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Ok, second chapter to I'm Here. Someone requested this and I hope y'all like it. And drop me a review? Please?
I don't want to die. I don't want to leave him yet. Even if I'm MIA and a POW, I can still find my way back to him. He still won't let me hold him, he still won't talk to me. I don't understand, but I want to. And if I die now, I'll never get the chance to listen. I want to see him smile, and I want to help him cry. I want to help him heal, and no natural is going to take my chances away. No-one is going to take my life, until I can get through to him. I just hope he'll understand.
The cockpit door eased open, and Dearka stepped hesitantly out, his arms held high over his head. Surrender now, and live to tell later. The sounds of a raging battle went on behind him. A battle he just knew they were going to lose. With Nicol's death last time, Yzak getting damaged in this one and his surrender that left only...Athrun to take out Strike. And Athrun couldn't...could he?
Well...he could, but he would probably resort to extreme measures to do it. And he'd been hurt enough. He was shattered emotionally, and having physical pain on top of that...Dearka didn't want him to have to suffer that. Especially not at the hands of that stupid EA pilot.
That pilot couldn't care about his "best friend" if he was forcing this suffering on him. And why would he care, since he had those naturals who knew nothing about loss. Those naturals who'd already ripped Athrun's heart so efficently. Did that traitor enjoy destroying his "friend"? Because he certanily seemed to.
He glanced away from the cold, metalic weapons that his enemy was pointing at him, to look at the battle raging behind. What he saw made his mind go numb with shock. The sound of the explosion and the enemies shouts seemed muted. Wreckage rained down through the thick smoke. Athrun's wreckage. He'd destroyed his mobile suit...just to take down Strike? The once brillent red colour of the Aegis had turned grey as it's life blood ran dry. It's colour leaking away like what was left of Athrun's life. It's ruined body lay scattered on the beach, like what was left of Athrun's heart.
Numbly, he let himself be led away towards the legged ship. Turning his back on the ugly sight, he felt tears build up in his eyes. Well, Strike's pilot should be happy. He'd crushed his friend, shattered his fragile walls of glass and ripped his already wounded heart apart so well it had driven the boy to suicide. Driven him to take his own life...just to end the torment.
And took away any chance I had to help him. That bastard took him away without giving me a chance to say goodbye. And I never got the chance to see him smile. Never once...did his dead eyes light up. I never got to see a smile, I never got to help him. I loved him and that bastard made sure to destroy him first and then kill him. I never even got to tell him.
Why?
Set during ep 30...I think. Hope y'all enjoyed it.