Dearka's POV

I… can't believe that I killed Meralia, she was, and I loved h… since middle school…

Flashback:

"Milly Vanilly!" chanted the group of boys around Meralia.

"Stop! I didn't do anything to you's!" cried the girl.

"Ha! That's funny you know what you've done? You came here! You think you can come here and boss everyone around!" cried one of the boys.

"No, I just, wanted to make some friends…" she said, the boys moved in closer and started to pinch and hit her.

"Please… stop…" one of the boys pinched her arm, and soon it started to bleed when-

"What are you doing? Get away from her, now!" cried a voice, Meralia looked up, there was a blond haired boy with brown eyes. He was running towards her.

"Ahh, just in time Elsman, here come and help us!" cried the leader.

"No, stop it you're hurting her! Can't you see she's bleeding!" he asked, the boys stepped back and started to run away. Meralia fell to the ground.

"It… it hurt so much, that you for saving me," she said.

"Here, I'll help you up." He offered, he extended his hand, and she looked up, tears were in her eyes and her cheeks were bleeding. She cautiously reached out her hand and took his, and he pulled her up. He could see her clearly now. Her white shirt was torn down the chest and across the belly, she wore a knee-length skirt and white socks with ordinary white shoes. She looked at shirt and covered herself with her arm, Dearka turned away and blushed.

"I'm… Meralia." She said and broke the silence.

"Name's Dearka, you new here in town?" he asked.

"Yes, I um… moved here from America." She replied; she artfully knotted her shirt so it covered her.

"I'll walk you home if you want." He said, Milly smiled and turned around.

"Will you be my friend?" she asked weirdly.

"Yeah, sure." He said and smiled too.

"What school do you go to, I go to Hilton Middle School, you?" he asked.

"Ya! I do to!" she said enthusiastically.

She's gonna make some guy happy someday, he thought. Ya, she'll make me happy someday.

End Flashback:

Normal POV:

Dearka walked past his old school, Hilton Middle School, where he and Meralia went to. He liked her so much, but he never told her.

And I'll never get to. He thought sadly.

"I thought that you'd tell me, before you went away, and I became a Ninja." He said to himself. And sighed.

"Dearka!" cried a voice from behind him, there was Cagalli.

"Hey umm… Cagalli, isn't it? You're Athruns girl, right?" he had said the wrong thing.

"NO! I'm well… no!" she cried and stamped her foot.

"Oh.. sorry." He said and started to walk away.

"Meralia… you killed her didn't you?" she asked solemnly. He sighed.

"I had too, I hadn't a choice." He said.

"And anyways, she was trying to kill me too." He added self cautiously.

"You shouldn't have!" she cried, breaking into tears.

"Cagalli… please." He said.

"Usually, I'd never do this kinda thing, but… love makes you do crazy things Cagalli." He said. Her eyes gaped.

"You… loved her right?" she said wiping away the tears.

"Yeah… I did, but she's dead now. I can't look back." And he looked into the coming moon.

"It's weird, but I do… ever since…" he lost himself in memories.

"I'll leave you Dearka but this won't be the last meeting we'll have." She told herself. And walked quietly into the shadows.

When Cagalli got home that night, after she walked thru the door, she sat down at the foot of the door and began to weep mercifully.

"Why…?" she asked herself.

"This is gonna be a long life."

Phase 6 of 50 A New Toy

Normal POV

A few days after Meralia supposedly died, she had stayed in the dark shadows of an abandoned building, that she once a long time ago, destroyed. And practiced on the empty and useless pillars that supported the old trash of stuff.

"I'll." She kicked a pillar.

"Kill you." She punched the same pillar.

"DEARKA!" she screeched and kicked the pillar again, making it fall to the ground. She breathed in the deep morning air.

"I'm so sad mom." She said.

"Please kill me now," she said, and unwrapped the linen around her hand and tightened it.

"If that is your wish." Said a deep voice.

"God, why do you temp me?" she asked looking at the light beside her.

"Please Meralia, come with me, you've outstayed your welcome on earth. You've nearly died about a million times already." It said.

"How can I die when I've still a path ahead of me?" she replied and began to kick the pillar again.

"You've killed so many, so why do you still live?" the light asked.

"Good question." She said.

"Fine, have it your way." The ball of light formed into a figure.

"Ami, please stop, you know that I'm going to fight Dearka and kill him!"

"That still doesn't mean that you still should live! Tutankhamen only lived until he was 16 and he still had a path to follow. Please, I beg you." Said the figure.

"No."

"Fine." And she disappeared. When she had gone Milly sighed and sat down.

"Maybe I should go with Ami one of these days. But if I go…" she sat down deep in thought.

That night, when Meralia returned home, her father was waiting.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Training Father, I must get better if I don't want to end up like Mother." She explained. And walked down to the basement.

"I… got you a little present, Milly, down there in the basement; I think you'll enjoy it." He smiled, but Meralia didn't trust him, he seemed to calm about all this, but, her own father wouldn't want her to get hurt now, would he?

She walked down the old and worn steps of the house. There at the bottom, was a large metal case. With a combination lock on it.

"So, instead of a car, you've gotten me a case? You don't know me." She said, he laughed heartily.

"It's what's in the case that is important." He explained and nodded. Meralia crossed the concrete ground, it was one of those empty basements that gave you a chill, with empty white walls and no windows, and only a small light bulb that flickered on and off every four or five seconds.

"Is it something that I've always wanted?" she asked.

"Umm… maybe." He said.

"Is it…" she bent down and clicked the sides of the case which opened easily. She slowly pulled top of the case open, and there were three steel needles.

"Dad, I have like, a million of these." She said disappointed.

"They may look like it, but throw one at the wall." He said and smiled. Meralia was puzzled. She took one of the lethal devices and whipped it at the wall at sound speed.

And with a mighty cling! It flung around the wall as if it was magically propelled backwards into her hand.

"Where did you get this father?" she asked,

"My little secret." He said, and stepped back up the stairs.

"Sick." She said