Delirious
It was funny, I reflected, that after fighting in a war and cheating death more times than I care to count, what really scares me is losing him. I didn't, this time... Kira had dove out of the way of the out-of-control air car with carefully designed reflexed honed by combat. It was after he hit the ground that things really went bad... I shuddered, and pushed the thoughts away.
It wasn't long before I reached the apartment I share with Kira. After the war, we had both opted to attend college on earth, and it was only logical that we be roommates. I parked the air-car and went around to the back seat. Kira was fast asleep, limp against the safety belt. Hardly surprising; it would take even a coordinator's body a long time to purge that much sedative. Well, it was dark out and no one was around. I slid him out of the car and picked him up, bridal style. Even now he was too light, stress and lack of sleep leaving him very thin.
I managed to get the door open and walked into the small living room. The lights were off, and I didn't bother to find the switch; orange light streamed in the one window from the old-fashioned sodium vapor lamps that served as streetlights in this part of town.
I carried Kira into the tiny bedroom and lay him down on his bed, one of two twin mattresses taking up most of the available floor space. A box of matches and a scented candle lay on a low table by one wall; archaic indeed, but both Kira and I like the gentle light and warm smell of vanilla. I lit the thick candle, then moved back to him.
I sat down cross legged on the floor by Kira's bed; I was too wound up to be sleepy, and I felt like standing guard. His skin had picked up traces of false gold from the candlelight, but he was still a little too pale under that. His dark lashes stood out starkly against his skin, almost, but not quite, hiding the bruise-like shadows underneath. Even asleep he looked strained, as though his dreams were unpleasant. I brushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear, wishing I knew what to do to help him.
His eyelids fluttered at my touch, revealing a glint of purple for just a split second. As soon as I saw it it was gone, as Kira slipped into deeper sleep. I knew some people scorned Kira's eyes, claiming that they were only a genetic modification. I'd heard the same thing said about Lacus's voice, but I didn't understand the problem. Is something any less beautiful for not being random chance? Is something created somehow less lovely than something natural? I just didn't think that rarity was really a part of beauty.
I must have drifted off there, because when I woke, my head was pillowed on a warm leg, and a hand was stroking my hair. I sat up quickly, and came nose-to-nose with Kira. His expression was dreamy, and his eyes were veiled with a thick, drug-induced haze. I didn't think he was particularly aware; his next words confirmed that.
"I'm dreaming again." He said. "This is a good one, because I can touch you. Normally when I try, my hand goes right through." I didn't answer, not sure how to respond, barely breathing. Kira continued to speak as though he didn't notice, and indeed, he might not have.
"I've dreamt this so many times, and said this so many times, I can recite it in my sleep." He gave an odd giggle. "literally. But I'm tired of telling you, Athr'n."
Originally a one-shot, now this is going to be broken up into a two-shot even though it makes both pieces very short. I haven't seen all that much Gundam Seed, so any errors on my part shall have to be forgiven, and if no one reviews, the second half may never show up. Thank you for reading, and don't forget to review. Even flames are better than nothing.