Hey everyone, I'm going to apologize one more time about the late updates, no excuses just can't seem to get focused on the story. I wanted to have more written before I started posting them but I hit a major writers block once I hit the end of this chapter. I know they are super short chapters but its my first fic and I'm just getting the feel for how long the chapters should be, so bear with me. I'm going to try and refocus on the story, I just can't decide where they should go from here, for my first try its kinda been a disaster. Thanks for sticking with it and my bad for the like half year updates.
Dearka ran Mirallia towards his Buster Gundam, shooting around them both with his side arm. The fight in the hanger continued as Dearka quickly made his way towards his goal, reaching the loading pull, he grabbed on with one hand while holding tightly to Mirallia with the other. Together they ascended to the Buster cockpit.
"Get in!" he yelled. Mir scrambled into the cockpit, sliding behind the seat. She'd never been inside the Buster before but managed to find her way through the mess of controls. Dearka jumped into the pilot's seat and closed the cockpit. He activated the Buster, intent on getting the two of them to safety. The giant gundam powered to life, its shields activating, saving it from further damage. His hands ghosted smoothly over the keys as he manoeuvred the Buster between the attackers and a majority of the hanger crew, using it's large body as a shield against the heavier fire. He clicked on the radio and signalled Control.
"Control, this is Commander Elsman, hanger one is under attack, repeat hanger one is under attack!"
"Copy commander, we're sending reinforcements your way to help evacuate" the radio crackled back to him. Dearka cut the transmission and focused on the fight. Mir watched amazed as he quickly focused on the biggest threats and neutralized them, while at the same time providing time for the rest of the crew to evacuate the hanger.
"Elsman!" the radio barked at him, "Get out of there!" Athrun's face appeared in the monitor.
"We've got most of the crew out and are taking steps to barricade the doors. You've got big trouble heading your way so move it!" he yelled. Dearka blinked at the abrupt order before glancing up towards the big hanger exit.
"Oh my god" Mir whispered from behind him, pointing out the viewscreen of the Buster. Dearka followed her hand and his eyes widened at the sight. Before them, charging its massive arm gun, was the largest Gundam he had ever seen. Easily three times the size and width of the Buster. Instinctively he lurched the Buster towards the open bay doors. Shit shit! I don't think this armour can take that kind of hit! He thought to himself as his hands flashed over the keys.
Mir's heart all but stopped as she spied the large gun start to charge up. Before she even knew it the Buster was charging the doors. Mir went numb as she watched the blast explode out of the gun. Time slowed and sound stopped around her as the blinding light rushed toward them. At the last second before the beam hit, Dearka slammed the leg controls and they slid under the blast. Mir screamed as the light sailed past them. The Buster slid into the wall and threw her about the small cockpit, banging her already abused head on the interior. Mir groaned and clutched her head, she pulled her hand away and saw blood on it. Distantly she could hear Dearka calling to her. She looked up and the last thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was the worry reflected in his violet eyes.
Dearka cursed as the Buster hit the wall of the naval station, nearly throwing him from his seat. He turned to look at Mirallia, knowing that she was probably way worse off than he was. His heart jumped into his throat as he heard her groan and watched her clutch her head, blood already seeping down the side of her face.
"shit! Mir?" he yelled, starting to go to her. Suddenly the enemy warning lights started flashing wildly all around him.
"Shit!" Dearka immediately turned back to the problem at hand. He glanced back quickly, his eyes locking with Mir's before he saw her slip into unconsciousness.
"SHIT!" he yelled as he moved the Buster up. Dearka could tell that they were in a bad situation. Mir was injured, the base was under serious attack and he had slid the buster right into the middle of the enemy forces. As they converged on him, Dearka did his best to keep the enemies at bay. He tried to fly away, then realized that the part he'd left lying on the hanger floor when the attack started was essential to flight. All the scenarios ran through his head and above all else, concern for Mirallia plagued his thoughts. They distracted him so badly that Dearka didn't notice the enemy Gundam coming up behind him until it was too late. The massive gundam clamped its arms around the Buster and threw it violently at the wall. It hit so hard that Dearka was thrown from the control seat, his own head smashing into the controls, knocking him out cold.
The massive gundam stared down at the Buster scanning for life signs.
"general, I've immobolized the Buster and its pilot but there appears to be someone in there with him.
"tch how troublesome...well bring them along and if they don't prove to be useful we'll dispose of them at a more convenient time.
"affirmative sir" the gundam bent and picked up the immobile buster. He attached a small metal gadget to the chest and turned away from the fire fight. He had what they came for, the rest was unimportant.
BANG! Miriallia's eyes popped open at the sound of the large metal door clanging shut. She instantly regretted it. The light overhead was too bright and when Mir turned her head away the world swam. She clutched her head and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the ache to go away as she rolled onto her side. What the hell happened? She thought to herself. Slowly the world stopped spinning and Mir gingerly opened her eyes. She sat up carefully, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Where am I? She thought, looking around the barely furnished room it looks like a prison. Her eyes travelled towards the door where she noticed a lump lying on the floor there. Her heartbeat raced with fear for a moment before she realized that it was a person. She got up as fast as she dared and made her way over to the prone form. Familiarity tugged at her consciousness and a deep fear started to build in her. It culminated when she saw a bright patch of blond hair sticking out against the floor. She knelt down beside the body and reached out.
"Hey? Are you ok?" she asked as she touched the persons back. Mir gasped as a spark of electricity arched between her fingers and the person and as she touched him, she knew.
"Dearka? God Dearka what's wrong?" she called, grabbing his shoulder and turning him towards her. He groaned in pain as she moved him and when he was finally facing her, tears sprang into her eyes. She took in his swollen black eye and cut lip and reached a hand to gently stroke his cheek. Dearka groaned again at the contact, the sound causing him to clutch his abdomen in pain.
"Don't! don't move stupid" she said, cradling his head in her hand as he let it fall to the floor.
"fuck" Dearka said, fisting his hand against the floor. Mir heard his frustrated tone as a sense of dread started to fill her. It was quickly becoming clear to Miriallia that they were in serious trouble. Dearka had taken a beating but from who? and why? She just didn't know. As she watched him steel himself against the pain, desperation started to seep in
"Dearka, where the hell are we and what happened?" she asked him, unable to stop the tears from forming in her eyes. He cracked his eyes open and looked up at her. Behind the tears sliding down her cheeks he could see her eyes bright with worry and confusion. He held her gaze for a moment before shrugging seriously.
"I don't know Mir" he said quietly. They locked eyes for a moment longer before Dearka shut his in concentration and tried to push himself up with his arm.
A flash of pain stole through Dearka as he attempted to push himself up. He grunted in pain and almost fell back down but small cold hands clutched his shoulder and side and helped him sit up. He looked into her eyes before nodding his thanks and with her help he scooted himself back against the wall. He heard her sniffle, attempting to stop her tears. Before she could pull away, Dearka wrapped his arm around her and used his strength to pull her close to his chest, dropping his chin to rest on her head. Mir gasped as she fell against his chest
"Sorry Dearka!" she started to say attempting to move off his injured body. His arm tightened around her, holding her close. Mir's body stiffened as he tightened his grip but slowly she relaxed against him, taking the comfort he offered. She leaned on him, falling onto the side of her legs. Together they sat there, Mir resting on Dearka, tears of worry running down her face and his hand slowly stroking her back. Dearka didn't know how long they sat there, each taking comfort in the others presence, despite their troubled relationship. After a time, Mir stirred against him. An awareness of their position had slowly been growing in Dearka and unwittingly his mind turned back to other times he had held this beautiful woman. He stayed still, hoping to prevent any action he thought he'd regret later. Her vanilla scent, faded as it was, wafted up to him and he breathed it in; loving and hating every moment of it. He felt her still against him as she started to calm down. His hand travelled down her back instinctively and suddenly he felt her shiver slightly against him. He froze. The shiver was not from the cold floor they'd been sitting on, nor from the scary situation that they found themselves in. No this shiver had an entirely different feel to it, one Dearka recognized instantly.
Mir cringed as she felt Dearka's body freeze. She knew he'd felt her slight shudder. Mir ducked her head in shame, refusing to look at him and embarrassed that she couldn't control her reaction to his caress. She took a deep breath and pushed away from his chest, looking up at him to say sorry. As she brought her head up though she gasped when she realized his face was but a breath away from hers. She was staring directly into his violet eyes, eyes that looked at her with desire and longing. Her heart skipped a beat as he lean closer, brushing his lips ever so lightly against her own. He paused there,
"God Mir, the things you do to me" he whispered against her lips, catching them up in a gentle kiss. Mir didn't move, her memory of his anger in the hall paralyzing her with fear. He was so gentle though, just caressing her lips with his, as if he couldn't help himself. Slowly Miriallia relaxed into the kisses, returning them gently. When she did, he tightened his grip on her, pressing his lips against hers firmly. Just as Mir surrendered to his touch, Dearka pulled away softly. Mir let him go, blinking her eyes open to look at him. He was looking away from her, facing the room. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply. Mir reached up a hand to cup his face gently, ever mindful of his abused state. She tried to make him face her but he resisted against her hand. Mir's heart broke at the sadness she saw reflected on his face. He reached a hand up to cover hers on his cheek and leaned into her caress for a moment. Then he slid her hand down, still not looking at her.
"I...we shouldn't" he said, letting her hand drop. Mir watched him silently, seeing close up for the first time the pain in his eyes. Her heart fell. She knew that she'd hurt him, she just didn't know how much she had. It broke her heart to see the defeated look on his face and dismay tore through her, though she couldn't figure out exactly why. She pushed away, standing up and turning her back to him. She stepped away and placed a hand beside her on the door to steady her steps. Tears flowed down her face and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth before a sob escaped.
"I'm sorry" she whispered, her voice cracking, "I'm so sorry". Before Dearka could even react, the door Mir was leaning against flew open and she fell through it with a little shriek.
"Well I like this..." a deep male voice said, a menacing chuckle following it.