Chapter 3
( A.N: This may turn out written funny, it's because of the crappy program, so I'm sorry in advance ).
He shouldn't let it bother him so much. Kiro was just a kid. A baby. A two year old. His words shouldn't make him feel like he wanted to rip the scar off, peel away at the dried blood and let it bleed openly again. Let it drip, and maybe even gain infection.
Not that anyone would actually notice.
No, because everyone was married, and had a kid already. That or they'd gone to Florida for a full two years without one damn explanation. Barely even a good-bye, and then no warning at all that they were returning home.
Stupid him.
Why did he have to feel like this? It wasn't the kid's words that were affecting him so much...It was the adult who he'd spent so much time with...The male who knew how to calm him down when he was beyond ticked, when he was ready for murder. The male who left him, and didn't give him one damn reason as to why he left at all...
He glared at himself in the mirror. He wished he'd never gotten that stupid scar. The one that made him look...
...Well, it wasn't as though he'd seen himself as a handsome person before, but he hadn't looked bad really either. But this scar...It made him look kind of...Ugly. His frown deepend at this thought, and he realized he was alone on this one. Everyone else around him looked good.
Athrun was a handsome enough guy, not that he'd ever been attracted to him, but his friend did have some really good looks about him. And his wife was pretty as well. Kira was a good looking guy too, and his wife was lovely. And then, the kids, they were cute.
Though he'd never openly admitt something was cute.
...Especially not something that was still in potty training.
And then of course, there was...Him. Dearka. Dearka, was flawless. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. What with his blonde hair all short, and soft looking. And his eyes always reflecting his mood...Usually a positive mood, even if he had a serious face on. And his form just being perfect. And, how he was always right there beside...
'The Ugly one.' His thought stung at him, and he took regret in thinking about it at all.
"Yzak?" A voice called through the door.
"What?" He asked his unexpected visitor, a little surprised he was outside the door.
"He's only two you know. Don't get too beat up about what he said."
"I don't really care anymore."
"So what's bothering you then?"
"...Nothing, forget about it."
"I don't think it's 'nothing,' but I won't press you for answers...Just come talk to me when you're ready."
The footsteps faded away from the door, and off into a blank emptiness.
--
"I don't know Athrun...It's like he doesn't want me near him."
"Dee-Dee!!" Kiro called eagerly. Dearka picked him up, and held him while he spoke with Athrun.
"Well, did you explain to him why you left?"
"To him? Are you kidding me? Do you really think he'd believe me? We've always been close...I didn't want to ruin that by adding this onto it."
"I think telling him wouldn't be such a bad thing to do right about now...You know how he gets...He's going to start assuming things sooner or later, and won't that put more distance between you then the truth would?"
"I guess...Yeah, you're right. Okay, I'll tell him, first thing tomorrow, as soon as I see him."
"Alright. And Dearka?"
"Yeah?"
"I think Kira is waiting for his son," Athrun said with a bit of a smile.
Dearka looked over to Kira, then down to his arms, then back to Kira,
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to kidnap him."
Kira laughed,
"Well, I'd hope not! I don't know what I'd do without him."
Dearka handed Kiro gently back to his father.
"By the way, I want a refund! Full price refund for what I'm returning."
"...What?"
Dearka and Athrun both began laughing at Kira's puzzled expression.
"He's just kidding, Kira," Athrun said through his laughter.
"Speaking of son's..." Cagalli's voice came from the doorway of one of the bedroom's,
"You'd better bring ours back here so he can sleep."
"He's coming, don't worry...I just wanted one more word with..."
"Athrun Zala..."
"Okay, okay...I'm coming, Mrs.Zala."
Cagalli's eyes slanted a bit.
--
It was noon, and Yzak still hadn't made an appearance.
"Now, Kiro, say it with me...Zacki."
"Swar..."
"Zaaaaackiiiii."
"Zaaaa-"
"Come on, you can do it. Zacki."
"Zaaa-. Zaaaackiii. Zaaaackiiii...Zacki!"
"Yes, good job! Alright, good work!" Dearka cheered for him. Kiro smiled in delight.
A figure walked in through the kitchen, moving to the cabinet above the sink, and pulling it open. A hand shuffled through, until a bottle was pulled out.
"Yzak? What are you doing?"
"Taking something for my head...I'm out of these in my bathroom. I'll have to get some later." Yzak answered from the sink. He poured out three pills, before putting the bottle away. He grabbed a glass from a cupboard to his right, and filled it halfway with water. Slipping the pills into his mouth, he put his glass to his lips, tipped his head back, and drank down the pills.
"Yzak! What happened to you?" Athrun asked anxiously, rushing over to him
Yzak dumped the rest of the water into the sink, before setting the glass in the sink as well.
"Nothing happened...I probably just did something in my sleep."
"But Yzak...You're bleeding!"
"So? I probably just did something in my sleep, like I said." Yzak moved himself back to the direction of his room. He hurried down the hall, down the stairs, and slammed his door behind himself.
"What happened to him?" Dearka questioned eagerly.
"His scar...It's all wrapped messily in bandages...And it's been bleeding..."
--
"Yzak? Can I come in?"
"I thought I was supposed to come to you about talking."
"...Fine. I'm going out. I'll grab something for your head while I'm out."
"When are you coming back?"
"It doesn't matter, just use what's in the kitchen for now."
"That's not why I'm asking!"
"Why else would you bother?" Dearka's footsteps disappeared up the stairs, and there were muffled voices upstairs, and then a door slammed shut.
Yzak opened his door slightly, and stuck his head out.
"Oh great, now he's mad too..." Athrun's voice said suddenly.
"I hate to see those two fight," Lacus said with concern.
"Yeah..." Cagalli agreed.
"Athrun, has Dearka told Yzak yet?" Kira questioned.
"Not yet...He didn't bother yesterday...He was going to today, but Yzak didn't give him a chance."
"I do hope they can speak about this matter soon," Lacus said sadly.
"Zacki?" A voice said from the top of the stairs.
"Kiro? Kid, go back, go back to your parents!" Yzak hissed in a loud whisper.
"Zacki!"
"No, go back! Go back and wait for Dee-Dee!"
The child started scooting himself down the stairs.
"No, no, go back and wait for Dee-Dee!"
"Zacki..." The small boy reached out for Yzak, who scowled, sighed, and went to meet the kid on the steps. He picked him up, and brought him down to his own room, not wanting to be near the others at the time. He made sure to leave his lamp on, for the kids' sake. He sat down on his bed, kid in his lap.
"Zacki ouchie?" Kiro questioned, pointing at the bandages.
"Yeah, Zacki ouchie."
( A.N: Okay, gonna leave it here, and write more later...It's 7 am! HOLY CRAP!! )