Chapter 20; Yzak's Confession and Kira's Uncle!

Author; TenshiSakuraTakai
Chapter Dedicated To; LingeringMiseryOfSorrow Because she's reviewed every chapter, and has inspired me with her work to write more.

"Hey Athrun?" Kira said out of the blue, looking over to his best friend. Who stood a bit in front of him, watching the soccer field intently. Out of the field were the sophomores, Kira, though he wasn't well knowledged in the ways of Soccer, could tell by watching them, that they were good. He smiled slightly, watching as Athrun's beautiful emerald eyes danced down the length of the field, watching as the ball went from one side, to the other, in a blink of an eye. Watching contently, as his eyes grew wide with excitement, as there school's team nearly got a goal. There were so many things that Athrun did, that blew Kira away. He laughed softly, as Athrun's luscious lips, in which he'd longed to taste, formed into a pout.

"Darn it!" he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, and glancing back at Kira. "Oh!" his smile returned. "Did you need something, Kira?" Athrun asked, his attention now fully on his friend. Behind him the crowd roared, someone had gotten a goal. For a split second, he hesitated on looking back at the fields, before shaking his head, coming to the conclusion that Kira was more important.

"You really like soccer, don't you?" he asked, his cheeks slightly flushed with happiness. If Athrun liked it so much, maybe…Maybe he'd teach him the standard rules and how to play. Kira wasn't an ace jock, like Yzak and Athrun were, he couldn't even come close. His true passions in life were the arts. Drama, Drawing, and Writing, anything that uses ones imagination, and creativity. But, it made him happy, seeing Athrun so happy, by only watching a game, he couldn't imagine seeing how excited he'd be, if he finally took Athrun's begging, to play along. Sure, he might not be to good, but it'd make his day to see one of Athrun's charming smiles.

"Of course I do!" he exclaimed, blinking twice at Kira. He knew this; it was only his favorite thing to talk a bout. "You know that, Kira!" Athrun's current goal in life was to make the Middle School Team.

Kira nodded. Blushing a deeper crimson, he looked up at him. "Well…I was wondering, if you wanted too, could you…show me how to play?" He asked softly, cocking his head to the right. Embarrassed and Nervous.

Athrun starred at him silently, this was the first time Kira had asked him to help teach the fundamentals of any sport. "…Kira? Are you serious?" slowly his eyes got wide with ecstatic happiness. "Of course I'll teach you!" he said, laughing happily. "I never thought you'd ever want to play a sport like soccer, Kira."

Kira shrugged softly. "Watching the game, I guess, interested me," he said lying. At least Athrun was smiling, and happy to help him out.

Athrun smiled, embracing the older one quickly. "Great! We'll go to the park after the game!" he said nodding, and taking his hand, leading Kira up into the metallic stands, beneath him Kira could hear the soft clicking of there shoes on the metal, ringing softly in his ears.

Athrun sat down on the top bench, explaining that this was the best place to see, because one would have to look down on the field, plus noone's head got in the way. He laughed, looking to Kira with a genuine smile, a soft blush on his pale, yet flawless skin…

Athrun didn't know how long they had been standing there. In that mini-circle of friendship, if not for his friends, he didn't know if he would've been able to withstand everything that had happened in the few weeks he'd been back. Lifting his head softly, a stray tear dripping down the right side of his cheek, he glanced at his friends. "…Thanks everyone…" he said softly.

Dearka waved him off. "No, Don't mention it. That's what friends are for…and that's what Kira would want us to do, Athrun. You know that, better then all of us do," he said with a smile.

He nodded. "…I know."

Some people were starring at them with confused stares. He'd completely forgotten that they weren't alone. Yzak followed his gaze, shrugging them off. "Athrun…Forget a bout them." Yzak said, moving away from the group, and walking towards the casket, peering downwards at the sleeping Kira. It sounded so much better then; "dead." It certainly looked like he was sleeping. Besides the pale and ghostly look towards him, he looked peaceful and gentle…

"You know…I never was to fond of Kira, until high school began…" Yzak mussed, starring with deep blue eyes at Kira. "It wasn't till then he really opened up to me. It started when we were freshmen…he was in most of my classes, and since we'd grown up with one another, we naturally grew close," he sighed, looking to Athrun. "…In our sophomore year, we were inseparable. I guess, because Kira was so innocent, and he kept me in track. I used to get into so many fights, for stupid reasons." he said, his tone of voice dropping low. He seemed to be re-calling past memories. "I guess, Kira had the same effect on me, that he had on you…and I was stupid enough to think I might've had a chance with him…but you two…I could easily tell how much he loved you, Athrun. Just by the slightest mention of your name he'd perk up, even in the worst of moods, and I knew then I didn't even stand the slightest chance against you." he said softly looking to Athrun.

Athrun was stricken with shock. He knew Yzak had strong feelings for Kira, but nothing like this. "Why didn't you say anything to Kira, then?" he asked, with a sincere look upon his pale face.

"Didn't I tell you before? I could see how much he loved you, and I'm nothing compared to you." he stated, with ever-growing annoyance. "And I didn't want to put anymore pressure on Kira, cause I know he wouldn't be able to handle it…" Yzak responded. Grunting and turning away. "It's nothing now, none of that matters." he says.

Athrun forced a smile, embracing the hotheaded platinum blonde once, before turning back to Kira. He could almost feel Yzak thanking him softly, before the other disappeared to go and find the others.

It was almost time to go to the actual graveyard in which he'd be buried Athrun swallowed hard, he wasn't at all looking forward to that not now, and not ever. "..." He sighed, looking around, seeing only strangers who'd come to pay their respects. Some of them asked him questions, and some of them just shrugged him on.

"…Are you a friend of his?" a man's voice asked, sounding cold and rough, as if he'd been through a lot during his life. Athrun turned around to face him silently.

"Yes I am…and who're you?" he asked curiosity burning inside of him.

The man looked about the age of 35, or so. His hair was shaggy brown, slightly spiked in random directions, but other then that, looking horribly ungroomed. His eyes were rounded, with deep purple bags underneath them, and colored a mix of brown and red, narrowed with questioning. As Athrun spoke, he growled.

"Your Athrun Zala, aren't you?" he asked, with the same rough tone.

"I…am…Who're you?" he asked, weirded out that this guy actually knew his name. Suddenly, Athrun began to get a bit nervous, swallowing hard, to rid of the slowly forming lump in his throat. His heart beating slowly rising, for reason beknownst to even himself.

"I'm Oliver Yamato." he stated.

Athrun blinked. Where had he heard that name before? He was defiantly a relative of Kira's, because of the last name, but who, exactly was he?

"You may know me, as Kira's uncle." a sly smile came over his face.

Athrun took a minute to comprehend this. Kira's…Uncle? THE uncle who had put him in so much pain? THE uncle who helped in bringing Kira's downfall? THE uncle who, instead of helping him, like a real uncle should, brought him pain and sadness?

"Excuse Me?" he asked, softly. "Who did you say you were?" he asked, hoping that maybe…somehow he'd heard him wrong. Praying that he had heard him wrong.

"Kira's uncle." Oliver repeated himself, with a raised brow. What was wrong with this kid?

Athrun clenched his fists, an angered rage slowly creeping through his veins. The blood rushing to his face, as he clearly fought off an urge to yell at this…this monster.

Oliver watched him, amused. He was handsome all right, more so then Kira. A sudden unpure thought flooded over him. What would he look like stripped from his clothes, sweating and withering beneath him? The thought caused Oliver to smirk deeply. He'd have to find out…

Athrun starred up into his brownish red eyes, with pure disgust. A mixture of emotions. Anger, Hate, Disgust, Confusion, and Pain. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, to calm himself enough to speak clearly.

"May I ask you something?" Athrun said, slowly, trying to hide his emotions, as Yzak had showed him how to do numerous time.

"…Hm? What is it?" he asked, stepping closer, which only caused Athrun to step back.

"What…Who…Gave you the right to show your disgusting face here? You did this to him…!"

Author's Notes; And Here is Chapter 20! Finally, I updated! w00t go me! And as you can see; I dedicated this chapter to a reviewer, and since I am NEARING, not ending, NEARING the end, I decided to dedicate the last few chapters to some of my reviewers. Who knows? Maybe you'll be next! -

Love you all,

Tenshi