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A/N: I'm not totally pleased with this chapter. I feel like it jumps around too much. Meh.
Kira knocked lightly on Miriallia's door. He couldn't see Dearka around, but there were no voices coming from inside. What was going on with her? She was avoiding Dearka totally, and still acting really depressed. He had thought she was getting over Tolle's death, if not Tolle himself. Kira sighed and looked at the floor. He should have known better. Miriallia had always been good at hiding her feelings. But, if that was the case, why couldn't she conceal them around Dearka? She was like an open book around him, and something about that bothered him.
Dearka leaned back farther into the pillows. He was happy that she was allowing him within a hundred meters of her, but he couldn't help but get the feeling that something was wrong. Her emotions were constantly changing, and she always acted as if there was something else on her mind. Sighing he leaned his head back, determined to enjoy this and not worry. All hopes of relaxation were shattered as soon as he heard the door creak open. This couldn't be good for him.
Kira took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that whatever he'd find would have a perfectly good explanation. But what he did find was a bit disturbing. Miriallia was curled up on top of Dearka, looking quite cozy, while Dearka had something resembling a guilty smile on his face.
Dearka wasted no time in pointing at Miriallia, trying to communicate to Kira that this was all her doing, while praying to every deity he could think of that Kira would hear him out, although he had to wonder how he could explain his situation to Kira without waking Miriallia up. This would take talent, not that he was lacking in that department. Dearka smirked. Apparently his ego had snuck in with Kira.
Kira knew he had to hear Dearka out. The blonde had seemed quite frightened when they'd had their chat earlier that morning, so he could only assume there was an extremely good explanation for this situation. He was about to say something when he saw how Dearka was trying in vain to remove himself from Miriallia's grasp without disturbing her sleep. Rolling his eyes at the scene, Kira breezed across the room and effortlessly removed Miriallia from the bed. While Dearka was getting up, he glanced down at the girl in his arms. As he stared at her sleeping face, he sighed. 'What are you getting yourself into Mir?' He wondered. She had been so badly wounded emotionally when Tolle had died, he wasn't sure she'd be able to handle another blow, even if it was a small one such as a breakup. Some part of him just didn't trust Dearka. He was the total opposite of Tolle. Where Tolle had been nice and gentle, Dearka was sarcastic and blunt. Where Tolle could keep the peace between almost anybody, Kira was sure Dearka was more likely to start a brawl than bring an end to one, yet somehow, somehow they had both managed to find one girl that they would risk their lives to protect.
"Hey, uh, Kira. I'm not that slow. You can put her down now." Kira almost jumped when he heard the voice in his ear.
"Oh, uh yeah, okay." Kira said, trying not to sound too out of it. He gently placed her down, pulling a blanket up to just under her chin.
"I'm not going to hurt her, you know." Dearka stated.
He wasn't sure what had inspired him to say it, but he had. Kira really needed to understand that he would not hurt her in any way. He could only wonder what would happen when he had to meet her parents. First he had assisted in the destruction of Heliopolis, and then stolen their daughter from right under their noses, and if her friends were this tough… Dearka shuddered at the thought.
"Maybe not intentionally," Kira told him, now facing the door. "But everybody she knows will compare you to Tolle, and you have to understand it's not going to be easy to withstand the pressure that will be put on you. If you can't hold under this, you won't stand a chance against anybody else. Hell, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I don't like this and neither does Sai, but if Miriallia can see something in you, we'll put up with you. Just, just don't hurt her." Kira said, trying to prove his point. Miriallia had an open wound, and he couldn't help but consider Dearka as salt. If they came together at all, it could only cause pain, but the faster they got together, the more pain there would be.
Dearka wasn't sure what to feel. Here was this guy, pretty much telling him that he hated him, but he would put up with him just so he could see his friend happy, even if he thought she would just end up getting hurt in the end. At least, that was what he could gather from it. There had to be something seriously wrong with this guy. Or maybe Dearka was just incapable of interpreting what he meant. Either way, he was extremely confused. "So, you're not going to hurt me?" He asked, shocked. He had honestly been expecting a beating. Kira turned around to look at him.
"We'll see." Dearka had to bite his lip hard to keep the grin from creeping up onto his face. He had gotten off easy twice in less than three hours. Damn, he was good. Once Kira had left, he sat down on the floor, leaning his head against the bed. Yzak had left earlier that morning, and had tried to convince Dearka to go with him. He had refused; feeling the need to figure things out before he made any moves. He had a lot to think about. Yzak had told him ZAFT would excuse his betrayal, and he could join them again. He wasn't sure if he wanted that though. He didn't know what he wanted. Dearka sighed. He would just have to take things one-step at a time.
Miriallia had felt so relaxed, so safe when she fell asleep. It was like everything was okay again, but after a while; her peaceful dreams were becoming more depressing. At first, she couldn't tell what was going on, but then she saw it, she saw him. He was smiling at her. They were on earth. Their families had been camping together. They were walking along a beach, an amazing sunset in the background. They turned onto a dock, and sat down at the end. She leaned her head against his shoulder, wanting the moment to last forever. He wrapped his arm around her waist, sharing his warmth with her. She sighed blissfully; she had been the luckiest girl in the world, too busy admiring the view to notice the mischievous grin on his face. The next thing she knew, she was in the water. The scene changed. She was by water again, but he wasn't there. No. He had died over the water. That was where she was. She was standing as close as she could to the area he had died over. She couldn't breathe. All she could hear was herself, calling out for Kira and Him. Why was she remembering this? Was she dreaming? She couldn't tell.
Dearka looked over at the girl sleeping on the bed. Her face was no longer peaceful. She looked worried, and she was shaking. A tear fell from the corner of her eye, leaving a crystalline trail down the side of her face.
A/N: I'll probably take just as long finishing the next chapter as I took writing this. You see, I've fallen in love with another pairing. Don't you hate it when that happens? I will finish this story, It'll just take a lot longer than I'd originally planned.