Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Seed/Destiny.

An: After several hours (well, minutes) of consideration, I've decided to put a very slow pacing to this story. So that Kiraku interaction I promised? It's gonna happen in like... chapter 4 or something.

Pairing: KiraLacus

Lacus sighed as she rolled her pencil around her desk back and forth. She had just arrived home and was greeted by a pile of work. Not the best 'welcome home' if she could say herself. Of course, she didn't complain, whine, or anything other of the sort. She simply took the books, went straight to her room, and got started.

Of course, one can not do the same thing for very long. Especially if said thing involves sitting in a chair all day long. And thus, Lacus' mind wandered from imagining her knight in shining armour would come to her rescue, to that her pencil enjoyed being rolled across her desk and into that small horizontal crack on it's edge.

She rolled it again, and watched it roll away, slower than it should have, and land into that small crack. She bent over to retrieve it, and then simply rolled it over again. This time with a little too much force, which resulted in it rolling off the desk instead of landing in that familiar crack.

Groaning a little, she bent down under her desk, and reached for the small pencil. She fell off her chair, for she had reached out a little too far. On instinct after falling, Lacus; who was now on her knees and hands, immediately sprang up. Her fragile head, and the wood of her desk collided at this action. Rubbing her head furiously, along with a few grunts, she looked over to where her pencil was only to find it had rolled away because of her previous action.

She crawled over to where it rolled, and smiled when she finally got her precious pencil back. A little bit of pride flowing through her, she stood up, only to impact with another object. This time, her window sill. Falling down immediately, she rubbed her head with both her hands, accidentally losing her pencil in the process. She could only watch, (though truthfully, she could have just grabbed it) as her pencil rolled away from her again.

"Jesus Christ!" she blurted out, though immediately shut her mouth with both hands when she realized what she had said. She didn't have a religion, let alone being Christian, though she did respect their culture and never wanted to offend them. And despite being the only one in the room, she said a small prayer begging for forgiveness of everyone.

After finishing, she looked once again for that evasive pencil. After spotting it rolling toward the door, she began to, once again, crawl towards it. Why Lacus didn't simply walk over and pick the wooden object up is an enigma. Perhaps she isn't so irritated as she seems, and instead, is actually having fun chasing after her insignificant possession? Whether that is the case or not, the fact is she eventually caught up with it right before it made its way through the small split of the door.

It was just too bad Mr. Relevado happened to open the door in that moment, allowing the pencil to pass out of her room, and to who knows where in her large, large house.

"What in the world is that racket?" The racket that Mr. Relevado had questioned was obviously the bang of Lacus bumping into her furniture.

"I'm sorry Mr. Relevado, I was just trying to-" Lacus began, but was rather rudely interrupted by her home-school teacher.

"What are you doing on the floor, and next to the door no less?" Relevado asked sternly, three bumps appearing on his forehead. "Are you trying to eavesdrop onto the conversations outside? How rude!"

Lacus attempted to reply, but was once again cut off by Mr. Relevado.

"Anyway, I was just coming to inform you that your father had returned and wanted to see you." He replied. "But, I expect you to finish all of your studies when you get back."

A bright smile appeared on Lacus' face, and after giving her teacher a small nod and thank you, she rushed to her fathers room.

Kira Yamato ran his hand through the soft, white, and somewhat sticky substance in front of him, without quite realizing what he was touching. None the less, he continued running his fingers through it while bitter memories flashed in front of him.

"Umm, Kira?" Tolle's voice brought Kira out of his trance, and also caused him to pull his hand out of the substance, splashing some on Tolle's face. Tolle wiped the material off his face before replying, "Why are you doing that to your ice cream?"

Kira looked down, and realized that he had in fact been... 'rubbing' his ice cream. He grabbed a paper towel, wiping the cream off his hand, before throwing the towel, as well as the cup of ice cream away. He sighed as her laid his head on the ice cream parlour's table.

"Are you okay Kira?" Tolle asked as he watched Kira worriedly. Kira blanked out like that often, but it still worried Tolle to no bounds.

"I'm fine," Kira mumbled while still resting his head on the table. He closed his eyes and began to reminisce the horrible childhood he had tried so hard to forget.

"If you say so," Tolle sighed. He began taking bites of his ice cream while watching Kira out of the corner of his eye.

This often happened to Kira. Ever since Tolle could remember, Kira would blank out and go off into a trance. Tolle and the rest of Kira's friends had tried getting him to doctors, but they always said there was nothing they could do. Once, they even tried getting him to a psychiatrist, but he ended up kicking and screaming before they could even get the session halfway through.

Kira had never wanted to talk about his problem, it was too hard on him, but his friends had guessed. They had once made the mistake of mentioning it, and the end result wasn't pretty. So they decided it would be best to leave it alone. Still, Kira's dream's about the event scared all of his friends, because there was no telling what he would do during them. They were forced to constantly worry about him, praying for the best.

Lacus ran cheerfully to her father's room as she hummed a tune she had been working on. Since Lacus didn't have friends to hang out with, she decided that she needed a hobby to keep her busy. She had tried many things, from drawing to swordplay. In the end, she decided singing best suited her.

Anyway, Lacus found herself right in front of her father's door and stopped abruptly. She combed her hair with her hands and smoothened the wrinkles on her dress before knocking. She had always insisted that she had to look her best in front of company, even if that company happened to be family.

Soon after she had knocked, her father's voice had called, "Come in." She looked at herself one more time, and, deciding she looked okay, opened the door.

"Hello father!" she chirped as she approached his desk. Siegel Clyne had decided all talks-formal or nor-that he was included in were discussed in his office and not his own personal room.

"Good afternoon Lacus," he greeted back. He sat staring at her with his hands placed on his desk, papers scattered all over it.

"What matter did you wish to discuss with me about?" she asked in a business-like manner. She talked like this to her father when she either wanted to impress him, or mock him.

"What is it that you mean?" he replied, playing her game, "Can't an old man greet his daughter these days?"

Lacus giggled, "Of course you can, father. So, how was your day?"

Siegel rested his hand on his temple, "It was...tiring. I decided to go to one of my friend's, kid's birthday party, and then this one boy began to yell at me."

"Oh dear," Lacus said, "why did he do that? Did you upset him?"

Her father shook his head, "I have a hunch why, but let's drop the matter. How was your day?"

"It was great!" Lacus exclaimed, "I think I influenced a lot of people with my speech!"

Siegel smiled, although what Lacus did was hurting their company, he still allowed her to do what she wished. He didn't want to interfere with her decisions, for he believed that every human being deserved to choose their own path in life.

Mr. Clyne was about to reply, but he was interrupted when the phone in his office began to ring. He sighed and gave Lacus an apologetic look. She nodded and reluctantly walked out of her father's office. After closing the door, she began her long walk back to her room.

When she finally made it back to her room, she glanced at the stack of books on her desk. She carefully closed each of them and placed them all in her desk, promising herself that she would finish her work later. As she did this, she noticed the window was still open, so she took the liberty of closing it.

She took small steps toward it, her eyes caught in the beautiful scenery of the moon. When she found herself in front of the window, she looked down to see a group of teenagers laughing and enjoying themselves. A small tear found its way out of her eye, as she forced herself to close the window.

She slowly made her way to her bed, her eyes glued on the pink sheets. She got in, and covered herself with her blankets. As she laid in her soft mattress, more tears began to fill her eyes. The truth was, Lacus was lonely. She had her butlers, but they were only butlers. Mr. Relevado was just her teacher. And no matter how close her father and her were, she still needed something else.

She needed someone who would hold her when she needed comfort. She needed someone who would laugh when she would say or do something funny. She needed someone who would understand and feel sympathy when she cried. She needed a friend. Because she didn't have anyone else.

She was all alone.

An: Yeah, that's it. ...I don't have anything else to say. Oh well.