Title: A Day to Remember

Theme: 19- persona
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairings: Dearka/Yzak
Word Count: 655
Summary: Yzak was going to kill him (that is, he aptly noted, if the blonde-haired man was still alive) the second he got back.
Notes: Also written for seed(underscore)fic(underscore)test on livejournal's deserted theme.

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Yzak Jule was not a man of patience, waiting and worrying. Oh no, this professional soldier- oh so deserving of commanding status- was definitely not going to let the disappearance of one Dearka Elthman get to him in the least. Nope, not at all.

It was a simple mission- very simple, Yzak reasoned- and definitely not cause for any delay in returning. Peering out, he scowled on seeing the Archangel crew and the Strike's pilot sitting comfortably nearby.

"Damn them, damn them all!" He fumed, throwing about any object within arm's distance.

But they didn't take any notice to the troubles of the silver-haired gundam pilot, and that irritated him all the more.

"Are we still waiting?" A man's voice called through the door.

Yzak glared, "You tell me, you idiot! Where is Dearka? Hasn't he come back yet? Or what about that good for nothing, Zala?"

The man sighed, "Shall we hold our positions until they return?"

He faltered at that, knowing already the words that the man didn't say.

What if Dearka didn't come back? Was he to be deserted and left alone on a day like this?

The seconds began to tick away, and with each one- Yzak's agitation grew. But as the time indicated the passing of nearly thirty minutes, his irritance turned to worry.

"Damnit Dearka, I'm going to kill you for this!" He seethed, punching a nearby wall. His eyes caught sight of the piano score laid out on the table in Nicol's remembrance and his breath caught in his throat.

Had something happened to Dearka?

But before Yzak could inflict anymore damage on the walls of the room, a familiar voice called through the door.

"Are you okay in there?"

Yzak quickly yanked open the door, his eyes narrowing on the shorter of the two men standing there.

"Explain. Now."

They exchanged a glance, before the man sighed.

"You're not supposed to see each other the day before the wedding, Yzak."

The silver-haired man crossed his arms, "Oh- so this is your smartass fault. Very funny, Zala," Turning his glare to the other man, Yzak continued, "And as for you- how dare you let Athrun screw this up!"

Dearka shook his head, casually walking past Athrun and placing a hand on Yzak's shoulder.

"What? You didn't think I was going to leave you standing at the altar, did you?"

Yzak's face faltered before quickly turning into a scowl; Dearka smirked on knowing he was right.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I couldn't find where I'd put the ring at home so it took longer than expected. I figured if I called to let you know you'd go ballistic."

"Why the hell would you think that?" Yzak snapped. Athrun rolled his eyes. "I saw that, Zala. And what were you doing this whole time? You're the best man, it's your damned job to make sure that everything goes perfectly- got that?"

Athrun gave a mock salute, "Yes, Commander Jule sir."

Stepping between the two before a fight could erupt, Dearka sighed.

"All right, calm down. Everything's all right now. Shiho and Miriallia are waiting with the bridesmaids and all our guests are getting antsy. Come on, let's save your petty fight for afterwards, okay?"

"Fine," Yzak said with a 'hmph.'

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The church was filled with a wide-array of guests for the occasion; everyone from former enemies to comrades filling the seats. As Dearka and Yzak made their way out, all eyes turned their way.

"You're supposed to go first, Dearka."

"What? Since when am I taking the 'bride' role?"

"I'm not doing it, so get your ass moving now!"

"You're the one wearing white."

"That's because I look better in it!"

Nearby, the two bridesmaids turned to one another.

"You'd think they were already married by the way they bicker," Miriallia said in a hushed voice.

Shiho shook her head, "Tell me about it."

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