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"…he's on the third floor, in Doctor Hawasaki's ward. Unfortunately you can't-"
BANG! With a loud thud! The hospital receptionist landed on the floor, while two girls hurriedly stormed past her, one holding her fist clenched, poised, and ready to strike at any doctor or nurse stupid enough to try and stop her. As for the other of the two…
The pair ran to the elevator, and the one with her fist curled punched-literally punched the elevator button marked "three" to bring them to the third floor. They were met by a group of surgeons preparing for an operation, equipment neatly arranged on a tray, and checking their watches. They had somewhere to be, and waiting for an elevator wasn't their idea of quality time. Unfortunately, waiting for the surgeons to get through wasn't on the girls' minds either. Stepping right into one of the men and knocking him down, Cagalli stepped right over him, her friend Miriallia following her. They'd made it halfway through the hallway and were approaching the ward, when they were met by Lacus.
"What are you guys doing here?" Lacus asked, surprised.
"We came to see Athrun! He's just ahead!" Cagalli said quickly, bowling into Lacus. She and Miriallia crossed into the ward, a slightly stunned Lacus trailing behind them.
"Hey, are you alright man?"
"Hey, dude, don't space out on us like that…"
"Humph. Leave him alone. He needs some time to himself."
Three distinct male voices were worriedly talking amongst one another when the three girls burst in. Dearka, Yzak and Kira looked up to see Cagalli, Miriallia and Lacus standing in the doorway to Athrun's room. Almost a second later, another voice, a little squeaky, could be heard from the hallway.
"Athrun! Athrun! I've got your medication!" Nicol burst in, and upon doing so, bumped into Lacus, who bumped into Miriallia, who bumped into Cagalli, which caused all of them to suddenly fall onto the floor.
"Oh look. Nicol's gone pimping."
Looking thoroughly embarrassed, Nicol stood up, helping each of the girls stand. The moment Cagalli got onto her feet, she ran to Athrun, who was sitting on his bed, looking very depressed.
"Athrun? Oi, Athrun! Are you okay?"
Athrun's dark eyes looked up at hers and all the sadness, guilt, and horror of the night sunk into her. Talk about a bad night…
"I'm fine Cagalli. Why did you come?" Athrun looked at her sceptically, questioning her in a monotonous voice.
"I was worried about you! When I heard you'd been involved in a car crash I…well, I…I couldn't just sit there and hope you were alright! I had to know whether you'd been injured or something-by the way, are you injured?" Cagalli burst out in what seemed like a furious tone. Everyone who knew her well enough had, however, already concluded that she was so worried about Athrun that she'd made herself angry. Yzak chuckled from the corner of the room he was hiding in, causing Cagalli to utter a low growl from her mouth.
"No. Only my heart hurts, and I don't know what to do about it…" Athrun looked up, eyes glazed, then looked at Miriallia. "Do you want to know what happened?"
The auburn haired girl nodded, sitting down. In an instant, Dearka appeared beside her, and, to everyone's surprise, she sunk onto his shoulder, slender frame heaving as the tears she was trying to hold back began to trickle down from her eyes. Dearka wrapped his arm around her, and held her closer to him, murmuring, "It's alright, it's alright Milly…"
Athrun recounted the events of the night, listening to every wracking sob and shudder from Miriallia. As he finished his story, he noticed something-Kira and Lacus had, throughout the whole time, stood at opposite ends of the room. The two of them stood staring at the ground for the whole time. And, as Athrun recalled what Kira had told him about the events that had occurred that night, he wondered, Did they ever get to talk to one another, and know what actually happened that night?
Athrun's thoughts were violently interrupted as-
"I'll kill you!" Miriallia screamed, grabbing Athrun's neck suddenly, and in a surprisingly strong grip began to choke him to death. Almost immediately, all of them were prying her hands off of Athrun, while he sat there, stunned, Cagalli shielding Athrun from the crazed girl with her body.
"You killed him! You bastard! It was your fault he died! You should be dead, not him! I'll…I'll…" Miriallia broke down into muffled sobs, as she swore under her breath.
Two people quietly exited the room-one fleeing, one chasing.
No one notices their leaving; two ghosts of sadness, small compared to the waves of tragedy before them, disappear from the room.
Lacus moved quickly, trying to avoid Kira, who doggedly followed her in a poorly concealed attempt to not appear as thought he was following her. Of course, he was failing miserably.
Lacus turned corner after corner, racing past nameless faces, forever trying to run from Kira. She knew what he wanted to say, but she didn't want to hear him say it.
He wants to break up with me. It's the only explanation for why he would allow Flay onto him like that. Why were they undressed? Why was she straddling him? Why…oh why, why can't this just be over?
Lacus had just ran outside of the hospital. She turned another corner-into a dark alleyway.
And there, silhouetted in the moonlight, was Kira.
He was wearing a white shirt, streaked with red down the chest. To her point, half-bathed in moonlight, a weird, twisted fervour dancing in his eyes, he looked like a bloodthirsty animal, out to satisfy a hunger. A carnal need.
And as they locked eyes, she realised what that need was. Her.
He…he wants me…but…for what
"Lacus…"
A thousand images blazed through Kira's mind. All of them were erotic fantasies, each one a variation of sweeping Lacus off her feet, bringing her home, and making passionate love the whole night, to ripping her clothes off right there and then and satisfying his urge to…
"Lacus…"
I've gotta warn her…I don't want…I don't want this to happen! At least not yet! It's…it's not right!
"Lacus…I…"
"Kira…if you came to tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore, I can understand. Just let me go." Lacus tried to brush past him, but Kira caught her wrist, pulling her back to him.
The nearness of her, the harsh sting of her words, the enveloping darkness; they washed over Kira, as his mind comprehended everything. This isn't the Lacus I know…this isn't Lacus! Why? Why did this have to happen, why this way? Damn…
"Lacus, I've missed you every day since you dumped me. Please, please, please believe me…I know it's hard to believe, but…"
Lacus' face was calm, despite the bear-like embrace Kira had wrapped her in. Slowly, brushing off his arms, Lacus took a step backward, composing herself with a deep breath. Folding her arms under her chest, she asked, "Why? Why did you allow her to…?"
Kira's gaze averted toward the ground, as despair and primal instincts began to take over.
"It was…she was offering me sex, Lacus…it was…every time, I would always want it, but I didn't wanna offend you by asking, and…it was just…when I realised that…"
Kira's incomprehensible rabble lasted for a few minutes. Finally, he managed to organise his thoughts in a proper manner.
"I think I'm sorta…addicted to sex or something…"
Lacus couldn't believe her ears.
"Addicted to sex?"
"Yeah…"
"What do you mean?"
"I'd see a hot chick everyday at school, and when I got home…I dunno, I'd just go crazy…whenever I came home, she'd fill my dreams, my imagination, and I…I guess I just went and started…"
Lacus face drew into a mixture of surprise and disgust.
"I can't believe you would think of such a weird and twisted way to lie about what happened that night. Get out of here, now."
Wrong words…wrong words, crap, I can't…Kira was losing his self-control. And Lacus' last words had eradicated it all together. Throwing himself onto her, he ripped off the dress she'd been wearing, to reveal her pale, radiant skin, and slim figure. Trying to push him away, Lacus made an attempted cry for help, but Kira's lips forcefully locked onto hers, deafening any noise she might've made.
Pinned by Kira's body, Lacus could only watch in horror, as Kira's hands found her bra, and ripped it off, exposing her heaving bosom. Kira had pulled her panties down to her legs, and try as hard as she may, she couldn't get Kira to stop.
Is this what he means? Is he possessed by lust so much that he would rape me, here and now? Lacus could feel the fear running down her spine, could feel Kira's body slipping beyond the control of his mind, could feel the primal instincts that were controlling him, slowly wresting him into a sec-crazed state.
Please Kira, don't do this…please. Lacus mentally pleaded, as though her thoughts could reach him, and convince him to stop. I think I can understand how you feel-all the anguish of something you felt you would never have. It was how I felt when I you kept on holding back from asking me out, and…
Kira's hand was moving down, stroking her inner thigh, moving ever closer to a very private spot. Mind screaming, heart pounding, Lacus pushed Kira off her, but in the process, she fell down, and because of Kira standing over her, and her back to a wall, she couldn't stand up. She was trapped.
Kira's mind was blank, overloaded with the sweet smell of Lacus' hair, and the gentle curves of her body. As she fell, Kira began to unzip his pants, eager to satisfy the yearning in his body, his craving to…to have sex.
"Wait, Kira! I'm sorry…I didn't mean to hurt you…I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you about this before!" Lacus suddenly sobbed. And then, Kira's eyes, which had been blocked by lust, cleared, and he could see properly.
Lacus was a crying mess, tears streaming down her face, body heaving uncontrollably. Naked, blindly trying to fend him off, Lacus was a pitiful sight. Kira's eyes registered the full extent of what he'd done. Falling to his knees, Kira's cries of anguish rang out, a ghostly harmony with Lacus' sobs.
The need that had been unsatisfied vanished, fled his trembling body, leaving a gaping mess in its wake. Into it Kira poured that anguish from his torn mind, and let it ring through his cries of eerie melancholy.
"Lacus…what have I done?" Kira's eyes stared at the floor, as tears streamed down his face.
"It's alright Kira. I think I understand what you mean…" Lacus' sweet voice, calm and collected again, broke through the tidal waves of despair, like a light in the dark to a weary traveller. Kira looked up. Lacus had covered herself with the remains of her dress, and embraced him. To his surprise, Kira found himself returning it, and nearly broke away. But Lacus held him firm.
"When you kept me waiting for you to ask me out, I was always so sad. I never showed it, but I really…I really yearned for you to ask me out for a date or something…" Lacus' muffled voice spoke to his chest, and Kira could feel her warm breath through the fabric of his clothing. "And my heart sorta…I was sorta heartbroken that you didn't do anything…it was like you didn't care!"
"I guess it's a bit like that for you, right?" Lacus asked quietly.
"Yeah…"
"Kira…can we not do that 'til we're older?" Lacus asked.
"We'll see…" Kira's voice sounded playful, but a glance at Lacus told her the answer she'd been looking for. "I'll take you home. I'm sorry about your dress…"
"Could I borrow your jacket? Or your raincoat? To wrap myself up?"
"Sure."
The night sky framed the silhouette in a delicate shade of pale white on midnight blue, while glowing stars twinkled like fading light bulbs.
She stood there, a graceful shadow, about to descend from Heaven to Hell, like an angel without wings. The wind wound through the tree branches, mournfully whispering to one another.
Out of
body and out of mind
Kiss the demons out of my dreams
The bottle of pills were next to her, empty, while she held the handful of them in her dainty hand. She intended to take them all, pop them into her mouth, slowly, so that those last moments were wonderfully sweet, and devoid of pain.
I get
the funny feeling, that's alright
Jimmy says it's better than
here,
She was going to go away, away from a place awash with pain. Where would she go? Nobody knows. Slowly, her hand trailed upward to her mouth, the pills about to flow down her throat to her stomach, to be ingested, to kill-
"Wait! Wait!" A boy runs in, shivering from the cold.
Drain
the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming,
When she wakes up from this never-ending tomorrow, she'll be happy. That's what she thinks. "Don't! It won't solve anything! He won't come back to you if you do this!"
"At least he'll know! At least he'll know I love him!" The girl's words ring out in the chilled air, frosty cold, high pitched words of insanity cutting through the night.
"Other people love you! You know that!"
"My life is filled with pain! Why should I stay here?"
"Because, Miriallia, I love you!" Dearka yelled.
Give me
a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me
that I won't feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine
The shock is so great, she begins to sway, pills falling from her hand, and she begins her descent. Heaven doesn't lead to Hell. It goes to Earth first.
"Meer! Wait!" Yunna, after a fair bit of running, had managed to get to Meer's house. Meer was waiting for him, and when he showed up, she admitted him in. Panting, he looked up at her face, the tears that had morphed her beautiful face, the dye that had been washed out, the unchanging, emotionless stone that her face was set in.
"I guess we should talk."
"Maybe we should."
"Are you still angry?"
"I don't know."
The meaningless conversation continued. And then…
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
Stunned, Yunna looked at her again. The face, set in stone, unmoving, the ruined eyeliner, morphed her face into something unrecognisable. And yet…
All the beautiful memories I have with you…in all of them you are beautiful…
"Yes."
Two people fell into an embrace, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
In a hospital room, a girl and boy are sleeping soundly next to one another.
A girl is being rushed to an emergency ward in hospital, while a boy stares at her helplessly.
A couple are driving home. One is wearing a raincoat, and nothing else. The other unzipped his pants, and forgot to zip them back up.
Two people are sleeping in an eternal embrace.
The night ends. The morning begins.
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