Unforgettable Partings
Chapter 22; Secrets Revealed
TenshiSakuraTakai
Dedicated Too; Riley Mayori: You've stuck with me from the beginning and I felt you should be noted for that. Thank you so much.

Authors Notes; I feel bad that it took me this long too update, seeing as this is one of my favorites I've written, but today I got the inspiration and couldn't stop writing. Hopefully it'll stick around and I'll be able to finish this story. Pleeease R x R!

Lightning lit up the midnight blue skies, leaving ghostly tracks of yellow behind them. An April storm ragged on. Dumping its furry upon the towns, who happened to be gloomy enough to get stuck as a new victim of its rage. It had been raining for the last few days, and as depressing as it was…these storms had grown attached to him. Each night, spending late hours sitting upon his windowsill, staring out into the dark skies. Thinking upon previous hours spent playing video games and watching TV. A perfect life for one such as himself.

No problems, nothing to worry a bout, just a long day full of fun. Of course, if /he/ had been with him it would've been all the better. But Kira wasn't with him. He was stuck inside his own home across town with his uncle and sister doing who knows what. Athrun had found himself wondering quite a few times the past few days what his best friend was doing. The lousy weather meant that he could do no more then wait around for it too past. Noone was allowed to go outside due to the damn flood warnings issued in the towns nearby not even to let out the trash. Not that the garbage men even BOTHERED to come out during this kind of weather but the townsmen had thought it would be smart to tell this to the citizens underneath their power.

Lousy idiots.

Athrun sat up from his bed, yawning lightly. It was almost eleven, and even though he was exhausted more then ever it seemed that the video games had gotten to him he wasn't going to sit around and wonder what Kira was doing with his life, he was going to go and find out. Okay…it wasn't his best idea in the world but…

Eleven PM…he figured his brunette best friend would still be awake…Kira never did like going to be early, so a quick visit with him would be no problem. Or so he hoped. Deciding that warning his parents a bout going outside would only end with a long lecture a bout it being dangerous, he slipped on his leather jacket, and slipped out of his bedroom. He could hear the TV playing softly in his parent's bedroom and took it as a sign that they were still awake. Mentally cursing this, Athrun tiptoed down the dark hall.

Having no idea what exactly possessed him to do such a stunt, he sighed. Something in the back of his head told him to go outside and too Kira's home. Something…Something. Instinct perhaps, but then again why would instinct lead him out to the cold and damp misleading of the night? He didn't know, and given the current position he was in, he didn't really care.

He silently knelt down on the bottom step, frantically tying the laces of his black boots. His mum had insisted on him wearing only his old boots in weather such as this, and he much preferred them to his sneakers…in the rain at least. After tying his boots, he glanced back up the stairs, before slipping out of the door upon unlocking it. "…Alright Athrun. It's just a thunderstorm. Not a problem." he muttered to himself, before jogging down the long trail away from his home.

Athrun glanced around the dark streets as he silently de-coded which way would take him less time. He couldn't stay out for too long, his father would surely catch him, and he also had to add in the time it would take him to get to Kira's, talk for a little while, and then get back. An hour at the least just for that. Cursing inaudibly, his emerald orbs danced around before coming to an abrupt stop. Through the pounding rain, and blasting thunder, he could hear cries for help in the distance. That voice…

"Kira!" Athrun yelled, startling the four men a couple of yards away. He could hear the cried response, but couldn't understand it as he darted in the brunette's direction. Succeeding it driving the men away from the fragile boy.

Kira was curled up against the wet grass, in an almost fetal position. His sobs echoing hauntingly through the rain as Athrun shot glances around before dropping down besides him. "Kira!" his own heart was racing almost to hard for him to bare as he shakily reached out for the ladder. "…Shhh…Kira, it's me…its Athrun." he said as calmly as he possibly could. Placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder silently, attempting to draw him closer. "Ki…Kira?"

As he did this, the other only shivered and scurried further away from him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't do it, I'm sorry!" Kira cried, shivering immensely.

"You didn't do anything!" he said quickly following him. /What the hell did they do too him/ Athrun found himself questioning his self. "They're gone…I'm here, Kira." he murmured softly, once more approaching the older male. "…Kira, I won't hurt you…"

This time when Athrun stepped closer, the other seemed to realize just whom he was talking too. "Athrun!" he cried out, lunging himself into his open arms. Fingers scrabbling to hold onto him tightly, tears streaming down his face. The salty tears mixed with the rain collided and ended on Athrun's damp shoulders, continuing to sob deeply.

"I'm here, I'm here…I'm not going anywhere…"

"They…My un…" Kira no longer could finish his sentence, and Athrun turned his back to the brunette after pushing him away.

"Get on my back…I'm taking you to my home, Kira." he said softly, and ushered for him to do as was said. Kira looked hesitant, but soon wrapped his arms around his neck and got onto his back.

Athrun had never questioned Kira a bout what happened-he'd tried once or twice but it only ended in a bloody mess of tears and sobs. And after that accident, Kira had spent more and more time at his home, and though it wasn't necessarily a good memory, it was one he would never forget…

The mood of the funeral home had suddenly shifted. It had been quiet before, now it was silent. The sadness hung over the room

but now it was mixed with horror. Athrun was beginning to find it hard to breath with the newfound knowledge that the man standing before him was the cause of Kira's pain-well most of it.

"…You son of a bitch…" he muttered in anger. He had failed to notice Yzak coming up behind him, grabbing his arm as if trying to hold him back, pressing back against the blonde as he tried to pull him away. "What right do you have to be here!" Athrun yelled, more then a little frustrated.

"I told him to come." Yzak said in his ear, only to be met with a stunned silence. Knowing quite well that this would be his only chance to explain, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "…And the three of us are going to go and talk outside. This isn't the place to talk…it's a mark against the memories Kira gave to us to argue in his last home…" he allowed his voice to carry off behind him, as he grabbed Athrun's wrist tighter, and lead him to the door.

Oliver didn't move from his spot. A wicked grin casting across his features as he turned to face the two now a few feet ahead of him. "…And what makes you think I'll be talking to you."

"Oh let's say…" Yzak dug into the pocket of his slacks, and pulled out a brown envelope that was slightly folded at the top. "Blackmail?" he returned the same grin before pulling Athrun out of the funeral room, Oliver soon following behind them.

Athrun turned slightly to look at Yzak, who was still smiling triumphantly. "…What is in that envelope? Is it really blackmail?" he asked in a light whisper. If it was, why hadn't he told him earlier? Something in the back of his mind told Athrun there was more to the story then just that.

"Just wait…all we've got to do is get him to confess a bout doing all that rubbish to Kira…and then he's as good as dead." the platinum blonde explained in a whisper, sitting down on the railing. "…Oliver, Oliver, Oliver." his tone had changed immensely, now it was filled with the tone of one who had just gained severe power. It caused Athrun to cringe, Yzak was good at this, that he had to give credit for, and he was even more surprised by the look that came across Kira's uncle's face. He looked terrified…and he damn well should be.

"I'm quite glad you made it down today. Kira would've been…" he looked thoughtful for a moment, "…happy to see you made it." Yzak now slid off the railing, placing the envelope close to Oliver's face, just under his nose. While his other hand reached into his pocket, making him look calm and in-control "…Now. Let's get down to business, shall we?" he turned once more, snatching the envelope just out of reach when Oliver had tried to grab it. "…What did you do to him?" he asked, moving to stand in front of Athrun. "…You knew Kira was afraid of you, didn't you? And you decided to use it too your advantage, no?"

The older man chuckled, arms now crossed firmly over his chest. "And what makes you so sure of this? Your just a damn kid meddling with things you shouldn't." he stated, shaking his head.

"Oh, pity. You found out a bout my intentions." Yzak muttered, rolling his eyes. "Now answer my bloody question! What the hell did you do to him? Or…I show these-" he pointed to the envelope, "-to the authorities. I'm sure you don't want these, do you?"

He scowled at this. "…You bastard…" he scathed, growling lowly in a way Athrun found quite intimidating. He knew better then to speak now, and allowed Yzak to do, as he wanted. The feeling of not knowing something important returned to the azure haired male.

"You beat him. You abused him. You raped him once, did you not?" he had now narrowed his eyes. The anger glistening through Yzak was more then Athrun had ever seen before. "You caused him pain and memories that he could never forget and then you laughed a bout it! Didn't you! Didn't you!" Yzak had now gotten into Oliver's face, growling in the same tone the other had used moments before. "Answer my damn question or else you'll end up biting off way to much more then you can chew." he scowled, the anger emitting from the both of them was suffocating, and Athrun could only stand back and watch in awe.

"And so what if I did." Oliver asked, not the bit fazed either, the grin coming back to him. "…Nothing you can do a bout it now! The kids dead, now he could be with his mother like he damn well should've been!"

Athrun's eyes flamed over. "Shut the hell up!"

"Athrun, buzz off." Yzak said calmly, shaking his head. "If anyone deserves to be dead, Oliver…It should be you." Yzak's arms crossed now, and he raised a brow in anticipation. "So? Did you do this to him?" he asked with the same knowing smile.

This seemed to infuriate Oliver, and he narrowed his dark blood-shot eyes. Athrun could tell he was a drunk, not only by the look but also by the stench coming forth off of his body. It was worse then his own father, and he had to fight off the urge to gag immensely. "…Seems like brats these days don't know how to respect their superiors."

"I seriously hope you do not mean yourself." Yzak answered, before shoving the envelope into Oliver's face. "NOW ANSWER MY QUESTION!" he yelled, slamming Kira's uncle into the railing.

Oliver nearly lost his balance, although he quickly stood up straighter. "You worthless piece of crap. You're a bout to be reacquainted with your little boyfriend, I always knew that kid was a fag deep down…but since you asked…" he grinned and laughed cheerily. "I did. He didn't listen, so I taught him discipline. When he was bad he knew the consequences, and it served the fag some good!" he snapped back, now it was Yzak's turn to laugh.

"I'm afraid that you just met your end as a free man,…" he laughed, glancing back at Athrun who looked completely dumbfounded. Yzak grinned cheekily and reached into his slacks once more, pulling out a tape-recorder. "You're a fucking fool, Oliver…and now you can serve your time…seeing as Athrun and I, not only were the only ones to hear this confession, but others have witnessed it as well…" he turned away from the older one and looked to the surrounding tress. "Boys, I think it's a good time to show yourself, no?"

Athrun wasn't the only one who looked completely stunned, both he and Oliver were looking upon Yzak like he'd completely lost it. That was until at least a dozen men dressed in blue stepped out from the surrounding trees.

"Oliver Yamato, you are under arrest for abuse of a teenaged man." by the looks of the man, he must've been the commander, passing Athrun with a nod of acknowledgement, he and four others surrounded Oliver, who now was completely speechless. "Yzak, I must say you did a fine job this afternoon, your mother will defiantly be hearing a bout this tonight." the commander said, as Yzak moved down so he was standing besides Athrun, as the man, Mr. Raditch read off Oliver's rights, handcuffing him as he did so.

"What the hell's going on, Yzak?"

Yzak grinned cheekily once more, "…Remember when I stuffed the envelope in his face the first time?" Athrun nodded, "As I did that, I also flicked on my tape-recorder that was hidden in my pocket. I knew I could get Oliver to confess to his abuse upon Kira, so I told the authorities, since my Mum and I are both quite close to quite a few of the men and women of the police headquarters, seeing as that's what I want to do when I can get a job, they listened to me. I've helped crack a few cases prior to this, they trusted me…and now, as you can see, Oliver will be taken to the holding center, until he goes to court, and from there, due to the plain evidence upon Kira's body, other then his self-inflicted scars and my recording of his confession, he'll be taken to jail…don't know for how long but due to the expanse of it quite a while." Yzak replied, arms crossed as he watched the men lead Oliver to a hidden police vehicle. "…If not a lifetime sentence. I snuck into Kira's home a few nights ago, when he told me Oliver wouldn't be home, and found quite a few tapes the police will be interested in…but enough a bout this…We should be getting back, don't you think? They're going to be transporting Kira to his gravesite soon." Yzak turned back to face Athrun before leading him up the stairs.

"Yzak…I could kiss you…" he mussed, staring at him in wild disbelief.

The said male chuckled. "Kira wouldn't be too happy a bout that, would he?"

"Probably not." Athrun said laughing softly, before running up the steps and following him inside…