Author's note: This will be the last installment of the three piece part of Burn that Baby. This chapter will have more action, less weeping. The following chapters after this one will most likely circulate around both sides and Lacus will be appearing soon as well. The reviews are pilling up and so is my inspiration, thanks again.

"Die Orb scum!"

"You damn PLANTs members going to pay for what you've done!"

"Blasted fools!"

The streets were filled with fighting men, women, and children. Gunfire echoed all around, sending those that played no part in the Mafia running for cover. Vegetable stands were knocked over, buildings destroyed. Nobody paid any attention to exactly what they were doing but were more focused on killing the 'enemy', which held a different name on either side.

People lay on the ground, either dying or injured badly. If being shot by a high powered gun or stabbed by a knife nearly killed them, those that fell were trampled on like the grass under a stampede of elephants. Not one person could be helped in the outbreak of violence. It was every man for himself.

Athrun had used all of the strength his body harbored. When he reached the bloody scene of fighting Mafia members, breathing hard and in need of a good rest, the blue haired mobster stopped suddenly. His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened drastically when he caught sight of a small child, a small innocent looking child, wielding a gun.

This was a total mess.

Shouting from every direction made it hard for him to hear as well as the gunfire, but Athrun managed to make out the voices of Yzak and Dearka while they fought on, blood smeared across both their faces. He called out for them and spotted his green haired friend, Nicol, approaching from the side. He greeted him first before Yzak and Dearka finally figured out just who it was that had called out their names.

"Athrun!"

"What's going on?"

Nicol stopped in front of Athrun, breathing just as fast as he was with a worried expression painted boldly onto his face.

"I don't know but Yzak and Dearka are in there somewhere."

"Yeah," Athrun replied, "I just saw them a few seconds ago."

"Oh good."

"So why aren't you in there fighting with them?"

"I thought we should wait for you and take it from a whole different approach."

Athrun looked to the side, grimacing at all the violence occurring before letting out a sigh and facing Nicol.

"Good idea but I don't think it'll work now."

Yzak and Dearka appeared, side by side, a gun in each of their hands. The blond had a smirk plastered on his face as did Yzak, but it was more cold than Dearka's. He narrowed his eyes at Athrun, remembering what had happened earlier. He stood silent for a while, then decided to speak, despite what he felt towards the blue haired mobster.

"Took you long enough."

"I'm sure he has better things to do," Dearka commented.

"I was attending an important meeting," Athrun shot back, looking past his silver haired rival to watch as the violence prevailed, making him wish for better days. "Besides I-"

Something caught his attention amidst the group of fighting people. Yzak could be heard as he questioned the reason why he stopped speaking and Dearka making yet another sarcastic remark. Athrun focused more on the figure and almost stepped forward when his eyes latched onto the form of Kira, one that he forever had etched into his memory no matter how hard he tried to erase it.

"What's wrong Athrun?" Nicol's voice echoed in the background of his mind.

Athrun did indeed take a step forward, almost hitting Yzak in the process. He took another step, then another and another. The fighting crowd grew closer, the stench of copper and gun powder filling his nostrils. Nevertheless, Athrun continued on, determined to reach the person his heart called out for.

Kira blocked an attack made by a tall man, using his gun as a shield. He lowered himself to the ground in a split second, saving himself from being beheaded by a sharp dagger the man held tightly in his hands. The brown haired mobster darted his purple eyes from side to side, watching out for assailants at all times.

He was only trying to get out of this mess and find Cagalli and their father, scared for their lives. It was then that the horrific scene had made its grand appearance before him, startling Kira in the process. He didn't want to fight but the lives of others rested in his hands, leaving him no choice but to fight his way through the crowd, trying to limit his use of violence towards others.

Now as he stood in the middle of it all, Kira was only more determined to get out of this mess when he spotted his sister's scruffy hair and his father's tall figure. It was then that he saw a figure approaching from behind them, a weapon visible in her or his hand.

Cagalli was nobody to mess with and Kira was thankful for that. He watched in between the fighting people and protecting himself as she spun around, gun drawn, and took down their stalker who had been prepared to shoot down the Don of Orb. She rushed their father into a safe house, one that Kira had been in before, and shut the door behind them.

Kira dodged several attacks and finally made it out of the bloodshed, panting for air. He moved away from the crowd and walked to a secluded area. He then heard distant voices coming from behind, and immediately recognized them as Athrun's friends, who had burnt down his house.

"Hey! He's alive!" The one with the blond hair shouted out, bringing more attention upon Kira as Yzak, Nicol, and Athrun turned their heads towards the direction Dearka was pointing in.

"Finally, I get to finish him off." Kira heard the silver haired one sneer.

He cursed himself when he entered a dead end and could nothing but watch as the four figures made their way towards him, the unmistakable shadow of a gun clutched tightly in each of their hands, including Athrun's. He readied himself for a fight and felt his breath hitch in his throat when Athrun stood boldly in the way of the other three, arms spread out as wide as they could ever get.

"Just what the hell are you doing?" Yzak rounded on Athrun, terribly angry. "You can't stop me from killing him again!"

"Let me... Let me do this by myself... I'll kill him by myself."

"Wha-"

"Just let him go Yzak," Nicol said in a quiet voice that held a powerful command within it.

Athrun gave Nicol a half hearted smile and turned around, facing Kira. He approached cautiously and thought he should have his gun ready just in case his former friend tried to pull something, but found out shortly after that Kira already had his gun drawn; pointed directly at his heart.

Kira...

Athrun...

The blue haired mobster was only three feet away, studying the brown haired mobster's face with his emerald eyes. Kira wanted to lower the gun, but they were enemies now and he had no other choice. When Athrun took a step forward, Kira placed his index finger on the trigger of his gun, ready to fire at any time he willed.

Suddenly Athrun took a large step forward and dodged a bullet that flew straight towards him. He looked at Kira while bracing himself for another attack.

"Kira come with us!" He watched as his former friend's expression began to change. "If not, I'll have no other choice but to shoot you!" He raised his own weapon, aiming for the exact place that Kira was. "Why remain in Orb?"

Shocked, Kira closed his eyes and shook his head several times, brown hair swerving from side to side in sync with it.

"I have no wish to fight you... but there are people in Orb that I have sworn to protect!"

It was Athrun's turn to be shocked. Anger fluttered inside his stomach and mind, winning over the shock and sadness that had been placed there. His eyebrows became furrowed, emerald orbs livid, lips turning into a snarl.

"So that's your answer? Then the next time I see you, I'll shoot at will!"

"As will I!"

Kira shot at the ground before Athrun's feet and rushed forward when his former friend became distracted. He rounded a corner before Athrun could fire back and ran off when Athrun's friends spotted him yet again; not even looking back once as he made his way towards the safe house that Cagalli and their father had entered.