For a Moment
DM and YF drabble that kinda leads into "One Week" set to the song "Whatsername" by Green Day. Thanks to Allison for letting me borrow that CD. Squealy! And thanks to all the people who review anything! It all helps! -hugs and hands out Skittles-
"Hey! Hey you! Wait up!" Yzak called, running across the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car. "Wait!" He grabbed the red-head's shoulder, but when he saw her face, he backed away. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." The shocked girl nodded her acceptance of his apology, and headed off with her friends without a look back at the silver-haired Coordinator.
Yzak turned back the way he had came, headed home after arriving back from a trip. He mentally kicked himself as he trudged back.
Why the hell did I chase after her? Did I really think it was her? And why would I care?
Thought I ran into you down on the street,
Then it turned out to only be a dream
Yzak turned the key, and entered his house, a small place that he owned in Orb, convenient for times when he had to stay in the country. Like now.
Pictures lined the walls. Just simple things. Beaches, mountains, even some of the PLANTS and his mother. And of course there was one of every ship he'd been stationed on. He remembered the times, some more fondly than others.
I made a point to burn all of the photographs,
She went away and then I took a different path,
That red-haired girl... he thought. She was... interesting... for a Natural. He sighed to himself. I don't even remember her name. Did I ever know it?
He entered the small office he had and unlocked a small drawer. Pulling out two small pictures, he smiled slightly to himself.The first was of the Le Cruset Team. Yzak, Athrun, Dearka, even Nicol, Miguel, and Rusty. They had lost some good people in the war. Moving aside the photo, Yzak's smile turned upside down.
It was a picture of a red-haired girl. She seemed slightly frightened, but also determined, as well as seriously pissed off.
What was her name?
I remember the face, but I can't recall the name,
Now I wonder how whatsername has been.
Dearka thought things were going to go back to normal after the war ended.In the short time afterward, they had come to a mutual decision to go their own ways. They knew that things would be rough at best if they tried to stay together, so they had ended things quickly. Dearka had returned to the military and had only been demoted for his desertion. Things seemed to be returning to a semblance of "normal". Well, at least until Dearka got a mysterious letter.
Seems that she disappeared without a trace,
Did she ever marry old what's his face?
Dearka,
I'm sorry about how things ended with us, and for some reason I just can't stop thinking about the "what if"s. I really don't understand why I'm writing this letter, but I feel that I just need to talk to you, but I had no other way to get a hold of you. I've been doing well during this last year, and now I'm a photographer for the Orb newspaper. I sent some of my pictures with this, just as a few keepsakes. Well, I just wanted to say hi and I hope that maybe we can get together again sometime. Please write back.
At the end seemed to be several erasings before she had written:
Love,
Miriallia
Dearka opened the envelope a little more to see a number of pictures inside. A peaceful beach, probably on Orb; a heart-rending photo of a playground, partially destroyed by a fight, judging by the mobile armor wreckage; and, his favorite of the three, a picture of Miriallia herself, looking out over something, probably her next photo target.
I made a point to burn all of the photographs,
She went away and then I took a different path
Dearka smiled, but it was tinged with a bittersweet feeling.
"What if..." he whispered. Sighing to himself, he took the pictures and put them away in a drawer, on top of a number of other pictures taken earlier. Nodding to himself, he made up his mind.
The next day found Dearka wandering around the streets of Orb's main city, looking for the newspaper HQ. Needless to say, he was lost.
I'm a Gundam pilot! I should be able to find this place! It can't be THAT hard! Dearka glared at the map in his hands. It was for tourists, so it had little in the way of the information he was looking for. He tore the map in two, chunked it in the nearest trashcan, and began to wander where his feet took him. He was always better when he trusted his instincts.
Thirty minutes later, he found himself in front of a large building that could only be called a palace. He leaned against the wall that surrounded it, surveying the area.
I remember the face but I can't recall the name,
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
It seems so big for such a small country. No wonder I can't find her. I have nothing to go on besides the Orb newspaper. Not a lot of help.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" A blonde haired girl popped into his view, interrupting his thoughts.
Surprised, Dearka stuttered to explain himself. "I... I'm... uh..."
"Dearka?" Asked a male voice, incredulity in his tone. "Is that you?"
"Athrun?" The blonde haired Coordinator was thrown even more off balance. "Then you must be... Cagalli?" He asked, turning to the princess.
Cagalli's face broke out in a grin. "Hey, Dearka. It's been forever. Do you want to come on in for a snack or something? I have something I want to talk to you about."
Remember, whatever, it seems like forever ago,
Remember, whatever, it seems like forever ago,
Yzak muttered some kind of incoherent reply about being tired after a long trip and hung up the phone. Sometimes, more often now than ever before, he missed the gentle quiet of space. Gentle, and deadly.
Turning around, he sat down in the windows behind his desk gazing out at the sunset over Orb. The sky was an amazing shade of gold and red. It reminded him of her.
Red, like her hair. Red... like blood.
The regrets are useless, in my mind,
She's in my head, I must confess,
"Dearka! You should come in real soon!" The voice of the blonde haired princess floated up to him from the entrance to the balcony he was on."Yeah, I know. I have to lay low for a while," he muttered to himself. Looking out at the sunset, he smiled. "Another day... I wonder what will come. Another what if..."
My regrets are useless, in my mind
She's in my head, so long ago
Milly placed a small bundle of flowers at the base of a headstone. "We never did get along much, did we?" she asked the stone, but of course there was no reply. "Well, I hope you like the flowers. I just wanted to come by before any of the others might show up. I'll be back, next year." With that she bowed to the grave, backed up a few feet, took a picture of the scene, and walked away.
And in the darkest night, if my memory serves me right,
I'll never turn back time,
Forgetting you, but not the time.
Behind her, the gravestone read:
Fllay Alster
C.E. 56-77
A loyal daughter, a brave friend
R.I.P.
Okay, so I'm not a really big Fllay fan... but YF couplings are just so interesting! Well, this was just a random idea, and after about 3 weeks of working on it in BCIS (I LOVE this class! I'm there right now!) I've finally finished! Well, I hope you like it, even though it's a little angsty there at the end. Please R&R!
I PROMISE I'm working on One Week, and I REALLY want to re-write The Key of Heart for Kingdom Hearts, so if someone would look at it and wants to give me some advice, that'd be great. Thanks all! -hugs-