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Chapter ten is finally here! Sorry bout the long wait. I took some time off this story to update some of my other fics. But it's here at last. I'll stop talking now and write the story.
Green eyes fixed on the ocean. What had he done? What. Had. He. Done? Last time I checked, you killed your best friend, a voice in his head mumbled. For once, he didn't ignore it. It was right, he'd killed Kira. Kira was one of the few people he'd ever been able to call friend. Nicol was your friend too, the voice reasoned. "Kill because someone was killed, be killed because you killed, how's that supposed to end a war?" Cagalli's question rang in his ears. It couldn't end the war, but...
'Hey, Zala.' Jo's soft voice interuped his thoughts. Sighing, he turned to her. Like him, her arm was in a sling. She wasn't half as graceful as she used to be. The weight of the broken bones threw her off balance. Yet her smile was still in place. 'You alright?' she asked. He shrugged. 'Been better. You?' 'I'm alright. Can I ask you something?' He nodded. 'That boy in Orb, with the bird, he was Strike's pilot, wasn't he.'
Athrun stared at her, in shock. She took his silence as a yes, and looked away. 'You gave him the bird, didn't you? You were his best friend, weren't you?' He nodded, struggling to hold back tears. 'So...so, you've just killed your best friend for...for me and Nicci.' she mumbled softly. 'I...I never wanted to, but...but the wreckage of Blitz and you...I just got so angry. And now I've hurt so many people because of it. I didn't want to kill him, things just got out of hand.'
He collapsed to his knees, tears sliding down his face. 'I didn't want to.' he choked. Jo's arm drapped round his shoulders. She was shaking slightly. 'Was this war really worth everything that's happened?' She whispered. 'No. No it wasn't, but...but we can't turn back now.' he answered, though he was still unable to stem the flow of tears. 'I know.' he heard her whisper.
Kira groaned, and pulled his eyes open. Where was he? He turned his head slowly, and his eyes landed on a very beautiful face, framed by light pink hair. He knew that face. Lacus smiled at him. 'Good morning. Do you know who I am?' He smiled and nodded. (AN: I'm just making this conversation up. Bear with me.) 'You're safe now, Kira. You're in the PLANTs.' He stared at her, trying to remember what'd happened.
The image of the Aegis exploding entered his mind. Had Athrun been rescued, or was he...No, no, no! Athrun wasn't dead! Someone had to have rescued him. He had to be OK! He had to be! 'Kira?' Lacus asked. He looked at her again, and burst into tears. Lacus wrapped her gentle arms round him. 'Don't cry, Kira. It's alright. Hush.'
Athrun walked back to his room, Jo behind him. His door slid open silently, revealing Yzak sitting on his bed and Creuset standing by the wall. 'Ah, there you are, Athrun.' Creuset said smiling. Jo walked over to Yzak and sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Creuset spared them a glance, his smile slipping slightly. It was back in place a split second later.
'Athrun, because of your high preformance against Strike you've been awarded a medal, and a replacement for the Aegis,' Creuset paused for a minute, taking in Athrun's stunned face. He sighed, he didn't want to lose the boy. 'And you're being transferred to space.'
'WHAT?' the three teens shouted. Jo and Yzak had jumped to their feet and were shouting in protest. Athrun merely stared, going from red to white at a surprising rate. Creuset raised his hand, signaling for Yzak and Jo to be quiet. They did so, both as white as Athrun. 'You'll leave tomorrow, make sure you leave nothing behind you. It's my deepest regret to lose a soldier like you.' With that, he strode out of the room.
'That's not fair! How could they just transfer you like that!' Jo asked, angrily. Numbly, Athrun went to his wardrobe, and started throwing things out onto the bed. He didn't even listen to what the others said, all they would do was yell about the transfer. And that wouldn't help. It's not like that would change anything. He turned back around, and froze.
'Your aim could do with work, Zala.' Yzak growled, as he pushed a pair of trousers of his shoulder. Jo nodded in agreement, pulling a tee-shirt of her head. He couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. The other two glared, but couldn't help laughing as well.
Jo ended up hugging him again, almost hysterical. Yzak grabbed him in a headlock. 'Don't you dare die, Zala! Cause if you do, I'm following you to the afterlife, pulling you back and killing you myself! Got that?' He nodded, attempting to smile. It didn't work. It wasn't fair! Why do I have to leave these two so soon after losing Dearka and Nicol? It's not fair!'
But, in war, nothing ever was...
So, what ya think? Dearka and Nicol will show up again next chapter, I promise! And Dearka's encounter with a crazy Mirilla is still there. And I know, this chapter was really short. I kinda ran out of ideas. Sorry bout that. Drop me a review. Please?
