Disclaimer: Bleh, I don't own Gundam Seed, sorry for such a boring disclaimer, I'm to lazy to think of anything original right now…

P.R. No. 2: Wow…I must say I'm really surprised, I got reviews…thank you all for your encouragement and (wait, that sounded cheesy… ) but oh well, have a good read and all the rest of that.

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Kira. The name came flooding back to her in a wave of almost nauseating emotion. Frey stared at the dry piece of celery in hand, suddenly not hungry anymore; she stood up and pushed her tray aside, otherwise untouched.

"…Yzak-san." Frey supposed calling him 'Mr. Joules', would be more proper, under the circumstances, but even for an enemy, she could not manage anything so formal, especially to someone her own age (give or take a year or two). "Can you please give me directions back to my room? I am feeling kind of sick."

Yzak looked up, his spoonful of soup paused halfway to his lips, "No, I suggest you eat," he said stiffly by the way of refusal. " 'Snack breaks' are unheard of on this ship, unlike the 'legged ship', where conduct is undoubtedly more lax, Allster." He all but spat out her name, as if it was poison. "And even if I did give you directions, you'd get lost."

There were a million retorts that she would have liked to snap to put him in his place; even if she was, a hostage, she was, after all, still a girl. Though Frey obediently sat down again and forced herself to eat, no matter how rude he was, no matter how she hated to admit it, Yzak was right.

Kira. The name came back once more, this time surging with regret, it must be mealtime on the Archangel too…she vaguely wondered if Kira had eaten. Was he missing her? He would never treat hostages like this...

Yzak watched her efforts with the same vigilant glare he used to watch everything else. When she had emptied her bowl of soup and eaten a half piece of toast, he got to his feet, only mildly satisfied, after all, he was the one that would take the blame if she turned out malnourished. "I will show you to your quarters now."

Then Yzak froze as he finally became fully conscious of where the prisoner's lodgings were to be. Captain Klueze, during the assignment's briefing, had said nothing of her accommodation arrangements. The closest instruction he had received regarding the subject was: "I want you to think of her as your guest."

His room. His room.

God help him. He was expected to share his quarters with a hostage. A...girl hostage, at that. No doubt Dearka would have liked that. But unfortunately, Dearka wasn't here. His former roommate and friend was currently on the MIA, along with the two other elites who had once made up the Klueze Squadron. Well, with the obviousexception of Nicol, of course;who was dead.

Yzak shook himself, grieving (if you could call it that) accomplished nothing. He had much more important things to attend to for the present. He turned and left the cafeteria, not looking back to see if the prisoner was behind him. It was her problem if she didn't pay attention and keep up.

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When the metal door slid open. Frey was partially expecting him to shove her in a prisoner's cell, metal bunk, iron bars and all, and lock her in for the rest of the night, out of the way. His way, in particular.

Instead, she found himself staring into a room, not so much unlike the one she had occupied on the Archangel. Save that, in the place of the bunk, there were two cots side by side. The mattresses looked very soft. "…Am I to have a roommate, or something?" she asked after a pause. Then the crazy thoughts started taking over, maybe Kira had been captured too, somehow, or maybe Sai and they could…

The glare cut her off, and Frey's eyes trailed down to her shoes, wishing fervently that she had not asked. Yzak pointed to an expensive-looking suitcase next to the dresser. "You will find suitable attire in there, plus certain necessities. The shower stalls are down the hall, as are the restrooms." He recited woodenly, arms crossed.

"…Thank you." Frey said awkwardly after he had finished. When she noticed that he made no move to leave, she added, "Erm, you can leave now, Yzak-san. I swear I won't run off." She gave a nervous laugh that conveyed absolutely no tact. Why was she feeling like such an idiot, especially in front of this boy? "Really, I mean."

"You--" Yzak very nearly hit her, yet only the thin threads of his commander's orders held him back, he lowered his hand. He could not, for the life of him, figure out if the prisoner was merely playing dumb to get on his nerves, (if that was the case, then she was doing a very good job) or if she really was, that stupid. His bet was moreon the former.

He decided that it was time to set the record straight, drawing out the private's knife from earlier, Yzak advanced toward her until the hostage was adequately cornered. Helpless, as a model hostage should be. "Allster, I couldn't care less about who you were, I don't give a damn if your old man was a so-calledprominent figure of the Earth Alliance. You are adamn prisoner on this ship, and therefore, I expect you to start acting like one, particularly when you're in my quarters."

Now she looked as if he had really slapped her, her face deathly pale, submissive. "I…I…I'm sorry, Yzak-san…I…didn't know…" he noticed that the hiccups returned with her mood swings.

For an instant, dark gray-blue met cerulean ice, and Yzak felt almost guilty. He quickly turned away.

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Over the years, Yzak had grown used to having Dearka's world-class snores lull him to sleep, not that he would ever admit it. Sleeping alone wasn't so bad either; at least he had peace and quiet. But with a prisoner in the room, the whole setting was suddenly foreign.

Unsuspecting. Helpless, downright annoying, yet labeled dangerous. Yzak glanced over at her unmoving form and straightened himself with new resolve. He supposed it could have been worse.

"Hey, um…Yzak-san?"

…It just got worse.

Yzak decided right then that he hated the way she said his name. He couldn't explain why, of course, but still. "Yes?"

There was a long pause before she said, rather timidly, "…Um…I'm, I'm kind of cold, is there, like, an extra blanket or something?"

Women, was the first thought that came to mind. He instinctively clutched his own blanket closer, though it really was a warm night and he had no need for it; Yzak had no intention of surrendering to a captive. However, from what he knew of women, they kept on and on and on until they got what they wanted. And while he didn't want to yield his blanket, he definitely wasn't in the mood to listen to her bitching the rest of the night.

"Take mine," he flung the cover in the general direction of the other cot, "Now just shut the hell up and go to sleep."

She didn't say anything else after that, nevertheless, it still took Yzak a long time to go to sleep.