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Notice: I'm going to change the rating to M for this fic, I'm terribly sorry if this inconvenience anyone, but due to the contents in future chapters it will be impossible to keep it at T. If you don't mind little more explicit situations please continue to read future chapters, just remember that it will be in the M-section.

I'm sorry that some didn't like the Heine perspective, I guess it's one of those things that funnier to write that to read, because I really had fun when I wrote it. That's why I decided to keep it even if I noticed that it didn't fit in so well with the mood of the rest of the story. This is fan-fic and I will take liberty to test different things but because of that it is very helpful to get comments because even if I partly write this for my own sake I don't want to be boring and I want you readers to be entertained by my stories.

I know that this is supposed to be romance/angst-story but maybe romance/drama would be better…

Again I'm battling with the English language, I'm doing my best but it takes time and it's really hard to convey all the nuances.

I talk too much…

Cold War

The school was a white building, the plaster really was white not dirty grey from years of exhaust fumes and dirty rain like white plaster usually was, not particularly new but not exceptionally old either, in appearance fairly typical of the time period in which it was built. Like a gigantic shoebox it stood there surrounded by smaller buildings in the same style plus a gymnasium. But the largest part of the school was the school yard, it was at least big enough to have room for a rather extensive garden, a 25 meter swimming pool and a soccer field with surrounding running track, parking space and on top of that a lot of dead space. And surrounding everything where walls and gates that where locked and you had to have a proper ID enter. Everything was neatly cared for, a considerable amount of money was put in the maintenance fund every year in order to keep the school's exterior presentable. It had, after all, a reputation to live up to.

The school didn't really rest on particularly old history, like prestigious schools usually did. But it had been founded by a very influential and respected man and by and by it had gotten a reputation of producing outstanding study results. And now the school had become the most prestigious in the country, the tuition fee was high but pupils who had scholarships were common.

The school grounds were huge and apparently they had torn down several blocks of the old neighbourhood in order to make way for it. Of course there had been violent protests but it had been a run down neighbourhood with a couple of centuries old ramshackle buildings and the people who had lived there had been poor with no means to lobby for their cause. There were some people who didn't want the buildings to be tear down because of their historic value but it was a fact that they were in terrible shape lacking the most fundamental necessities like running water. And if you wanted to restore them it would cost enormous sums and it was uncertain from were the money should come from and in the end the protests came to nothing. In an age when the economy was expanding drastically price of land was rising in the same pace. There was plainly no room for such a neighbourhood in such a central address. Curiously just across the river was a totally different type of neighbourhood than the scanty one that was making way for the school, in other words it was a perfect place for a school. The intended students were living near, and relatively it wouldn't cost so much money to demolish the old poor neighbourhood because still the price of land were kept in much lower level than other parts of the city.

Nowadays there were no poor people who lived near the school, it was a fashionable area where the upper middle class lived, not much of the old was left. The house that Kira lived in was in one of the few blocks that hadn't been torn down but had been heavily restored instead, they were rather big tree houses that had been the home of several families before but now were one-family houses. They had quite large gardens with old fruit trees, old sorts of apples, pears, plums and cherries that that were rare these days, delicate, but they tasted so much better than the tasteless apples you could find in the stores. Those houses were much sought after these days, and were so expensive that most people couldn't afford them.

In one of the corridors in that school a male student walked alone with a determined goal:

"Ah, Mr. Fllaga!" Athrun called as soon as he saw him.

"It's Mwu! Why can't you students understand that?"

"Well, anyway about the sports festival…"

"Oh, yeah I've read your proposal, looking good, looking good."

"Thank you, about the sports festival…"

"What about it, if you have any troubles just call me …Well look at the time, sorry to say I don't have time to chat. Got to go!" Mwu speeded up in order to shake free from Athrun. After all Mwu was only human and it was only human to do anything you could to avoid dealings with anything to do with the student council. Athrun knew that of course and used a sly tactic, "Wait! I need a favour, we need more people too help out. I wonder if you could help us or else it will be difficult to manage in time."

"I'm sorry Athrun my schedule is a liiiiittle bit tight right now."

"If you can't help us I wonder if you could ask Miss Yula to help out, she actually did a very good job before."

"Ah, the blond little kitten? Sure I'll talk to her." Mwu wiped of the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Thank you very much, I really appreciate it." "You call her "kitten"? Even I think that sounds sleazy Mr. Fllaga."

Athrun watched as a relieved Mwu were scampering off on light steps down the corridor. The seed was planted, now he just had to wait and watch the development. He was pretty sure Yula would do as Mwu told her because her sense of duty seemed very strong.

xXXx

"Ah, there is just the little kitten I've been looking for." Cagalli turned around just to look right into the face of Mwu La Fllaga. Instinctively looked around for means to escape but unfortunately the gods apparently hated her because there wasn't any. She knew that this man meant trouble but more importantly,

"Who are you calling kitten, old man!" Crap she yelled to a teacher, this wasn't good.

But Mwu didn't seem to mind the yelling, he did mind about another thing though, "Not old man! I'm only 29!"

"In that case I'm not a cat. You have no right to call me k-… that!"

"But you have a temper as a little tigress."

"This is bordering to sexual harassment."

"Wait, don't misinterpret me, I have no interest in you in that sense what so ever, I swear on my pride as a teacher."

"I wonder how much that is worth." Cagalli not impressed.

"Hey, I take my role as a teacher very seriously."

"Sure, sure… So what was it you wanted with me?" Cagalli said anticipating that something bad was coming, because, yes, every time he approached her it was because he wanted her to do something either bothersome or unpleasant.

"You know we have a sports festival coming up?"

"…Yes, unfortunately I do…" She said wearily, she didn't like the sound of this.

"Don't give me that face, it'll be fun. It's a chance for pupils bond, have fun and compete under friendly terms. It will boost the school spirit, I don't have to tell you how important that is."

"So what's that got to do with me?"

"Hey! You're a student of this school, it has everything to do with you."

"Yes but why do you talk about this now? Don't I just have to attend at the day itself?" Cagalli said sceptically.

"Well…yes, normally. But this is an opportunity for you to help make this day possible."

"Why would I want to do that? I'm already busy with the soccer team which you made me join by the way. On top of that I have loads of studying to do and I live alone so I have to cook "water for my ramen" and clean "yeah that's right I should get a, eh what do you call them, vacuum cleaner!" for my self I don't have a mother to do it. So there you have it, I don't have time."

"I understand where you're coming from but I have a crisis on my hands here. I'm begging you." Mwu scratched his head troubled.

"Wait a minute, isn't this the student council's responsibility? Why should I have to help?"

"I know, I know, but they're too few."

"Isn't it just a result of their incompetence? And if anything I don't want to help Zala, he deserves everything he gets."

"Isn't that a little harsh?"

"No, I don't want anything to do with Zala."

"Ok, ok, ok, I get it. You don't like Athrun."

"Ok, as long as you understand. Well if you'd excuse me…"

"Wait! Even if you don't like Zala, think about all the others who will be affected. I'm sure everyone will be disappointed if we have to cancel the whole thing."

"Cancel?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so." Mwu gave Cagalli a disappointed look.

"…It's really not my concern anyway…"

"Aren't you a part of this school? Don't you want to be a part of this school?" Mwu asked her seriously.

He had hit a nerve, in reality she desperately wanted to belong. It was probably the main reason she came here in the first place. She had never felt she belonged anywhere and she longed for people who would accept her just as she was. In that house she had been lonely, her father was working all the time and she couldn't see him very often and other than that there was of course Mana and sometimes Kisaka and people who worked for her father, those of the few who were aware of her existence. They were all nice but she couldn't have a normal relationship with them because they were employees and besides they were all grown-ups. Unable to stand it she snuck out to play with other kids but even if they let her play with them (she had a talent for soccer) she never felt like she was one of them. It was as if they could sense that she was different from them, which was the truth. They were all normal and they came from normal families with a mom and a dad and maybe siblings. They went to school and they had friends they had everything she didn't have and she was envious of them.

"…Ok, what do I have to do?"

"You're doing it? Great! Just go to their room after class and they'll fill you in on what to do."

xXXx

The student council room was room without windows and too small for its purpose. Probably it had been a room for storing school supplies before some politician came up with the idea that pupils should have right of co-determination in schools, which in the end pretty much landed the students with more work but not so much real power to influence. This was the room that was prepared in all haste and it had been left untouched since. The dirt-yellow paint was flaking off and the furniture was slowly but steadily falling apart. You would think it would be a bad idea to paint a room in that colour but apparently there was someone who had thought differently. There couldn't be a clearer sign than this room that the school management didn't think much of the student council because it contrasted to the excellent shape that the rest of the school was in. Sitting cramped up in this depressing room with people you didn't get along with didn't exactly work wonders with a temper that was fiery from the beginning especially if your name was Yzak Jule but every time he tried to keep his mood in an acceptable level. The acceptable level for Yzak was of course much higher than for a normal person's. Despite all this the student council was extremely popular among most of the students especially among the female half which of course could have something to do with the fact that the council members consisted solely of bishounen. One thing led to another and it was widely known that being a member was a great way to pull girls even if you weren't quite so attractive yourself. From the beginning the student council had consisted male students and for some reason still to this day it was a tradition that only boys would enter. There had been a few brave girls who had tried to get in but since the members were elected by the students all those efforts had been futile.

Athrun looked cool and aloof as usual where he sat at the end of the table, Yzak sat at the other end and if you would joke about it you could say that they looked like a quarrelling old rich couple at a dinner party except the environment was totally different. Of course Yzak didn't have any room for such jokes and he would probably explode if he would hear something remotely like it. It went without saying that Yzak wasn't exactly pleased with being seated facing the person he disliked the most. But it had been decided long ago that the seating would be like that and it was nothing he could do about it. In that sense it almost resembled a club in that sense that in clubs traditions always seem to be holy. Yzak really wasn't the kind who wanted to break traditions but just in this case he had wanted to make an exception but eventually he hadn't said anything.

"I hereby declare this meeting opened." Athrun said in an experienced manner, "First on today's agenda is of course the sports festival. As you all know if we don't do something radical we're not going to make it, and that is unacceptable. I will not tolerate any failures as long as I'm the president." He said and gave everyone a very cold piercing stare which gave them all goose bumps.

There was an uncomfortable silence for while and Yzak was the first who regained his composure, "So, what do you have in mind? Like you said you're the president, you better have thought of something." Yzak said sarcastically, but the truth was Yzak absolutely didn't want to fail either, if there was one thing he was scared of was to lose face. He absolutely didn't want to face his mother's disappointed face so he had struggled very hard up until this point to avoid that.

"For someone who is large part of the reason why we haven't gotten any further than this you sure talk big, Yzak." Athrun answered Yzak's attack with maintained composure.

"Wha-?" Yzak was about to throw a fit but he was stopped by Dearka.

"Yzak, don't swallow the bait every time. Relax, we're in deep trouble right, we have to start working together on this right now."

"You too Athrun, don't provoke him like that. You said yourself that we have to make progress soon or the whole thing will go down the drain right?"

"Alright, alright let's get down to business. Because of our problems I asked Mr. Fllaga to help us considering he is the teacher in charge of this thing, not surprisingly he wasn't all that willing."

"So you're saying it didn't get us anywhere?" Rusty said.

"Don't be so hasty to jump into conclusions, even though Mr. Fllaga himself wasn't able to help he said he'd ask some other students."

"How is that going to help us, there aren't any other students who have been involved, they wouldn't know anything about what we have done this far and what we should do next." Yzak commented.

"There's no one but one." Heine contradicted him smiling.

"What do you mean?" Nicol asked.

"I'm talking about Cagalli-cutie of course! She helped us the other day didn't she?"

"Oh, yeah that's right…But wouldn't that make her extremely unwilling to help us any further because now she knows in what situation we're in, normally?" Dearka interjected.

"Maybe so, but Cagalli-cutie isn't normal."

"Eh, that's pretty rude you know."

"I didn't mean it as an insult, I meant it as a compliment. She isn't just an ordinary girl, she's an angel. I know she's going to save us."

"Hai, hai if you say so."

"You two shut up and focus. Didn't I explain clearly enough before that we're in deep trouble? We need to get to work, we can't just sit and wait for help to come, there is no time." Athrun said sternly in a way that made people think of, not Athrun Zala but Patrick Zala, from what they had seen from news broadcasting on TV anyway.

Heine and Dearka exchanged glances and grinned a little but stopped their argument. Athrun was just about to speak again when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Yes, come in!" Dearka said.

The door opened slowly and before them stood a somewhat diffidently looking Cagalli.

"So Miss Yula has honoured us with her presence, may one ask why?" Athrun said ironically.

Cagalli looked like she was going to say something but seemed to change her mind.

"Don't mind him, but I'm also curious: Did you want anything?" Dearka tried to smooth over Athrun's quite rude behaviour.

"That yellow-headed gym teacher asked me to help, and he said I should come here and that you'd tell me what to do."

"Cagalli-cutie is going to help us? It's like a dream come true wa." Heine said looking too happy.

"It's not like I want to…" Cagalli said looking very uncomfortable.

"That's ok, no one really wants to not even we, except perhaps for Yzak." Dearka said.

"Why should I be the only one!" Yzak said angrily, he didn't exactly like being there either. But it was a job that had to be done and if they didn't do it who would?

"I'm sure Mr. Zala loves being the president, it suits his delusion of being superior to everybody else perfectly." Cagalli said stiffly not looking in Athrun's direction once.

"Would you please inform Miss Yula even though I love her little quirkiness, I would be much obliged if she would stop making comments on matters she knows nothing of."

"…Am I the only one who thinks it suddenly got very cold in here?" Dearka said uncomfortably, a state in which you rarely saw him in.

"Hmpf, I couldn't care less. So this woman is supposed to help us?" Yzak honestly from the bottom of his heart didn't like Athrun. The first time he met him was in his second year in junior high school. At the time Athrun was a first-year but he had already gotten himself a rumour of being smart close to being a genius with an absolute perfect grade record. When people asked why he didn't skip a year, he'd answer that it was too troublesome and that he had no intention of graduate one day earlier than he had to.

Yzak had recognized Athrun as a rival even though he was a year younger, he respected his obvious intelligence and athletic ability but that came to an abrupt end when he noticed that Athrun wasn't the least bit interested in returning those feelings. The truth was that Athrun wasn't the least interested in competing with Yzak, he wasn't interested to have anything to with him at all. It became clear to Yzak that Athrun not only wasn't interested in getting to know him, he looked down on him and after that it became clear that it wasn't just Yzak, he looked down on everybody. Maybe it was hurt pride, but respect soon turned it to deep resentment and disgust. So of course Yzak honestly didn't care if Athrun didn't get along with this girl, more than anything it made him think higher of the new girl because she wasn't like the other mindless bimbos that were fooled by Athrun's good looks and social status. But he didn't like the atmosphere that was spreading around this Cagalli and Athrun. The attitude she assumed against him didn't suit her at all.

"For your information, my name is Cagalli!" she almost shouted at him.

"Hrmp" Yzak just grunted but he was a little relieved that the atmosphere had become a little less heavy. Yzak knew that people thought that he was thick headed when it came to feelings and that he had no control over his temper at all, but the latter was only concerning Athrun. Not even Heine who was the most irritating person he knew made him lose himself completely (even if it was hard not to sometimes). Heine constantly poked his nose into other people's business but even if it would drive him crazy he knew there was no ill intent. Athrun on the other hand, certainly didn't want to be mixed up in other people's affairs, he seemed genuinely uninterested in other people and their feelings. In fact he didn't hesitate to walk all over people's feelings. Yzak absolutely couldn't stand to loose to someone like that who was looking down on everybody else. That's why his emotions got the best of him. And at the same time he knew he couldn't win against Athrun like that but he didn't possess the means to stop himself as things were now. Actually Yzak somewhere was very sensitive to the changing in people's moods, it was just that he was shy and he didn't have any confidence in matters concerning love. So he hid it, sometimes unconsciously and other times wilfully. The strange result was that his friends thought that he was thick headed and easy to read, and in reality he wasn't thick headed but he was easy to read at one level and he knew about it.

"Anyway I don't think I have to know Mr. Zala well to draw that conclusion. Every time I meet him he does his outmost to show how much he despises everyone else." Cagalli didn't seem to have forgotten Athrun's comment however.

"Whatever, think what you like. It's not like I care anyway." Athrun said uninterestedly, "More importantly, let's get to work. Miss Yula, if you would take a seat…" he continued.

And another long evening in company of Athrun Zala was just beginning…

xXXx

Two weeks passed by and the day for the sports festival finally arrived. During those weeks Cagalli started to worry about something she never thought she would worry about: Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong: Athrun Zala was avoiding her. Shouldn't it be the other way around, what was happening? She sat alone in the in the class room, the sports festival was finally over. It was dark outside, it was the end of October and the days were rapidly becoming shorter and the sun set early. But now it was pretty late anyway since she had stayed behind to help cleaning up after the festivities. She was exhausted but in a good way, it had been a hectic day but in the end it had been fun and to everybody's surprise it had been a success. Even if the mood between Athrun and Cagalli was as frosty as ever she got along excellently with the rest of the boys and her presence seemed to have made them get out of the old routines that had threatened to capsize the whole project.

Being the competitive person she was she had very happy that her class had come in first place. Surprisingly it was much thanks to Kira, he didn't seem like the athletic type but she guessed he had to be one of those people who were naturally gifted.

The only cloud on her horizon was that annoying blue haired stuck up jerk that was ignoring her. Not that she wanted his attention, she really didn't. He had only been teasing her, she would be a fool to expect anything from him.

She wasn't stupid, of course she had understood that Zala was popular among girls, with those looks how could he not be? But she hadn't grasped the full extent of his popularity. She did see him in the corridors, often, but he didn't see her or pretended not to see her or didn't want so see her. She didn't know. But he would stand in the hallway talking to some girl. He would wrap his arm around the girl and she would giggle happily nervously.

Sometimes she would feel disgusted, who wanted anything to do with that cold-hearted playboy anyway? Sometimes, well almost always she would feel an ugly hatred directed at the girl in his arms. And when he would bend down to kiss the girl, it almost felt like it was exactly the moment she looked at his direction. She knew that she was being paranoid because there was no way it could be so, because she knew she was little different from that girl, those girls. Yes to Zala she was nothing more than those girls, and it made her angry. When did she become like this? She didn't like it. She had started to realise that she probably had feelings for him. Was it because that she couldn't have him because he had grown tired of her and thrown her away? Before anything really had started, just a kiss. She laughed ironically, the lowest, she was the lowest and she felt like maybe she would puke from disgust with herself.

She absentmindedly looked out the window even if it was hard to see anything outside now. She sighed, maybe it was time to go home now but somehow she didn't want return to that lonely apartment just yet …though instead she was sitting alone in this class room thinking about the person she least of all wanted to think about. No, it was time to go home. She turned her head towards the door, "Eh?" suddenly she was looking at the person that had kidnapped her mind and taken all her reason and dignity as hostage, none other than Athrun Zala.

"Oh, it's you." he said with an uninterested voice. She felt a sting in her chest, he had the same attitude that had become the usual attitude since two weeks before, that she was the one who hade started it had been conveniently forgotten by this point. But she couldn't get used to it. She found herself staring at him while he was doing what ever business he was there to do, and reluctantly turned her eyes away again and forced herself to look out the window anew.

Suddenly she felt light breathing against her neck, she froze, he was close now and she could feel his scent. The light touch on her neck from his hair was tickling her and at that moment she could only feel confusion.

"Why do you look so disappointed?" He whispered in her ear. She could feel him smiling.

"What are you talking about?" She feigned ignorance.

"Why do you look like you're expecting something from me? You didn't like to be treated indifferently?"

"I really don't know what you're talking about." She swallowed hard, she didn't dare to move a muscle. What was he doing?

"Oh, I think you do." He said and placed a kiss on her neck that made her shiver. Apparently he noticed because he chuckled.

"But I'll say it in your place…" he kissed her again and she could feel his lips and even his teeth lightly press against her neck.

What will happen next and what will Athrun say? You'll see next chapter. Review please…

Please look forward to the next chapter: I'm Only into This to Enjoy