Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed and Gundam Seed Destiny.

Summary: Yzak Joule will never understand women and most certainly he would never understand Flay. YF

A/N: This short doesn't make much sense, but yeah... bwuahahahahaha. For the fun!

I apologize for bad grammar.

String Bikinis

Focus, Dammit! Focus!... Don't think dirty thoughts!... No, better yet, don't think at all! ….. Dammit, I said don't think! Yzak firmly instructed to himself as he stood there, suddenly aware of his own semi-nudity. His face heated beyond capacity while he awkwardly shielded Flay's body with his arms somewhere between eight and nine minutes.

Two weeks ago, he and the gang had decided to rent a seaside resort in order to get away from all the stress in the city. So here they were.

Being good girl friends, Cagalli and Miriallia had told Flay not to wear a string bikini because it wouldn't be practical for the fun and activities. On a different note, he being Flay's good guy friend also warned her against wearing one because it would show off too much unnecessary skin.

But Flay, willful as she was, wore a string bikini to the beach anyway, an all white set, insisting that she wanted to dress less to impress. Impress? ... Impress who!? Yzak wanted to shout. Cagalli? Stellar? Lacus? Kira? Dearka? Athrun? Sai? Some other lowlife on the beach!?

Why anyone would want to wear something so skimpy to let others wish they were naked instead was beyond him.

To be fair though, Flay did look irresistibly hot in her white bikini. She had a slender waist and slim, shapely legs, but her breasts and hips were plump and womanly. She had a bad girl's body. Admittedly, he had trouble taking his eyes off her all day that was until... they were all fooling around at sea and where— the strings of her bikini top had snapped off.

While the rest were preoccupied with running after the inflated ball, Flay was quick to turn around. She instinctively covered herself, tried to escape before anyone could notice something was wrong. But then her legs fumbled, and he caught her with both his arms around her, his chest to her chest. Yzak stared, shocked and dazed. And hers were amazingly soft and warm and it made him forget everything.

"Please, don't say anything!" Flay whispered to him with a shriek before sagging her mortified face against his body.

The hell was he suppose to do now!?

Don't think dirty thoughts!

Stop being a pervert!

"Hey, you two," Rusty's call jerked his mind of the gutter. "If you're done falling in love, we'll be at the diner, okay?" The redhead male finished, grinning along with everyone who had made it back to shore.

"Yeah, Yeah," bastard. "Just get out of here already!" Dammit!

Yzak watched the gang disappear and as they trotted away, he heard laughter.

Flay kept her hands fisted in-between him and her, probably fighting the urge to cry.

What? What? So was it Rusty she wanted to impress? Well, who was it that wanted to wear the skimpy bikini in the first place?

But feeling bad for her yet having no idea how to comfort her, Yzak twisted and looked at the sky for the first time.

"You know..." Yzak sighed.

"Don't, don't say it!" Flay hissed.

Everybody's gone. If she would just calm down, he could let go and get her a shirt or something.

"You're boobs... are really huge..."

It took Flay a few seconds to get the point, but then she snapped up her head, face starting to blush. She pushed away instantly as though he'd wronged her then slapped his face.

**End 06/05/2013