Dear Comet

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

Chapter One: The Fan Letter


Dear Comet,

I'm still here on my bed. After an amazing concert, I would have expected to have a pleasant night, but I didn't get much sleep last night. I kept waking up because of dreams, nightmares. I can't remember what they were about, but I know that they shook me down to my core. They're coming back, Comet-san. Just what do I do?

-GundamStrike


The auburn-haired man folded his laptop and put it aside on his bedside table. He ran a hand through his already-ruffled hair, hoping it would calm him down a little. He flipped the covers out of his body and looked at the digital clock beside him. The red digits proudly read, "7:30" He would have groaned and tried to get back some sleep if he wasn't so scared to go back to dreamland. It was after all Sunday and their first break in weeks.

He looked over at the other two beds in the room. He wasn't surprised to see one empty. Athrun had always been the morning person among them and Shinn was exactly the opposite as he still lay snoring in his corner. Kira would have been joining Shinn right now. Kira wasn't really a morning person, but he didn't wake up a grump like Shinn does. Whatever mood he slept with, he would wake up similarly which means if he slept happy, his mood would still be bright come morning.

Now, you may be wondering why three superstars had to live together and not in individual houses or mansions with the money they earn. The truth was, however, that they were a little short on money even with the fame and everything. Their company gathered most of their money as signed on their contracts. They didn't mind, actually, but Kira was just grateful that they did not cut expenses when they went on tour.

He stood up from the bed and slipped on a shirt that had been hanging on the headboard of his bed. He padded toward the kitchen, narrowly missing a misplaced guitar on the way. He hoped that Athrun had prepared a fresh batch of coffee.

He was going to need it.


She groaned lightly when she felt something warm hit her face. She tried to get her pillow to block it, but she found out she couldn't move her arms at all. In fact, her whole body felt sore. That and she could feel something thin and sharp entering her arm. She squinted a cerulean eye open to find that indeed her window curtains had been opened yet again. She frowned though when she realized another shot was being injected into her arm, paralyzing her. She groaned slightly as she felt the needle leaving her skin. That was an unpleasant feeling, no matter how many times she was injected.

Hannah looked at her apologetically before discarding the injection into a nearby trash can. She then taped a wet cotton ball on the injected spot. The old nurse stroked the girl's long hair and explained when the girl gave a pout, "I was hoping to do it while you were still sleeping. I know how you hate shots. That medicine will leave your body a little numb for a few hours. I was hoping you would sleep through them."

The girl shifted the best she could under the medicine's spell. She sighed when she realized she was really stuck in this position until the medicine wore off. At least, she could still talk though. "I would have slept through it, Hannah-san, if you hadn't drawn the curtains." She tried to point to the window with her eyes. "I love the sun, but it somehow hates me."

Hannah could only laugh at her antics. When the girl pouted again, she made a move to the windows and was about to close it when the girl objected. "I'm awake. Might as well enjoy the weather." Hannah had heard the young girl mumble. She listened and did not draw the fluttering white curtains as a breeze made its way to the room. When the girl asked her to turn on the radio by her bed side, Hannah knew that it was no use sticking around to observe her. The girl would do nothing but listen and occasionally sing along to the music. She decided she would just come back in an hour.

The old nurse did not know, but the patient on the small white bed had just been waiting for her to leave. She almost let out a smile when the nurse grabbed the golden doorknob that led to the outside of the hospital. It wasn't that she didn't like Hannah. She loved her caretaker with all her heart, but at times, she just wanted to be alone. After all, she couldn't move and she still felt quite tired. Maybe she could rest a while...

"Oh, yes, dear."

The girl turned her head to look at Hannah who had poked her head through the door she had left through only seconds ago.

"I mailed your letter for you."

She knew a look of confusion had crossed her face when her caretaker giggled. She never wrote letters...unless...

"Hannah-san, you didn't..."

"The letter was looking so lonely not being mailed to the person." Hannah gave an innocent look, one the girl knew too well. "So, I took the liberty to grab one of the envelopes we use here and mail it myself. It's a shame you didn't have a nice envelope to go with such wonderful stationery..."

She was interrupted, however, when the girl groaned, "HANNAH-SAN!"


Kira could feel his eyes drooping as he continued to stare at the weatherman forecasting a storm the coming week. He didn't know why the chubby man even bothered. No one ever listened to this particular channel, but for some reason, it seemed to be only thing on television that entertained his companions...well, Shinn anyway.

"His chin wobbles when he speaks." Shinn howled in laughter as he clutched his stomach. Athrun, who sat beside the younger man on the couch, rolled his emerald eyes in boredom and he said as he rested his chin on an open palm, "Shinn, you've been laughing at his wobbly chin for an hour now." Apparently, the news channel thought it was funny to put a one-hour special featuring their stout announcer as both newscaster and weatherman.

Shinn merely shushed the azure-haired man and continued giggling to himself as the man patted his stomach and it wiggled under the force. Kira was amazed that the motion could be seen even through the cleanly-pressed white striped shirt, but he didn't get the amusement that Shinn was experiencing. He glanced over at Athrun who looked about ready to fall asleep.

Kira took it upon himself to save their only break. They were not going to spend it watching a fat man talking. He was seated at one of the twin arm chairs in their tiny living room, so Shinn didn't notice that the remote had been lifted off the small coffee table until the television blinked to a close.

"Hey! I was watching."

Athrun cheered inwardly. He knew however that once Shinn is in a bad mood, everything would eventually go downhill. Shinn was turning sourer and grumpier by the second. He said nonchalantly, "The video game store down the block is having a sale if you guys are interested." Kira smiled and Shinn suddenly looked a lot happier. He knew that both of them enjoyed video games so much that it became an addiction and an excellent stress eliminator to the group. That's probably why they had a whole room dedicated to them. And Kira was just wondering where their money goes to.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go."


She could just die with embarrassment.

It had been hours since she learned she could finally move again, but she didn't want to move. The minute she learned she could move again, she made a grab for her laptop and typed out long letter for an advice from Comet-san. To summarize what she had said, "My pesky nurse sent an invitation to my favorite band. What do I do?"

The results left her speechless.

"Dear Pink Songstress,

Wait.

-Comet-san."

That had been Comet's only advice to her. That single word. No matter how many times she reworded and looked around it, she just couldn't see what Comet-san had meant. Wait for what? Wait for a rejection or forever if her letter was ignored? An answer? Or wait for her mail to be returned to her because there wasn't a stamp or something? She shook her head. She knew that Hannah wasn't that careless even at her old age.

That one word was killing her...pun intended.


Kira ran a hand through his hair. So far, a week had passed since their break and they were currently in a waiting room, monitoring their performance. The week had been busy to put it lightly. They were required to attend several talk shows, music shows, MTV and even radio shows. And it was only Thursday. He barely had any sleep the past week. In fact, the whole group was tired out of their wits.

"You guys look like you've seen better days."

Kira looked up to their manager, Tolle Koenig. He was a good friend of Kira in college and when they graduated, they separated ways only to be joined together again when Kira realized that Tolle had taken up management in their company, ZAFT. Tolle had prodded ZAFT to give him the position of manager of the GUNDAMs when the group was just starting to form.

Tolle and Kira exchanged grins before Tolle handed Kira one of three cold water bottles in his arms. Kira said his thanks before taking a long swig at the container, mindful of spilling the contents on his stage costume. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Tolle had given the two other bottles to Athrun and Shinn. After finishing his bottle, Shinn tossed the bottle back to Tolle who barely caught it. The youngest male groaned, "How many more do we have to endure?" He slumpd back against the foldable chair.

"Just two more shows and you guys are done for the day."

A unison of moans of protest could be heard. Their concert had been such a huge success that after their break everyone seemed to want them on everything. The GUNDAMs were at the top of everything even after they had just released their fifth mini-album. Tolle shook his head as the atmosphere in the room seemed to be suffocating him. "Aw, cheer up, guys!" He was ignored, however, as the three would hear nothing of what he wanted to say. He was contemplating on whether he would leave them be or not...then he was struck with an idea and with a quick fist to palm gesture, he rushed out of the room.

Athrun could see the toll that these shows they were having on his team. Kira's amethyst eyes were outlined with dark and heavy bags and Shinn looked like he couldn't even stand up straight anymore. He wasn't surprised when Shinn suddenly slumped, his head thumped against the table loudly. Kira seemed to have awakened from his daze at the sound, but Shinn had somehow fallen asleep. Kira did seem more and more distracted these days...maybe he could distract him with another topic.

"You were thinking about her, weren't you, Kira?"

Athrun smirked when Kira jumped up slightly and glared at the blue-haired man. He sighed, however, and as Athrun predicted, a blush made its way to his tan cheeks. Kira shook his head, but now that Athurn had mentioned it, she was all he could think of. Athrun knew this. If there was one topic they did not share with Shinn, it would be concerning their love life. Both knew nothing of Shinn's love life and he knew nothing of theirs. It was a secret that the two childhood slash best friends kept well.

Silence started to fill the room and it was only broken when the door burst open. This had woken Shinn up and made all three of them snap at attention. In came three people, one being their manager. The other two were their light technician, Sai Argyle, a good friend of both Tolle and Kira and their hair and make-up head, Flay Allster, who made Kira blush at the sight of her. Each of the three were carrying a large sack that looked like it was about to explode. On Tolle's signal, the three dropped the sacks which were already open. Its contents spilled on the floor and letters of all kinds were displayed on the floor of their waiting room for them to see.

Tolle looked proud at his job and beamed. "These are the letters from the Pilots we collected for the week." Pilots was the name they gave their fan base and apparently, the fans loved it immensely. He gave a cheeky grin and said, "I know how you guys enjoy reading and receiving things from the fans, so I hoped bringing them here would boost your spirits."

Tolle motioned for the other two to leave the room as he too started for the door. Kira could feel a twinge on his heart when Sai wrapped an arm around Flay's waist. Tolle took no notice at this and simply winked. He announced, "Oh, yes. You guys will be cooped up here for another hour. Apparently, the crew screwed up some things and the artist on stage had to redo everything. Poor fellow, he's been up there for more than thirty minutes." The last part he had mumbled to himself as he closed the door.

Kira could see that Shinn had already began to dig through the letters, eyes eagerly scanning them. Athrun had also started to rummage around, but he knew that Athrun was concerned as he kept glancing at him. It was quite painful to admit that he indeed liked Flay Allster. Who wouldn't? She could be sweet and charming one moment then deadly and cunning the next. She had beautiful blood red hair, eyes as blue as the deep ocean and a face he could stare at all day.

He had met her in the company and was instantly bewitched by her presence. He had heard the rumors of her being a spoiled prima donna, a devil in heels and even an ugly witch in disguise. These did not do anything to bring down his crush which soon escalated to puppy love, but before he could do anything about it, Sai had already moved in and asked her out. They had been going out for two years now.

Deciding to distract himself from her, he shifted his attention to the letters sprawled out on the floor. He could feel the joy that suddenly entered his system as he knelt down to gingerly pick a light pink envelope from the floor. He smile when he saw the several opened envelopes and gifts on the floor. He then realized that Shinn and Athrun had already been doing this for a while. Tolle had been right about it. They admired the fact that their fans could dedicate so much time and love into their presents even Shinn, the brashest among them would carefully open the letter even if he was in a rush.

He gently opened the letter and chuckled at the contents. The girl who had written the letter was quite a shy one as she had barely written anything, but had kindly told them to do their best. He opened a red one this time and did his best not to laugh. This girl was blunt and was a person who seemed to be aggressive as she had demanded their presence on her eighteenth birthday. Inside the letter, three invitations had been filled out with their respective stage names, "To. Strike, Aegis and Impulse." He noted to himself to simply send her a greeting once on stage. He had finished a dozen more letters and letters of thank your, do your best and congratulations were scanned and read thoroughly. He blushed slightly when he came upon the love letters and decided to read those once they were back in their apartment.

He could the tiredness in his body float away as he read letter after letter. He never knew how the fans did it, but at the right times, they gave him the strength and courage he needed. Athrun and Shinn felt the same as the room had been quiet for some time. That was a feat considering that Shinn was alert and wide awake.

He inwardly chuckled at the thought. He was about to grab an orange-scented envelope when a pure white envelope caught his attention. It was wedged between his and Athrun's piles. Curious, he grabbed at it. His action made Athrun look up from the blue stationery he was reading and glanced at Kira. Kira was turning the envelope around as he looked at it. The front of the letter grabbed his attention. "TO. The GUNDAMs" had been neatly written in front. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered Kira, but the logo on the envelope caught his eye.

"A blue cross? Isn't that the Orb General Hospital?"

Shinn had said as he pushed past Athrun's and Kira's heads to look at it closer. Sure enough, the name "Orb General Hospital" surrounded the blue cross in a tiny font. Shinn asked, confused, "Why would the hospital be writing to us?" Athrun shrugged and urged Kira to open the envelope. Being careful not to tear the envelope, he quickly opened and unfolded the letter inside. The paper was written on a different piece of paper, a light pink stationery surrounded by tiny white butterflies. The handwriting of this girl had to be the most delicate Kira had ever seen.

"Dear GUNDAMs,

It had taken me a lot of guts to write this letter, but the idea of knowing that this letter would never make it to your laps eased me into writing it anyway. It's been two years since you guys have debuted. I have dedicatedly followed you through your journey ever since I first listened to your voices on my radio. I was on the verge of death two years ago and could barely move, but then I chanced upon your song. Miraculously, I suddenly felt stronger and from that moment forth, i became a Pilot.

I've been in the Orb General Hospital since I was born and cannot leave its premises. I can only go as far as the gates of the hospital and even then, I have to be accompanied by my nurse. Therefore, I regret to say as a Pilot that I have never been to any of your concerts. I try, however, to catch them as soon as I can on my laptop as my room doesn't have a television as my doctor did not allow it. I have watched numerous fan cams and try to see the shows I've missed. My doctor even thinks that I'm risking my health by doing so. I am happy to admit though that the doctor was wrong and you guys will always be my source of strength and power.

Though I may never meet you guys in person, I will pray and hope with all my heart that you guys will continue to do your best and never give up on your dreams. Your songs give me so much courage and your compassion fills my heart with delight. I may be getting weaker, but you guys have given me enough strength to survive for at least a few more is all I can say and I will hope that you appreciate my silent support no matter how small and insignificant it may be."

The boys didn't finish the letter. Athrun stood up and strolled out of the door while Shinn followed suit. Only Kira was left behind, but he wasn't upset. In fact, he was elated. He finished the letter with a grin and tucked the letter into his jacket. Patting it through the leather surface, he gathered the letters and placed them back unto the sack.

'Orb General Hospital will be in for one heck of a surprise.'


"Thank you, Strike. Thank you, Aegis. Thank you, Impulse. I sincerely hope we could meet in the future. Perhaps when I'm well enough to walk around. I don't mind waiting until the time comes. Congratulations on your second anniversary and continue to move forward.

Love, Lacus Clyne."


Author's Note: Well, school's starting again and I don't know when I will be able to update this. Let's cross our fingers and hope I can update this sooner. Reviews are loved and sorry for any grammatical and spelling errors.

Mini-album - sorta like albums only they contain up to five songs.

Fan Cam - short for fan-taken cameras

I'm basing these on the things I see in B2ST like the waiting room etc. I'm not entirely sure how it works in America so I sticked to the Korean set-up where they do everything with pre-recordings and several rehearsals. The letter Lacus writes is quite personal to me as the same thing happened to me except less dramatic.

I became a B2UTY (B2ST fan base) a week after they came to my country as part of their tour. I have watch almost all the shows they have been on and watched several fan cams. When I was in Korea, I was barely in Seoul and when I was there, I caught not even a glimpse of them as they were elsewhere. I have an impressive collection and abundant knowledge of them but that is about the only thing I can boast about. So, I'm basing the GUNDAMs on B2ST. I feel the same thing that Lacus feels.

B2ST do love their B2UTIES!

PS. I changed the Gundams to GUNDAMs...ehehehe