Anam Cara - Amor Meus

Chapter 3

Here With You

"Ohayou gozaimasu." The pink haired princess said ever so lightly with her angelic voice.

With his cheeks reddening every millisecond that passed by, the brown haired youth began to panic as his mind berated him for his folly. His mouth trying to form the words that was scrambled in his mind, thus slurring his thoughts that could not properly formulate coherent speech.

He was caught red-handed staring at the woman of his dreams, quite literally as she was the one who he dreamt of the night before. The close proximity he had unconsciously situated himself in only added to the heated blush that engulfed his features.

He wondered how long the girl had been staring at him while he drifted away to his other world. He wondered how she would react being in his bed, while he was half naked. He wondered how he would persuade her that he did not try anything the night before. All of his wondering was in vain though.

The heavy eyelids of the baby blue beryl-eyed woman had drearily shut just as soon as they had opened. Fatigue still ruling over her softly matured body. Her chest undulating mildly as her softened features demanded the admiration and envy of many. The soft gentle breeze intruding from the ajar window began to sway the loose strands of her roseate colored hair.

The amethyst eyed youth finally broke free from the panicked state of mind and let out an audible sigh of relief. After regrouping his wits, he found it extremely difficult to tear his gaze away from the sleeping beauty that lay dormant on his bed.

Remembering his lack of clothing, he swiftly made his way to the drawer to fetch out the first attire that he sees. Heading towards the door quietly, he could not help himself from sneaking another glance at the maiden resting on his bed. His violaceous gaze admired her surreally adorable sleeping form.

The slight sight of cleavage from the oversize t-shirt that slipped from her shoulders added a touch of undeniable sensuality. His mind fought through another torrent of emotions, 'She is the most arousing thing I have ever seen in my life...'

'What the hell am I saying? It's just her shoulder for God's sake!'

He noticed a small chilly shiver that interrupted the woman sleeping in his bed, and by instinct, he immediately walked back to her side to lift the covers higher up to wrap her in warmth. After doing so, a genuine satisfied smile crept up on his lips as he once again uncontrollably delved into the depths of her mesmerizing beauty.

A few strands of her hair fell once more, due to a peculiar missing accessory, in front of her nose as he instinctively swiped the obtrusive locks carefully and tucked them away behind her ear gingerly. Unknowingly, he began caressing her hair gently, unknowingly stirring a pleasant feeling within the sleeping beauty. She conveyed her pleasure by showing smiling genially causing the boy's smile to broaden.

After what seemed like an eon, it took much of his will to stop his dreamy admiration and ministrations of proclivity towards the pink haired princess. He tore away his attention on her and hurriedly made his exit. Closing the cherry oak door gently, he leaned into the aperture and sighed in relief for managing to escape.

He knew clearly that the more and more he got attached to her, he was just adding to the height of his terrible fall that would inevitably ensue him. Regardless, he knew he was powerless against the beauty and loving warmth that radiated from the pores of that woman. He knew fairly well that he was fighting a losing battle. A battle he so desperately just wanted the outcome of a draw, though he knew it was futile to think so.

Without even trying her allure exerted a gravitational pull on him that could not be escaped naturally, as was a basic concept of physics. Except her equatorial gravity was equal to Jupiter's 2.358 gee.

After putting on the clothes he fished out, he considerately went to check on her dress that he hand washed and had dry cleaned by one of his--previously thought to be useless-- machine that he invented the previous night before. His thoughtful intellect telling him that she would need her own clothes soon, not that he minded that she was wearing his clothes.
It gave him a kind of pride he was aghast at, seeing as how he hardly took pride in anything that he has done. The girl was a well of surprises that constantly caught the boy off guard. He shook the thoughts out of his mind and proceeded to prepare the dress nicely, and place it where she could easily spot it on top of his dresser. He neatly placed the simple yet elegant pearly white dress on the cherry oak furniture, and placed the golden double crescent clip above it, like a cherry on top of a double hot fudge banana split sundae.

Finished with 'his' responsibilities, he proceeded to clear his mind of everything the only way he knew how. Making sure his apartment door was locked after his exit, he went over to his garden patch where he tended to many rare flowers. Only this time around, he unknowingly picked a few sweetbrier roses--which unconsciously reminded him of something he thought very beautiful--and proceeded to make his way to his place of solitude. Upon reaching the area, he placed the pink colored flowers on the headstone and casted his typical prayer as his eyes shut in commemoration.

The area was hidden from common view on a hill overlooking the horizon of the beach. The beauty of the granite was it's reflection of nature, and even the ones who gazed at it for an inconceivable amount of time--namely a violet eyed youth. However, this place, just like his existence, was a blessing and a curse. It engraved the memories of the kindness in her mothering, yet it marked the pain of her passing. He was born with a heart of kindness, but one that always hurts. Recklessly endanger himself, while putting others first. The scars that ran deep seemingly could never be quenched, for it was not as simple as just thirst.

He convinced himself that even the presence of the beautiful woman had sadly only covered the innards of his true inner turmoil. Though his unforgivable past was forgotten for an instant when he was with her and he felt true happiness momentarily, the misery surged back into his bones ten fold as dark memories resurfaced in his mind. He blamed himself once more, as he was not allowed to forget. His very existence reminded him of this. The simple and undeniable fact was because he existed, people have died.

Almost instinctively, he set refuge from another source after bidding his mother farewell. His legs led him to the beach shore, where he was free to gaze at the beauty of nature. An inexplicably beautiful clash of yellow orange with bluish green marked the line of the horizon. The waters that recessed and progressed caused a gentle rhythmic noise that brought peace to all those who stopped to listen to nature. His eyes snapped shut to relish the sounds of peace, almost coercing a bit of amity to pour into his self. He became lost in a world of nothing once more, this was the only peace available to him.

With his senses dulled by the commotion that racked his mind, he never realized a pair of eyes that stared at him intently during his trip to another world. The eyes were watching with a distinct sense of intriguing admiration while the boy just remained one with nature. An ethereal serenity pervaded his true entity, he faintly felt the hand that guided his soul. It was his kindred spirit coaxing his troubles in an attempt to dissipate them like he had never felt before, though he did not truly know and even reprimanded himself for actually believing in such a thing, in his heart of hearts he knew that that someone was out there. For him, waiting patiently, only truly loving him in the way he so wanted to be loved. So lost was he in his attempt to unravel such a mystery, that he failed to notice the pair of baby blue orbs approaching him closer and closer.

It was inexplicable.

Then it happened. A gentle hand placed on his shoulder ever so softly had brought the boy back to reality. Beryl collided with amethyst. Violet collided with cerulean. Both gazes stirred within themselves a tempest of innumerous emotions that were inexpressable by words and limited to only the vision that only the other could see.

There was one thought that predominated their minds.

They were falling.

Violet-eyed POV

'Nani?'

There's a hand on my shoulder...It's warm and soft...like a roll of Angel soft toilet paper...I wonder who's it is...It's almost as if it's calling me back...wondering...questioning...as if it's wanting to understand...who would want to understand? What can be understood? Can it be understood?

Demo...

It feels familiar...

I turn to see the owner of this hand, and to my questionably delightful surprise.

"So beautiful..." my mind whispers.

The light dab of pink that rouged her already alluring face had finally registered in my mind that my mouth had inadvertently whispered her name. She twiddled her fingers together in an adorable motion, 'basically just about anything she does would have to be described as cute...' I hope she didn't hear that...Much to my dismay, she blushes even more than before. Then, I begin to question myself if I really had said such things...Then I remembered her unconscious on the beach, and curiosity gets the best of me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, surprisingly in more worry seeped out then I had intended.

"Hai."

"Ah so desu...ano, what were you doing by the beach?"

A flash of worry dashes her features for a moment and I instantly regret my curiousity. Before I could take back my question.

"Was there anybody else by me?"

I get unusually jealous from what she said, but afterwards I reprimand myself for feeling such an emotion just by her innocent words. 'What's wrong with me?' I ask no one in particular.

"Iie...There was just a small amount of blood on your clothes..."

After finally remembering that she had a body to go along with her ever mesmerizing eyes and perfectly shaped face, I finally realize that she was not wearing her pretty white dress. 'Hmm, that's interesting...' I say to myself. Usually, all the girls I have ever met or had to spend time with, with the exception of Cagalli and Haha-ue, had always, always, always tried to look more beautiful and neglected ordinary and casual clothing.

Being once again surprised, I realize that yet another thing made this woman so special...she was not afraid to not look her best. I also realize that she had never worn any form of lip gloss or blush or any artificial (and overrated) 'beautifying' supplements. It was inconceivable how alluringly beautiful she was despite only being au naturel.

"So desu ka..." She said as her worry dissipated slightly. "There were people who were yelling 'for a blue and natural world' who attacked the Silver Wind ship that I was on, but the crew and my bodyguard had me evacuated safely...I wonder if they're okay..."

"So desu...daijoubu, I had not seen any wreckages or anything of the sort." I say trying to comfort her. "And there are people... who don't like Coordinators so... demo..." I am again surprised at yet another admirable trait of hers, she's a very selfless one...It wouldn't have surprised me if she wanted to stay on that ship even if she is a pop icon...

"How sad... but you are very kind. Thank you." She says genially, breaking me from my analytical reverie. Her blush had completely vanished and was replaced with a sweetly innocent and genuine smile, what more was that it was directed at me...I feel a small blush stain my cheeks, hm, that hardly happens...It's just that beautiful smile of hers is so...

Iie...

I need to stop this foolishness...

I can't keep going like this.

"B... because I'm a Coordinator too." I say trying to cast my reasoning for helping. Guilt wells in me because I only added that part in my pathetic attempt to prevent myself from continuing this...this...whatever this is.

"But you are kind because you are yourself, right?" She says in that enchanting voice of hers. I am stupefied at her amazing perception...it's as if she can see right through my soul and know who I am, without having spent one day with me... That smile again...

"Could I please have your name?" She asks innocently.

I am surprised again, I had forgotten that she did not even know my name. I scratch my the side of my head dumbly, which she seems to not even mind.

"I'm Kira, Kira Yamato."

Then another surprisingly admirable trait of hers emerges... her unparallel level of politeness regardless of her noblesse and her (well-deserved, might I add) fame.

"Arigatou, Kira-sama."

Realization strikes me like a bag of thunderbolts from the heavens.

I can't keep going like this.

But I cannot stop.

Somewhere in a secret Zaft base...

A flat screen computer showed some very interesting news to an emerald-eyed youth.

News Reporter: "The ship heading towards Junius Seven for the preparation of the memorial group dispatch, the Silver Wind, disappeared last night. I repeat. The ship heading towards Mendel Colony for the preparation of the memorial group dispatch, the Silver Wind, disappeared last night."

"Lacus..."

Lacus' POV

I have never seen or met anyone like Kira-sama...

I can see so many painful emotions as clear as day in his eyes, all of which he tries to hide. Though his effort to him seems that his deception is evident with those cold eyes of his, in just its appearance was very scary...but behind the mask there was kindness, strength and an unbearable amoun of sadness.

But...why is it so clear to me?

It is true, that I understand so much even though I don't like to say it...

But...why is it, that what I don't understand the most, is why I understand him the most?

Perhaps I do know...I just can't admit it to myself...yet...can he?

Kira's POV

I have never seen or met anyone like her...

I can see so many emotions in her eyes, all of which she tries to hide. Though I can see right through her clear as day... As if I truly understand...

But...why is it so clear to me?

Why is it, that what I don't understand the most, is why I understand her the most?

Perhaps I do know...But I can't...Can I?

'Can I?'

Normal POV

The two young adults spent quite a vast amount of time together. The day was beginning to break before they even realized that their piercing gaze had bore holes into the other, wordlessly. Physical expressions, both of the body and the tongue, could not express what they were feeling. They themselves could not express what they were feeling. The setting sun quietly melted into the vast ocean, slightly dabbing the azure seas with subtle streaks of sage. The effect of the background, though trivial to the two, surrounded them with an unearthly radiance.

Only several minutes after half the sun was engulfed by the sea, the boy realized that his guest would of course be hungry. Finding the sense of urgency, he used it to his advantage as he broke the woman from her thoughts by speaking.

"Would you like to eat?" He asked tentatively.

After returning to reality, she answered merrily, "Yes, I would like that."

Almost instantaneously, he motioned with his hand to follow him into his apartment.

In his attempt to be a good host, he cooked up the finest meal he had ever made in his life. Of course, he didn't know why he felt like he had to, but he just did anyways. The dinner went uneventful other than the joyful squeals of tasting such exquisite cooking, though she had plenty of gourmet meals as a pop idol, the boy's cooking by far surpassed any of the 5-star meals. A zestful barrage of compliments became routine from her, as a slight blush and show of modesty became routine for him. Often, the vision of the other's face intrigued the pair more than the food itself. Soon after, the food had completely disappeared and feeling the need to ease the awkward tension that lingered in the air, the young lady decided to take a shower.

Asking politely before she went about her business, the young man knew he could not refuse her. No matter how small or big the request was, he knew he still lacked the heart to say no. Guiding her to the shower room, she exchanged a genial pleasantry with the boy who could only reply dumbly. Closing the door lightly, she began to go about her business, shedding off her oversized clothes while folding them neatly, she swiftly climbed into the wash tub while turning the water on. The swift chilly mist that sprayed all over her bare body caused an involuntary squeal of surprise in her. Adjusting to the stream of water, she fell into her usual habit of singing merrily behind the curtains.

Before perverted thoughts invaded his mind, he decided to take a leisurely stroll around the vicinity. He couldn't help but hesitate to leave after hearing a delicate voice singing an all too familiar song beyond the door. The trickle of water seemingly orchestrating a makeshift music that was trickily perfected by the angelic voice. Years of torment drifted away from the boy just at the simple heed of her soothing voice. To him, it was as if each and every word was dedicated to him in some way, coercing him to get better. But he knew better than to think such things, before too much pondering could be done, the youth swiftly made his exit.

Once again, he relied on his legs to take him where he need be. Once again, it led him to the gravestone. Once again, the flood of memories overwhelmed him, but this time... the pain had unusually dulled...

Meanwhile, the drenched pink haired princess finished showering and proceeded to exit. Unfortunately, she noticed that an important piece of fabric was missing on the small towel rack. It seemed that the violet-eyed man had forgotten to stock on towels much to her embarrassment.

"My, my..." she said to herself.

Chancing her exposed body, she made a dash to the bedroom she had awakened in. Much to her relief, there was no violet-eyed gaze that aimed at her way. She had felt him leave, though she balked at the thought of feeling such a thing, she knew she was right. She quickly searched the room for a towel stark-naked while her damp pink hair shared its wetness with the soft carpet. She found a pile of neatly folded towels and took two to dry herself, wrapping her body instinctively with one towel, while taking another smaller towel to dry and wrap her hair with.

Her aquamarine eyes searched the room again, finding her neatly folded casual dress. She had probably lost her ceremonial dress, but it did not matter to her what she wore for memorials, she knew the most important thing of all was the prayers and commemoration. Despite growing up in an ideal environment, she was blessed with a kind and understanding heart.

She was a real woman...

She was a surreal woman...

She was Lacus Clyne.

Lacus' POV

I had never really took the time to look at Kira-sama's room. Seeing that opportunity present itself right now, I noticed that he only has a few personal touches amongst the commonality of his room. Though it is unusually tidy for a boy, I knew there is something peculiar about this room. A small and simple framed picture sat on his desk, crying out for my attention. Presumably, it was his mother holding two cute little babies, the brunette haired one being Kira and the other blonde would perhaps be his twin. The woman was very happy and very beautiful...'I can see where Kira-sama got his looks from'...I bite my lip at the thought. She did resemble her son very much though. Her light chocolate hair and the same violaceous eyes showed her euphoric joy and loving emotions without any hindrance.

'She must have been a good mother...'

Upon closer inspection, I realize a clean cursive handwriting of an important memoir on the lower left hand corner.

Haha-ue.

Ai shiteru.

Always and forever.

Now I see partly why his eyes always seem so sad. I wondered how lonely he must be feeling, it must be painful. I know for a fact that those eyes hid so much more. Surprisingly, I am intrigued to find out. It was as if my soul was always crying to him, with him, for him. I wanted to console him, to help him and to be with him because deep down I knew I was the only one who truly could. My eyes search the room even more thoroughly than before in an effort to find more clues until my gaze lands on his dresser.

I notice that one of his drawers are slightly opened with a peculiar white object evident within its confines. Curiosity getting the better of me, I decide to open the drawer to see what it is. To my surprise, it was a 20 terabyte hi-def iPod. I am already guilty of snooping around his room...I hope he doesn't mind. Against my better judgment, something inside me forced me to turn it on and look at its contents.

What I see in it surprises me very much...

But it filled me with a certain inexplicable joy...

I had never experienced such a feeling in myself before.

Before I fell deeper into my reverie and I decided to place the object back in its place.

I let my legs take me to him.

Normal POV

The distinct signs of the quiet night darkened the vast sky. Enveloping everything in a sapphire fluorescence, the small freckles of light dotted the heavens. A smooth and comforting breeze threw about brown hair lightly, while tossing around long pink tresses mildly. A tiny smile of satisfaction curving the lips of both figures, seemingly entwining a bond both strong yet unapprehensible.

Lacus' POV

I find him standing what seems to be a memorial. Just as I thought... 'It's his mother's...' Nevertheless, it was one of those beautiful yet sad places. Overlooking the horizon as a peaceful protector of all. An aura of peace mixed with an aura of sadness filled the atmosphere of this reverie.

Noticing a distinct feature, I smile at the sight of my favorite flowers that lie beside the headstone; sweetbrier roses.

I approach him quietly.

Soon, having him in arms distance, my hands move on their own to snap him out of his sad thoughts. I cup his violet eyes gently and smile as soon as I feel his facial muscles shape into a slight smile.

The moment he turned around and looked at me with those beautiful violet eyes, I gasp at the sight.

For a moment, I felt he was truly happy.

But what frightens me is that, for a moment, I was truly happy.

Kira's POV

I had thought about so much...

I almost became lost again, but something drags me back.

I smile instinctively at this feeling.

My vision goes black for a moment.

My sad memories brushed aside by soft, warm, and loving hands.

I know this touch.

When I turned around, I found a beautiful sight.

"Do you want me togo home?" I ask her before I had a chance to gawk dumbly at her.

She bit her lip adorably, trying to find a well-thought out reply.She was hesitating for good reasons.

"Ano, I can take you back to Plant if you want..." Ioffer half-genially whiletrying to mask the sadness in my own words, in my heart of hearts, I washoping she would not want to. 'But that is what she should do,' I say to reassure myself.

However, I knew that...

I did not want her to go...

"Iie..." she says softly, I am a bit relieved but her tone did not dissolve my uncertainty completely. That is until her beautiful baby blue eyes, of which differed in hues by the sapphire night's incandescence.

My mind almost inconceivably registers what I faintly believe to have been her thoughts.

'I want to be somewhere I am needed...'

'Here with you...'

I balk at my thoughts... there was no way she could have thought that...

Could she?

Lacus' POV

'I want to be somewhere I am needed...'

'Here with you...'

That is what my entire being told me. I needed to be here. For him. He's so alone but it is not out of pity that I choose to stay here. It is something else. Something that I do not know...yet.

He nods in acceptance. 'He sure knows how to listen...' But I wonder if he listens too much...It felt as if his mind was inextricably connected to mine...

My train of thought is derailed by a warm and gentle hand that clasps mine. He gently leads me towards the beach as he slowed down to walk by his side.

Something I find so much peace when it's like this.

Just like this...

I wish it could remain like this forever...

Just like this...

I wish I can be here with him...

Just like this...

But...

Can I be here with you?

(A/N) Arigatou gozaimasu to all those who reviewed this story, it really adds an extra incentive for me to write and update quicker. I am flattered that you like the story so far. Hoped you guys enjoyed it, no cliffhanger this time either. This one took a little longer than usual because it's very hard to get in the mind set of Kira and Lacus when they talk to each other, their platonic love is so hard to convey in words but I tried my best since I wanted to capture the true essence of their character so I took more time with it, plus school is not really helping...Notice that they're not necessarily head over heels or purely lustful for each other...Even though i want them too, don't you? I wanted to develop intricacies of their relationship though...heh. Love is patient. I know this wasn't really action packed or anything, but heh. Just be on the lookout for the next chapter...Hehe.


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