Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam SEED
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Few times after the war had I found myself waking before five o'clock. Upon my return to the planets I found myself sleeping in, regaining the calcium that I had lost over the years in space. I felt so much better that morning as I peeled away my pajamas and stepped into the steaming shower. I felt so wonderful that I had even belted out a few notes, which no one would hear for I live on my own. I felt new and fresh, like the war was some scar that was covered up by cloth.
Of course that morning, things wouldn't last. As soon as I stepped from the shower, my phone rang. At first I ignored the ear piercing shrill ring, until it just drove me over the edge. I yanked up the phone and all but shout at the receiver. "What!?" My anger was obviously detected by the other being on the phone for she stuttered lightly, as if she were about to cry. I cleared my throat and spoke again.
"Athrun Zala, how may I help you?" This time I lightened my tone, it was to refrain from scaring the poor person. This time it- she- spoke confidently yet soft.
"Mr. Zala, the commander wishes to speak with you."
At that moment I felt my stomach flip and the phone hit the floor. I couldn't even pick it up, to stunned and sick at what I had just heard...
Ok, wait a minute, I'm telling you this story, and you have no clue what I'm talking about. Well I suppose I must explain for your sake.
About a year ago the war finally ended. ZAFT emerged victorious and we were all sent home with pride drawn on our faces. Of course few of us actually had families and friends because they either abandoned us or died.
Anyway...
At first days of free time about made me loose my sanity, or what was left of it. Then I ran into something odd...
There was a group of females wearing ZAFT coats, keep in mind this was a few days ago, staring at me as I passed them on the street. I stared back because, well, they were big busted and cute. What was I supposed to do? Ignore all...that!? I think not, I may be a coordinator but for gods sake I'm still a man.
So after I passed them, one decided to talk to me. Now usually I don't mind talking to someone who seems intelligent enough to hold a conversation. Instead I was sadly mistaken for an ex boyfriend and slapped rather rudely across the face. I didn't say anything because the woman walked off, but there was a lot I could have said.
That wasn't the first group of all female ZAFT members I encountered, there were many more actually. It was quite odd...
It just so happens I now know what they want and why their here.
These ZAFT members are fighting a new war, and I'm the only former ZAFT member invited back. Only thing is, I'll be the only man on the ship. I'm being forced to go- blackmailed actually- and somehow I know this will become more then I can handle.