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Stolen

A Gundam SEED fanfiction by Pluto Mint

Rating: PG-13

Summary: AthrunKira. Destiny, love, and friendship.

Warning: Shounen ai themes. If you don't like it, don't read, don't flame.

Stolen

Prologue

Close your eyes, and I will be swimming
Lullaby fills your room, and I will be singing
Singing to only you
Don't forget, I'll hold your head
Watch the night sky fading red

How long had he been here? How long had he been unconscious? An hour? Two hours? A day? Or was it only a mere minute? The night sky… it was fading slowly, merging into a morning sky as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. So it's almost morning, and here he was sprawled in the middle of a snowy field, trembling.

It's cold. The air was crisp and thin. If he had any strength left, his teeth would have chattered due to the cold. Oh how he felt sotired, alone, and soaked by the snow. His hands trembled slightly, the tip of his fingers numbed by the cold and biting wind. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see the feathers and the snow falling ever so softly from the almost dawn sky in a blur. Amidst the feathers and the snow, he looked so fragile with his torn shirt stained with blood. Like a fallen angel, broken and battered. But the snow, they are floating all over him, slowly descending upon his body, and cocooning him like a slow spin of redemption—albeit the blood splattered upon it. And he didn't know whose blood it was; he didn't really give a damn anymore.

It hurts to breathe with his lungs filled with blood. He licked his cold and dry lips, and felt the saltiness and the bitterness of his own tears and maybe blood.

Cold... Dark… I am alive? Why?

And he can't help but to wonder about the other boy, is he alright?

A sudden pain searing through his body as he drag himself upright from his fallen position. Almost sobbing with his breath held, head bent and low, he felt so weak and bitter.

His eyes, they were shadowed by the anguish, tainted with loneliness, looked so hollow and empty. All he could see was the darkness that still fell upon to the earth. The night still claimed the sky; but they dimmed slowly as the sun slowly ascending over the horizon. Yet somehow, he could barely see another figure sprawled in the middle of the snowed field.

Unmoved. Untouched. Stoned. Dead under the moonless sky.

Blinking his eyes several times, he felt the sudden burst of emotion in his heart. His chest felt tight, they are constricted by the sudden fervor of emotions. Forcefully, he dragged himself toward the cold and stiff figure, and silently whispered his secret prayers into the sky. God… please let him be alright.

Lost within the haze of his own sights, his head hurt so bad, it felt like it will explode in a mere seconds. His feet swayed a little, all shaky and weak, and he felt delirious with his fever intermingled with sighs. And it's easier to let go, to let himself lost within the darkness swirling before his sight, but he keep on walking even though now his feet have turned so wobbly and weak. And it's so hard to breathe with a pair of broken and blood-filled lung, his wounded hand clutching his heart as he fell to his knees.

He reached out his hands but he was too weak and tired, and soon he found himself falling softly to the snow once again. No matter what I do I can never reach you, can't I? Smiling with bitterness, he lifted his gaze to the other sprawled figure. Unable to move, he rolled to his side with the last remains of his strength, watching the other boy silently, simply gazing at him.

"Torii..."

He blinked and lifted his head to see a flash of green soaring in the almost blue sky. "Torii…" he called out the bird's given name. The said mechanical bird flipped its wing before descending itself onto the palm of his hand. A gentle peck was given onto his numbed skin; he smiled at the bird tenderly. "Torii, it's so cold in here. I can't even feel my own fingers." The bird chirped affectionately, as if it was willed to push the pain away. "It's cold and soon I'll be leaving you… If… if he's alive then… you… you take care of him okay?"

"Torii…" the bird chirped once again and nuzzled onto his dampened cheek before flipping its wings and fly into the arms of the other boy. He smiled that sorrowful smile once again, willing himself to stay awake as he lifted his gaze to the other boy.

The snow flakes were falling softly from the almost morning sky; the silence making his eyelids grew heavy with each passing second. The feathers—the last remains of their battle, and the snow flakes were descending upon the other boy with such grace. They swirled and melt to each other in his blurry eyes. It's beautiful. He's beautiful. The wheezing sound of the winter breeze was barely audible, and soon the serenity of the moment lulled him into a deep slumber. Silent tears slid from the corner of his eyes, even in death they're still torn apart. And it's so ironic, for only at this moment the boy was truly his. Only at this moment he was able to look at the other with such deep affectionate eyes, meant only for him, meant only for the one that he loved the most. And he was sorry that it has to end up this way, he was sorry they didn't make it to the end. But it's enough, this brief unshared moment of happiness, of harboring such love to the other, even if it was unknown to the other, but it's still alright anyway.

He's still happy anyway. And maybe this is it. This is the moment he gets to be free.

The dawn was quiet and calm; the tranquility of it all was making him at ease. I pray for you to be alright… But it was the soft moan caught in his ears that brought the peace to him. I pray for you to be happy… And oddly enough, the sound was also enough to make him smile before he closed his eyes—he's alive— and surrendered to the darkness once again.

But as you sleep, and no one is listening
I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking
Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you
Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me

TBC

A/N: Who's dead? Who's not? Is it Kira or is it Athrun? Or is it neither one of them? This fic moved backwards, so this chapter is probably half pictured how the story ends. And the fic will also featured Cagalli, Lacus, Mwu, and Raw. And Yzak and Dearka of course. I do admit that there are a couple of grammar mistakes in this chapter, I'm just too lazy to edit it.

And since the fic would be consisted by multiple chapters, I need to know if it's appropriate to continue the fic. This is a pilot chapter. It means, I will only continue the fic if I get the appropriate response. In other words, I will only continue the fic if there are people who wanted me to continue the fic. If you want me to continue, then write your review.

If I get a flame, then shame on you. I pity you, retard soul!

By the way, the italic phrase was actually a song lyric but I forgot who sing it.

Anyway, do write your review please! Thanks