(Sweet Revenge)
By: XCrimsonAngelX
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Authoress' Note: Another early chapter! Hooray! What happened to all my reviewers? I miss you guys. Thank you to the people who weren't lazy, and actually took the time to review! Enough yapping, onto Part VIII!
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"Sai?" The boy in question didn't move. "Sai! Open up, already!"
Tear tracks were evident on his face. He was still trying to deal with the shock of Kira really being the pilot of the Strike.
"Why? Kira, why?"
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"Not coming out, I presume?" Miriallia placed a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. Tolle spun around.
"It's not fair! The rest of us have to deal with it too! How can he just ignore everyone else and lock himself up?" Tolle yelled, enraged. A soft 'swish' was heard behind the duo, and there stood the blonde-haired male.
"I'm sorry, Tolle, Miriallia." After that, words were not needed.
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"So, who's gonna volunteer to take food to the captive?" Everyone froze at the voice of his or her commander. No one breathed, moved, or batted an eye. "Com'on, someone has to do the job."
Miriallia was reluctant at first, but then figured, why not? If nobody else was going to do it, eventually someone would be forced to.
"I will, sir." Raising her hand, she gave the rest of her friends a stern glare, for being so nervous about confronting Kira again.
"Miri?"
"Miriallia?"
A few gasps came from Kuzzey, Sai, and Tolle.
"What's going on here?" A vibrant red haired female asked, as she floated to her fiancée.
"We were just… wondering who was going to take food our former friend, Kira, who's downstairs in the cells." Sai explained, softly.
"Him? You were friends with a ZAFT soldier? A Coordinator?" Flay scorned. "Who cares about food? Let him starve! It's nothing more than those blasted Coordinators deserve!"
"Flay, listen--" Sai interrupted her rampant speech, but was interrupted himself.
"No, you listen! Coordinators are people who have their genes altered, when they're not ill at all! It goes against what meant to be! Or have you forgotten? They MURDERED my mother!" Flay cried, tears flowing down her pale face.
"I suppose, Coordinators aren't all bad. They probably have reasons for hating Naturals as well. Naturals aren't all awful, either. We have motives too." Mwu reasoned his expression unreadable.
"Lieutenant La Flaga…?"
"Kid, you might as well take that food to him." The blonde lieutenant pointed out. The aqua-eyed teen nodded, and proceeded to take the food tray. She walked on down the halls.
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Shadows hung in the depths of the compartment that the young male Coordinator was confined. The gentle tapping noises of shoes alerted Kira that someone was coming.
"Who's there?" His voice startled Miriallia. So it was Kira.
"I am." Miriallia's face came into view, scarcely because of the dim lighting in the dungeon.
"Is there something you want from me? Answers, perhaps?" Surprisingly, Kira's voice wasn't gruff, harsh, anything far from that.
Miriallia's angry eyes lessened, as she saw a pained look flash by, but disappeared as soon as it had arrived.
"I… only want to give you some food. Nothing else." Kira muttered something under his breath, inaudible. "Pardon me?"
"Heh, always the polite one, aren't you?" This didn't respond to her question. "I said… thanks."
"So the Kira that I know is still in there somewhere." Miriallia teased, despite the situation.
"The Kira you knew, never existed." A short pause followed.
"I bet you're wondering why." Miriallia blinked, but nodded. "Why did I join ZAFT?"
"Why did you?"
"Because… They killed my biological parents."
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Kuzzey collapsed onto his bed placed in the corner. He soon drifted off, without even knowing it, and dreamed of a peaceful haven. Then something just hit Kuzzey as if a bowling ball hit the pins…
What happened to Kira's best friend, Athrun?
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Authoress' Note: How about the cliffhanger? My first one! I think. Anyhoo, I hoped you took pleasure in reading this. Yay! This is probably one of the longer chapters. Not by much, I know, but longer!