Author's Note: Once again, thanks for all the awesome reviews! This story is on a roll and the ideas are flowing into my mind like a freakin' river. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to everyone that happens to read this. Have fun!

Did you ever stop and think about the future? Could you ever picture it being like this, so full of pain and suffering? Why Athrun, why did your father have to take you away? Why couldn't we all be seen as equals? Are you going to fight against me now because that's your father's will?

Why Athrun...why...

Kira continued to mope around in his bedroom, refusing to lift his head from his pillow. How many nights had been spent like this? There had been more than a few. It was like a tradition in a sick sort of way. But he couldn't pass on, couldn't think of Athrun as his enemy. How could anyone want to kill their best friend because of some silly difference that they supposively had between one another?

At last he gave into his lungs demands for fresh air to breath and rolled over to stare blandly up at the roof of his bedroom. It was just as blank as his stare was, just as blank as he felt, nothing but a lost soul.

Quick footfalls shattered the silence that ripped at his mind and Kira was positive that it was Cagalli, who else could it be? Not wanting to speak to anyone at that moment, Kira reached for his brown leather coat and put it on. Placing his fingers under the window, the purple eyed mobster pulled up and jumped out of the window before Cagalli barged through the door.

The bitter wind felt cold even inside the coat, offering Kira no form of comfort whatsoever. He didn't seem to care, his mind elsewhere, far away from reality. He worried the others with his strange behavior, but everyone had grown acustomed to it over the years. It wasn't uncommon to see the outcast with brown hair walking like a zombie down the streets.

A harsh breeze almost toppled him to the ground. Once his balance had been restored, Kira walked on and would've bumped into a wall had he not cast his eyes upward in the nick of time. But it had startled him and his drained body caused him to fall to his knees.

Mud soaked and stained his knees, rocks bit into his weakened skin, and the cement smashed his brittle bones. Pain should've consumed him by now, but it hadn't and he felt like nothing but a shell, no pain rippling through his body but numbness.

How could anyone go on living like this?

Realizing that he wasn't being strong enough and that one day he would be able to speak to Athrun on normal terms, Kira stood back up and continued to walk down the empty street, grasping onto that one thought and using it like a lifeline, a very, very, thin life line.

A light hung off the roof and was lowered just above the table. Two large windows stood about five feet away from the floor and were shatter proof. In the far left hand corner a chair, old and worn, stood.

In that chair was a man. Hands and feet bound, he glared at the man slumped up against the wall at the far end of the room, a smug look plastered on his face. The captive couldn't move, nor tried and it was because of that man staring at him.

They called him the Hawk of Endymion, a man who had single handedly shot down over nine PLANTs members durring a raid. His reputation amoung those in the PLANTs was bad and many would like nothing better than to see him killed. Those in Orb treasured his fighting abilties and named him the enforcer, a nasty thing to do, but it was worth the respect he recieved.

Fearing for his life, but still keeping the anger burning deeply in his eyes, the captive man kept silent until he was asked to speak. This guy was dangerous and just being around him could make you nervous.

"So tell me," Mwu said as he walked closer and closer to the table, watching with amusement as the man began to fidget, "are you with the PLANTs?"

"Like hell I'd tell you anything!" The man spat back, quickly realizing his big mistake.

Mwu placed a hand on the table and leaned forward. A grin formed on his lips and he slowly raised a hand backwards. The man thought that he was going to be hit and started to thrust back and forth in the chair. He was silenced when Mwu pulled out a dagger and placed it on the table.

The dangerous weapon glistened under the light and the man's eyes widened when he saw how sharp it was. Pretty soon he began to slur out appologies and whimpers that could be compared to those of a one month old infant.

"Please don't kill me!" Mwu turned the knife with a light push of his finger so that it pointed at the man. "Okay, okay, I admit it! I am with the PLANTs."

It was quite funny how easily people would give in under a threat to their life. Mwu used this technique all the time and sometimes used tortue, it worked wonders, really.

Always tell the truth, right?

Not even getting a chance to drag out their little 'chat session', Mwu was interrupted by a knock on the door. He left the captive alone and opened it slowly and was surprised to see Cagalli, the Don's daughter, standing right there infront of him.

Before he could utter a single word, Cagalli held up her hand to silence him and hurried to present him with the problem at hand, that being her brother.

"I need you to go find him," she stated and hardened her gaze to show the older man that she was dead serious.

"Right."

Cagalli took over his occupation as he hurried after Kira.

Once Mwu was outside and hot on the trail of the runaway boy, he saw him just after ten minutes. He used all his running speed to catch up with him and laughed when he caught Kira off guard by giving him a light slap on the back.

"M-Mwu? What are you doing here?"

"Cagalli's orders."

A ear-splitting silence fell upon them as they walked along. Kira couldn't find a topic to talk about and Mwu was too concerned with being on an empty street where they could very well be attacked. He was always alert.

From up on a building, Yzak readied his rife. This was the perfect spot to carry out the hit and it was a bonus to have one of the most hated members of Orb with him. What luck.

As he loaded a bullet into the weapon, Yzak peered over the edge to make sure that they hadn't walked too far away or turned down any streets. That wasn't a problem but Mwu had his gun drawn and was looking this way and that and would most likely spot him if he wasn't careful.

When they were walking side by side, Yzak zoomed in on their heads and raised his finger to the trigger. There was nothing stopping him now, but the damn phone attached to his belt that had just gone off.

Mwu reacted when he heard the noise but Yzak had already pulled the trigger. He watched as a bullet flew by their heads and hit the building behind them, shattering the glass storefront.

Yzak cursed his luck and answered the phone, furious that somebody had just ruined his revenge. However, his anger subsided once he heard the voice on the other end and almost felt ashamed for just about yelling at the man, who was no other than the Don himself.

He watched as Mwu and Kira backtracked and headed deeper into Orb territory while the Don gave him instructions to follow the purple eyed mobster. He hung up the phone and glared at the two retreating figures.

Soon, very soon, he would get his revenge. Picking up the phone, Yzak called his comrades. Tonight was the night that the troublemaker would die a miserable death.