Hi again!

Wow! I got 10 reviews for the last chapter! Thank you so very much! I appreciate it! As promised, Athrun's finally going to get some help. This chapter was especially hard to write so I do apologize if it is a little difficult to understand. I also wrote this up really late after a long day at work so I am sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes. I also did some cutting and pasting because I didn't like the sequencing so I hope it's ok now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Seed, Gundam Seed Destiny or any other references that have been made to either series. Maloby, the old man, does however, belong to me. Oh! The idea of 'jumping' was inspired by Terminator 2 so that was not an original idea – I thought I better say that in case… though, I've seen that done in a lot of movies.

I hope you enjoy it!

Abhorrence

Chapter #12: The Rescue

The sun was just beginning to rise, its rays gently reaching down and caressing the freshly fallen snow that twinkled in its wake. Kira dug his hands deeper into his pockets as he trailed along in the footprints of Dearka and Yzak. Raising his head from the ground, Kira recoiled when a snowflake hit his nose.

The city was gradually coming to life. The small shops which lined the cobblestone road and stretched for miles were just starting to open and already crowds were gathering. His eyes followed the pedestrians as they moved past him and mechanically continued down the street, wondering if they knew of the dangers that the future promised if the Blue Cosmos were able to convince the Earth that Orb had secret PLANT sympathies. Was anyone really aware of just how delicate the peace that had been established was? He doubted it. Stopping at an intersection, his ears picked up on the chattering of a pair of women to his right.

"Can you believe it? Orb has been protecting war criminals!"

"All this time, they've been claiming to be neutral yet they are willing to turn a blind eye to those who massacred so many innocent people!'

"Perhaps the Blue Cosmos were right. Perhaps Orb's true loyalties are with the Coordinators."

"What do you mean?"

"Obviously it's because the victims were Naturals that Orb didn't care. They knew who were responsible and they did nothing! They protect ZAFT war criminals… I bet the story would be different if it were Coordinators who had died at Heliopolis!"

Kira bit his lip and kept moving, leaving the two women to their conversation. Some Coordinators had in fact died there. The propaganda the Blue Cosmos had been putting out was beginning to take effect. He continued to follow the other two towards the building they had traced the last broadcast to, thinking.

As he pushed on, Kira felt surprisingly detached from the world around him. He could feel people's inquisitive stares descending upon him and he wondered whether they knew who he was. He had been there… at Heliopolis when it had been destroyed. He had heard the pained cries of the dead and had witnessed the destruction.

Looking up, Kira could see flames devouring the street, the buildings falling under the hatred ZAFT had thrust upon the colony. It was almost suffocating. So much hate and Heliopolis had absorbed so much that it had shattered. It had shattered from more than just the frames of buildings. People had screamed, their voices high and desperate. Some were abruptly silenced while others were muffled by the sound of fire. The ground was bathed in red. Everything had been destroyed, leaving only memories that would distort and fade with time.

Blinking, Kira felt as if he was staring through a bubble, seeing the past repeat itself right before his eyes as if the world had been encased in a clock work of some kind. A machine that humanity couldn't escape. He had seen streets such as the one he was on - calm and quiet. He had seen them washed away in a wave of fire too. Now, he was once again walking on a street – calm and quiet.

In many ways, he could understand the anger felt by the two women he had been listening to. Glancing up at the snowflakes falling from the grey sky above, Kira remembered the whirlwind of emotion that had taken hold of him immediately after Heliopolis. He'd been stunned, upset, confused and angry.

"But was I angry at Athrun?" Kira whispered to nobody in particular. At first he hadn't been so sure of the answer. Then, after seeing and speaking with him, Kira had realized that it hadn't been Athrun's fault nor had it been Dearka's or Yzak's. Their plan had gone haywire and the colony had paid the ultimate price.

Yet, broken hearts were hard to heal and shattered ones could never be fully mended. The number of people affected by Heliopolis … the families, the neighbors, and the friends. Almost everyone had been touched in some way and when grief turned into anger and anger fed the fire of hatred, only more tragedy would result which would again lead to grief. Such was the workings of abhorrence.

Drifting further and further into his memories, Kira hardly noticed that the three of them were progressively making their way further and further into the countryside – away from the busy streets and crowded sidewalks. Trees blanketed in fresh fallen snow hung over them and Kira almost felt as if he was on a cloud. Everything had been bathed in nature's natural, white icing.

"We're here."

Dearka's voice snapped Kira out of his thoughts and looking up, he saw that they were indeed just a few yards away from the administration building he had located via his laptop. Quickly, the three of them ducked behind the wooden fence the separated the lone pathway and the estate. He frowned. It was a rather large, square-like office building with four even levels with the fifth being drastically smaller. It was settled in the middle of nowhere and concealed only the surrounding forests. There was no question that this was the Blue Cosmos local headquarters. To the left of the building was a warehouse full of machine scraps and other supplies. All the lights in the building were off except for one that illuminated the main entrance.

"Okay," Kira motioned the other two into a huddle and then nodded towards the lonely structure before them. "We don't want to draw attention to ourselves and we certainly don't want any trouble. We sneak in, find Athrun and sneak out, understand?"

"I don't make trouble," Dearka smiled innocently before a smug smirk split his features. "I only respond when trouble comes to me."

"Well, we don't want trouble." Kira reiterated firmly.

"I don't remember having to take orders from you," Yzak snorted and was rewarded with a harsh glare from the brown-haired youth.

"We are going to have to work together," Kira explained and straightened. "We'll move up to the top floor and work our way down until we find Athrun. You two take the top floor while I search the lower ones. Regardless, we meet back here in one hour – sound good?"

Dearka and Yzak nodded breaking from their huddle and heading for the building. The three of them half-walked, half-jogged across the compound towards the warehouse, hesitant to make a sound all while knowing that they had to hurry.

Kira pursued them, quietly examining the huge quantities of broken mobile suits parts the rolled out from the warehouse and into the snowing grounds. He took a quick glance up at the sky and inwardly shivered. Gray clouds were beginning to roll over the sun and he could sense that a storm was coming. He could feel it in his veins.

"Hey Atso, come over here!"

Kira topped dead in his tracks and franticly looked around to see where the voice had come from. He saw Dearka and Yzak immediately take shelter in the confines of the warehouse and swallowed. Thinking fast, he dropped to the snowy ground and crawled underneath a broken cockpit that just happened to be the closest source or shelter. He cringed as his head scrapped against the top of the cockpit but didn't cry out. Someone was near by but underneath the wreckage, Kira was unable to see anything but the snow at his feet. Nervously, he backed up further into the broken suit.

Listening intently, Kira anxiously moved deeper until his back was up against the opposite side of the cockpit, furthest from where the voice had come from. He heard the rough sound of leather boots squishing into the snow just a few feet from where he was hiding. Someone was getting awfully close. A chill ran up Kira's spine as he grasped himself to stop his body from shaking and closed his eyes. It was cold, so cold. It felt as if the jaws of winter had sunk its teeth right into his skin though he was almost certain he was shivering from much more than just the miserable weather.

"What did you find, Otto?" A second voice called and the footsteps inched closer.

Kira held his breath. He could hear the sound of a gun rattling loudly in its holster and he realized that the men coming towards him had to be from the Blue Cosmos. His muscles tightened and he noticed that he was frozen. He couldn't move and he honestly did not want to. If the men found him, they would surly kill him on sight and it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go anyway.

The footsteps became louder as did the voices and Kira didn't dare move a muscle. Silently, he prayed that they had not heard or seen them enter the compound. If they head, each of them were as good as dead.

"Uh, nothing," the first voice replied. "Thought I had heard something. There ain't nothing here though."

"Well that is no surprise," The man who was named Atso retorted. "It's a Sunday. It's the only day of the week everyone gets to sleep in – except us unlucky fools who have to keep watch."

"But I thought I heard something."

"Lets go!"

Kira refused to move even though the voices were growing faint and the footsteps were getting further and further away. That had been too close. Perhaps he was going to have to be a little more careful.

Waiting for about five minutes, Kira Yamato finally let out a long sigh of relief and his muscles loosened. "That was close," He muttered as he wiggled his body out from under the broken suit and out of the damaged cockpit.

Stretching, Kira stayed low to the ground and glanced around, ensuring that whoever had come close to discovering him was now gone. His feet sunk deeper into the snow as he turned to see that both Yzak and Dearka were also now coming out from their designated hiding places.

The wind blew softly as Kira carefully inched closer towards the main building. Ducking behind the side of the warehouse, he nodded in silent agreement as Yzak motioned towards a side entrance. In front of the doors, however, were two armed men – each one looking a little sleepy and almost bored.

"Hmmm," Kira heard Yzak muttered under his breath. The side entrance was a much better choice of entry than the main one but how were they going to get by without being noticed? The chilly, winter air blew against his face, reminding him that his nose was beginning to go numb. Out of instinct, he rubbed it. They were so close yet so far.

Suddenly, Yzak bent down, chuckling wickedly to himself. Kira watched as Yzak scooped up a couple bolts from the pill of wreckage beside them, unsure what he had in mind. He was even more surprised when Yzak flung the bolts across the compound into the nearest thicket. His eyes bulged as he leaned back against the warehouse, unable to comprehend why Yzak was trying to draw attention to himself.

The bolts struck one of the trees and landed with a loud thud, sinking into the snow. Dearka smiled over at Kira knowingly as the two men guarding their targeted entrance jumped up in shock.

"What the heck was that?" the first man demanded, quickly pulling out his pistol.

"I told you I heard something!" The second announced proudly though he appeared nervous. "I'm not stupid!"

"Maybe, let's check it out." The first man ordered and the three men quickly scurried off in the direction that Yzak had thrown the bolts.

"Pretty stupid," Yzak observed, as he hesitated for a moment to be sure that the two guards were out of earshot and grinned smugly at his two comrades. If all of the Blue Cosmos were that dumb then this rescue mission would be a piece of cake.

Silently, Yzak sprinted out of hiding. He scurried to the door, taking note that there were no other guards around. It seemed unusual but he didn't let his guard down. Just because he couldn't see them, did not mean that they were not there.

The three entered the lobby through the emergency side door. The lobby was sparsely decorated with a few chairs, a receptionist's desk and a few plants. Doors leading to the backrooms of the first floor were settled behind the chairs and there was an elevator bank across from them. There was also a stairwell hidden slightly behind the desk. Yzak broke from the group heading for the stairwell but Dearka and Kira followed him. The silver-haired youth knew why they followed him. They wanted to keep an eye on him, to make sure he didn't make a mistake. That irritated Yzak and he sped up as they hurried up the stairs, somewhere between the first and second level.

They worked their way up the stairwell quickly and stealthily, Kira's eyes boring into the ZAFT pilot's back. Yzak was never happier as when Kira spilt ways with them on the second floor landing.

"Remember, we find Athrun and get out of here." Kira reminded him ducking into the door and disappearing.

Yzak bit back a sarcastic retort as he dashed up the remaining flight of stairs with Dearka following close behind. He wasn't stupid. As far as he could tell, he had much more experience with this sort of thing than Kira did.

With a long suffering sigh, Yzak left the stairwell as quietly as he could. The hall he emerged into was dark, lit only by mandatory emergency lighting. The single hallway branched off into two different directions. It was dim, lonely and lined as far as he could see with barred doors. This had to be the floor where prisoners were located. He pressed himself tight against the wall coughing quietly into a closed fist, and pulled out his gun.

He crept down the hallway, braced against the wall, towards the first entranceway of the hall. He paused outside of it listening, for any sounds from within the room. Hearing none, he launched himself away from the wall and pivoted into the door way with his gun ready. There was no one in the room, nowhere to hide. He passed the room and continued toward the second entranceway, pressed against the wall for safety. He hardly noticed Dearka, who mimicked his actions behind him.

Yzak paused outside that hallway, the way he had before entering the first room that hadn't been barred. He jumped into the middle of the entrance way, hoping to find a Blue Cosmos activist and was disappointed when there was nobody to greet him. The hall was glaringly empty and Yzak allowed himself to relax slightly. Little did he realize their good fortune in having chosen to enter the building while most of the Blue Cosmos members were involved in a meeting.

It was a relatively short hallway that consisted of five doorways, two on the left side, three on the right. All of the barred doors were closed, adorned with brass nameplates which said nothing.

The door furthest to the right caught his interest when he heard a soft moaning. He approached the door in a cautious half-crouch, keeping himself tightly pressed to the wall, gun ready.

"Any sign of Athrun?" Dearka asked, his voice tinny.

"Shut up," Yzak snapped as he leaned closer to the cell. "Athrun? Zala? Are you there?"

Listening, he motioned to Dearka. "Open this door."

"Right," Dearka didn't argue and bent down. Yzak covered him as Dearka aimed his gun at the lock. He looked up at Yzak who was moving slightly ahead of him to ensure that nobody was around. "You realize that if I fire my gun, we are going to have to get out of here fast."

"Just open the damn door!"

On Yzak's orders, Dearka fired through the lock. Sparks flew as the metal lock shattered and the door opened a crack. Scrambling to his feet, Dearka hulled the door open and rushed inside. "Hey Zala!... Athrun?... Ath…"

The sight before him twisted his gut in a way he never thought possible. Lying in the far corner of the frosty cell was none other than Athrun Zala. The young man was huddled on his right side, his body completely unresponsive. Even in the dark, Dearka could see the sheen of sweat that coated the other's pale face and torn clothes and he blenched when he saw the unnatural position of Athrun's left arm. It had obviously been damaged yet someone had felt it necessary to keep his arms tightly bound behind his back. His wrists had been rubbed raw, giving testament to a considerable struggle and blood caked the top of his entire left hand.

"Athrun…" He breathed into the husky air as he approached the unconscious figure slowly. As if in a trance, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He slid to a stop next to his ex-comrade, taking in his battered appearance and making special notice of the discoloring around his upper arm. His skin was deathly pale with the exception of the purple bruises that marred the boy's entire face and torso. Terrifyingly, there was no discernable rise and fall of his chest.

Dearka reached out almost hesitantly and placed two fingers under his jaw, careful of the blood cut that seemed relatively fresh, and felt for a pulse. It was there, faint and weak, but there nonetheless. Bending down, he could hear the raspy sounds the escaped his friend's blue lips as the slight plume of Athrun's breath revealed that he was in fact still alive. Dearka let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Dearka!"

Yzak's voice snapped Dearka to attention. Whirling around, Dearka saw Yzak standing in the middle of the entrance way to the cell, his eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. "Holy sh…"

"He's alive, but he's hurt," Dearka explained, disgusted by his old comrade's condition. "Look what they did to him."

"We have to get out of here now," Yzak informed him. "Surely someone would have heard the gunshot."

Dearka nodded and freed himself of the paralysis that had gripped him since he had stepped into the cell. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and easily cut through the thick rope around Athrun's wrists, unable to stand seeing a fellow Coordinator tied up. He then tucked one arm beneath the youth's knees while the other hand slipped around Athrun's shoulders.

With a deep breath, he hoisted him up off the ground. He was somewhat surprised to find that Athrun was lighter than he'd anticipated but his surprise quickly switched to concern when he felt Athrun's body quivering against his own. He looked much thinner than he remembered.

Dearka carried Athrun out of his wretched cell with Yzak close on his heels. The latter paused at the door to take one last look behind him. The air was thick and the darkness was suffocating. Inhaling sharply, Yzak felt a shudder coarse through him as he wondered about what Athrun had undergone during his three week stay. A faint twinkle by his foot caught his eye and he bent down to inspect it a little more closely.

It was a pendant of some sort and he thought it strange for such a beautiful gem to be lying around in the depths of a prison cell. Without thinking twice about he, he snatched it up off the ground and stuffed it into his pant pocket before scurrying along to catch up to Dearka. His friend was now in the middle of the hall and it was evident that he was trying to figure out where to go from there.

Athrun's eyes fluttered open slowly and the unfocused emerald eyes settled on him. A hoarse whisper drew Dearka's attention. "Cagalli?"

"Stay still." Dearka told him. "You've been hurt."

"The Blue Cosmos…" Athrun gasped, hissing in pain.

"Don't worry about that now." Dearka replied, his eyes scanning the premises. "What's the quickest way out of here?"

"How should I know?" Yzak grated. "We'll just have to go back the way we came."

"Hey you two!"

Dearka and Yzak jerked in alarm and spun around in shock. Yzak's gun flew up as he pointed it wildly from left to right, searching for the owner of the voice.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

"Take the second staircase at the end of the hall."

It was then that Dearka realized the voice had come from the cell across from Athrun's. Peering in, he frowned when he saw a strange old man pointing his bony finger through the bars of his prison and down the hall. "Who are you?"

"There's no time for that," Maloby hissed urgently. "Make sure you get that lad to a hospital as soon as you can. They left him to die… and he will if he stays here much longer."

"Um, right," Dearka fumbled for the words as he readjusted his grip around Athrun's shivering form. "Thanks."

"Come on!" Yzak bellowed. "We have to move! Now!"

Just as Yzak had spoken, a bullet whizzed past his head. The boy yelped and spun on his heels, firing his own gun madly in the direction the bullet had come from.

Dearka turned in time to avoid a second bullet as it whipped past his head. At the end of the hallway, from which they had come, stood an older man with neatly combed, dark hair and piercing green eyes. He was dressed in a suit though his expression was one of fierce hatred as he raised his gun and fired a third time.

"You there! Stop this instant!"

"GO!" Yzak shouted and the two of them took off down the hall in the direction the strange prisoner had instructed. Dearka was slightly ahead of Yzak as the second man continued to return fire while he ran. The blond ZAFT pilot shifted to put himself between the crazed man and his injured friend. This man had to be one of the ones responsible for Athrun's condition and he swore that the man wouldn't get another change to hurt him.

Yzak emptied his clip at the stranger but it was difficult to run and aim accurately. Each bullet missed. As the two of them approached the door that lead to the stairwell, Yzak saw Dearka throw himself into the door. It gave way under his weight and the two of them all but fell down the stairs – narrowly avoiding the mass of bullets that tailed them. Several other Blue Cosmos members had joined in the chase.

Athrun cried out in a mix of pain and something else as they staggered down three flights of stairs until they reached the door that lead to the main floor. Yzak grabbed the door and pulled but nothing happened – it was locked from the other side.

"Blast!" He shouted as he rammed his shoulder into the door several times but it still held firm.

"We don't have time!" Dearka barked, hearing the sound of descending footsteps from above. He motioned up towards the flight of stairs they had just descended. "Back up! Hurry!"

The two scurried back up to the second floor, hearing the thundering of footsteps coming from the third floor. The door that led to the second story was open and as both boys burst into the room, they found themselves in a large, single room that looked very much like an office. Large windows lined the wall behind a lonely desk as the lights shone dimly above them.

Taking a defensive stance, Yzak and Dearka took cover behind the desk. Dearka gently placed Athrun down in a way that he was leaned up against him for support. Having him cradled against his chest, Dearka realized just how truly ill he was. Feverish heat was rolling off of him yet Athrun was shivering as if he was cold.

"What do we do now?" He whispered to Yzak.

"Beats the hell out of me," the other boy replied as he reloaded his gun. "Where the hell is Kira? You'd think he would have heard all the commotion."

The two listened in silence, knowing that their pursuers were near. Sweat gathered on the brow of each man as they tensed, waiting. Time slowed and Dearka's heart went out to Athrun as the blue-haired youth continued to tremble weakly, moving his head feebly from left to right, delirious.

There was a loud explosion. The entire floor trembled violently beneath them and Dearka latched onto Athrun to steady him. Athrun's body moved like that of a rag doll as the fierce vibrations shook him from left to right. The violent tremors that rocked the room seemed to intensify and there was a second explosion, flowed by a third. It seemed as if the world was shattering around them. Licking his lips nervously, Dearka and Yzak exchanged confused glances.

What was going on?

Yzak straightened when he heard the door to the room open and a strange whistling sound. He flinched as the door slammed shut and something rattled along the floor. Chancing a quick glance over top of the desk, his eyes narrowed when he saw a strange, shiny object flashing on the ground a few feet away from them.

"Dearka…"

"What?"

"Jump!" Yzak shouted and leapt to his feet. Frantically, he turned to the nearest window and fired several rounds into it. Shards of glass spilt upon them like rain and Dearka grunted as he hunched over Athrun to shield him from further harm.

"What do you think you are doing!" He demanded angrily. "Trying to kill us!"

"That's a detonator!" Yzak snarled, indifferent to the small piece of glass that had grazed his left cheek and left a small cut. "Those fools are detonating every room they think we may be in! It's going to explode!"

"WHAT!"

"Grab Athrun and jump!" Yzak yelled over the winds dancing around them from the shattered window. "We can make it two stories! Jump!"

"Wha-?" Athrun whispered sounding as weak and confused as a new born. Dearka's gut wrenched but he kept his face perfectly calm.

"We're going on a little trip." Dearka said gently, as if talking to a scared child. Again, he scooped up the delirious Coordinator into his arms, ignoring the strain it was starting to cause his arms. Even if Athrun was slight, carrying him was still extremely awkward. "Hang on…"

Athrun cried out, clenching his eyes shut and fisting his hands against the pain. Dearka took no time to make him more comfortable as he took a deep breath, sparing a glance at the ticking object on the floor. Then, he charged towards the window as he and Yzak jumped out and into the open air.

The room exploded behind them cutting off Yzak's outraged cry. Dearka instinctively clutched the limp body in his arms closer as debris flew about them. The heart of the eruption burned into his back and he gasped loudly, his body being thrown several yards.

Dearka dropped through the air, his coat flaring, and his blonde hair fluttering about his head like a halo. They dropped two stories to the soft grassy knoll covered in a blanket of snow behind the building. Beyond that was a small forest. He braced himself for the impact and bent his knees. They hit the ground hard, snow spraying up into the air and temporarily blinding them. Dearka went down on one knee but remained upright. Hissing at the sharp pain in his ankle, he knew that he'd be feeling that one later.

Athrun didn't stir even once. That more than anything frightened Dearka, and if he hadn't felt the slight rise of Athrun's chest against his own, he would have thought he'd already died. Dearka stayed crouched for a minute, until his breathing was under control and the pain in his ankle subsided. Yzak landed beside him, gasping loudly.

Athrun groaned in his unconscious state, shaking his head weakly. His breathing was shallow and labored and with a single glance at his ashen face, it was painfully clear that he was in desperate need of a doctor. Withstanding the slight pain in his ankle, Dearka forced himself to his feet and winced as he felt the debris from the room dropping upon him.

"We have to find Kira," Dearka told Yzak. "He must be around the front."

"Forget Kira," Yzak growled and motioned towards the woods. "It's broad daylight – we need to get out of here."

Dearka frowned. "But…"

"We'll meet up with him later," Yzak snapped and grabbed his friends' arm. Over the sound of crackling flames from the office they had just escaped from, he could hear voices and knew that they were not yet out of the clear. The guards they had deceived out front were coming around the building. "They'll come after us if we don't move – now! We need to find cover!"

Dearka shifted the weight in his arms, eliciting a sharp moan. Athrun's head rested on his shoulder and he could feel his eyes fluttering. Once he had settled the lighter Coordinator into a more comfortable position, he followed Yzak as quickly as he could through the mounds of snow and towards the shelter of the woods. There was no question that the Blue Cosmos would be looking for them - they had to get as far from there as they could.

Every step was painful for Dearka's ankle as he sprinted and Athrun's weight pulling at his arms didn't help matters much. They rounded a corner and as they entered the brush, Dearka couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved. First things were first. They had to find a safe haven until dusk. Then, they could travel in the shadows of the night, hopefully meet up with the others and get Athrun out of the region and to a place where he could get proper medical attention.

Athrun shuddered and tried to bury himself into the crook of Dearka's shoulder, subconsciously trying to move towards the warmth of the other man's body. His condition hadn't changed and neither ZAFT pilot wanted to guess what kind of damage had been done to their friend during his time with the Blue Cosmos.

"Hang on," Dearka whispered adjusting his unconscious teammate so as to better support his neck and put less strain on Athrun's left shoulder.

"Let's go," Yzak said in a commanding tone, his eyes showing very little compassion for the young man they had just risked their lives to rescue. Marching speedily ahead of Dearka, he plowed on through the heavy snow and further and further into the depths of the forest. He was anxious to get away from the building and even more anxious to fine a safe place for them to stay until nightfall. He could already feel the winds picking up and sensed that a storm was not far off.

Dearka nodded. Although they'd been separated from Kira, they had succeeded in rescuing Athrun. Now he just hoped that Athrun survived long enough to apologize for all the trouble he had caused them.

TBC

Well, believe it or not, I updated a lot sooner than I thought I would do to several requests (I hate being left hanging so I didn't want to do that to you guys). That and I felt guilty about just leaving Athrun the way he was.

Next chapter I'm going to explain what happened during the rescue a little more clearly from Kira's perspective. Please review if you have the time or would like to make suggestions/ comments. Oh! What does "xD" mean? I see it a lot but don't know what that stands for.

Until then, take care!

Krilyn

Kageharu Kaco I have a problem. I am trying to stay true to the timeline and if I kill Jibril, I won't be doing that… what do you think? Cagalli punching him? I like that idea too! Thank you!

Cari-Akira No no! his finger is fine – he just got a cut. I'm not that mean lol. Yeah, I always thought the two shared an awkward sort of love – like, they don't flaunt it…. What would you call that? A gentle love? Meh, lol

Justsome1: Thanks for the tip about the Coordinators! That works much better in my story. You really think I should kill Jibril?

mingathur I love Dearka and Yzak! You can go wild with their characters! I'm glad you like the story (even if it is predictable) I will try to change that .

Slightly Sinister Sinestra Don't worry about Maloby. He'll show up again- I promise! Glad you like him – was nervous about having an OC in my story.

BlackFeatherz29 glad you liked the last chapter! I hope you liked this one too.

lamu Merci encore pour le jolie message!

Arayelle Lynn Yup, Athrun's always a brave soul isn't he? That why I like him.

Omi: Gah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. Please forgive me!

I hope I updated soon enough for you – I did the best I could.