You Know You Wanna
Athrun/Kira; some Cagalli/Athrun
Rating: M
a/n Anybody seen the movie Running with Scissors? I watched it last night. If you haven't, go rent it. Now. It's almost as good as the movie I titled this chapter after. XD I saw some similarities and thought, why not?
Anyway, I also just realized that I have made every GS character American instead of Japanese. I guess I'm allowed to do that, though, what with this being an AU… Sorry it took so long to update. Like I said on my profile, school took over my life. That paid off in the end: yesterday I graduated Valedictorian of the Grundy High School Class of 2008. Yay me. This chapter is to celebrate. And, my sincere apologies if it sucks. I can barely remember much about GS, much less my insane plot lines. I switch POV near the end of this chap from Athrun to Kira, too. I tried not to make it confusing. Bear with me.
Corwalch—"Kira…liked embarrassing his rooomie almost as much as Athrun liked embarrassing him." Answer: He enjoys the way it drives Kira bonkers because Athrun is secretly sadistic and kinky.
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Formal Disclaimer (that I forgot two chapters ago): I do not own Kira, Athrun, Cagalli, or an apartment in Manhattan (yet). I own a small, shiny, white box called an iPod that keeps me from going completely insane, but not a company or the rights to Gundam: SEED. This is purely fiction. Any resemblance to persons of "real" life is purely coincidental. (I'm not that good, anyway…) aaaannnd I'm not using this work of fiction to make money in any way. …I think that's all. Flames are petty and childish. If you start a flame war with me, I'll put you out with my phantasmagoric Capricornian Earth skills, kapeesh? (heh…rhymes with quiche…) Good. Let us continue:
3: Breakfast On Pluto
Athrun knew that Kira was wasting water. No one could take a shower that long without having a good excuse to stay in there. He was just about to call for his friend again (and probably remind him that he had a deal to attend to) when he heard the water shut off. He sighed, and decided just to wait on Kira instead.
It was late. Athrun didn't know how late it was, exactly, but he could see the city lights outside, sparkling against an ocean of hazy, navy blue. The night had crept upon them unexpectedly.
Cagalli was lying stomach-down on their bed, her pale hand gently resting on a sleek chin, eyes bored and fingers curled lazily around her cheek. Her hair was pulled off to the sides in two short pigtails. She actually looked really cute. There was a pile of papers off to one side of her. Athrun could only assume these were for Kira to read.
When her eyes followed Athrun's walk back across the room, the boredom disappeared and a faint spark lit them up like fireworks. He didn't bother asking what she was thinking about. His opinion of her had greatly dropped over the past few hours, and to be honest, he didn't really want to know.
"Do you want anything to drink?" he asked politely.
"No. I wanna get this over with so I can have a second spring break, with all the lust and drama, just like last time."
"Okay…" A long silence followed. Her manners were atrocious, but somehow Athrun could stand them. Cagalli was almost like his sister, too. They were very good friends, up until high school, when Kira and Athrun had decided to go to a co-ed school and she had gone to a private school for girls… Until Kira opened the bathroom door, no one had said anything. When he stepped out, his hair was slicked down and clinging to his high cheekbones. Athrun tried not to directly stare at him. Cagalli laughed out loud.
"Where the hell did you get one of our school uniforms? Damn, and it's the expensive one at that…"
Instead of putting on a towel, Kira had adorned the school uniform again, minus the tie and the jacket this time. Maybe he thought it would help the situation…Athrun thought. Kira looked at Athrun and sighed, not wishing to make up a lie to his sister. Athrun didn't feel like explaining the real reason as to why he had a New York State School for Girls uniform either, so he simply said, "Found it," and shrugged.
Cagalli didn't confront him and shrugged apathetically as well. It didn't matter. She smiled at Kira in a particularly depraved manner, showing her front teeth and tapping her fingers against her skin. "I made a copy of my daily schedule for you to read if you get confused about where to go or who to talk to. I also wrote up a list of general things you should already know about the people I hang with--" She paused, a blank look on her face that made it seem like she was thinking about something but didn't want Athrun or Kira to notice. "Eaah," she murmured, "most of them are gay…think you can handle that?"
Kira nodded solemnly, and Athrun felt a slight twinge of pity. What a bizarre plan this had been… Did he really enjoy making fun of Kira so much that he would go through all this, just to see him dress up like a girl and parade around in front of the world that way? Enough to lose his expensive comics?
Yes. Yes he did.
That had to be the reason… There was no other reason.
He coughed out loud. "Cagalli, I think Kira can call you if he needs anything else."
She raised her eyebrows and gave Athrun an insulted face. "Do I not get to stay and show him the way I act?"
"He's your brother. He should know you well enough."
Cagalli's wicked smile returned.
"What?" Athrun asked, taking a step back. Cagalli's tiny nose scrunched up as she pushed herself off the bed, the grin remaining intact on her lips. "What is it?" he asked again, taking another step back when Cagalli looked like she was going to walk right through him. Instead, she pressed her body smoothly against his, snaking a crafty hand down Athrun's hips and thighs. In the back of his mind he knew Kira was staring, but the thought hadn't fully registered. In fact, nothing had registered at the moment. Nothing except Cagalli.
The next thing he knew, Cagalli's voluptuous lips were sucking on his, and their tangling tongues were battling for control, white teeth clicking on teeth and biting anything bitable. A pleasant heat spread from his gut straight to his groin, and he moaned when she broke the kiss so suddenly. She absently wiped a tiny snail trail from the side of her lower lip, and grinned like she'd just won a new Corvette.
"So…when do you want to call me?"
Never; "I'll do that later this week, okay?"
"Hm." She touched his cheek, and then sauntered out of their apartment room with her hips swaying to the rhythm of music that wasn't there. Athrun didn't hide the overwhelmed expression on his face, or the fact that he was staring after Cagalli's disappearing form incredulously. When his consciousness returned, he glanced at Kira, who hadn't closed his wide-open mouth.
"Ahem…I uh…wow," Athrun blurted.
"That," Kira said, "was soooo freaky. Since when does she crush on you? I thought you two weren't friends anymore." Despite his casual tone, Kira's eyes appeared slightly hurt.
"I dunno," Athrun lied, "Maybe she felt the urge?"
"Whatever." Kira flopped down on the bed (tugging the hem of the skirt back down to normal distance) and flipped through the papers Cagalli had left there. Athrun couldn't help his curiosity, so he sat on the bed too and leaned over Kira's shoulder:
A Week in the Life of Cagalli
Part 1
Talking with Friends:
Cagalli's best friends are Fllay Allaster, Mirialia Howe, and Lacus Clyne. Fllay is her best friend. Fllay is a lesbian, so please do not flirt with her. They are only friends. Mir and Lacus are casual friends. There's not much to know about them; Cagalli secretly thinks they're both in a relationship, but nothing has yet to be proved. Be sure to let Cagalli know if you find out anything on these two. Cagalli has already told them about the power tan and the wicked purple contacts she was going to get this weekend. They bought it.
This is totally not very important, but Ivonna is in this week. Pretend that Cagallli can hardly remember her. Ivonna sent her a very nasty e-mail about homosexual relationships, so Cagalli probably wouldn't want to even say hello; and apparently, she has found some new, "cooler" American friends. Stay away from her. She is up to no good.
Fllay's girlfriend of seven months broke up with her two weeks ago, and the wounds are still fresh. Please note that any comment on a relationship of any sort will not be advisable. This will cause Fllay to become angry and distraught—something I'm sure you will not be able to deal with. Heed this advice and do as Cagalli would do: talk about things like hard rock music, cafés, and the latest issue of Peach Girl magazine. If you do this, you should be fine. Included is a list of Cagalli's favorite bands and Peach Girl articles.
Daily Life and Such:
Cagalli's class schedule is also on the next page, but the only one you really must attend is Psyche 101. This is Cagalli's favorite class, so be sure to be there. Usually Fllay and Cagalli discuss the secret passions Lacus and Mir share, and what it does to them having to hide their feelings for one another. Neither friend is in this class, and most of the other girls in this school do not like Cagalli and Fllay, so you're home free. You should find Fllay on campus during the other classes and hang out with her. Athrun has been assigned to do all of the homework, so don't worry about that. Worry about making yourself act like me.
Kira flipped through the rest of the papers and the instructive lists so fast Athrun could barely catch the lines 6. Seether, 7. Tool, and 12. Dir en Grey. On the last page was a list of Psyche class know-hows, and finally, a P.S. note:
Congrats! You have made it to the end of the pamphlet, so that must mean you are pretty much a Cagalli clone, no pun intended. Make me proud, bro. Make it twin. Good luck, and thanks for the free time!
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P.S.
Get Athrun to tell you the other part of the bargain. -muah-
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"Other bargain?" Kira whispered, glancing up at Athrun, who was still hovering above his shoulder with a frown on his pretty pursed lips.
"Kira, have I ever told you your sister is a complete and total bitch?"
"Um, no, actually I think you've always liked her…"
Athrun huffed and walked across the room to the mirror mounted on their bathroom door. "I don't now."
"Why would I find that hard to believe?" Kira questioned quietly.
"You would probably find a lot of things hard to believe if you knew about them." Athrun hadn't turned around. He stood there, talking to his own reflection in the mirror.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. It doesn't mean anything."
"What other bargain?"
"What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?" Athrun did turn around that time…
…and what he saw was Kira slipping the school girl uniform's white shirt over his head, exposing a toned and perfectly smooth chest. The thought of cinnamon toast came to mind… Yes, Athrun's mind traveled to the thought of breakfast, of maybe licking cinnamon sugar off of that perfectly chiseled, cinnamon colored chest… Breakfast…
Breakfast on Pluto, maybe. What the hell was he thinking?! Athrun could've smacked himself silly over the totally irrational thoughts that kept appearing in his head.
"You know something?" Kira murmured, "I'm tired. I need to get out of here for a minute. Out of this apartment, and out of these stupid clothes. I feel…slightly sick."
Before Athrun could protest, Kira had jumped up off the bed and slipped the skirt down to his ankles. A gulp was somehow suppressed in the blue-haired boy's throat. Kira turned around toward a dresser drawer, facing away from Athrun and oblivious to his growing arousal. It gave Athrun a nice clear view of Kira's buttocks. Athrun's attempt at driving the testosterone away from his mind failed miserably.
In no time at all, though, Kira had slipped on a pair of red boxers and some loose jeans that were lying around. He plundered through Athrun'sdresser in search of a shirt, and when he couldn't find one, he rounded on his roommate.
"Didn't you do the laundry yesterday?" Kira faced Athrun again, his hands on his hips, the loose jeans barely clinging to the sharp bones holding them up. His chest rose and fell with even breathing, his violet eyes wide and expecting. Athrun wanted to gaze into those eyes, wanted to run his hands over that perfect body…
He barely managed a hoarse reply: "No; I was…with you, remember?"
Kira just so happened to glance down at Athrun's crotch at the exact moment the other boy decided to turn back toward the mirror…two seconds too late. Kira gasped at the distinct bulge he saw there in Athrun's pants. Then he blushed and snapped his mouth shut.
This was getting ridiculous. How long could they continue to live together and not admit what they both saw going on?
"Athrun…?" Kira asked timidly.
"What?" Athrun growled.
"Do you…like me?"
"Of course I like you. You're my best friend."
"That's not what I meant. And why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not!"
"Then look at me!"
"No!"
"Why won't you?" Kira's quick retort sounded defensive, like Athrun had insulted him.
"What is there to see?" Athrun asked sarcastically.
"Fine. If you won't do that, then tell me what your bargain with Cagalli was. I want to know. She said for me to ask you what it was, so go on—tell me. Let's hear it." Kira had resumed searching for a semi-clean shirt. During the silence that Athrun did not answer, he settled on a tight-fitting gray tank he found slung halfway under the bed. When the silence stretched on, he busied himself with finding a pair of socks that matched. He couldn't. White and off-white would have to do. And still, Athrun had not said a word, nor turned around. Kira put on a pair of worn-out black Vans, then started for the door. That walk in the fresh air was needed now more than ever—
"I'm required to have sex with her."
The blatant flat tone to Athrun's voice stopped Kira in his tracks as quickly as what it was the roomie had said. There was no emotion to the statement; that meant Athrun was hiding the way he truly felt about this new addition to their situation. Kira's hand found its way to the doorframe for support. Other thoughts were popping up in his head. Sex? As in, doing it? Cagalli was his sister, and it was weird enough to think about her having sex with his best friend, but what was worse… What was torturously worse than picturing his lighter-skinned twin getting it on with Athrun was the feeling of anger that rose in the pit of his stomach, like a ball of molten lead that both weighed him down and scorched his very core…
"Did you agree?" Kira asked numbly.
Athrun did not answer immediately, and when he spoke, it wasn't technically an answer at all. "What was I supposed to say, Kira? Our entire bet would be off completely if she didn't comply—"
Kira heard his footsteps running down the stairs, heard the main door to the building slam behind him, and he thought he heard Athrun's angry protests that he stop running and talk with him for a few minutes.
But Athrun hadn't wanted to talk to him a moment ago, had he? He wouldn't even look at Kira, because either he felt something for Kira that he didn't want the brunette to know about, or he had been thinking about…thinking about his deal with Cagalli. Thinking about his sister, not him.
Kira choked on a sob he didn't realize he'd let escape. His knees grew weary, and he blinked around the tears in his eyes to see where he had run to. An unfamiliar block surrounded him, but he wasn't afraid that he'd ended up someplace he didn't recognize. The city was the same all around. He could find his way back easily when he wanted to. When. If he wanted to.
He stumbled, half-blind, to an empty bus stop bench. The glow of the street lamp above him painted everything in a dim, yellow glow. Cars and taxis of all shapes and colors rolled sluggishly in the street.
So…that was that.
Athrun did not have feelings for Kira. How could he have ever conceived such a twisted idea? Of course Athrun did not feel for him. He'd always wanted Cagalli. And Kira had known that. A recent conversation came back to him, and the reason as to why Athrun had kept Cagalli's bra was suddenly crystal clear. Even now… This new bargain was just another way to get at her… The entire bargain was just another reason to…
Kira felt his face fall into his hands as fresh sobs overtook him. The ball of molten anger was still pressing hotly against his insides, forcing the sadness and betrayal to the surface. What the fuck is the matter with me? Kira thought, Had I wanted him to get hard for me?
Oh God… The sobs abruptly ceased. Kira could not breathe.
I did. It was the same feeling I felt in the shower… I did, and I… I do want Athrun to…..to want me… Shit… "Shit, shit, shit fucking shit!"
There were a few passers-by, but no one seemed to care about some poor kid's temper tantrum. Kira cried out, and the world went on as normal. His curses went unheard. He was a ghost to Manhattan, and apparently, to Athrun as well.
an extra a/n: Thanks to those fans who actually reviewed and told such a sorry ass author as myself to update this fic. Your encouragement means mountains to me, and I am eternally grateful. My apologies times a billion for the long, long, super-long wait.