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

Summary: Flay gets a tutor.

Warning: May contain randomness, prev-ness, stupidity, swearing etc etc...

To Arienna Natalitha - I know, right. Or at least I like to think so. Thank you for the review. XD

To FTS-Peace - "All is Not Lost" is originally a one-shot, but you'll never know. I tend to add chapters by impulse whenever I get inspired by a finished product or reader's review. And yours just gave me an idea for another chap hahahaha. XD Not this one. The next one.

To Guest – lol, I knew it was predictable. Thank you for leaving a review. :D And how keen of you to notice— most of the time, I do prefer stories that just get straight to the point so it reflects. Not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

To raisayusefin - Errr, seeing all those YzakxShiho stories pop-up one after the other was one reason why I had to update. XD (no offense to YS fans)

Another quickly update. I apologize for bad grammar.

All is Not Lost 2 (Reverse)

All four of them sat around the picnic blanket whist having lunch at the rooftop. Today, was Chinese takeouts.

"What, you got a tutor? I thought you were the one doing the tutoring," Miriallia continued, right before Cagalli had beaten her to the last hakao dumpling with her chopsticks. "Hey!"

"Finders, keepers," the blonde chuckled with triumph and savored the shrimp.

"Um, let's just say, that didn't quite work out." Flay Allster said, explaining the situation to her good friends: Cagalli Athha, Miriallia Haw, and Lacus Clyne.

"Of course it wouldn't, the guy's a total jerk," Cagalli exclaimed.

"Well... I wouldn't go that far. It's more like conflict of interest." Flay replied impartially.

"Please, the guy was being a jerk and you know it. You told us so yourself two weeks ago, remember?" Cagalli reminded Flay, pointing with her chopsticks.

"Yes, but—"

"Oh, don't mind Cagalli, Flay," Calm and composed, Lacus interrupted while playing with the straw of her milk tea. "She's just using you as an outlet for her anger since her father wouldn't let her in on his serious businesses meetings."

Cagalli was both amused and annoyed. "Touche." Then she slapped Miriallia's hand away from her food when the brunette sneakily tried to steal her fillet as revenge for the dumpling earlier.

Flay responded with a cautious nod, recalling that Cagalli had mention something like that.

Pouting from her failed attempt in getting back at Cagalli, "So," Miriallia said, deliberately restarting. "About this tutor— is he hot? Do we get a name this time?"

Carefully Flay pushed back a lock of hair that had blown across her eyes while thinking. "Hmm..." A long pause. "Just so I don't unintentionally hurt anyone's reputation, I think it's best to keep the name in the dark for now. What I can reveal though is he's our age and is a current student of Vesalius."

Shocked into excitement, Lacus and Miriallia opened their eyes wide; Cagalli narrowed hers.

"Twice in a row! Oh, why won't you introduce us to them!? You know Lacus and I need more decent male friends, right?" Miriallia gasped then pouted while Lacus merely supported the girl by nodding her head. "Wait. Could it be that you're not telling us anything is because your tutor is Athrun Zala!? Please say it isn't so! Guys as gorgeous as that belongs to the people!"

"No, it's not Mr. Dreamboat," Flay assured the brunette with a smile.

"Thank God. Mr. Dreamboat...," Miriallia sighed with relief.

"That all boys-school, again? Vesalius. Vesalius. What's up with guys and that school anyway? Suddenly, all I hear these days are ruckus about them," Cagalli interrupted.

"Well, for a start, Cagalli, it's the top high school in the country. Unlike ours, the school itself is very exclusive. Students there are famous for their good etiquette, grades, and prestigious upbringing. Not to mention, most of them are quite good looking." Lacus sighed with her eyes twinkling.

"Ah. Good etiquette ha ha..." Flay muttered with a sweat-drop, wondering how far of that was true. Oh nuts, the ice on her milk tea has melted.

"Pfftt... I already know all of that. And still they're all a bunch of uptight dorks to me," Cagalli shrugged.

00000

"Daddy, I'm home!"

Pushing open the door, Flay took off her shoes, long legs taking a stretch and feet clad in white cotton socks taking their time as she walked to the living room. She stopped there to greet her dad who was lounging on the couch, reading the day's newspaper.

Flay planted a kiss on the man's left cheek.

After his nod, George sent his daughter a censured glance. "Welcome back, princess. Your tutor is already upstairs. You kept him waiting."

Crap, Flay thought. She didn't think he'd be so early.

"I'll head up straightaway."

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

The lilting paw steps snapped Flay's attention back up again. Dashing down the stairs was a brown ball of fluff, her tutor's dog aka Yzak's runt. The small proud Chow Chow was absolutely adorable when it wasn't mad and threatening to bite. And Flay stood there cooing and smiling at it with glee. "Awwwe, Mr. President, did you come to see me!?"

Mr. President looked up at her. It meant to wag its tail. But as Flay picked him up into her arms, the pup froze stiff, not used to being carried like a teddy bear.

Finally Flay climbed the marble staircase to her room.

The tutor was waiting over at her study desk when she walked in.

Folding his arms across his chest, Yzak Joule regarded her with a scowl. "You're late! Did you forget that we were to meet this afternoon!?" The guy asked without preamble, pivoting the computer chair with his leg. Even when he was slouched backwards, Yzak Joule gave off a hard to approach demeanor.

"No, I didn't forget." Flay replied softly.

"Then where were you?"

"Does it really matter now?"

"Hnn. I guess not," Yzak muttered eventually. He did not look at her as he replied. "Stop wasting more time and put the dog down so we can start."

Still wrapped around her arms like a huge stuffed bear, Flay realized Mr. President had relaxed a bit and now was sticking his blue-black tongue out.

"Oh, right, sorry. Let's start then." Flay nodded, letting the puppy free to roam and choose a spot to lay flat on. It decided on the space near the door.

00000

Half an hour later of listening to complicated-confusing kinematic problems, formulas, equations, and Yzak's monotonous lecture, Flay was about to fall asleep from boredom.

Decades of pain. Car acceleration. Free-fall motions. Rocket launch force. Physics. She loathed Physics. The subject's a total bore. Period.

"I think I'm going to die," Flay whispered to herself.

"And that's how you get the answer a = 1.62*10^5 m /s^2... Hey, are you even listening!?" Yzak glared into Flay's distracted face. "How the hell are you going to learn if you don't pay attention to what I'm saying!"

Flay groaned— whined. "But Physics is so complicated and boring, and the way you teach it is making it worst. Can't you make it less serious?"

"What are you talking about? Physics IS serious!"

"I know but my brain isn't cooperating anymore. I need a break. Can't we take a break?" Flay slumped her head on the table, exhausted from trying to understand everything.

"It's only been 30 mins, Flay!"

"I know... It's just I really loath Physics... and I don't think I exactly have the brain for it." Flay pouted. Yzak sighed.

"This is a waste of time then." He concluded. "I'll just let your father know that this arrangement isn't workin—"

"What? No!" Flay cut off, quickly pushing the male back down onto his seat just as he was attempting to stand. Then to make sure he stayed put, she straddled his lap. Yzak was instantly distracted by the maneuver but made no complaint about their new position.

Flay licked her lips. Dear Haumea, she was probably going to regret this one of these days.

"Whatever do you mean? Of course this is working, handsome. We're just taking a break, remember?" Flay whispered, tilting Yzak's head backward to ease the way for his mouth, softly at first. Then with a hint of demand she had not expected, Yzak's arms had entwined around her lower back and drew her closer, deeper, her mouth opening to his tongue as it sought more of her and she gave, gladly, whatever he wished to take.

**To be continued? ... 01/01/2019 (Revised)