and extending his right hand to her, preparing to pull her up.

"No--! Argh…" she winced; her leg hurt like hell. The least she could hope for was a sprained ankle, if not, worse.

"But you're hurt," he said, raising his eyebrow, observing her movements and could tell that her left ankle was sprained.

"I said that—" but she never got to finish her sentence. The boy came over and swung her arm around his shoulder. He lifted her up gradually from the ground, holding onto her wrists as he did so.

"Moron, if you don't go for help you'll get worse."

Cagalli had had a bad day, and she had just slipped from a three story level above the ground, but this was definitely going to be the highlight of her day. She didn't say anything, but watched his face and features.

He had light blue hair that stuck out on either side, and his skin was very light, unlike most guys she's seen. She guessed that he was around her age, if not, somewhat more mature.

He was hot. She felt herself feel hot as he supported her and walked with her towards the mansion, trailing her left foot along as they walked.

Her mind snapped into clear.

"Wait! I can't go back to that mansion!" she yelled suddenly.

"Why?" he queried questionably.

"I can't—I just can't," she said feeble mindedly, determined not to let him know that she was Cagalli Yuula Athha, otherwise the embarrassment of being outside wearing almost nothing would kill her.

"It's the nearest place that can help you!" he argued back.

"No! I can't go back there!" she cried, "I just can't!" and she began to walk the other way, breaking away from the boy. Without his support though, her broken ankle got the better of her and down she went, onto the ground for the third time that day.

Life just sucked for her that day!

"Fine!" he spluttered, afraid that she was going to do something sudden like that again, "we'll go to a hospital 'kay? Let's go to my car."

She got up with him, having earned many bruises that day.

"Thank you."

They walked across the big field of grass that surrounded the grand mansion and drove away together in a stylish silver car. On the car, Cagalli fell asleep on the leather seat and her head tilted towards him.

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