Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM SEED. I can wish but it will never happen!

OK IF YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW HOW THIS FIC IS GOING TO END GO TO CHAPTER 1!

Outside in the rain, mourning people stood on each side as the great big oak doors opened. A grand mahogany casket was being carried out upon several men's shoulders who were instantly drenched in the rain. They made it down to a row of ZAFT soldiers all saluting to their deceased comrade. Athrun Zala followed slowly behind with a group of friends and family members. Clenching his hands tightly in a fist he kept his tears from falling.

It was all a daze to him. He could only remember Dearka putting his hand on his soldier, Yzak walking back to join them as soon as he sat the casket down, and the pastor preaching the final resting words. Nicol, he was dead, soon to be buried. He left them behind in a war that Athrun didn't quite understand. How did it start? When will it end? Why are we here, alone to fight this alone? Nicol had once asked him these questions; Athrun still couldn't answer them, no matter how long he thought on the matter.

Now all that was left was a tarnished body stuck inside of a casket. Athrun couldn't bare to see his best friend being pulled out of the remains of his gundam, nor could he accompany his mother to the mortriary when they were going to do his make up, or try to make him at least look human. Dearka had seen him, Yzak had not out of the guilt of calling him a coward all these years only for Nicol to prove him wrong in the ultimate way, sacrificing himself to save his comrades.

Everyone left but the remaining three, they all bowed there heads as they both dropped there medals they had received from Nicol's bravery, for he deserved it more than they. Athrun dropped to his knees and cried softly. Yzak and Dearka left him, thinking it was best to leave him. They left him to ponder on his thoughts, and Athrun began to remember his friend.

Ok really badly written I KNOW...but its just a prologue so just continue to the actual story!