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Chapter 2: So Young

Muww La Flaga watched as the repair team dragged in the broken mobile suit. He didn't quite understand what they were going to accomplish by bringing it aboard. He knew there were going to be questions asked once they reached Artemis. What would they say? That an unauthorized teenager piloting the Strike had asked them to? Muww shook his head. They had to bring it on. The kid just looked so sad and afraid. Even if he was a Coordinator, he still had feelings. And he was just so young. It's not fair that he had to do that, Muww thought, This small request is probably the only thing we can could do to repay him. He alternated his weight between each foot, swaying from side to side. But still... He heard a loud clank and turned to look back at the crew. They had managed to place the bits and pieces that were intact into roughly the place they would have been were the machine intact. The upper parts of it were in okay condition, most of them broken into fairly large bits, but the bottom was almost completely destroyed. There were huge gaps where the crew had just given up on trying to get all the pieces from the floating debris of the battle. However, there was one major part that stood out as mostly undamaged. The cockpit.

Muww frowned. How was that even possible? The beam struck right where the cockpit was, or, was supposed to be. He walked over as they were prying the hatch open. Was it possible that the pilot survived? The bottom was buckled and ripped a bit, so maybe... Muww instantly felt disgusted with himself. He was actually hoping that another person, another human being, was dead. What had he become? Just like that man, I too am being corrupted. Muww's thoughts were interrupted as the mechanics managed to pull the door open. He put on his soldiers face and pushed lightly through to see what had become of the pilot of the Aegis. He had to know.

What he saw shocked him. The controls and screens were all splashed with blood. The pilot was propped up slightly on the side, the left part of his helmet completely crushed where it must have hit the wall. His head was hanging, concealing his face, but red leaking down from strands of midnight hair suggested a head injury. His hands were slightly bent, still clutching the main controls. The metal underneath him had split open, entangling his legs and slicing open his flight suit. The bottom was practically filled with blood, oozing and congealing as it was exposed to the air. The crew watched on in silence as Muww climbed slightly into the cockpit, reaching to pull the pilot out. To his great surprise, when he touched the arm of the "dead" pilot he let out a soft and long moan.

Athrun blinked. There was light now. Too much light. It burned his eyes. He tried to move, but something was stopping him. Right across his shoulders, giant plastic straps. He frowned. They were there for a reason. He just couldn't remember for what reason. His head spun. Where was this light coming from? It wasn't directly ahead, but it wasn't directly above either. He tried to focus his eyes, but found he didn't have any control. What? What's happening?! His heart started to race. He was terrified. He struggled to move, but the paralysis that seemed to run up his body refused to let up. A shadow moved into the blinding light. Now what? Athrun was so confused. He really wished it would just all stop. Or at least that something would let him know what was going on. He felt a weight on his wrist and a slight tug. He groaned involuntarily as pain shot up from the spot. All his nerves seemed to be hyper sensitive, even though he had no motor control. The weight was released on his arm. The shadow shifted, and he could hear startled murmuring from somewhere beyond the light. He could feel a light brush of fabric, and the shadow appeared again, reaching for his neck. Athrun gasped and tried to turn away, but found again that he could not. The shadow began to take a shape. The shape of a hand. Athrun felt a scream rise up in his throat as the hand rested a finger on his chin.

But instead of encircling his neck and suffocating him like he thought it would, it carefully lifted up his chin to meet the face of the shadow. A sad looking face with azure eyes and short gold ringlets. A low voice came from the man, but to Athrun the words did not seem to match up with the movements of his mouth. Almost like the words were said before the mouth moved. "So young..." He saw the eyes turn away and heard a commanding shout. An obedient reply was returned, and the man turned back, meeting Athrun's eyes again. "You are aboard the Earth Alliance Ship the Archangel," the man said quietly, obviously making an effort to make sure that Athrun could understand, "We're not going to let you die, but you still are a prisoner of this vessel. Do you understand?" Athrun didn't even bother trying to nod. Instead he gave the man a suitable glare for an enemy, even though his heart rate was still rising. The man's mouth quirked into what might have been a nervous smile, but his eyes still showed sadness and worry. Why was this man worried about him? He was a member of ZAFT, and the man was a member of the Earth Forces. That man should have killed him once he found that Athrun was still alive. Why? He stopped as another wave of pain coursed through him, making the pinpricks of light spread on his eyes. The last thing he saw was the blonde curls and bright blue gaze of the Earth Alliance soldier.

Author's Note: Kira will appear in the next chapter. I know he wasn't in this one and I'm sorry, but the end of the chapter would have been messed up if I put his part in here. :(

Question-why did some people think that Athrun was going to die? Some of my friends thought it too. That would make a very short ending:

They opened the cockpit. The pilot was dead in a massive pool of blood. Kira saw and was traumatized from seeing his childhood friend dead. He wept uncontrollably for days on end. The end.

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Another note: i'm sorry. I'm really hyper so i must write this.

Muww La Flaga's thoughts when "dead" Athrun moans- AAUUUGGHHH! ZOMBIE!

Ahahaha, i kills meself XD