Chapter 13 – Façade

A/N: Revised…

Cagalli enjoyed her whole day when she saw 'Miriallia the Candy'. Miriallia hollered at Cagalli and ignored her there after. Nothing to do, Cagalli busied herself by watching television.

This cousin of the dinosaurs shows the amazing ability of courtship by… Click "It's not even spring! What courtship? Urgh!"

Having a hard time cooking? Well you can try this delicious 'Sweet Heart Bread Sticks' is your cure for difficult boyfriend stomachs… Click "Who gives a damn about their stomachs? My stomach is more important! Stupid show for stupid purposes!"

Oh Juliet my love… Click "It's not Valentines Day! Show this corny show somewhere else before I barf!"

This shop sells nice presents for couples… Click "Argh! Who wants to buy your lousy stuff? It is a total waste of money!"

Come for this challenge with your soul mate and win… Click "Who needs a soul mate along to split the money? Only idiots do that!"

Welcome to the 'Superstar!' Today, Catharine brings, 'My Heart Will Go On' from… Click "GET A ROOM TO SING THE BULLSHIT OF A SONG! Makes me want to puke you know! Be more considerate!"

What to buy for your lover… Click "I don't give a god-damned thought about a gift for sickos!"

A red rose signifies 'Love'… Bam! "I don't give a furry rat's ass about what a freaking flower means!"

"Cagalli, the television is innocent…" Miriallia said quietly.

"Wha?" Cagalli said, clueless. Miriallia gestured at the rubble over the place where the television used to be.

"Oh my precious! Who did this to you?" Cagalli moaned looking at the rubble sadly. Miriallia sweat dropped and left shaking her head.

Cagalli looked at the newspaper since she killed her precious television.
Plant Daily09.12.2800 Pg 1 of 20

Another Death?

Yesterday morning, local milkman, as usual, left milk bottles on the doorstep of a house in Peridot Lane. "I smelt a disgusting stench coming from the house. And I immediately informed the police. Never let down my guard after the murder at Ruby Street." Says Mr. Rick Simms, the 33 year old milkman.

"The owner, Miss Azurite Navajo, was killed with a reason, unknown. It was just like the murder case from Ruby Lane. There were traces of struggle but nothing was stolen. I urge all citizens to lock their doors and not go out alone after dark." says 38 year old superintendent, Mr. Kent.

Cagalli visibly paled as she staggered slightly. 'Someone is eliminating us… One by one… just like the murder case from Ruby Lane… were traces of struggle… nothing was stolen… Someone… Who? Who has such enmity with us? Aren't they supposed to be dead? Who? What happened?'

Somewhere in a small place, two people sit together… scheming…

"I know the problem"

"What is it?"

-Whispers and murmurs-

"It's not a lost cause we have got to patch them up!"

"I have got the perfect plan."

In another place, two others do the same thing…

"I want her punishment to be the worse of them all!"

"How?"

"I want her torn apart. It's the worst way to kill someone slowly. I want her hurt physically and emotionally!"

"Ah, I have the solution to that…"

Auburn tresses swayed as amber eyes scanned over the mass of working people. She made her way quickly over to the forensic room. She put on gloves and opened one single zipped bag.

Cagalli was on thinking of her next step in this dangerous game. Being engrossed in the thought, she bumped into someone, mumbling a sorry she looked up to… A certain blue-haired, green-eyed man.

Athrun Zala.

His cold eyes swept over her as he brushed pass with a pretty pink-haired girl with cold blue eyes. She smirked at Cagalli before flicking her hair and walked pass her deliberately bumping into her.

The unexpected bump caused her to fall. Pain etched clearly across her face as blood gushed out of the cuts. Anger blazed in her eyes as she glared at the couple. A homicidal aura radiated from her as she made her way back to her house. The slut could drown herself in the amount of make-up she piled on her face alone. Those skimpy clothes reveal way too much flesh for my taste. What am I doing? Criticizing the slut of course! Why? Because… Because, NO ONE PUSHES CAGALLI YULA AROUND! Cagalli thought furiously.

Miriallia enjoyed the silence in the house while sipping her tea. It was such a nice day, look at the sky so serene, the grass so fresh, sun so bright, clouds so carefree, wind so melodious, tea so lovely, chair so comfortable and Cagalli so angry.

Cagalli sat down on the chair clumsily applying some ointment on her cuts. Miriallia just observed her ranting under her breath. It was something about a bitch with a stick stuck up her ass, a guy with an IQ of 10 since he flushed three-quarters of his brain down the toilet.

"Cagalli, you killing the cushion." Miriallia said as she sipped her tea.

"Wha?" Cagalli asked, clueless. She glanced down and saw the velvet cushion twisted into a weird shape in her hands.

"Ha-ha… a slip of my hands…" Cagalli explained nervously.

"Why are you acting like this? Is it because of something or… more specifically… SOMEONE?" Miriallia asked calmly.

"Nope." Cagalli replied looking at her nails. Inside, her heart was pounding against her chest so hard she was sure it would jump out.

"Are you sure? You can tell me everything you know?" Miriallia said looking at Cagalli straight in the eyes.

"I am!" Cagalli declared, her mind was numb with nervousness.

"I'm going to nurse my cuts." Cagalli said walking to her room, she could feel Miriallia's unwavering gaze at the back of her head. She shivered mentally. Sure she was her friend but something tells her she knew about her and Athrun. Athrun? Back to first name basis? Screw that! Damn that Zala!

-END OF CHATER 13-