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Hi everbody! Look, thanks for everyone tryin' ta help me figure out Athrun's rank, but he's gonna remain an ensign. And while we're on the subject, thank you all for your wonderful reviews!
Patrick Zala was not a man known for his passive nature, nor was he known for being forgiving. He was a powerful leader, with a love for his people, fueled by the desire to save them...and the rage of losing those important to him. He was known for going to the extreme to retaliate from a blow. And this time, the naturals had gone way to far.
Murdering his wife...that had been bad enough. Someone as beautiful, as kind and as loving as her did not deserve to die. She was an angel, his angel. And losing her had shaken him to the core. But now...those bastards had taken his son. They had taken his child. They had ended that life in the same brutal fasion as his wife. And they would pay. Operation Spitbreak...an attack on Alaska. And according to Creuset's report, the murderers that had destroyed his son were headed to Alaska. The perfect oppertunity...to destroy them. Destroy their center of command. Lead them right into his trap, a cat and a mouse. His child would be avenged.
Sai wondered if this day would ever end. They were two days away from Alaska. Two more days, he'd said to Milly, and they'd be rid of their guest. He'd be handed over to the goverment in Alaska, and they'd never have to see him again. Of course it would help if the boy woke up.
He sighed, looking down at the tray in his hands. Of course, the obvious choice to bring the prisoner his food was Flay, as she didn't work on the bridge, in engineering, or on the kitchen staff. Flay was the one to do the odd homely jobs around the place, like laundrey and such. The only one with a lot of time. But, like she had with Lacus, Flay refused to go near the ZAFT soldier. And this time, he didn't blame her. This boy was a trained killer. Which was why he was going down to the cell armed.
But also, the boy's name was Athrun Zala. The one Kira hadn't wanted to kill. Kira's formar best friend. Like all of them, Flay had liked Kira. Had cared about him, whatever she may have done, and found Kira's death at the hands of his best friend sickening. Sai tightened his hands on the tray. "He had no right to kill Nicol...or Miguel and assist in Rusty's death!" Whoever these people were, they had been the thing to cause the current situation.
Athrun was awake, sitting up and glaring when Sai came down. He definatly looked like someone who'd been unwell. His pale skin had an unnatural sheen to it, the white clothes were clinging to his skin, and his hair hung tangled and straggling. But the green eyes, burning in the pale face, showed no traces of illness. The eyes of a wounded animal, cornered and confused. Willing to do anything, more dangerous then one at full strenght, because of sheer desparation. It was like standing in front of a caged tiger. And for once, Sai was glad of his weapon.
Carefully, he pushed the tray through the slot. Wasn't it said that even the most dangerous could be tempted by the offering of food? He chuckled at the thought, which caused the captive a moments confusion.
'What?' Athrun's voice was soft-spoken and emotionless. Sai stared at him. 'You act like some big cat. Prowling inside your cage, watching me. Are you afraid of me? Is that why you're watching me? Am I a threat to you?' The answer he got was the last one he expected.
'What...what's so dangerous about big cat?' Sai laughed again. The sheer obserdity of that question, and the fact it was a teenager asking it. Athrun looked vaguely offended, which made him appear younger...and less of a soldier. 'Well sorry, it is the first time I've been to earth! They didn't teach us that kind of thing on the PLANTs or the moon...' The boy stopped, swallowing.
Sai's eyes hardened. 'The moon? Was that where you met Kira for the first time?' he barked. Athrun nodded, looking away. Sai moved away, but only to sink into a sitting position by the wall. Athrun was silent for a few moments, before, 'How'd you know about me and Kira?'
Sai shrugged. 'A friend of ours over heard him taking about you. It really wasn't that hard. We could've worked out he was close to you ourselves because he never wanted to hurt you.' Athrun nodded.
'Killing him...was not what I intended to do. I guess...after Nicol...I just snapped.' Sai shrugged again. 'Well, the fact remains that you killed him. And Tolle, though he had nothing to do with the situation.'
The conversation went on in this thread for some time, meaning that Sai had skipped lunch and ended up eating some of Athrun's. The bluenette didn't seem to mind, after all, all he was doing was rearranging it on the plate. Eventually, Sai realised that it was nearly dinner time. And his shift was due to start in fifteen minutes. He stood, brushing dust from his trousers. Athrun was dozing off against the wall of his cell, tear tracks still visable on his face. He smiled softly and began to walk away.
'Sai?' Athrun called. He turned back. 'Yes?' 'What...what will happen to me now?' Sai looked down. 'You will be handed over to our superiouers in Alaska. After that, I'm not sure.' Athrun nodded, and Sai left him alone.
After we hand you over...God knows what will happen. You've got information that they want, and they're gonna get it...by whatever means possible. I don't know...if you'll be excecuted or not, but...but...I don't want you...hurt.
Sai walked to his position on the bridge, sitting down next to Milly. She looked a real mess. He supposed she wouldn't even be here if she wasn't needed, her punishment was still on. She gave him a look which clearly said, "Where the hell have you been?" He shrugged, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately. She looked away, focusing on the control booth. He did too. It seemed wise for her to talk to Athrun before he was handed over. It seemed wise for some things to be straightened out. But judging by her face, he doubted she'd go.
Athrun knew he looked terrible. He knew that Kira would laugh at him if the older boy had been able to see him. And he knew Dearka would tease him and Yzak would use it in their never ending rivalry. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. His slender fingers caught in the tangles. He missed his team, he missed the friendly fights and petty arguements. He missed being with people he knew. People he could talk too, and he found himself wishing that someone else had been captured with him.
He shifted his position, causing his arm to jolt. He even wished that boy hadn't left. Just some company had been nice. And it had given him something to do. Boredom was setting in. He wasn't sure how long the boy had been gone, he'd slept for a while, but in that absence he'd counted everything in sight twice, moped about his current circumstace, wondered about what Alaska were gonna do and wondered how long he'd been out since his questioning. And now he'd offically run out of things.
And so, after staring at the celing for a while, he began to wonder how long it would take a man merely a millimeter high to walk across it. Eventually, he dozed off while working out the time frame of said man.
Murre sat in front of the screen. In only a few hours they would loose the prisoner, and hopefully be informened of ZAFT's movements. Only a few more hours, and a child would most likely loose his life. And something about that didn't sit right with her.
Alright, did that seem crap to anyone else? This chapter is really more of a filler before the fun really starts. Hope y'all will keep reading, and some advice wouldn't go astray either. And by the way, the millimeter man is a creation of my sister's. It's a cure for hospital waiting room type boredom. Just had to put it in.