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P.R. no 4: I have to admit, this is not the best chapter I've come up with, but in my opinion, it was better than 'Interrogation', and I had lots of fun writing Yzak torture, so…all is good with the world…hehe. Have a good read.

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Since the forced interrogation three days ago, Yzak had taken to ignoring the hostage, and she likewise. So needless to say, he had preciously little information to relay to his superior.

Yzak finished with, "The prisoner claims to have joined the crew of the 'legged ship' in hopes of avenging her father's death." He slid his gaze down to the white marble floor and braced himself for the worse.

To his genuine surprise and relief, Captain Klueze did not look particularly angry, in fact quite the opposite, he appeared rather amused, "Revenge, is it?" he popped a blue-and-white pill into his mouth, followed by a long swallow of whatever before continuing, "To be quite honest, I hadn't thought that Miss Allster had such ambitions."

"…Yes, sir." Since there was nothing else to be said.

"Did she tell you anything else regarding the Archangel or its mechanics?"

Yzak disliked lying, sure, he had told his share of white lies when the situation called for it (more often than not with Dearka as his accomplice), but this… "No, Captain, she told me nothing else." The words slipped too easily from his mouth before he could stop them, "Well, I mean, that's--"

"I should have expected as much, considering the circumstances…" Still, Kleuze seemed to believe him, and for once, the masked man wore neither smirk nor sneer as a sudden silence covered the room like a heavy veil.

When Yzak could no longer stand the suspense, he prompted quietly, although he knew that the gesture could well cause him a reprimand, "…Sir?"

In answer, Klueze got abruptly to his feet and instantly started sneering again, but his tone was almost fatherly, "Yzak, I am going to give you a new assignment, you will probably despise it with your heart and soul, at best,but trust me, this mission is absolutely crucial."

Yzak was not an inexperienced Elite, and to this day, he had never 'despised an assignment with the heart and soul.' The bodyguard business came very close, but not close enough.

"Yzak, as of today, I want you to become Frey Allster's lover." The infamous smirk seemed to widen with every syllable. "That sounds appalling, I know, and I apologize." Klueze certainly didn't sound apologetic. "But we are running out of time, and there is no one else I can trust. When she tells you enough, go ahead and depose of her."

If it weren't for the last part, Yzak would have grabbed the nearest sharp object available and killed himself right then and there. Even with the promise that he had the permission to do away with the hostage after she had served her purpose, didn't make the days ahead any more appetizing.

For the first time in his militant career, Yzak thought about throttling his commanding officer. The military court business he could handle, however, he really wasn't sure about what his mother would think…

So he did chose the only option left to him. Yzak squared his shoulders and nodded in confirmation. "Yes, Captain, I understand."

"Very well then, you're dismissed, Yzak." Kleuze nodded

"Thank you, sir." Damn you, sir.

As he walked away from the airless cubicle that served as Klueze's office, Yzak could have sworn he had heard maniacal laughter resonating from the other side of the wall.

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The silent treatment suited Frey just fine. But, even she had to admit; it was getting to be a bit lonesome, trapped in a makeshift hotel suite for three days with no one to talk to. Even if it was, a hotel suite.

She lay crossways on her cot, wearing one of the ZAFT uniforms that she had found inside the suitcase, with buttons of the blouse undone, with her pastel pink tank top peeking through. Even like this, it barely gave her enough air. Just goes to show how manmade oxygen could never beat the real thing.

Ironically, Frey's drifting thoughts finally landed on Lacus Clyne. The ever-smiling pink-haired Coordinator had been a hostage of the Archangel's a few months back. And the similarities ended there.

Whereas Frey was kept under lock and key, Lacus was free to roam and stir things up as she pleased, all the others seemed patient with her. Yzak was almost like a negative of Kira, although she couldn't exactly see Kira as a positive of Yzak…

And where Lacus had had allies, even among enemies, Frey had…well, to be quite frank, she had enemies among enemies, some noticeably worse then others.

The metal door slid open then, and though Frey hadn't meant to, her face flamed a dark shade of crimson at once as she bolted upright. "Yzak…san."

And Yzak, oh, God…he just stood there like he was actually enjoying it. "Pardon, did I startle you, Frey?"

She stopped fumbling with the buttons and stared at him. Frey. Yzak had said her name. Not spitting it out like he had with Allster, but—really making it sound like a name. She could feel herself reddening again.

"If I did, Ido apologize." He said, without the slightest hint of sarcasm.

It was a long time before Frey found the courage to blurt out, "No! I mean, yes, I was surprised but, it's your room so…" then she clamped her mouth shut.

Yzak forced himself to step toward her. The little Natural bitch could not possibly begin to fathom how difficult it was to fake such a performance. She was only a Natural, it should be easy…

"Yzak, as of today, I want you to become Frey Allster's lover." Klueze's voice echoed mockingly inside his head, as always.

Her lover…Yzak grimaced, somehow, jumping off a bridge seemed a lot more appealing, that, or maybe jumping out of the ship.

Frey tensed herself when he stopped at arm's length. What was he going to do? Glancing around the room, she saw nothing sharp, and if he really was going to hurt her…Wait, he couldn't though, he was under strict orders not to and—

Under any normal circumstance, Yzak would have been delighted to see the growing fear in her eyes, but this was hardly considered normal, he was waytoo preoccupied with his own misery to take much notice.

"Don't be afraid, Frey." The words felt like lead poisonin his mouth. Before he lost it completely, Yzak put two fingers under her chin, and kissed her.

He mentally counted to three, yet that was the longest countdown he had ever endure in his life, Yzak pulled away immediately. The whole thing was almost eerily satirical. He turned and walked out without another word.

Outside, Yzak leaned against the wall and thought about killing Klueze again and the horrible realization that he had just kissed a girl on orders and had the prisoner not been a Natural…he might have liked it a little too much than he should have.

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A/N: Yay! They finally kissed! It's really strange, but hey, life is good, please R&R. Huggles to reviewers! (And yes, I think I'm turning into an egoistic review whore…xD)