Title: Phoenix
Ignition
Theme: #07: Heart
User: Nobodyfamous/Lycaena
Word
count: 1 652
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam
SEED/Destiny
Summary: (Stole this one from a series I'm doing.
I'm pretty sure it's the only one I will borrow.) Miriallia
surprises Dearka on Valentines Day
Miriallia fumbled with her key, trying to get it into the lock. Her hands were shaking so the task was difficult. It was Valentines Day, a bittersweet holiday for everybody. It was a day of roses and chocolates, and sweet nothings, a day of old clichés and love, and a day of death. She had just come home from a memorial service, to pay respects to all who lost their lives, both in the Bloody Valentine tragedy, and the war that followed. Later that day she would be taking a shuttle to… wherever it was Dearka lived. She was too busy fiddling with her key to recall the name. It was to be a surprise visit, one she hadn't told him about, but she wasn't so sure she could go. Going to the memorial service had brought back so many memories of Tolle. She knew she would feel guilty if she went to see Dearka. But what was there to feel guilty for? He would have wanted her to move on, wanted her to be happy, and she was trying. Finally managing to force her key into the lock, she pushed her door open and kicked it shut behind her. So many things were going on in her head. She had to get some pictures taken while she was at PLANT for the magazine she worked for coming up, she had to go meet Dearka, and she was going to try to squeeze in a visit with Kira before her holiday was over. She and Dearka were still a couple, and a long-distance relationship was working great for them. Once or twice a month they would visit for a few days, and catch up. She hadn't been thrilled to learn that he was re-joining ZAFT, but had decided it was his decision to make.
Making her way into her small kitchen, she poured some milk into a mug, and popped it into her microwave, feeling a need for some creamy hot chocolate before she left. After it had heated up, she pulled the mug out and mixed more powder than necessary. Pulling a spoon from a drawer, she mixed it until all the chunks of powder were gone, and headed towards her living room. Reclining on her couch, she imagined how things would go when she got to Dearka's house. She would walk up to his house, much larger than her cozy apartment, he would answer the door and seem totally shocked, then tell her that her being there was the best gift she could have given him, and they would spend the day curled up together watching old cheesy romance movies, and other cliché things. Finishing off her hot chocolate, she decided she should head to the shuttle port, and after lying for a few minutes longer, pushed herself up and headed to her bedroom to grab her bags. After grabbing them, she pushed a smile on her face. She wouldn't let the past bring her down on this special day.
Leaning her head back, Miriallia braced herself for the exit of earth's atmosphere. She was more than used to the feeling by now, after being on the Archangel for so long, she hardly even noticed herself bracing, or the turbulence. None of it bothered her at all, although some of the more intense trips did bring back some rather un-fond memories of battles, and whenever she could see they were passing another ship through the viewing window, she instinctively wanted to tell someone. It was lessening though, every trip she took brought her farther away from those memories. Her small suitcase was in another part of the shuttle, presumably below them, and the only carry-on luggage she had with her was her camera bag and some extra film. She smiled slightly when she had told the editor of the magazine she free-lanced for that she used film. It was such an old technology she couldn't blame them for being surprised. Sure, she owned a fairly nice, professional digital camera, but she enjoyed using film so much. She wasn't sure why, it may have been the slight scent of the chemicals she had grown to love whenever she stepped into her dark room, or the feeling of authenticity, or maybe it was something else. She wasn't sure why, but she always loved using film. And it wasn't easy to come by either. She had to order it directly from a company, and it was quite expensive. But it was no real trouble. She enjoyed it. Shutting her eyes, Miriallia managed to fall asleep. The next thing she knew, somebody was shaking her awake lightly. She smiled at the person, and gathered up her few items, and exited the shuttle. She headed to the luggage claim to grab the rest of her items, and noticed a silver head standing there holding it already. She suppressed a giggle. He seemed bitter, and would often drop some cruel comments, but he was pretty nice once you got to know him. Like Fllay. Most people weren't able to see past her seemingly cruel exterior, but once you looked past that, you could see she was really just misunderstood.
"Hey." She said with a slight nod of acknowledgement. He looked at her and grunted before handing her, her bag. Good old Yzak. She could only imagine how much he had enjoyed knowing she would be going out there and not having to tell Dearka. He seemed to love knowing anything somebody else didn't know.
They had managed to get to Dearka's place without any trouble, and Yzak left just after telling her she had around half an hour until Dearka should be home, leaving Miriallia alone with her thoughts. She was pretty sure Dearka's parents didn't know about her. Well, they probably knew he had a girlfriend, but were probably unaware of the fact that she was a natural. Not that she could blame them. His father had been on the ZAFT high council or something like that, and most likely still upheld the former ideals: that all naturals should die. Her parents were just happy that she was happy, and she was almost certain that they wouldn't care if she told them Dearka was a llama. They'd probably just start wedding preparations, and then build a farm suitable for a llama to live in.
Dearka groaned. He had made it through what had to have been one of the worst days of his life. He couldn't wait to get home so he could call Miriallia. Neither of them had been able to book enough time off for a visit, so they had agreed that a long video conversation was in order. He paused at his door. Something wasn't right. He distinctly remembered leaving all the lights off when he'd left that morning, yet he could see through the front windows that they were on.
Miriallia heard the car pull into the driveway and had a split-second decision to make. She wanted to surprise him by snapping a picture as soon as he walked in the door, but she knew that if she surprised him too much, he may pull a gun or something before he would know who it was. She decided it was worth the risk, but she would leave the flash off just to be safe. She creeped to the door, and stood as close to it as she could without risking being hit by it when it opened.
Dearka thought about it before deciding he must have forgotten about one. He slid his key in the door, making sure his gun was in reach just in case. He wasn't really supposed to carry it with him, but it wasn't safe even though they were living in peaceful times. He had to be careful; especially since some people weren't very happy knowing he had escaped the death penalty. Turning his key, he slid the door open, and screamed.
Miriallia had been expecting some sort of reaction, but that? Dearka had screamed like a little girl when he saw her. And he had the nerve to call himself a soldier. What kind of soldier would scream at the sight of a camera? Sure she may have been standing right in front of him, and he had obviously been deep in thought, but still... She burst into laughter.
"Mir?" He asked, dumbfounded. "I thought you couldn't get time off work." He was still getting over the initial shock of having his picture taken the moment he walked into his house by somebody who was supposed to be on the other side of the galaxy.
"Oh yeah. Well you see." She said, saying each word like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, "I lied." She finished up quickly with a perky smile on her face.
"And how did you get in?"
"Yzak let me in." Yzak? He had helped her? Dearka should have knowing introducing the two was a bad decision, but what else could he have done? He couldn't keep his girlfriend a secret from his best friend. He could worry about that later. He smiled a flirtatious smile, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder before leading her into the kitchen.
"Well I have to say, this is by far the best valentines present I've ever received." He told her, placing a kiss to the top of her head. She giggled.
Miriallia smiled. It hurt a lot, getting over what she and Tolle had shared, it was almost like she was destroying it, but she knew that once it was all done, all gone, she would feel much better. And if everything else was gone, there were two things that could never go away. Her love for Tolle, and her memories of him. No, her love for Tolle would never die, but her heart was big enough to share.
