Author's note: Alas, a second chapter! Thanks to all the people that reviewed. I'll once again put the definitions of what some of the words mean at the end of the chapter. Anyways without much more blabbering here is the chapter and please review.

Kira hadn't the slightest clue who it was that towered over them. He checked Murrue's condition and dashed to the back of the building on the opposite side of the street and scanned the dull cement wall for a ladder.

Finding it without much of a problem, Kira haulded himself up it step by step. He grasped onto the top of the building and peered over the top. His hand automatically reached for the handgun strapped onto his belt and undid the safety within a matter of seconds.

A leg appeared in his line of sight, causing Kira to slowly raise the gun that was hidden by the cement wall. He didn't even give the other person a chance to move as he pressed down onto the trigger, listening to the sweet sound of the golden colored bullet leaving his gun.

Athrun bit his lip as white hot pain spread its wings inside his leg. The bullet had taken him by surprise and he soon found himself kneeling down on one leg while he watched the other bleed a deep crimson red.

So it looked like Kira had become more skilled over the years. It had been so long since he had last seen his friend and the situation that they were in wasn't one of the best. The guy probably had no clue who he had just shot.

Boy, was he in for a surprise.

Kira placed all his weight on his right hand then pressed on it, flinging himself over the top of the roof. His gun was drawn, pointed directly into the face of Murrue's assailant, but the blue haired person infront of him already had his gun out and was ready to shoot back.

They stood ontop of the roof for some time, guns pointed at each other. It was quite clear that Kira recognized who Athrun was because the youth's eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat, a look of both surprise, fear, and happiness overwhelmed Kira's facial expression.

When Athrun's friend of the bitter past took a step back his reflexes acted on their own and before he knew it another burst of gunfire filled the air, this time landing Kira a wounded forearm.

He clutched it while taking one more step backwards, making sure that he didn't near too close to the edge of the building and take a fall. A warm, sticky liquid seeped out of his shirt and covered his hand completely, the raw smell of copper filling his nostrils.

Both were bewildered by this encounter and could not find the words to express what they felt. A sickening silence engulfed them, unnerving the two people who had once been close friends.

Murrue's shouting broke the tension and they both looked down. She was waving her arms around like a maniac, calling Kira's name and wondering if he was okay or not.

Athrun averted his gaze and stared blandly at the roof under their feet. He heard a light ruffle of clothes as Kira retreated and went back down the ladder, but not before issuing a soft good-bye that seemed to float in mid air before reaching his ears- nothing more than a whisper.

His abandoned rifle had fallen on its side. Athrun picked it up effortlessly with his right hand and holstered the other, a much smaller hadngun than the one that Kira had used on him. Now there was only one problem left to solve: How was he going to get down that ladder with an injured leg? Especially when it hugged the back of building like a small child would to a stuffed toy bear.

Peering over the edge of the roof, Athrun scanned what lay below. What luck to have a stand set up just a few feet of to the side of the building. There was no doubt that he could jump onto the thick fabric that hung off of two solid looking poles, but he would probably wreck the stand as well. It didn't matter at the moment, he was in enough trouble as it was.

Athrun inhaled deeply before using his feet to pivot him off the roof. People turned and some gasped as the blue haired person landed none too nicely on the cloth that was being used at a stand selling valuables.

Kira and Murrue were only ten feet away when they heard some commotion and spun around to see what it was all about. The only thing their eyes got a glimpse of was a running figure dressed in red, a gun clutched tightly to his side.

Athrun...

His father was in a fowl mood, he could tell because his brow was furrowed and his eyes were narrowed so much that they were only tiny slits upon his aging face. He paced back and forth behind his desk and was deciding the fate of his son.

How could his own son fail to do as he was asked?

Athrun sat in the same chair as he had been in before and had his back arched straight. He couldn't possibly relax now, not while his father was so angered with him that he was refusing to speak. That spoke louder than words ever could.

Patrick Zala, Don of the PLANTs Mafia, raised a fist to his mouth and coughed to gather his son's attention. He turned to face forward and was quite pissed off by the news only received no less than twenty minutes ago.

"Tell me, my son, what is it that went wrong?"

Athrun had forgotten to mention the part about being shot, knowing all too well what Kira's fate would be if word got into the wrong hands.

"There was some interfirence."

It was then that his father noticed the bandage wrapped around his son's leg. He hadn't gave it much thought and really didn't care, but this was becoming interesting.

"What kind of interfirence?"

"It's not really all that important. There was-"

"Was it Orb scum that shot you?"

Athrun was taken aback by this. When he glanced to the side the Don got the answer he wanted, even if it had been silent.

"You are dismissed."

"Father I-"

"Dismissed."

When Athrun had left the room, his father opened a drawer on his desk. He pulled out some more photographs and flipped through the stack until he came upon one picture in particular. It was aged and one of the corners had been torn.

Athrun and a innocent looking child his age were standing under a sakura tree. The photgraph had been shot while the wind had picked up, blocking half of the face of the other person present in the picture. The Don knew his son had a friend back then, but never cared until now when his own flesh and blood had been shot by some Orb scum! How dare he!

He picked up black polished phone and dialed a number. When the other line responded, an evil smirk graced his lips.

"Le Crueset? We have a problem on our hands..."

Kira staggered into his home, refusing the help of Murrue. As soon as he had swung the door open a blur of red, green, and blonde colored hair greeted him, instantly placing an arm around his shoulder to help support him.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I'm fine, really."

The brown haired boy was lead into another room that was filled with multiple plush furniture. Sitting among them was the Don of Orb, Lord Uzumi. He looked up at his two children and motioned for them to sit down.

"Kira, are you alright?"

"Yes."

Murrue leaned up against the wall and crossed her arms, looking at Kira with gratitude gleaming in her eyes.

"Lord Uzumi, your son blocked a hit on me, it would be wise to make sure he's okay."

"Thank you."

The Capo of Orb bowed lightly before exiting the house and returning to her own. She left the three family members to themselves in the solitude of their home.

"Father?"

"Yes Cagalli?"

"Do you think it had something to do with the PLANTs?"

"We cannot assume that right away. This matter will have to be looked into."

Cagalli went and grabbed some medical supplies, returning back to quickly clean the blood off her brother's hands and cleanse the bullet wound. It was nothing serious so the bullet would stay inside. She bandaged it up with a soft white cloth and some disinfectant and left Kira alone after he was completely attended to.

Kira retired to the privacy of his room after talking about the whole situation with his father. He had been told that Athrun would most likely be sought out and if matters got into the wrong hands- possibly killed.

Things weren't supposed to be this way. He hated every part of it and wished that the Mafia hadn't broken up due to some silly differences. But it had escalated into something more violent and he couldn't blame his father for wanting to break away from it.

He eyes slowly closed while his head rested upon his pillow. His body finally gave into slep and Kira found himself dreaming dreams of his childhood he had shared with his best friend, Athrun.

Definitions:

Problem- someone who will likely be killed or whacked. Someone who is going to be killed or whacked.

Capo- ranking member of a Family who heads a crew of soldiers.