Yes...I do take my time to update, especially since school just started. I'm being lazy currently, but don't fret-my work will improve, and I swear I'm going to pay more attention in English! Well, that was off-topic...so YEAAAH...(and everyone runs away...) Well, I have updated, and everything is just...peachy...muahahahaha!
Chapter 9On the same night that Athrun rings Cagalli to deliver to her his shocking ultimatum…
"Kira?" Flay asked, puzzled by her English text. It was Sophocles Antigone and she was having trouble interpreting it.
"Yeah?"
"What does it mean by 'Lay my pride bare to the blows of ruin?'" Flay asked quite dumbly. Really, she hadn't asked Kira, the best tutor in the arts areas to come here to help her with studies. Oh no, there was an ulterior motive here, one far more sinister than just tutoring…
Today, Lacus, I will have my sweet revenge on you…Flay though mirthlessly, then returned her attention to Kira talking. Listening to him explain Sophocles was starting to become boring. Maybe she should move to Phase Two of her plan…
Besides, the time is right. I can pull it off…perfectly…Flay smiled innocently at Kira, then returned to annotating her book. Slowly, she began to move her hand up Kira's thing, rubbing it in a caressing motion. Kira, slightly unnerved, tried to ignore her repeated attempts to come onto him. Flay pretended she was getting aroused. No she didn't pretend. She was getting aroused!
Suddenly, the red-head girl made her move. Swiftly, she moved her arm to rest on Kira's shoulder, and circling him, pushed him onto down, pinning him on the couch they'd been sitting on. Quickly, she pushed her lips down onto Kira's, and felt the older boy struggle underneath her. Pressing further still, she waited for him to stop struggling, and when he did, she pulled away a bit, putting a mischievous glint into her eyes.
"Come on Kira…" she murmured seductively, her bare thighs rubbing against his legs. "You know you want it…we could, just quickly, couldn't we?" Again, the slight, but fading struggles. Again she pressed her petite frame onto his sinewy body. She could feel him getting aroused, and she whispered into his ear. Words of seduction, sex and lust flowed from her mouth, and the boy stopped struggling, enraptured by the temptress' words of paradise. Slowly, she stood up, taking her time, and began to undress. Off went the pink shirt, the grey miniskirt, until she had only her underwear on. Climbing back onto the motionless boy, who was staring at her, eyes wide, she moved her hand closer to the hemline of his jeans. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt, let it slide from her grasp onto the floor. And then she let, gradually, slipped her fingers under the waist of his jeans, and began to pull them off…
Kira made no movements, his beating heart holding him in place. Every instinct he had screamed at him to run away, but he couldn't tear himself away from Flay's naked body. Ever so slowly, she began to unclasp her bra-
-and the door opened, to reveal a beaming Lacus, who, catching sight of Kira on the floor, with Flay on top of him, both half-naked, jumped to the immediate conclusion : Kira was going to have sex with Flay. He was having an affair. Blanching, she blinked, as though trying to imagine what she'd seen was an illusion, a hallucination in her mind. But it wasn't.
"Kira! How…how could you?" Her voice broke as she cried out at him. An overflowing fountain of sadness replaced the sudden emptiness in her heart. Sobbing, she ran from the doorway and out into the cold night. Kira looked from Flay to the now empty doorway where Lacus had stood.
"You bitch…" Kira swore underneath his breath. His stinging words were totally different from the calm, collected, and genuinely positive young boy at school. He glared at Flay, anger coursing through his veins, and spat at her. "FUCK YOU, YOU WHORE! FREGGING GET OUTTA MY LIFE!" In an instance, he slapped her, and, hurriedly getting dressed, ran out of the house, desperately trying to find Lacus.
Flay looked at the empty doorway Lacus had stood at, the doorway Kira had just run out of. Smiling to herself, she realised-she'd probably have ruined the relationship between that bitch Lacus and Kira. And the…then she would have Kira all for herself. Smiling insanely, cruel, lustful thoughts running through her mind, she dressed, and began to read her Sophocles book again.
Little did she know-the whole scene had been filmed.
Yzak looked at his introductory Calculus, annoyed, and unable to discern the answer from what notes he had made. At this point, Yzak's rage had caused him to pull his hair out in frustration, and he picked up the notes and re-read them, before chucking them onto the desk, thoroughly annoyed. He kicked his chair, and screamed "GOD! WHY DO YOU HATE YOUR OH-SO-FAITHFUL-YET-OH-SO-ANGRY SUBJECT? WHY?" Cursing everything he could think of at that moment in time, a long line of colourful swearing left his mouth.
Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath. Breath in…breathe out. Breathe in…breathe out. Finding his inner peace…was hard. "Dammit! Why can't I complete this stupid-"
"Yzak? Someone's on the phone. Asks for you. His name is…I'm sorry, what's your name? Nicol…it's Nicol!" Yzak's mother, Ezaria called out. Heading downstairs, Yzak smiled to himself inwardly. Nicol was far better in Calculus than he was, so he could expect answers from his…friend…
"Nicol! How are you?" Yzak said, putting on a false, sickly sweet voice. He would befuddle and sweet talk the answers out of his friend, who, in his opinion, was just another naïve boy in this world. "Why did you call?"
"Hi Yzak! I'm good thanks! Me and my parents are coming on a camping trip, as I told your mother earlier, and we invited all of your family to come along. Oh, and Athrun and Kira are coming as well! They aren't bringing any family though…I'm going to ring Dearka afterwards." Nicol said in one long blurt. He seemed to be breathing heavily after saying so much, so Yzak let him catch his breath while he contemplated what he'd heard.
A camping trip? All the guys? Fun? Hmm…all they were missing was beer. Of course, with a temper like his, that might not be wise, but so? Grinning, he responded jubilantly "I'm in. Besides the boys, who else is coming?"
"You might not believe it, but my cousin Shiho has come back from Russia! You know? Shiho Hahnenfuss?" Nicol asked, seeming to somehow forget a little gathering party at a fateful Christmas between the Joules and the Amalfis…
4 years ago
A thirteen-year old silver haired boy stood at a window of the Amalfi house, looking out at the snow falling placidly down from a cloudy sky. Mistletoe hung above every doorway, and Yzak had made a point not to walk underneath the doorways with a girl. He smiled, taking a sip from the cup of tea he was holding in his hand. Everything looked so beautiful from this window, and he was actually enjoying himself. Maybe tonight would be a good night…
Turning from the window, he noticed a brunette sitting in an armchair by the fire. Most of the family members of both families-the Joules and the Amalfis- were sitting in the family room, which was bigger than the living room, and it too had a fireplace. Nicol really was a lucky guy, to have such a nice house…
He looked at the girl again-sharp face, neatly cut brown hair, grey eyes that were staring away into the fire. Pah…stupid woman Yzak thought. Smiling to himself, he looked out the window, again looking for something else to grab his attention. It came from an unexpected source…
I swear, this memory will be continued, but not right now. No next chapter will be something else...But now, comes 500 tonnes of angst to cop my readers in the face! Oh, the AGONY! HAHAHAHA! Now, I promise, you may find out who that girl is. I think you already know, but yeah...now, tell me what you thought! R&R! Au Revoir! And I'm sorry it's short...