Hey guys, I'm updatin' this story as quick as I possibly can, I hope you enjoyed chapter four, I'm probably gonna make this one longer for you. I got the whole night. I just got back from skating and my ass hurts like hell, I fell on my double loop, don't ask, I'm havin' a bad day. If everything goes according to plan in this chapter, than a lot of people will get what they want from this chappie:D
kari480- Don't worry, it wasn't late at all, you're one of the first reviewers for the chappie:P Oh, and I hope you had lots of fun at the b-day party. I am not wuitting on this story and I'm actually thinking of continuing "Confrontation", believe it or not! I know that things have been movin slowly and im really sorry, I was havin fun, lol. But I am makin you mad aren't I? SCORE! DxM fans united. GO DEARKAS' INTERRIGATION! CONFETTI, YAY!
MXC - the show - rocks my socks- I KNOW EH! LONG LIVE DEARKA! Can you see why people don't care much for Dearka? INSANE! DEARKA ROCKS!
M0a-103- Join the club...I'm late in everything...but as long as the teacher doesn't notice..I'm fine. I havn't checked the reviews in a long time and yours was there so...lmfao, it's not late 2 me! lmfao. I am also super glad that I didn't make Yzak kill Kira cuz it would screw up the entire thing I got planned and I'm so happy you're bck to readin good old DxM! You liked chap 3? lol, im gonna have to look at it again, i don even 'member it, lmfao! Thanks for the compliment and I hope you enjoy chapter #4!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed, but I do own my bum...it's mine and it hurts...Maybe it wasn't the ice that hit my bum...it was Dearka's foot, Dearka kicked my bum! I have a big bum! Dearka kicked me in my big bum, he does it all the time...DearkaKiksBigBum...haha! Get where I was goin now? lol, that was cool, ALSO! I don't own West 49!
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2 days later...
"Okay...I can't do this." Athrun felt like he was swallowing his own stomach. He looked up at the building. There were big letters engraved in the stone at the top that spelled, 'Humberview'. He looked down at the doors of the school where many other teenagers about his age were entering, backpacks in hand. The memorial ingraved on the door said, 'No one is different, no one is special. We are all the same. The pain of war comes to an end when the pain of inferiority has subsided.------ In memory of Corren Malachai.'
Athrun was rudely interupted of his admiration with a simple but choking pat on the back. "No worries, Athrun. We'll lead you through!" Cagalli smiled at him.
Athrun smiled back at her, though it wasn't what she said that reasured him, it was simply her exited expression and warm gesture. He decided to stop staring at her before his mind said something he'd regret. His attention turned to a bewildered Kira staring at the exact same engravement to the door.
"Kira?"
Kira kind of tilted his head toward Athrun but his gaze never left the writing, like he was in some sort of trance. "Huh?"
"Kira!"
"Hmm, wha-?"
Athrun walked over to him. "Do you know who Corren Malachai is?"
"Yeah...I do. He's the guy who wanted this school to happen, but he faught in the war and died...He was the principal of our last school and he was always so religious and talked about how one day, there would be peace and everyone would live together in complete balance. He wrote a poem in the war and that was the couple last lines of the poem," Kira informed, pointing to the inscription. "Some people are very grateful to this memorial. It's mostly, some random religious kids, some people who lost loved ones in the war, and people who were actually in the war that pay respect to it."
Sai cut in. "The thing is, Athrun, we pay respect to it everyday, no one else does everyday...besides, your girlfriend blurted out that we were in the war."
"First of all, she's not my girlfriend...second of all, way to go Cagalli." he looked at her sarcastically.
She shrugged protectively. "ABUH! ABUHWA! Hhh," she tryed to look for the words. She decided on just crossing her arms and turning away. "They were being gay, damn football players..."
Athrun rolled his eyes and Miriallia spoke. " Well, just so that you know Athrun, we're kind of outcasts."
"Outcasts?"
"Well, we don't have friends...other than eachother...because everyone thinks that we were in the war because we wanted to fight, like we're some sort of monsters."
"I get that a lot, no worries."
"You do?" Kira piped up.
"All the time. When I'm walkin' down the street, people will yell rude comments out to me and things, it's just the way things work."
Cagalli shook her head. "You fight for them and you fight for the PLANTs and that's the thanks you get..."
Kira smiled at Cagalli, then turned to Athrun. "I'm suprised that many people would know you faught. Like, if you're just walking down the street and a random person insults you...you must be pretty popular, I wonder how that happened. I mean, I know how people know about us, Cagalli and her big mouth-"
"Hey-!"
Athrun smiled. "To tell you the truth, I really have no idea," he scratched the back of his head. "It just kind of...started up, rumors are deadly, on Earth and on PLANT..." he looked depressed as he combed his raven hair with his hand.
"Yes well," everyone was taken aback by the quiet and patient Lacus. She was so quiet, they almost forgot she'd been there. "None of this can be helped. The thing is, is that these people are not wrong. " everyone narrowed their eyes at the statement. How could she mean that? Was she saying we were monsters? Lacus saw the looks of aggression she was getting. She giggled slightly. "What I mean is that, they're all right. We did fight in the war, and we did choose to do it. It's all true. It was our choice, and this is what we get."
Everyone didn't exactly get what she was talking about. Cagalli spoke, to everyone's suprise. "So what you're saying is...that no matter what you do...there's always going to be people who find the bad side in what you're doing, rather than what's good about it."
Lacus smiled. "Yes Cagalli, you could say that. We all think of what we did was right. Mostly because we know the drill," she sighed. "It's always three minutes before we go into battle again. Protecting people, avenging people. It's all right in our minds...because we lived it. And then...there are the people who look at why it is wrong. We all know war is wrong, but some people take it a little far, taking it out on the people who chose to fight because they thought they had to. They think of choosing to fight as a bad thing. But since they never lived through it, they don't understand that if we did not fight back, there may be no Earth."
"Abuh?" Cagalli was almost drooling and everyone laughed at her sarcastically idiotic expression.
In the middle of their little laugh, the bell came to their ears.
"Crud...school, ready Athrun?" Cagalli smiled over at him.
Athrun tried so smile, though his nerves were just so noticable. He took a deep, heavy breath. "Ready."
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Half an Hour later...
"You know...I knew we were gonna be late with you driving."
"You don't know anything, piss off."
"Not a chance. I wanna see you screw up som'ore."
"K, how 'bout you stop making fun of my driving and you take the wheel..."
"No deal."
"Why, if you're so good, then you do it. It's kinda hard with this gravity."
"I didn't say I was good, I just said you were bad," Dearka smiled.
"Not cool. I hate you. I don't even know why I agreed to this in the first place!" Yzak smacked the wheel with his palms and Dearka started to laugh.
"There was nothing to agree to anyway, I didn't even ask you! You just said that you wanted to come, idiot," Dearka shook his head with a grin and then pulled the seat back to catch a couple Z's knowing full well of Yzak's sense of direction. "Wake me when we get there, Sunshine."
Yzak shook his head and grunted. He saw Dearka shut his eyes in the corner of his view and he rolled his eyes at his friends lack of maturity.
He continued down the rocky road and came to a long hill road that led to a subdivision. He turned left onto the hill and came up to a subdivision that had many twists and turns. It felt like he was a little rat in a maze looking for the cheese.
"It's supposed to be somewhere in this subdivision..." he mumbled to himself, taking a last look at the map brochure and then focusing his eyes back on the road. He came to a clearing in the subdivision that had a big building in the center with the letters ingraved at the top in stone. H.U.M.B.E.R.V.I.E.W. "Humberview, huh. I think this is it...Hey Dearka!"
"Hmm?"
"I think we're here."
Dearka opened his eyes to find the school right infront of him as Yzak parked. "This is it?"
"Yeah..."
"Alright, let's go. We're so damn late."
"Not my fault."
"And we don't have lunch money."
"Also not my fault."
"Yzak..."
"Yes..."
"Everything is your fault."
"Now hold on! I admit my driving sucks, but you're the one who left the money on the friggin' table. You're fault! You were supposed to bring it, Dearka."
Dearka stared at a spot on the ground sarcastically for a moment and then just popped his head up and looked at the silver haired boy blankly. "Hmm? I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"F! Let's just get to class, now the principal's gonna know we were late cuz they've got everyones' records. They take attendants here ya know...and it isn't a very good impression to be like...almost an hour late for our first day."
"Oh...my...god!" Dearka flicked his wrist sarcastically. "Who cares..."
"You're the one who wanted the education." The boys stepped out of the car.
"Exactly...so lets go, we don't have all day, god Yzak." Dearka tried to hide his smirk. It was just too easy to piss the easily pissable Yzak off. (That may not have made sense to you, but I had so much fun writing that one lil sentence, you have no idea)
Yzak just stared Dearka down for a moment before grabbing his red and black backpack from the popped trunk.
The Jeep Dearka had bought down here was perfect. Though, it was unfortunate that most of his spendings went towards it. When Dearka lived on PLANT, his Mother and Father had saved up for his education. Dearka had no use for it right now, and could spend it on better things, like building up his education here on earth.Dearka trailed his fingers along the silver Jeep until he came to the trunk, saw his black and gray army backpack, and swung it over his shoulder. Slamming the trunk door shut, he paused for a moment.
"Dearka...Dearka come on!"
"Yeah...I'm comming."
"What's the matter now."
"I'm not sure," he caught up to Yzak. "I don't know if this is such a good idea anymore."
"Why not. How the hell is it any different from like...two minutes ago."
"I honestly don't know...I have a bad feeling, this school scares me."
"Yeah well, we're not goin' now. We have to go in. We've paid. Besides, how can you be afraid of a school when you've faught an entire war, you stupid idiot."
Dearka quirked a brow. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now...I feel...nervous, I suppose."
"What the hell about!"
"People?"
"People...like makin' a good impression?"
"Well, yeah, I guess. I want people to like me."
Yzak sighed. "Dude...you're starting to care now?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean what do I mean! I mean that you haven't cared about what other people thought of you in the past, why now?"
"Of course I have, what are you talking about!"
"If you wanted people to like you...would you have blown up an entire country?"
Dearkas' eyes widened slightly at Yzaks' calm composure toward the subject. "Yzak..."
"The end of the war has made you change."
"Exactly. That's all I can say. Yzak, this isn't war anymore. I can do and be things that I couldn't before. Besides, at that time, I didn't really care about the way the naturals thought of me."
"Then why now?"
"Uuhm, maybe it could possibly have something to do with the fact that we're going to be spending the entire two years living with them and looking at them constantly. They'll be our neighbors and our classmates. Maybe even our friends..."
"Woah woah woah, calm down there Sparky. There is no chance in hell, that I'm befriending a natural wimp!"
Dearka smiled slyly and gave a shrug. "Suit yourself...loner." Dearka quirked before taking off infront of him.
"You're all I need..." he said catching up to him.
"Aaw, Yzak...that's so sweat...but I hate you."
"I didn't mean it in that sort of way! I mean that you're my friend, you'll be hanging out with me, right?"
"No."
"What!"
"Calm down Yzak." Dearka started laughing. "I'm just kidding, jeez."
"You better be."
"Yzak...I have to stay with you because if I don't...You'll have no friends and you'll have a mental break down."
"As much as I want to argue with you...That is so true."
"Exactly."
Yzak looked down in defeat and continued on walking through the parking lot with Dearka practically laughing his ass off by his side, trying to keep his composure.
"Sorry Yzak..." Dearka tried not to chuckle.
"You're absaslutely hillarious Dearka..." Yzak crossed his arms, flinging his red and black backpack around his shoulder slightly more to keep it from sliding. Yzak hadn't gotten rid of the scar. He supposedly thought of it as a sign of superiority. It made him look like he was tough, making other people think he'd gone through lots of pain in his life. Even though it was true and he had gone through hell, Dearka still thought it was rediculous.
Earlier they had stopped by an old mall where there were many stores they hadn't heard of. One of the particular stores that had caught their attention was a store called West 49. They'd bought their attire there. Yzak wore a pair of baggy jeans and a black sweater that said West 49 square in the middle of it in gray letters. It had a big pocket in the front and draw strings. Yzak wore a type of shoe entitled Converse which they had never heard of. The shoe was black and white and he wore black and white checkered shoe laces.
Dearka had also found his share of good clothing. He wore apair of really dark blue baggy jeans that went into the toungues of brown West 49 skater shoes. He wore a white under shirt and a beige dress shirt unbuttoned just overtop of it. His backpack was black and gray in an army style pattern. It had a compartment on the pack for a skateboard. Dearka was actually thinking of starting skateboarding again. He remembered how he used to skateboard with Yzak when they were 10 to 13.
"Dearka?"
"Hmm?" Dearka questioned, never letting his eyes trail elswhere other than the door he'd longed for ever since they arrived.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah...why?"
"Well, I know we intend on being good students, but whether we like it or not...we are going to get into so much shit this year. We're gonna hate it here and I just know it. Knowing me as arrogant and knowing you as class clown...we're in for a slap in the face. It's not like the war where we were mostly in top rank. Here...they rule...we follow. Do you think it may be to much of a change for us?"
Dearka quirked a brow. "What? You think we aren't going to be able to act like normal teenage kids. Not a chance..."
Yzak sighed at Dearkas' calm attitude and opened the front door and stepped into the deadly place.
Dearka smirked knowing full well that he was indeed right. Yzak didn't want to get into trouble; didn't want to cause any trouble. But...where's the fun in that...
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Hey, I just wanted to thank you to all of you guys. 16 reviews may not seem like a lot, but it is to me. So thank you thank you thank you! I love how most of you are interested in the story, I have lots more planned, don't worry.
This chapter wasn't really planned to anywhere, but it did a little. This was just suppose to be a nice update, a funny lil chappie to add in, I was in the mood. BUT! Next chapter, I believe will be really proggressive and I'm sorry that the story has been goin very slow so far and I just wanted to tell you that for the next chapter, it was all worth while.
Thanks to all my supposrters, Melanie