There are probably grammer mistakes in this chapter, but what the hell, no one's perfect. I just wanted to get the update off my plate of things to do. I hope you like it :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed or Seed Destiny
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She sat on the bench, her legs dangling off the edge. Staring at the artificial lake, she began to sing. Part of her really did not like singing in front of other people, but when the only audience was fish and birds...she did not mind. The wind blew through her waist-length hair, blowing it over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a t-shirt and a flower print skirt.
She sang loudly, letting her voice ring throughout the little spot she was sitting in. The trees grew around the border of the lake, so no one on the path could see her. Maybe hear her, but they would never be able to tell who was singing.
There was a creek behind her.
The little girl jumped, turning around, she hid behind the edge of the bench.
"I'm sorry!" he called, "I...I didn't mean to startle you! I was...I was just walking by and I ...I've never heard such beautiful singing before."
The girl stared at him suspiciously. He was tall, dressed in a District 179 middle school uniform. Having just turned 9 herself, she figured he was about 5 years older then she was. In his arms he carried a strange-shaped black case and his schoolbag.
"Please." he smiled, walking over to her, "Don't stop."
She blushed slightly and moved over on the bench for him to sit.
"So." he spoke, "What are you doing here all alone? Where are your parents?"
"They died."
He smiled sadly, "I see. Mine are gone too, I live on my own. Where do you live?"
"With grandmuma." she said.
The boy smiled, "My name is Satoshi. What's your name?"
"Micka."
He chuckled, she really did not like to talk to much. Sticking out his hand, he smiled at her,
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Micka." he said, "Say, would you like to sing for me again?"
She blushed again ,"I...I don't really like singing for people."
"Fair enough." he nodded, "Say, I'll make you a deal."
"What kind of deal?"
Satoshi reached over and opened the case, there was an acoustic guitar sitting inside it. He picked it up and began to tune in the strings, plucking them was lightly with skilled fingers. Remembering the little tune she had been singing, he began to pluck simple cords for it. Micka watched him, entranced, but not quite sure to make of him.
"I'll play if you sing."
He had a airy presence about him, like he was wise and compassionate. His platinum blonde hair was brushed to one side of his face, and his bangs hung over his eyes part-way. It was cut short in the back, but slightly messy and spikey.
Satoshi smiled at her out of the corner of his eyes.
She began to sing again.
They sat there over over an hour, singing and laughing. Looking at his watch, Satoshi gasped,
"Gods, it's late." he said, putting the guitar away, "You're a beautiful singer, Micka, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Say, would you like to come over to my place one of these days and meet the rest of my band?"
"You're in a band?" she smiled.
"Yeah." he nodded, "And we've been looking for a singer. You have the kind of tone quality we've been waiting for."
"I..." she looked at the lake, "...I don't know."
"Think about it." he walked over to her, leaning over, he lay a hand on her cheek, and lightly kissed the corner of her right eye, "We could go places with your talent, Micka. Take care."
She watched him walk off.
For the first time in weeks since her parents were killed, she actually felt like she was alive again.
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Micka limped down the hallway, feeling the blood running down her face, soaking that tattered remains of her shirt. She was sure that a few of her ribs were crushed, her left shoulder was dislocated...
"COME BACK HERE!"
She heard the roar, and almost burst into tears as she tried to get to the front door. But as she reached for it, a strong hand grabbed her and dragging her back.
"You ain't going nowhere, little wench." he said, laughing, pulling the door open, "Wouldn't want our prized possession to get away now. We only have one left afterall."
She saw the blood on the floor. Her eyes froze, not wanting to look up but unable to stop herself. Her gaze traveled along the pool of blood on the floor and stopped on a bleach-white face under a head of blond hair-
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She screamed, sitting up quickly. There were tears and sweat pouring down her face. Micka laid her hands on her eyes, feeling the need to hide her expression from the world. It had been years since she had allowed herself to even think about that night. The loud banging on the door made her jump sky-high.
"Micka!"
It was Alex.
"Damn it, Micka, open in the door!" he yelled, "Fuck it...I'm coming in!"
The door whisked open a few seconds after. Alex rushed down the small hallway, finding her sitting up in bed, and pale as a ghost.
"Oh god..." he ran over to her, "What the hell happened? I heard you shrieking."
She looked at him, her eyes were wide in shock and she was shaking. Laying a gentle hand on the side of her neck he checked her pulse, it was erratic.
"Come on." he pulled the covers back and hauled her out of bed, slipping his arms under her. Carrying her across the room to the small kitchen, he set her on the counter and poured her a small glass of water, "Drink it."
"Alex-"
"Drink all of it." he said.
She put the glass to her lips. Seeing that her hands were shaking, he reached foreward and held the glass for her. Drinking a few sips, she took a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" he asked, "I thought that scream was going to take years off my life."
"Sorry." she replied, "I...I usually don't-"
"I know. That's why it scared me so bad. I thought someone came in here to try and attack you."
Micka looked up at him. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of socks and sweatpants. It was obvious that he had gotten out of bed just seconds before. She was still wearing her tank and shorts that she slept in. For some reason though, it did not bother her.
Drinking the rest of the water, he helped her down.
"You want to tell me what the nightmare was about?"
Micka looked away from him, she was still shaking. She opened her mouth to say something, and then shut it again. Her mind had completely closed itself, she could not seem to get the words out at all.
"Hey-" he laid a hand on her face, "-hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Micka wrapped her arms around herself, looking away from him. He sighed,
"It's late, and you're exhausted." he said, helping her down from the counter. Her legs wobbled slightly, and he stuck out his arms to catch her.
"I...I-I'm sorry-"
"Shush."
He picked her up again, and padded across the room, sitting right on the sofa. Seating her comfortably in his lap, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Alex-"
"Go to sleep."
Micka slowly rest her head on his shoulder. Laying awake for a while, her eyes began to sink close. She was to tired to even think about the fact that she was sitting in Alex's arms and both of them were barely clothed. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes, his dark orbs were staring out into the darkness of her quarters.
She let her eyes close and she drifted off.
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Martin DaCosta walked down the hallway in the base at Copernicus. He nodded briskly to a fellow officer who handed him a clipboard, and he read it. The docking hours showed the arrival of the Eternal, and Martin felt his heart jump in his chest slightly.
It had been over two weeks since he had come to this base.
Stopping in front of a window, he started out at the ruined landscape of PLANT. Ever since his unit had managed to maintain control of the previously Twlight-occupied Copernicus, Martin had assumed general command of the newly established Eternity base. The officers reported to him, all reports went through him...no one breathed without him knowing about it.
It was their first decisive victory over Twlight.
For the first time in his life, he did not feel like a solider that just stood in the background. Sometimes he wondered what Captain Watfeild would say to him now.
"Sir-" one of the officers hurried up to him, "-the Eternal is docking now."
"Thank you." Martin nodded at him.
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Kira walked closely to Lacus as they headed towards the exit ramp.
"Don't walk so close, Kira." Lacus giggled, "You'll step on my heels. This PLANT has promised to abide by all Eternity regulations. If we want their trust, we must give ours."
Kira smiled at her, "You know me, Lacus. I'm slightly protective when it comes to you."
She smiled at him as they walked into the docking bay. Martain DaCoasta saluted, as well as the crowd of other officers on the base.
"Martin!" Lacus grinned, "We never heard anything, everyone was so worried."
"Sorry for the lack of communication, Lacus-sama." he said, "A lot of things happened."
"I'll say." Kira smiled, "Fighting a whole squadron of Twlight units with only a handful of elite soliders and freeing a whole PLANT from Twlight control...I would call that a lot."
"You have a few permotions coming in, Martin." Lacus said, "And Cagali told me to tell you that if you do not take a shore leave that she will personally come here and kick your ass. Those were her direct words. She's even sent reinforcements."
Martin chuckled, "I'll take the hint."
Lacus moved past him to speak to the crew, Kira clamped a hand on his shoulder.
"There's someone on board the Eternal that is very eagar to see you." he murmured low enough so only Martin could hear.
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Meyrin stood in the mobile suit bay, running program diagnostics. Looking at the Zakus standing in front of her she let out a sigh. She was really the only one there. Everyone else had left to take a break on PLANT, or was on duty on the bridge. Hearing the door open, she glanced her head towards the lower level see who it was.
She dropped the papers she was holding.
"Hey." Martin smiled at her, "Long time no see. I still owe you that trip to the mess hall. Are you free?"
Meyrin stared at him, and she turned towards the stairs, running as fast as she could until she gave up and jumped the last handful of stairs. Holding out his arms, he folded them around her as she threw herself at him.
"Hey, hey-" he blushed slightly, "-there could be someone in here-"
There was no one else there and she would not have cared if there was. The last time she had seen him she was when he was leaving to fight in a battle.
"I thought I was never going to see you again." she said, burying her face in his chest, "I thought...I-"
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
"I'm going on shore leave this week." he told her, "You want to come with?"
Meyrin looked up at him and smiled. There were tears in the corners of her eyes as she stood on her toes and kissed his lips. He stared at her with wide-eyes as she reached a hand up and pinched his nose.
"I'll go wherever you go."
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Trent grabbed a stack of papers, and threw them viciously across the room. Hayworth sat in the deskchair, making no move as the papers showered around him.
"Sir-"
"I have am army of the top soliders in existence. I have the most skilled officers from the best academys and with the most experience." the Chairman walked over to the window, "So how is it they the can't stop a small band of rebels and YOU loose the two people that we could have useed for bargin material?"
"Don't pin this on me, SIR." Hayworth stood, "Za Burrel is cracked. There's no way they survived. Their wounds-"
"Oh, they are alive, alright." Trent leaned on the window, "I want you to find them. I'm not finished with them yet."
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She was sore when she woke up. Rubbing her shoulder, there were knots all up and down her back.
The clock said 9 am.
Suzuka slid out of bed and walked across the room towards the bathroom. Undressing, she took a quick shower, and wrapping a towel around herself she went to the closet to figure out what kind of clothes Rey and Mrs. Knittle had gotten for her. Looking on the front of the closet door, Mrs. Knittle had brought her a uniform. It was a black mini-skirt, a white shirt, and a small button-up vest with the Bed and Breakfest logo embroidered on the left side.
Seeing the clock, it was still early enough in the morning to help out. She pulled the uniform off the hanger, and quickly got dressed. Braiding her hair, putting her glasses on and her shoes, she left the room.
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Rey carried the load of laundry down the hallway, skillfully dodging other workers as he headed towards the laundry room. The five women that were running the laundry took the load from him, and gave him a stack of towels to take to the kitchen. Carrying two huge bundels, one under each arm, he slipped between two waiters as he entered the kitchen. Because of his injured arm, Mrs. Knittle had stuck him mostly on laundry to reduce the amount of heavy lifting he had to do.
"Oh, Rey! You're such a dear!" Lena, the middle-aged cook took the towels from him. She patted him on the cheek, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He chuckled, "I'm sure you'd do just fine."
"Oh, Margret called for you. She's waiting in the green room."
"Thanks.
Margret Knittle had designated the green room as the room where the employees could eat and take breaks. It was an old, remodeled dining room and was redecorated very tastefully. Rey opened the door, and he smiled.
"Suzuka." he said.
She sat at the table, wearing a work uniform, eating a stack of pancakes with syrup.
"This lovely lady of yours has volunteered to help." she beamed, "She was just telling me that she's never been a waitress before."
"I'm always open for new experiences." Suzuka smiled, eating another pancake.
After finishing her breakfest, she was placed on waitress detail, and she bounded off to help on the floor. Rey watched her, standing next to the smiling old woman.
"You're in love with her."
Rey blushed, staring at her with wide eyes, "I-"
Mrs. Knittle patted his arm and headed down the hallway. Rey turned back to the red-haired girl that was now darting between customers. She smiled at the family of people she was helping, pulling the pencil out that was sticking in her ear and writing down their order. No one in the room would ever suspect that she was one of the highest elite captains in Eternity, or that she was one of the most wanted fugitives in Twilight.
Suzuka nodded quickly to the people and walked towards the kitchen. Passing him on the way, she grinned brightly at him.
He had missed her smile.
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Alex eased himself off the sofa, pulling a blanket over Micka. She finally fell into a deep sleep after a couple of hours. Looking at the clock, it was four in the morning, and she had just stopped shaking. Walking across the room, he dragged his hand through his wild hair. The door whisked open and Alex willed himself to walk into the hallway. He stood in the hall, long after the door closed, staring at the floor.
"Alex?"
He turned to see Katsuya, who was just getting off his shift.
"Alex, dear god, you look like shit." Katsuya frowned.
"Not now, man." Alex waved a hand, "I'm too tired."
"What's up? You alright?"
Alex stood still a moment, glancing at Micka's door a moment.
"No, I'm not."
Walking next door, he disappeared into his quarters. When the door closed, he let out a vicious curse and headed for the shower.
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