Chapter 12 – Jokingly

A/N: Revised…

Miriallia moved silently on the street oblivious to the fact that she was being followed. A blonde moved briskly closing their distance. Miriallia was about to cross the road when she heard a twig snap behind her. The blonde let off a soft 'oops'. Miriallia whirled around, demanding an explanation from the blonde.

"YOU!" Miriallia cried out as soon as she saw the person.

"Hi? I saw you walking and decided to erm… talk to you about something." Dearka said scratching his head in embarrassment. (A/N: I'll bet my allowance that you thought it was Cagalli!)

"What? If it's those senseless conversations then I'm leaving!" Miriallia snapped, irritably.

"No, it's about Athrun… He came home yesterday… in a hurry" Dearka said.

"What? Did he tell you anything?" Miriallia asked, suspiciously.

"No, but he showed all the symptoms of a broken hearted man." Dearka said, pushing his imaginary glasses up.

"Really? Let's talk…" Miriallia said, gesturing towards a nearby eatery.

Dearka sat on the chair and looked at the woman sitting across him. There was something about her that interests him. She has this air of mystery around her that he feels the need to solve. Miriallia looked over at the violet-eyed man. True he is good-looking; his tanned skin brings out his eyes along with his unruly blond hair.

"So what's up with Athrun?" Miriallia asked.

"Well, it's like this…" Dearka said recounting yesterday's encounter.

Flashback

Athrun flung the door open. His face sweaty and red in anger. Not caring about waking people up, he slam the door shut. The sudden slam from their living room woke Dearka and Yzak up. Dearka moved curiously out of his door facing a very angry Yzak, who was muttering something about the idiocy of some people trying to wake people up in the middle of the night. They trudged down the stairs in time to see Athrun glaring at the air, a glass of wine in his hands.

"Athrun? Hey, are you alright you look… pissed…" Dearka said.

"Whatever…" Athrun mumbled angrily.

"You ass! What the hell is with you? Waking us up in the friggin middle of the night!" Yzak yelled.

"I'm tired so will you quit it!" Athrun shouted back. For a moment, Yzak looked taken aback. The Athrun he knew only countered him –that is to his irritation- witty remarks while he is the one yelling his head off. Dearka patted Athrun's shoulder. Signaling to him that they are not going to disturb him anymore. After which, Dearka and a very disgruntled Yzak left the living room.

End of Flashback

"That's it… Do you know what happened? I mean him living with you and your friend…" Dearka said, shifting uncomfortably.

"You mean Cagalli? I didn't see her yet… I'll look over her behavior…" Miriallia said.

"Let's meet here tomorrow after you 'spied' on her actions…" Dearka said nervously.

"Okay. Well, bye." Miriallia said leaving the eatery. Dearka froze.'Is that what I think it is? A… A… A Date! Wohoo! I got a date! I got a date! I got a date! I got a date! I got a date! I got a date! I got a date! I got a date! And below is the countless numbers of 'I got a date!' '

Cagalli sipped her tea as she awaited the return of her victim. A smile graced her lips as she thought of her plan. Just as she was going to wash her cup, Miriallia opened the door.

"Morning!" Miriallia said.

"You too! Miriallia can you please help me to get the newspaper?" Cagalli asked.

"Alright." Miriallia replied.

"Thanks Miriallia!" Cagalli said turning her head towards the sink to hide her smile. The moment Miriallia stepped out of the door; she slipped and fell on top a skateboard. The impact of her fall moved the skateboard down the steep stairs. The skateboard stopped on the curb, sending her flying in the air. Result? Miriallia in melted chocolate. She stood up, her face twisted with disgust and fury. The gooey substance dripped from her hair and arms and made her movements slow as she walked to the back door. She twisted the knob and pushed it open. A bucket of sprinkles landed on Miriallia. Daring to take another step towards Cagalli, a bucket of cream landed on top of her head. Cagalli suppressed her laughter, glided over and dumped some cherries on top.

"Viola! A masteurpiez! I call it 'Miriallia Ah La Chocolate Cake'" Cagalli said putting on a fake French accent.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Miriallia screamed her face red with fury as Cagalli darted up the stairs a wide smile on her face.

A girl with lightning blue hair and neon green eyes suppressed a whimper as she backed away. Two women clad in a black suit, lunged at her. The girl swung a fist into one of them and kneed the other. Before she could take advantage of their pain, one of them threw ten darts at her. The almost invisible dart penetrated her skin and stopped in her bloodstream. Poison coated on it immediately took effect. The girl visibly paled and started to swagger. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused. Clumsily, she grabbed a pen and a piece of paper lying on the table. She forced herself to keep her hand steady as she scrawled on the word 'Black Enemy'. The pen fell to the ground with a loud sound before darkness finally claimed her.

"She is killed Mistress." A harsh voice said.

"Good, very good. Now for the next one. Remember the best has to be left as the last." An icy voice said.

"Why Mistress? If I kill the best then I know that I can easily kill the rest." asked the other voice.

"Ah… Imagine the impeccable pleasure issued into your brain that the best was killed off knowing that efforts to struggle are futile? Can you smell and feel the pleasure, young one? A small information, use something close and important to her, it confirms much more pleasure to see the helplessness in her eyes." The voice explained, letting out a high pitched laugh.

"I believe I can Mistress… Thank you for your enlightenment."

"Your next target is the intelligent one. Now go and don't disappoint me."

"I won't Mistress." The voice replied as a figure walked out of the room.

-END OF CHAPTER 12-