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Chapter 8: Run Run Run as Fast as You Can

Athrun felt his pulse rise rapidly as he realized, with unrestrained joy, that he indeed could move his legs. To an extent, mind you, but still. A catlike grin crossed his face as he felt triumph ring through him. He glanced quickly at the sliding doors, trying to be sure that no doctors would come in and surprise him. He knew that it was quite early in the morning now, and for the better part of an hour he had been working on getting the movement back in his legs. At first, it had only been a slight wiggle in his toes, and now, well, Athrun was fairly certain that he could even chance walking. That is, if his legs weren't still strapped down. He scowled. Those leather straps were such an annoyance, but Athrun didn't fail to notice that Mu had left his top one undone.

Thinking quickly, Athrun sat up, pulling at the clasps on the leather straps. There seemed to be no special mechanism for undoing them as they fell down the sides of his bed. Perfect. Swinging his legs over the side, Athrun tested them on the cold tile, noting that he seemed to have all the feeling back in his legs. Wincing slightly as he put weight on them, Athrun felt around the bandages to make sure that he hadn't reopened any cuts. No blood seemed to be seeping through, so he took a chance, manoeuvring around the various wires attached to his skin, and stood, putting all his weight on his feet.

Sharp agonizing pain rang out through his wounds, causing Athrun to let a whimper go unchecked for just a moment. He immediately broke into a sweat, thick rivulets of it running down the sides of his face. Gasping, he grasped on the rail of the bed to steady himself. Not quite right, I guess. Defeated for a moment, Athrun sat back down on his bed, monitoring the door in case someone had heard him.

Typical, I get the feeling back in my legs, and one of the first sensations I get is pain. How useful is that? Athrun groaned, looking again over the various instruments that monitored his life signs. If any of the doctors notice that I have use of my legs, I probably find myself locked in a cell, which is infinitely more difficult to get out of. And, if these instruments lose contact with my body, the machine will flat-line and doctors would be here in no less than a minute. I know that my body would probably give out quite quickly if put under a high stress situation, but this may be my only chance to get away! Athrun ground his teeth in frustration. I suppose I should give it a try regardless; better that then freely accept my death at the hand of some self-righteous official.

Giving the door a long, calculating look, Athrun gripped the side of the mattress, once again putting weight on his feet. He bite his lip as he felt the pain return, though it didn't seem to be as intense as it was the first time. Carefully moving all of the wires to one side, Athrun carefully pulled the IV out of his arm, turning off the flow of the saline drip. He did a check of himself, making sure his bandages were all secure. He was mildly disturbed when he observed blood seeping through a tiny bandage on his wrist, but he set aside as a minor concern. Athrun scanned the room, looking for anything that he could possibly use as a weapon. Spotting a scalpel left carelessly on the tray next to him, he swiftly snatched it and stuck it through his hair, resting it on his ear. The tangled knots served as enough support to hold the instrument up temporarily. Athrun took a deep breath and wiggled his toes, adrenaline thumping through his system. Now, I'll give this a try.

Wrapping his hand around the various cords attached to his body, Athrun focused his now overly bright green eyes on the door. Alright, lets try this on the count of three. One...two...three!

He ripped the nodes off of his body, causing the machine monitoring his heart rate and various other machines to flat line and alarms to go off. Running to the door, his hospital gown trailing like a billowing dress, Athrun hastily hacked the code lock, causing it to open in a fast swishing moment. Wasting no time, Athrun skidded into the hallway, whipping the scalpel out from behind his ear, only to find himself himself face to face with a certain blonde commander he really did not want to see at the moment.

"Woah! Hey, just where do you think you're going kid?!"

Dammit.

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Kira strolled through the halls, smiling in a way that could almost be considered content. It wasn't really due to anything particularly good that was going on his life, other than the wonderfully beautiful redhead that was walking alongside him, chattering on about different gossip that she had heard from other rescued civilians. It was kind of a blissful break from all the stress, and he could feel his shoulders relaxing from the sound of Fllay's soft girlish voice. He found that he wasn't actually paying attention to the things she was saying; just the entrancing sound of her voice and the way her hair trailed behind her as she walked. Occasionally she would look at him, and as knowing that he was admiring her she would grab a few strands of her hair and push them back, or she would shake her head the tiniest bit, making her hair rise up in the lack of gravity.

They stopped in the halls outside the bunks, and Kira could only look dazedly at her dazzling smile as she tapped lightly on one of the doors. Kira was confused for a moment, unsure of exactly where they were, or what they were doing for that matter. Then he remembered Fllay saying something about going to check on Sai and Tolle to see if they were awake yet. Kira sighed wistfully as low murmurs answered from the other side of the door, wishing nothing more than to wander the halls endlessly, just Fllay and him, alone.

Sai and Tolle appeared out of the room, looking rather crumpled and tired. Sai flashed him a brief smile before turning and attending to his fiancé. Tolle grinned goofily and gave Kira a hearty pat on the shoulder, offering him congratulations on his performance in the last battle. He barely heard it though, as felt Fllay's eyes on him again. She was in an embrace with Sai; Sai holding onto her and whispering sweet-nothings in her ear. She nodded and nuzzled into his shoulder, but her cool cerulean gaze was not on Sai.

It was on him.

He felt that his heart would almost stop beating.

"Kira!"

Kira flinched, brought out of his dreamlike trance to find a rather peeved looking Tolle resting a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head, trying to clear his head. "Oh, sorry Tolle, I guess I'm kinda tired. What was it you were saying?"

Tolle smiled at him. "Kinda tired, huh? Kira you look exhausted. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

Kira gave Tolle an awkward smile. "Um, no, not really. It's been really busy for me."

Tolle's forehead creased with concern. "Hmm, a rest would do you good, would you like do go back to your room? Maybe you could try catching a couple hours right now?"

Kira opened his mouth to decline, but never got to say anything as a uniformed soldier came bolting down the hallway, gun raised and ready. With practiced ease, the man slid into the hallway, hiding around the corner, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"The Coordinator has escaped! All civilians are to stay in their rooms and lock the doors immediately! Do not come out until instructed!" He turned, scowling at the teens. "That means you!"

Fllay whimpered and clung onto Sai, who tossed her into the room unceremoniously. Tolle followed after her, trying to pull Kira along with him, shouting something about "needing to hide." Kira heard none of it as the words failed to penetrate fully through his head. The Coordinator? That means that Athrun is... His thoughts stopped as Sai came in front of his vision, shouting at him to move. Gunshots and shouting could be heard in the background, and Kira stood there baffled as Sai tried to move him into the room and to safety.

Then, the gunshots stopped.

Sai stopped shouting and looked up fearfully, clinging onto Kira. The soldier merely raised his gun a few inches, listening intently for any on coming people.

Then sure enough, a clank sounded as a person glided effortless through the hallways, coming to a halt down the middle. Blood had stained his white hospital gown and his face, but there was no doubting who it was by the unreal blue hair and wild emerald eyes.

Kira watched as Athrun slide up against the wall, forming into a more stealthy position, a bloody scalpel in one hand, an Earth Forces Machine Gun in the other.

Athrun.

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