hey everyone, sorry about the super long delay on this story. I had typed the whole thing out and then my computer exploded and I had to rewrite everything, which led to some writers block cause it never sounds as good the second time around. so again my bad, also i apologize that its a short chapter but i wanted to get something up so you all would know that i'm continuing the story...thats all, enjoy!
Mir's bright green eyes were alight with passion, a look that made Dearka's heart ache with want and sorrow. He pushed away from the wall and turned his face away from the sight of her breathless and beautiful, knowing full well that he wouldn't have the strength to stay away from her if he saw her. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart and the emotions he hated that flowed through him. So quickly he felt them, from passion to wonder to hurt, and somewhere underneath it all a feeling of completeness that Deraka both feared and desired. They filtered through his heart and mind until he felt the growing familiarity of anger trickle through him. He heard her "oofff" as she fell back against the bulkhead, and her clothes rustle as she brought her hand up to her chest, as if to steady the wild beating of her heart. He knew the moment she trained her eyes on his back and the intake of her breath to speak. "Dearka I.." she started, but he let her go no further. "No" he whispered, turning to glare at her, the look in his eyes cutting off Mir's words. "Not again, forget this..." his voice shook with the effort to contain the anger building inside of him, "forget you!" he growled, turning away from her and stalking down the hall.
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Mir's eyes widened in shock at the anger in Dearka's words. The lust haze that had clouded her brain mere seconds before evaporated with the words he spoke so coldly. Her eyes followed his retreating back, confusion and hurt racing through her. After a moment of silent shock, she shook her head and let it fall back against the bulkhead again. Confusion gave way to understanding as she remembered the last time she'd seen Dearka stalk away from her....
Dearka's handsome face grew colder by the second as Miriallia struggled to keep saying the words she knew he didn't want to hear.
"I'm sorry Dearka, but I just can't stay with you any longer, it isn't fair! To you or to ....." her words trailed off as he turned away from her. His body shook slightly as he stood from the sofa and headed to the door. Mir's eyes filled with tears as she watched him walk away. A cascade of emotions flowed through her so fast that Mir couldn't distinguish one from the other. A sudden bolt of fear raced through her at never seeing him again, launching her off the couch and towards the door. Dearka stormed out of Mir's house, slamming the door against the wall as he left. Mir's reached the door catching it before it closed and raced out the front.
"Dearka! ... Dearka please...." she called, not knowing what she wanted, "please understand! We're just using each other!!!!" she yelled, tears spilling down her cheeks. Dearka froze on the walk, and Mir froze on the step her hands clasped together, silently pleading with him to understand. He glanced over his shoulder at her, longing and anger in his eyes.
"God Mir" he said quietly, causing her breath to catch in her throat, "you just don't get it do you?" Mir stared at him, shock, confusion and tears on her face. Dearka turned away, looked down on the ground and said to himself
"....stupid" before walking away from her for (what he thought was) forever.
Mir opened her eyes and looked towards the corridor ceiling. He was so mad she thought to herself just like he was now. Mir stayed there a moment longer before taking a deep breath and turning towards the exit. I really have to get away from here.
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Dearka was fuming. God damn her, he thought to himself, god damn me! Dearka stormed down the hallway, heading to the parts locker without even thinking about it. The more he thought about Mir and the incident in the hallway the angrier he got. When he reached the parts locker he stopped in front of the door way intent on calming himself down but as he inhaled he caught a faint whiff of vanilla. Dearka closed his eyes, clenching his fists in frustration before lashing out at the door slamming it open with his hand.
"Son of a...!!" a voice called from inside the locker as the door banged into the wall from the force of his push. Dearka looked up to see a hand reach out and stop the locker door from slamming shut, apprehensive about who was on the other side. Depending on whom it was this would be a very hard situation to explain. He breathed a small sigh of relief as the head of Athrun Zala poked around the corner, looking for the cause of the wild door.
"Shit Dearka, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What the hell man!" Athrun said to him, opening the door and stepping aside as Dearka strode purposefully past him.
"Sorry" he mumbled, stewing in his bad mood. He could feel Athrun watching him as he marched to the shelves and began searching for the part he needed. He knelt down in front of a chest of connectors, searching through it to find the right one. From the corner of his eye he saw Athrun approach and sit down on the chest beside the one he was digging through. Athrun studied the blond pilot quietly before leaning back against the wall.
"so, you gonna tell me what's got you all pissed off?" he asked Dearka, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. Dearka stayed silent, shifting through the junk in the chest for the part he needed.
"its nothing" he growled.
"sure...sounds like nothing" Athrun shot back, not shrinking before Dearka's harsh tone. Dearka rolled his eyes and leaned back on his feet. He knew that Athrun wouldn't let up until he said something. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed
"it is nothing, I just....I'm just tired of being stuck here," he gestured around himself, "on land, in this base....just stuck!" Athrun nodded in agreement,
"I know how you feel...it's not easy for me either with Cagali here all the time". Dearka quickly glanced at Athrun, who still wasn't looking at him. Finally Athrun turned his head to look at Dearka, sympathy clear in his eyes.
"look, if you ever need to talk..." he trailed off, knowing that Dearka wasn't one for heartfelt conversations. Dearka looked at him a heartbeat longer before nodding his head just once. Satisfied, Athrun got up and left the parts locker. It seemed that perhaps Athrun understood more than Dearka had anticipated. He watched the raven haired pilot exit the locker before turning back to the chest. As he looked down, he saw the part he needed sitting right on the top. Dearka shook his head, grabbed the part and headed back to the hanger. As he rounded the corner into the hanger he heard Mirallia's cheerful laugh and glanced up to see her chatting with Chief Murdoch. The moment his eyes fell upon her a loud explosion rocked the hanger and the large bay doors were suddenly blown inward. He saw her react, ducking down and covering her head before getting knocked over by a small piece of debris. Dearka moved without thinking, running towards Mir while yelling orders at the pilots and engineers around him.
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Mir strode toward the hanger exit, intent on setting out for a walk or something to clear her head. As she walked through the hanger a familiar voice called out to her.
"Mirallia! How you doing girl!" Mir turned to see Chief Murdoch striding her way. She smiled and waved to him.
"I'm good just heading out for a walk" she replied, waiting until he reached her. Murdoch reached out a hand and patted her on the back.
"Aye a walk sounds good after being cooped up in this hanger all day. Christ I just want these meetings over with so we can get back to the sky!" he said causing Mir to laugh. Just as she was about to reply however the bay doors were ripped open by a loud explosion. Mir's heart raced as she ducked down, instinctively covering her head. She cried out in pain as a piece of the door struck her shoulder, knocking her on to the ground where she struck her head. She could hear gun shots and yelling all around her. Disoriented she pushed herself up a little looking around for Murdoch. She gasped when she saw him lying on the ground a little farther away, blood slowly seeping on to the ground in front of him. she stuggled to stand up, intending to go to him, only to be grabbed by strong hands that hauled her to her feet.
"come on Mir, get up!" Dearka yelled at her, supporting her with his arms. Around them gun fire and yelling continued.
"Murdoch!" she yelled, straining towards him. Dearka used his considerable strength to turn her around the other way
" Come on Mir we gotta get out of here!" he yelled, half dragging her away. Mir watched Murdoch's still form on the ground, tears welling in her eyes. Suddenly she saw him shift and move and relief flooded through her. It was quickly replaced by fear as she glanced around and saw the fire fight that was ensuing. Dearka's hand found hers and he tugged her forward, she finally turned to look where they were going and spied his destination. Finally understanding where they were going she focused on keeping up with the blond pilot as they rushed towards safety.