Routine
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Yzak Jule hated Monday.
Monday was the day he has to get up from his bed and wash his face. Monday was when he's assigned to Zala squad and suddenly found himself under the command of a boy he'd hated since forever. Monday was when Vesarius got shot down. Monday was the day his Jule squad was formed. Monday was the day he met Shiho Hahnenfuss.
For someone as foul-mouthed as Yzak, courtesy and manners was something he saw with one eye. The boy never learned to sweet-talk his way out of anything, pounced on anything that disturbed him the least bit, leaving them with no mercy to retaliate. But somehow, he learned to watch his tongue around women. Dearka still teased how Yzak kept stuttering the first time Athrun introduced Lacus to the Krueze squad, and he would swing his fist violently to the wall. Then Zala would keep his grinning mouth shut, Nicol would hum the tune to Lacus' latest hit song, and Yzak usually could still hear Elthman's muffled laughter in the background.
Yzak believed it was the effect of his upbringing by Ezaria Jule. His mother was smart, strong, and almost talented in anything she did, and maintained a sturdy role in the family. He wasn't sure if that white hair was the outcome of stress from Council Meetings, or because it was hereditary or gene modification. Who would want to have white hair in age sixteen anyway? Of course, he couldn't blame his mother, who loved silver to death and decided that her son would have silver hair. And no matter how many times he convinced her that silver was not white, it was always answered with a stern look from Ezaria.
He saw only green uniforms when the order came for Jachin Due, and found a handful bunch of rookies and war hero-wannabes in his Squadron. Only one red uniform, he noticed, and proceeded to address them as misters, until somebody's hand was raised and made his eyes wander to the only other red uniform in the room.
"Is there a problem-" Yzak cast a quick look on the roster in his hand. "Hahnenfuss?"
"Commander, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but this team isn't consisted of men only."
If Yzak was surprised to hear the soldier's voice, he didn't show it. He was fooled by Amarfi and his feminine features once, and wouldn't let himself be ZAFT's laughing stock the second time. The boy squinted his eyes at the soldier in red. Tall figure, slim waist...and the obviously swelled chest. He had missed them along with her long flowing hair, and for the second time in his life Yzak Jule found his typical deadly curses and ruthless swearing sinking back into his throat. "Of course. Now, all gentlemen--- and lady of ZAFT would be assigned to this Jule squad from here on-"
Somewhere deep within him, Yzak figured that today wouldn't end like his past Mondays.