(aC)

Sixth Gesture:

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He was not in his usual element when he went inside. He and his good friend Athrun had one of their drinking sprees by the other side of the road. See, the midnight-blue haired liked to spread his sentiments overseeing the ocean and Kira felt obligated to share the other's woes, considering too the fact that he was living near the area. But after finishing a couple of bottles and having brought Athrun home via a cab, he decided to have a good rest himself.

He had initially intended to sober himself a while longer but then, there was this possibility that the air outside was simply too unbearable and intoxicating for him - - no matter how illogical that may seem. Nevertheless, he decided to just get in and ignore the other rational details. Looking at the mess they made, he made a mental note (yeah, he could still process those things especially when he imagines Lacus' angry face) to clean the place when the sun rises.

His vision was still a little too blurry from the number of glasses he had. And this was of course not a good sign. He had never been this dizzy his whole life….cross out the times when he'd suffer pilot injuries in the two wars…but one, such as this, which was caused by his voluntary actions, say an excessive intake of liquor…well, never.

But before fully going to bed, he decided to just wipe his face with lukewarm water. At least, with that he knew he had a better chance of making it safely to his room without bumping into anything. It fascinates him how his mind started to do involuntary and necessary protocols like this when he's in such a state.

Without any much to say, his feet led him to the bathroom.

His eyes fluttered for a moment focusing on that round object before it. Had the knob grown…or zoomed in or something? He shook his head and instead, before letting these silly thoughts in, he grabbed the said handle and made a quick turn…giving out a slight clicking sound in the process.

The wooden frame creaked open as his eyes were immediately welcomed by a subtle orange light. His skin was permeated with warmth as he momentarily halted all motions within him. At first he focused on the sink…but then, something else caught his attention - - something…pink.

There she was, her eyes closed with her somewhat unclothed body covered by the white bubbles of foam. Kira had to blink twice just to make sure it was indeed her.

"What the…" he thought to himself as his eyes widened in recognition. His drowsiness and somewhat drunken state a thing of the past in an instant. He immediately thought of stepping back but he reckoned he should do it in a cautious way.

He knew what this meant and the implications the scene he was at brought. Oh yes, he did. Imagine what she might think seeing him in the very same room…the thought woke him to his senses…literally.

So, he turned around slowly and managed to close the door slightly, escaping being caught red-handed of something he didn't actually intend to do, or in this case, see…well, almost.

As he was about to turn the door shut, his foot struck its bottom side, which caused quite a pounding sound. And being in the confines of an obviously smaller room, it echoed quite clearly in its four corners.

Minutes passed. Sweat trickled his forehead.

Her clear blues stared at him as her mouth lay open. Words didn't come out at once…and he, well, he did the only thing anyone could possibly do in that situation, stared back at her.

He had to think fast for a quick reply to this very awkward and uncomfortable pit. Well, the words should be well-thought and should also explain what he was doing there in the first place. Also, it should be brief and precise, one which would merit an understanding rather than the usual stern reprimand. The least he wanted to be called at this moment was a pervert…and he surely wasn't one. But it was certainly difficult to do just that as the signs of intoxication came back as instantly as it vanished.

Despite these coherent and deep thinking coupled with the abrupt closes of his eyelids, his mouth opened and spoke:

"So, I could see you're taking a bath…nice."

It was, to say the least, the dumbest thing he could possibly say. Worse, he added a smile in it. Thus, he swallowed hard.

He could see her brows twitch, though she didn't exactly get up from where she was, he could tell and feel how unwelcome his presence was.

"Mister Yamato…" her voice was lovely, he knew, but it possessed every tiny bit opposite of it when she said those.

"S-Sorry…?"

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The door slammed while a brunette walked back towards his room, holding his still swollen and reddened cheek by a palm. As soon as his blurry vision caught sight of the mattress, his eyes immediately gave out, his body falling as instantly in the process.

The least he wanted to be called was a pervert…but again, he had best prove it come tomorrow morning – that is, if he could get through the usual hangovers associated with drinking.

He sighed, it had been, indeed, a very unfortunate day for him.

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A/N: This is where I introduce what I call an "accessory chapter". The past five chapters can run independently by themselves as you've observed. This one could too but then again, it is called as such since it would be necessary for the "principal chapter" which is the seventh gesture in this case. It is thus a must that one should read this before reading the seventh. Though I may have implied some scenes from chapter 4 in chapter 5, I could say that it is truly in the sixth that such a format would begin. Thus, there is an aC written before the title to serve as a guide. The principal chapter always follows the accessory most definitely. Let's see what Kira's gonna do to make it up to Lacus. Now, enough of my rumblings.