Disclaimer: GSEED and related characters are not mine.
Once Upon A Rainy Saturday
Chapter Three
Warning: Shounen Ai. Don't lie, don't read. Don't flame.
Pairing: AthrunKira
Rating: T
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Chapter Three
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Athrun Zala wasn't exactly a bitter person but he has his moments sometimes. Those were the nights where the loneliness was so thick that Athrun cannot help but to feel a little bit jaded about his life, or his love life to be more exact, that is (though the notion itself was kind of understandable, really). His love life, after all, has always been about arrangement, sacrifice, and confusion. For Athrun, the idea of love seemed to be so unattainable. Love, Athrun decided,is just something that's not worth all the while, and ifhe could, he'd avoid it at all cost.
But unfortunately for Athrun, he can run, but he cannot hide from Cupid-sama's bow. And as of late, Athrun realized, that the said matter was apparently centered around a certain pretty eyed boy namely Kira Yamato. This is so wrong, of all people that he could fall in love with, why did it have to be Kira? Being in love would be easy if he'd only fell to some simple girl like Cagalli, or, if he'd ever known his so-called-fate to be in love with a man, he'd picked Shin over Kira instead—at least Shin won't take the messages in a wrong way. But alas, life's a bitch sometimes and thus Athrun Zala found himself falling for Kira Yamato.
Now, it's true that Kira is kind and everything (and not to mention that he was also such an eye candy), but the problem lies wherein Athrun Zala has long decided that, Kira Yamato, ultimate coordinator or not, is probably one of the densest creatures on earth when it comes down to the matters of cupid's playing field. But who could blame Athrun for saying such notion anyway; Lacus had, after all, practically thrown herself at his feet, but Kira, the ever so naïve Kira, remain stoically gentleman.
Kira is so thick that Athrun wanted to bang his head every time (most of the times, actually) Kira mistook his not-so-subtle hints as just another act of kindness. And to make the matters more complicated, Kira is also someone who's supposed to be his best friends for life. And Athrun was more afraid to have the bond to be damaged than to have risked the bond over something that was called love.
Athrun didn't know that falling in love could be so frustrating. But it did. Denying his love for Kira was like denying himself. It's almost as if that Athrun, without him being in love with Kira, wasn't completely Athrun Zala at all. Kira filled the empty gaps in his heart and making him whole again.
So, after spending almost two hours standing under the rain, Athrun finally decided to confess his love toward the boy. And with the determination flaring in his mind, Athrun came knocking on Kira's door on that rainy Saturday.
The boy had greeted him with a puzzled look in his face and a slight blush on his cheeks, and Athrun just had to grin at the sight. Still with that puzzled look on his face, Kira then went to the kitchen to make him a mug full of hot chocolate (one teaspoon of sugar, please). And Athrun, after carefully considering the options, finally decided to enter the small kitchen with a mindful of flirting intention. He'd called out the smaller boy's name so softly (using his most seductive tone, of course), but Kira, as always, was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice. It wasn't until he brushed his fingers against the boy's shoulder that the reverie was finally being broken. Kira gasped with the blush adoring his cheeks and turned away in such haste that the hot chocolate spilled over his shirt.
It hurts. But the burning hot chocolate in his skin cannot be compared to the tightening feeling in his chest upon seeing the fear in Kira's face. The boy's breaths started to come in short gasps as he slowly fell on his knees, and Athrun quickly realized that Kira was having one of his 'attacks' again. This so called panic disorder was eating Kira after the war, and it made him looked so vulnerable and frail. Athrun held the boy in his hands, whispering sweet nothings in his ears, and brushing his finger around the small of his back until Kira's breathing started to get even and calm. Unexpectedly, Kira tightened his hold around his waist and Athrun smiled to the touch.
But the serenity of the moment was lost when Kira abruptly let go of his hold. He asked the boy if there's anything wrong, but Kira, instead returning to his usual shy and quiet self, answered him with words so sharp that it stabbed him right in the heart, "I HATE YOU!" There's that fear again in Kira's face as he bolted out of his house, straight into the down pour. And afterwards Kira seemed to lost without a trace, he'd been avoiding Athrun like a plague.
Kira's missing presence didn't wave Athrun's intention to confess his love, though, instead it only added up the flare in his heart. He reasoned himself that Kira's words were coming out of confusion rather than the spoken truth. Athrun never intended to stop his search for Kira but it was Lacus call that made him stop. Apparently Lacus needed him to attend a project in Mars and he cannot refuse her whining voice; that, and also the fact that Lacus would've never likely to hang up the phone before he said yes. Besides, both he and Kira might use some time alone to think.
But life itself was full with surprises, his plane got stuck on a storm, the flight was cancelled until morning, and he sort of left something important in his apartment before he left. And thus, Athrun Zala found himself sulking around the street, dripping wet with rain, before he finally reached his apartment and found an equally sulk looking Kira leaning against his door. Athrun cannot stop the smile that crept in his face upon seeing this. "Kira?"
The violet eyed boy looked surprised upon seeing his face; he could almost see a relief smile played on the edge of his lips. And said lips looked so full and tempting too. But much on his dismay, the smile faltered into one of those Kira's panicking mode again, soon he had the boy stuttered in his reply and started to writhe between the door and his body. A writhing Kira looked good in his eyes, but he would rather have Kira writhing somewhere between his body and the bed, preferably with some wanton look in his face. His smile was almost feral as he pinned the smaller boy between his body and the door, his whisper was low and hot upon the boy's ear, "Kira, you're dripping wet. Why don't we get you warm and dry?"
So there. That's the most blatant invitation he'd ever said so far, and if Kira was still as dubious as ever, then he'd give up the business, seriously. Fortunately for Athrun, Kira, though he was still as oblivious as ever, finally took the message right. Well, at least his body did. The violet orbs darkened with something akin to lust and lidded slightly. Their body moved closer to each other like a moth to a flame, slowly eating the distance by each breath. Lips barely brushing one another, breaths lingering between their lips… just a little more, a little bit closer—
"A—AAACHOOO!"
No kiss, apparently. Not only that Kira had knocked his nose half way through his sneezing fit, but the much anticipated kiss itself was apparently got lost along the way, and thus it was quite understandable why Athrun had the sudden urge to bang his head against the wall right now.
"Mmmph." Clamping his hand around the nose, Athrun felt his nose break too.
"A—Athrun! God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"
"No. No. I'm fine." Actually, Athrun is everything but fine, but what more can he say upon seeing that look of pure concern in Kira's face. Kira is so kind and sincere, and maybe that's why Athrun love him so much. "I'm fine, Kira."
"Uh… Uhm, okay. Maybe we should put some ice on your nose right now." Kira looked so guilty for making Athrun winced in pain. His fingers tentatively moved to touch his face but then they moved away in fear and uncertainty. Determined not to lose the touch, Athrun caught those fingers before they managed to hid themselves, and the blush on Kira's face went slightly dark from the brushing of their finger tips; that, and also the fact that the skin was warm with some feverish tinge upon them.
"No, Kira. I think we should do something about your fever right now," said Athrun with an affectionate smile playing at the edge of his lips. And before Kira could protest, Athrun had swiped his card key and pulled Kira into his apartment along the way. He slammed the door close and made sure to have the key locked along the way; he will not let Kira get away with this again.
And since the said boy was drenching wet, his damp clothes leaving a trail of water on Athrun's soft plush carpet. "Stay here. I'll bring you some dry clothes."
Kira just nodded hesitantly, he toe off his shoes and wrapped his arms around himself. He was still shivering in cold when Athrun returned with a warm and dry towel in his hand. "Take off your shirt before you catch yourself pneumonia." Kira's eyes widened in shock, "But—but… Athrun…"
But Kira's words were cut short as Athrun's fingers slowly working their way elegantly on the button of his shirt. "Athr—Athrun…" Kira's voice came in raspy whisper, half-heartedly trying to move away from the touch. Athrun, though, was too busy admiring the soft ivory glow that was Kira's skin to notice. He wanted to touch some more, wanted to feel the rippling muscle underneath. Just the thought of it made his heart went on a ricocheting mode.
The skin on Kira's chest was soft and yielding, and soon Athrun found himself addicted to the sounds of Kira's gasping lips as his fingers slowly moved lower by the inch, you are such a tease. Pretending to be unaware to Kira's current lack of breathings, Athrun then circled around the boy casually before stopping at the sight of Kira's naked neck. Athrun grew fascinated by the sight, he wanted to touch the skin and touch he did. Starting out only as a lazy touch, his fingers then gently reached for the hem of the shirt, his breaths brushed over the nape and Kira's breaths hitched by the seconds. Softly, the fingers proceed to touch the juncture between the slender neck and shoulders as the shirt being taken off so slowly, fingertips brushing ever so lightly and carefully not to make Kira jump by the touch.
And Athrun felt that stirring lust in his groin when the shoulders were finally being exposed to his eyes. There's that sudden urge to kiss and mark the flesh before him, but, somehow, Athrun managed to suppress those wicked and sexy thoughts inside by mentally projecting a very cold shower in his head; though, Athrun himselfcould not stop the fingers from not touching them. So… he let his fingers lightly touched the arms as the shirt softly fell to the floor. Much to his delight, Kira's body, too, seemed to melt by his touch, and for a fleeting second the body almost leaned to the touch willingly.
The truth is Athrun could push Kira down to the floor so easily and do him all the things he'd always wanted to, but he didn't; he wanted to savor this and not to rush the things with Kira until the time is right. And so with a determined look in his eyes, Athrun forced himself to stay calm and proceed upon doing the task in a collected manner.
Grabbing the towel from the table aside, Athrun then started to dry the boy before him. He brushed the chocolate hair so softly, soothing the scalp by each touch. His gentle brush on the neck made Kira moaned in process. The fluffy fabrics then silently moved lower on Kira's back and curving each bump of the spine along the way. And there was that soft throaty voice slipping through Kira's lips as the fabrics (and Athrun's fingers) lightly touched the soft skin of Kira's chest. His spine jolting with lust upon hearing the sound and Athrun quickly decided that he, as much as he wanted to, should not dare to brush the skin again, afraid of snapping the last vestige of self control he had. And so he wrapped the towel and his arms around Kira's shoulder in a gentle hold. Humming softly on the back of his neck, soon he had the towel snuggled comfortably upon Kira's frail figure.
It wasn't until a moment or so that the arms were finally being moved. "See… I've told you, we're going to get you warm and dry." Athrun's voice was husky and low on Kira's ear. "Now, take off the pants will you?"
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Kira felt his head burst. He was so damn sure that he could beat a tomato right now. "Wha—what!"
"Baka. Don't do it in here, of course." Athrun's amused smile made his head felt dizzy. Was it only him or was that actually a smirk that was playing on his best friend's face?
Upon seeing the intense look in his best friend's eyes, Kira felt a jolt of something coursing through his vein. Athrun smiled that cryptic smile again, and leaned in closer to Kira, ignoring the notion of personal space as he whispered huskily in his ear, "Kira, the bedroom does sound nice to me."
"B—bedroom?" Okay, the fever must've really kicked in because there's no way that Athrun flirted with him right now (although, Kira himself found the idea to be rather nice actually).
Athrun chuckled upon seeing the panicking look in his face again, "Yes, the bedroom. I've prepared some dry clothes on the bed for you."
"Oh. Okay." Kira blushed again, looking so cute with a towel wrapped around his shoulder. "No peeking, okay?" said the smaller boy with a wary look on his face as he entered the said room.
"No peeking," said the blue haired one. "Now, change your clothes and get back for the soup."
Kira could hear Athrun's shuffling footsteps in the kitchen as he unbuckled his pants and took the oversized t-shirt on the bed ('Wanna Play?' was written on it). As he put on the loose pajama pants, he realized that his socks were already dripping wet, making his skin wrinkled and tinged in blue. Thank God the boxer isn't that wet, or else Kira would've lived down the embarrassment of asking Athrun to lend him his pair of boxer. Besides, his gut feeling told him that he'd be better off over dressed if he was about to spend the night in Athrun's apartment right now. It's just that… the way Athrun had looked at him tonight was so intense that it almost unnerving, even if the look itself had made his heart flutter in a mild excitement.
Have Athrun listened to his so called love confession? Could that be the reason behind all of those touching and brushing before? Does this mean that the feeling is somewhat mutual? But what if he's not? Is he still going to leave? Is he?
Kira's mind was working in overdrive and reeling in a dizzying start. The thoughts of 'why' and 'what ifs' swirled inside his half delusional mind. Unaware about his delirium state, Kira swayed a little as he walked through the kitchen door, lured by the warm smell of chicken soup.
But there, basking under the warm light of the kitchen stood Athrun with all his naked glory. Not that naked though, Kira thought almost disappointedly, only his well defined back and chest and abs were free to be seen. Kira noticed that Athrun already had his clothes changed into only that of a pair of loose black pants—the dry and crisp t-shirt still draped around his neck, revealing the well toned muscle of his body for Kira's eyes only. Athrun was not completely naked, but still Kira's face turned into that red of a tomato by the sight.
Athrun looked so good, Kira thought in his almost hazy state, almost mumbling his thoughts in result, which, in turn, made the blue haired boy to feel his presence too. Athrun turned his head and said, "Kira, you okay?"
"Aa, just put some clothes on will you?"
"Anything for you Kira-kun," the blue haired boy complied with a small grin in his face, making Kira's heart felt that flying little sparks in his heart. Pulling a nearby chair, Kira then sit before the dizzying rush came again. Athrun looked rather worried but he resumed his soup stirring once again. A comfortable silence drawn between the two, and it was moments like this that Kira treasured the most in his life.
"Ah, Kira. The soup is ready" Athrun said with a smile and stirred the soup for the last time before he turned off the stove. Kira wanted to return the smile but he faltered as his vision suddenly tilted into an odd angle. But before his body crashed the floor, a pair of strong arms managed to catch him in time.
"Ath…run." He found himself clinging to the other boy like a lifeline; his fingers grasped the front of Athrun's t-shirt like a child. The taller boy then scooped him in his arm with a concerned look in his eyes. Athrun's scent and warmth overwhelmed his senses, and despite of his delirious state, Kira had never felt this warm and safe before in his life. He held the taller boy closer and sighed, "Athrun…"
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Kira felt so light and warm in his arms, his lithe body clings to him as he fell to the floor. Athrun felt that tug of something in his heart upon seeing the frail figure. Kira looked so vulnerable and fragile, and suddenly his heart melted to the sight. He took the boy in his arms, holding him closer, wanting to protect him from the pain. "Shh… It'll be alright."
"I know…," the smaller boy smiled, "I believe in you."
Athrun felt his heart break. What was he thinking? Kira is his best friend and will always be that way. Kira trusted him that much, and here he was trying to get laid with his own best friend. What if he's going to be the one to hurt him?
He could not do this, this whole 'love thing' with Kira. Love is cruel and selfish, and he didn't want to hurt Kira. Nor did he want Kira to be the one to hurt him. He loved his best friend too much to let their bond of friendship to be damaged.
But this, to deny his love and wants for Kira was also too much. He wanted Kira to be his and his only, and he was being selfish for wanting him in such way. He hated himself for being that weak. It's like a sword that cut both ways and he could not put an end to it.
Unconsciously Athrun held the smaller boy tighter, moaning in pain, making the smaller boy to open his eyes and watched as the broken expression flittered in his face. But the boy said nothing and instead buried himself deeper to the taller boy's chest, his heart breaking a little.
Athrun opened the door of his room with a kick and rushed to put the smaller boy on his bed. "Kira, are you okay?"
"Ngh…," the violet eyed boy moaned again but this time in pain.
The blue haired boy brushed his hand against his temples, but then jerked away from the touch as if they were on fire. No, he could not do this again, just don't touch him again. "I'll go and bring the pills for you."
He came back with the pills and a glass of water. Sheen of sweat was already forming itself upon the writhing boy in his bed, his pale face flushed with fever. Athrun touch the boy carefully, "Kira… Here, drink these pills." He helped Kira to sit up from his sleeping position, carefully maneuvering his move not to touch the boy that much.
Kira drink the water in a rushing gulp, spilling some water on process, trickling them on the corner of his lips. Athrun was mesmerized by the trailing drops, wanting so much to touch them, fingers grazing almost tentatively before he abruptly took off his fingers from the skin.
"Are you alright?" Athrun asked to the boy. The violet eyed boy simply gazed at him with that intense look in his eyes. Forcing himself to turn away from those soul searing eyes, Athrun carefully took the glass and the bottle of pills on the night stand. He carefully touched the smaller boy again, pushing him gently onto the bed. "You should sleep."
"No…" Kira's voice seemed so lost in pain.
"You should sleep and let the drugs work." Athrun said in a neutral tone though his heart was starting to crack right now. He took the duvet and wrapped the fabrics around the shivering body. He considered to kiss Kira on the temple, but then decided only to brush the skin gently.
"No…" and tears started to form behind the boy's lids. His hands grasped to the blue haired boy's t-shirt so tight. Athrun tried to pry off the fingers from his t-shirt gently, "Kira… go to sleep."
The smaller boy went silent for a second before loosen his grip from the t-shirt and life a hand to cover his eyes. His other hands moved to grasp around Athrun's hand, meddling their fingers together in uncertainty. "No…"
"I… Kira..." And Athrun realized with a pang in his heart that the smaller boy was crying, his teardrops fell from behind his eyelids. Their fingers still intertwined to one another when Kira started to break. "Kira…"
"You're going to leave, aren't you? ... Leaving me behind again..." The voice was barely a whisper, but Athrun's heart clenched upon hearing the broken tone it had. "Stay… Be with me."
And Kira pulled him down almost too desperately with their still intertwining fingers, their forehead and lips touched one another in an almost kissing way, Athrun could almost taste the tears in his lips. "Stay…" The boy said between their ragged breaths.
"I will." I'm yours.
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The one pale moon hung behind his window pane. The bustling sounds of the city can be heard from below as Athrun wrapped his arm around the slumbering figure in his bed. He felt the steady rhythm of Kira's breathing and dropped his head to the curve of his shoulder, his chest to Kira's back, and spooning them together. He realized that he was fighting a long lost battle; any either way, his love for Kira was too much that it was able to bring back his yearning to remain beside the boy once again.
He cannot leave the boy. He wanted to remain by his side and to be with him, even only as a friend. And Kira had wanted him too, that much he knows. And if this whole 'love thing' is not working for the two of them, then he'd be more than happy to set them aside for the sake of Kira's happiness. Kira meant everything to him, and as long as Kira let him, and wanted him, to stay by his side, then it's enough.
Still with that thought lingering in his mind, Athrun let the sleep claimed him in a peaceful silence.
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He woke up with the warm sunlight fell upon his eyelids. The bright blue sky greeted his sight as he squinted against the light. The air was warm, though the trace of rain still lingered in the air; their drops slowly trailed the window glass.
His head still spun in a dizzying start, but gone were the cold for a pair of warm and strong arms coiled around his waist. He was entrapped within the warmth, and the scent, the scent was overwhelming his senses. Morning or not, Athrun always smelled so nice.
W--wait…. Athrun? No. No. It can't be.
He's here, besides him. Kira wanting so much to believe it, wanting so much to twine his fingers with his, but was afraid to move, afraid of breaking the moment. Because being here, here with Athrun, felt so right, so complete. This is the place where he had always wanted to be. This is his reason to be.
If this is a dream, then just let me stay for a little while, he said to himself before melting almost too gratefully to Athrun's welcoming hold. And the time seemed to stop as he watched the shadow slithered away from the darkness; the sun reached the top of the sky. Athrun's constant steady heartbeats, the soft sounds he made whilst sleeping, the stirring of warm breaths upon his neck, these… these are the things he truly lived for.
He wanted the moment to last… forever. But it didn't. And as the sun fully reached his throne, Kira felt Athrun stirred from his sleep. His arms started to loosen his hold against Kira. Kira closed his eyes and pretending to be asleep once more, feeling too awkward to face his best friend with the tears started to form in his eyes. He's going to leave…
After a moment or so, Athrun untwined his hold from Kira. Athrun brushed his fingers against the side of his neck so softly before he finally leaves the bed. And Kira felt his heart break as the bed squeaked from the losing weight. A soft resounding click from the door and Athrun's soft quiet footsteps were lost beyond the walls.
Counting to ten, Kira gathered himself back together again. Trying to hold the tears that was threatened to fall, Kira stared at the walls blindly, completely unaware of the opening click of the door.
"Kira, you awake?" said Athrun from the opened door.
The silence hung inside the room as the other boy moved closer to the bed. The mattress dipped under the added weight. Athrun shook his shoulder gently, "Kira… How's your head?"
Kira refused to answer, afraid to be seen so weak in front of his best friend. "I… I'm fine," he said with a hoarse voice, cracked with tears.
Athrun, sensing the pain in Kira's voice, decided to push his best friend's shoulder so that he could see his face. He gasped upon seeing the glistening violet eyes. "Kira, what's wrong? Do you need to see the doctor?"
"No…" I need you.
Athrun cupped the face with his hand, searching for something on those beautiful violet orbs, and Kira unconsciously leaned in to the touch. His lips nuzzled to the palm almost lovingly, feeling the need to drown himself inside the warmth. Athrun, by instinct, started to close the gap between their lips. Getting closer as each second passed…
BEEEEEEEEEP.
The two boys snapped out of the trance as the beeping sound continued to fill the room. Athrun smiled almost too sheepishly as he fumbled across the drawer, snatching his beeping cellphone in result. "Ah… there you are," he smiled triumphantly.
"Y—your cellphone?" Kira stuttered in his words.
"Yeah. I sort of left it on my room yesterday. I thought I already lost it." Athrun started to shuffle the phone and checked the messages box.
"Ye—yesterday?" The now fully awake Kira fumbled hastily from the bed. Oh my God, so he hasn't heard the message.
"Hn. Do you know that Lacus called me about nine times last night? Oi Kira… You left a message for me--"
"Don't!" Kira desperately trying to snatch the phone from the other boy's hand, making the phone slipped and landed on the bed in result. And Athrun, being the trained soldier that he is, caught Kira's hand in reflex as the message begin to play in a speaker phone mode.
Both boys stood in silence as the message resound inside the room; Athrun in a stunned silence while Kira felt himself surrounded by the thick air of fearful silence. And when the message ended, Kira started to wiggle his way out of Athrun's fierce hold.
In the end Athrun win.
Kira bent his head down, afraid of seeing the look in his best friend's eyes. "Athrun… let go of me, please."
Athrun refused to let go of his hold, but he did lose his finger from his wrist, giving Kira his chance to walk away from this. But Kira realized with a sharp clarity in his heart that he couldn't, even if he wanted to. Feeling the thick silence between the two, Kira felt the growing fear in his heart, please don't hate me for this, just don't walk away from me. And he started to sob quietly upon realizing his inability to walk away from the warmth that was Athrun's, "I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I only wanted to be with you."
The warm hands loosen their hold against Kira, but instead of walking away, Athrun wrapped his arms around Kira's shoulder, "Kira… I… Thank you. Thank you…" His head came to rest upon the violet eyed boy's shoulder.
Kira, in return, held the other boy closer, sobbing against his chest, "Don't go… Hate me if you want to, but just don't leave me alone… A year without you is just too much for me."
The blue haired youth frowned in confusion, "What one year? I was only goingaway for about one week."
"Bu—but Cagalli said…"
"Well, she's wrong." Athrun lifted the violet eyed boy's chin so gently, and smiled, "Baka… I will never leave you."
Kira's eyes widened in surprises, making Athrun laughed in result, "Besides, don't you see... this feeling is quite mutual..."
And Kira laughed that hearty laughs in return. The two of them felt sosilly with their fumbling mistakes, but both were also drowned inside that blissful knowledge of finding themselves complete again. And somewhere between that laughter, their lips finally meet each other for the first time. Lips that were soft, warm, yielding, and yearning to each other. But also wet and hot from the searing passion that was being unleashed. And soon they had the room filled with gasps, moans, and burning touches as their soul were finally being put together.
The road may not be always smooth and easy. Heavy clouds, raging storm, and torrent rain may lie ahead. And there will be some misunderstandings, heated arguments, and angry punches that came along the journey. But as long they are together… it doesn't really matter at all.
-Fin-
A/N: Three cheers for me. My first completed series. In case you're not noticing, I wrote this series with a changing writing style on each chapter. This is my first trial of writing a humor, so… yeah, I am a little sucks on writing humor. Though, writing a sexy and (slightly) perverted Athrun is kind of fun. By the way, I just realized that Kira is so GAY in GSEED (not GSD), I mean is there any normal straight guy wanting to wear a green pants on a daily basis?
Anyway, want some more? Review please!
