Disclaimer: Everyone who's read Gundam Seed fanfictions knows what's said here. I don't own Gundam Seed.
a/n: Um, sorry I was gone for a week. You see, my aunt took me to Surigao, a city that is very far from my PC. For three days. Get my point? Ya. BTW, in my fic, Lacus has a maid named Mana too. Didja notice? Well, enough with the chatter, I'll leave ya with this chappie, okay? I dedicate this chappie to steshin, whose birthday is on the 11th.
Chapter 2: Who are you? Who am I?
April 12 CE 75 11:31 am
"Cagalli! Wait!" Athrun called, trying to catch up with the blond-haired nineteen-year old on a sidewalk full of people.
Finally, he was able to grab Cagalli's arm.
"Let me go, Athrun," Cagalli said in an unusually calm voice, as opposed to her earlier outburst at Coffee Palace.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Athrun apologized. "I-I figured that if I told you this right after you knew about… what happened to Kira, you wouldn't be able to handle it."
Cagalli turned and faced him. "You know we can't be together anymore. You're going to get married soon. And any nosy paparazzi seeing us would bring problems to you, me, and the ORB government."
"I know you, Cagalli. You don't give a damn about any of those things."
"Yes I do," she said quietly.
"Since when?"
"Since…" she wriggled her wrist free of Athrun's grasp, "… now."
"Please, don't do this," Athrun pleaded, swallowing so he could hold back tears. Boys didn't cry after all. At least,not when there were other people around.
"Goodbye, Athrun," Cagalli said, running away again, tears flowing down her cheeks. I'm going to miss you, she thought.
Athrun was frozen in his place. Even as the clouds darkened and blocked the sun, he stayed there. And just when the tears leaked out of his eyes, it rained heavily, drenching Athrun and his clothes in an instant.
Like I said, boys didn't cry. Not when there were others around to see them.
Later, the rain had long subsided. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon.
The body of a brown-haired boy had drifted to the shore of an abandoned beach resort. The boy was lying on his back, his face a pale white, unmoving. To make a long story short, he was lifeless. As in dead. Or was he?
The light of the setting sun bathed him with orange, and he stirred, as if someone was waking him up. He coughed and then opened his eyes.
I'm alive? he thought. And then something hit him.
He didn't know who he was. He didn't know his name, or where he came from.
The amethyst-eyed teenager stood up and searched his pockets for identification. Nothing was found.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he asked himself aloud.
Just then he heard voices. He looked at the street just beyond the beach. There were four men in black surrounding a blond-haired man.
"Give us the damn documents or else," one of the black-suited people said.
"Or else what?" the blond-haired man said, unafraid.
The man took out a gun from his jacket pocket.
"H-Hey! What're you doing?" the boy yelled, running to the side of the street where the scene was happening.
"Stay out of this, kiddo. Or there'll be hell to pay," one of the men said.
"He's right, kid," the man with blond hair agreed, speaking for the first time.
"We'll have to dispose of him, though," a third man said. "He knows too much."
Suddenly, the blond-haired man knocked out the gun from the first man's hand with his elbow. The boy kicked the other one where it hurts. Instantly, he fell on his knees.
By then other men in black (probably the man's bodyguards) appeared and took care of the other two.
"Thanks kid," the man said, "Although I could've handled those talking baboons by myself."
"What did they want anyway?" the boy wondered.
"My documents. See, I just perfected a new technology, and someone, probably Rau Le Creuset from West Coast electronics, wants it for himself. And he can't exactly steal my invention without any data," he explained, like it wasn't a major issue.
"By the way, my name's Mwu La Flaga," the man said, introducing himself.
The teenager stayed silent.
"What's the matter? You don't have a name or what?"
The brunette nodded. A short silence followed.
"You wanna come to Germany with me?" Mwu asked out of the blue.
"What?"
"Well, since you don't have a name and all, and no one else is gonna take over my company when I'm dead, maybe you could be my successor," Mwu suggested. "That is, if it's alright with you."
"I don't have anywhere else to go anyway."
Then as if on cue, a sleek black limo stopped in front of them.
"I guess that's our ride kid," Mwu announced. "Come on."
The younger person nodded and followed Mwu in the cool-looking car.
April 15 CE 75 3:40 pm
Athrun and Lacus were to be married today. And Cagalli, true to her word, did not attend. Why would she? How could she?
"Do you, Lacus Clyne, acceptAthrun Zalato be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or for poorer…" Yadda yadda yadda.
Lacus bit her lip. Athrun looked at her. "I... I do," she said.
And then the priest asked Athrun the same question. "I do," he said.
"You may kiss the bride."
Athrun leaned closer to Lacus and kissed her. On the cheek.
"I know it's hard, Lacus," Athrun whispered. "I wish it didn't have to be like this."
"Me too, Athrun. Me too."
The days then wore on slowly. Cagalli's, Athrun's, and Lacus' lives were pretty much uneventful. That is, until two years later.
December 4 CE 77 4:15 pm
His name was Shawn. Shawn Frost. Mwu La Flaga's "son." After two years of learning, he was now fit to be the successor of Munchausen electronics. And he was contented with that. And he was happy, because he knew he was loved. Not just by Mwu, the person who posed as his father, but also by Fllay Allster, the girl he loved.
He'd met her a year ago. What happened that night could've been identical to a scene in a movie or soap opera.
And this was how it happened.
May 5 CE 76 11:10 pm
"Damn," Fllay muttered, trying to lose the bodyguards following her around. Dad lied again, she thought. She made her father promise not to send out any more bodyguards to follow her, but obviously he broke that promise. Thinking about that made her run faster.
Meanwhile, Shawn was leaning on his motorbike. Yes, motorbike. He was never really in to sports cars, or any kind of car for that matter. Anyway, at that moment, he was thinking. Thinking about who he really was, before he became Shawn Frost. Yet he couldn't remember a thing.
His train of thought was halted by a certain maroon-haired girl who ran to him, out of breath.
"Hey, can you help me get out of here?" she asked.
Shawn, being the nice guy, said, "Sure."
Fllay hopped on the seat of the bike. Shawn followed and started the engine just as Fllay's bodyguards appeared.
"See ya!" Fllay yelled right before Shawn drove the bike away. To Shawn, she said, "Hey, thanks."
"No problem."
"By the way, I'm Fllay Allster."
"Shawn Frost. By the way, why'd you want to get away from your bodyguards?" he said, his tousled brown hair flying.
"Even you can tell that they're bodyguards," Fllay said, not answering the question.
"You don't like having eyes watch you all the time do you?"
"Yeah. You could say that."
"..."
"Um, can I ask you something?" Fllay asked.
"What is it?"
"Do you mind if I spend the night at your place? My father will need time to cool down. He's probably mad right now," she said.
"Well, okay, since I'm sure you're not going to tell me where you live anyway," Shawn answered.
"Thanks, Shawn."
Right now, Shawn was talking to Mwu.
"Hey, kid," Mwu said, "I think you should handle this business meeting on my behalf."
"Why?"
"I trust you, Shawn. I'm pretty sure you can handle it. Besides, someone's gotta stick around here in Germany," he replied, grinning. Shawn nodded.
"Here," Mwu handed Shawn a plane ticket. "I saved you the trouble of having to buy a ticket."
"Thanks, Mwu."
"No problem. Just remember not to be late for your flight, okay? You leave for ORB tomorrow."
ORB, he thought. I haven't been there for a long time.
A/n: Well, whatcha think? Sorry I had to hook up Kira-slash-Shawn with Fllay. But of course the story's just begun. I'll update again next week. That is, if I can. Remember, patience is a virtue, but does not apply to me. Heheheh.
