A Series of Unfortunate Events
Chapter 4
foureyesfreak27
Summary: Post-GSD. In which a bachelor's party was destined to go downhill from the start…
Disclaimer: I do not own GS/GSD.
Character(s): Kira Yamato, Athrun Zala, Dearka Elsman, Yzak Joule, and Shinn Asuka.
A/N: Hi! Sorry for the delay everyone! Thank you all for your wonderful support! Happy Chinese New Year!
Warning: This chapter has not been fully edited yet. Please excuse any grammatical errors.
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Shinn Asuka never did like to drink.
Beside the horrible aftertaste of the liquid, the consequence of excessive drinking, after all, was inevitable; hangovers. Goodness, how he absolutely loathed them. This was the sole particular reason why he was hesitant on coming along with. Captain Dearka Elsman was notorious for his exuberant escapades and it was no wonder that the raven-haired subordinate was miraculously coaxed by his superior officer into drinking last night.
The aftermath of binge drinking was what the Red Coat dreaded. Hence, he is now stuck with an unwilling-to-compromised body that's stagnated to move even a millimeter from where he was. His heavy eyes refused to face the daylight after having the forbearing glimpse of the day and the feeling as if he'd been run over by a group of EA mobile suits. These were the particular reasons why he was so adamant on being the designated sober companion of the group. Too bad the devilish captain ignored his inclination and forcibly made him drink with the rest.
Stupid hangovers. Subconsciously, he made a mental checklist of just how bad his hangover was.
Excessive pounds of headaches as if a sledgehammer consecutively clobbered itself onto your head?
Check.
Droopy eyes that makes you want to shed away from the sunlight?
Can't tell but can feel it so that's a check.
A throat that feels so dry and dehydrated that he's unable to make any sound save a simple croak?
Check.
Heartbeat racing like a maniac and could allowed him to practically hear the beating with his own sensitive ears?
Check.
Sluggish body that makes you feel like crap?
Check.
Bad breath that still have the lingering sensation of alcohol?
He breathed into his dominate hand and quickly sniffed a smell. His nose wrinkled in distaste. Ugh, check to the maximum.
Ironically, that's the beauty of drinking. Having a blast for only that one night but consequentially you'll feel like you regret being alive the next day. The greatest paradox of hangovers was having no recollection of prior events which can either be seen as a blessing or a curse. He ran a hand down the length of his face, frustrated by his current state.
With zero recollection of his night, he could not tell if last night could be the worst possible night of his life. On the other hand, it could be that he had spent a fortune having tons of fun with the rest of his companions. And the worst part about it, he'll never know which possibility was right.
But somehow, a nagging feeling in the back of his head tells him that it was the former. A groggily groan escaped his lips as he tried to get up from his laying position. His shirr will to get up overcame his protesting body as he tried to regain his equilibrium. He closed his eyes, savoring a minute of tranquility before allowing his eyes to face the glaring rays of spectrum.
He frowned after noticing a few things.
One, he was not in a familiar place. All he was greeted were trees around him which conclude that he was somewhere in the wilderness. The sound of the morning birds chirping around him was giving him an excruciating headache.
Two, there laid a shuttle—a wrecked one—laying just a few meters away from him. He allocated that he was in that specific shuttle that transported him to this unfamiliar place. How he got out of that wrecked thing was a wonder to him but he wisely dismissed the irrelevant notion for he had better things to worry about.
Three, it was blazing hot. Where ever he was right now, he came to a realization that this was not PLANTs. The space colonies have some warm temperature but never would it suppressed a certain degree to the point that people were sweating profusely in which he was doing so right this minute. It does no good knowing that he could smell the mixture of sweat beads that were forming from his sweat glands and the strong smell of his body odor and paint—the latter on the list perplexed him but he then looked down to notice that he was covered in paint—around his body.
And finally four, he was alone. The superior officers who were with him last night were not present. He saw no sign of any of the four elite pilots around him which made him slightly fidget about this whole scenario. There was no way that they were still inside the shuttle since the inside of the spacecraft was exposed to the open and there was no one there.
What has he done that made him deserve this severe treatment? But more importantly:
"Where in the world am I?"
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Quintilis Three, Quintilis City PLANTs
Pleasure Island
Yesterday, 2058 hours
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After god knows how long he was in the restroom throwing out the content that was inside stomach into the toilet until his gut was cleared, Yzak staggered his way out of the restroom and leaned against the wall near him. He closed his hazy eyes and groaned in pain. Considering the amount of alcohol his body had intake, he's beginning to regret what he had done because he was starting to feel the side effects of excessive drinking. Damn Elsman.
"Yo, Yzak!"
Yzak involuntarily let out a snarl as the voice came closer to him. Speak of the damn devil.
"Buddy, you've finally come to your senses?" Dearka shouted out gleefully as he slapped a casual hand behind the silver-haired. The Joule heir glared in annoyance at the culprit who had made him in this state.
"Shut up, Dearka," the sluggish silver-haired hissed. He was not in the mood of the blond's buffoonery.
The said blond quirked a brow in amusement. "Well, glad to see that you're fine now. I guess it's 'cause you are, after all, a Coordinator." The silver-head simply shot him a warning glare.
"What the hell just happened?" Yzak managed to croak out hoarsely. His flushed face was a telltale of his tipsy state but went redder in irritation after seeing the blond in front of him.
The dynamitic barely drunken—how he was still cheery at this time was a wonder to Yzak—blond cheekily grinned, something that Yzak wanted to rip out of his face happily. "You've consumed quite the amount of drinks there, Yzak. I'm surprised that you're still standing before me."
"No kidding," the silver-haired muttered sarcastically. As much as he wanted to pummel the blond in front of him, his weak body protested against his wish. So instead he opt for a reason to distract his pugnacious desire. "Where's Zala and the rest?"
Dearka shrugged indifferently, as if he had honestly forgotten about the rest of his companions since he was preoccupied until now. "I left them in the lounge, but then I saw them on the dance floor earlier. But that was almost an hour ago so they're probably somewhere else."
Suddenly a loud commotion was made behind them. The two Coordinators quickly turned their gaze to the direction of the noise which was zeroed in the dance floor. From the looks of it, everyone stopped their movement to gather around a group of people in the center. From where they were standing, they couldn't quite make of the situation that everyone was hovering around in even with their enhanced abilities as Coordinators.
"Is there a fight over there?" Dearka wondered out loud, furrowing his brows together. From what it looks like, it involved a bunch of bulky guys and a few others. He couldn't quite see their faces though.
Yzak had a sinking feeling in his gut that somehow the quarrel revolves around their other three companions. He refused to believe it but as a soldier, he was trained to listen to his instincts. "I don't know, but somehow I have a bad feeling about who's involved. Whatever it is, we need to find out."
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Athrun Zala was raised as a gentleman. He was taught to hold his tongue whenever he had something negative to say and wisely keep his comment to himself. He was taught that he needed to be gentle and chivalrous when there's a woman—regardless of whether they're tediously annoying or lady-like polite—present and to treat her with the upmost respect. But a man could hold so much patience.
He sometimes cursed himself for being one, and right now is a time where he hates possessing that gentleman-like character of his. The woman before him must have been the most upfront, stubborn, bold, and loud woman he had the misfortune of encountering. Heck, Cagalli isn't even this aggressive. Sure she's stubborn and likes to speak her mind out but being the Chief Representative of a powerful nation, she had to have those traits in order to be a strong leader. Unlike the brunette before him, his girlfriend knows her boundaries and limitations. But this girl was too contentious, something he found very irritating.
"Look, I think I should head back now," Athrun wisely suggested, clearly feeling uncomfortable by the close proximity of the brunette, Janice if he's not mistaken, who was standing before him.
"Aw, don't be like that," she coyly replied, dismissing his suggestion as if it was an absurd notion to begin with. She snaked her arms around the blue-haired, in which the latter was quite perplexed by, and pulled him towards her even closer.
He sighed in irritation, clearly not liking where things had escalated one bit. He pushed her away with a force that was slightly harder than necessary—since knowing this kind of girl, he had to use some kind of force to get her away from him—which startled the brunette.
He looked straight in the eyes of the brunette as he held her by the shoulder. "Look," he began, sounding sterner than he had anticipated but quite frankly he could care less right now as long as he gets away from the girl. "I have a girlfriend. I am tired. I want to sit down. So if you please, kindly let me go so I can leave."
The girl who was startled by the force that was used against her could only mutely nod slowly, by the looks of it she was slightly mesmerized by how good looking the man before her was.
Athrun sighed in relief. "Thank you." Before he could retreat from the girl, a strong hand came out of nowhere and grabbed hold of his arm, tightly gripping on it like hat was no tomorrow.
"Who the hell are you holding onto my girl like this?" A deep baritone voice darkly demanded.
The blue-haired Coordinator looked to his left to find a rather ticked off beefy looking man glaring menacingly at him. Athrun inwardly sighed out loud. Of course, she just had to have a pissed off boyfriend who misunderstood the situation. Jeez, all he had been doing for the past hour was trying to free himself of the brunette's hold. And now her boyfriend just had to come and witness him holding on to his girl. Could anything get worst?
The last thing he wanted was to start a fight in a public place.
Athrun closed his eyes as he slowly let go of his hold on the girl's shoulder but the arm that was held against his will was still being gripped by the beefy looking man. Honestly, by the looks of it, the ticked off boyfriend was not letting him go without a fight. Although the man was twice his size, the blue-haired was certain that he could go against him if a fight were to break. His military background had trained him to fight off against any size of soldiers, be it a small or a hulk-like man like the one before him.
"Look," the bluenet cautiously started, looking warily at the man. "I was only trying to get her off of me. I meant no harm."
The bulky man showed no sign of acceptance, instead he scoffed in disbelief. "That's bullshit. Your hands were all over my girl."
Of course, it's fruitless trying to reason with a hot-tempered man like this one. Somehow, the man reminded him of a teenager Yzak who would constantly let his emotions get the better of him.
"I'm not lying," Athrun calmly protested, staring blankly at him. Although he knew too well that his protest was a deaf-ear to the beefy man.
The forgotten brunette decided to interfere with the current silent battle that the men were having. "Babe, we were just dancing!"
"You stay out of this!" The boyfriend roared angrily to his girl. The brunette flinched at the harsh tone and cowardly took steps back away from the scene. Athrun grimaced. Of course, she'd be too afraid to face the angry wrath of her boyfriend so she decided to leave the victim in the hands of the pissed off man.
The blue-haired noticed how their commotion had caught a handful of people's attention and they had stopped whatever they were doing to witness the unfold scene before them. Great, now there's a crowd, eager to witness a fight. Athrun discreetly glanced to his left and was surprised to find Kira who was in a similar position as he was. The brown-haired commander looked petrified to come in between a couple's relationship and was looking at the man with a buzz cut hair style with wide eyes. Somehow, after realizing something, he shouldn't be all that surprised. After all, the girls who had forcibly took him, Kira, and Shinn to the dance floor were all friends.
In addition, it was no surprised that since they were friends, their boyfriends—in which he assumed that the rest of the girls have—would also be in some sort of clique and gang up on his friends. He assumed that Shinn was somewhere around close by and was also in a similar situation that he and Kira were currently in. He glanced behind his shoulder to his right and by the looks of it, it confirmed his suspicion. The red-eyed Coordinator was currently glaring at a man with a scar on his face before him with clenched fists ready to defend himself when the time comes.
By now, all activities on the dance floor was halted and a crowd was formed around three small group of people. He anxiously glanced over at Kira once again behind his shoulder to find him giving him a pleading look. The bluenet could only offered him a small smile of reluctant.
"Hey, looks like your other buddies were messing around with my buddies' girls, too," the beefy man snickered darkly, breaking Athrun's eye contact with Kira.
"It's not my fault that you can't keep your girl to yourself," Athrun flatly retorted, fully aware that it will riled up beefy man. Honestly, the only way to escape this situation was, ironically, to fight him. The blue-haired Admiral decidedly taunt beefy man into making the first move, knowing that if he did Athrun could attack him in self-defense, hence, justifying his action. A visible vein popped out on beefy man's temple after hearing the insult.
"What did you say, punk?!" Beefy man roared angrily, letting go of Athrun's arm. The hand that was gripping onto the latter sudden clenched into a fist that's ready itself to be thrown at the blue-head.
Before Athrun could retort and dodge the attack, a flash of blond hair interfered and stood before the bluenet. The familiar man grabbed hold of the flying fist before it attempt to make contact with the bluenet. "Whoa, buddy! Easy with that hand of yours. Your girl was right, there's no harm in dancing."
Beefy man zeroed his eyes at the unwanted blond intruder and growled. "Who the hell are you?!"
Dearka, unfazed by the hostility that was given to him, could only chuckled in delight, much to his other companion's horror. "Who? Me? I'm with these guys here." He pointed at Athrun and nodded towards Kira and Shinn, confirming that he was on their side in this mess. Yzak trailed behind the blond, a frown graced on his face as he looked at the troublesome scene before him.
"Dearka, stop taunting the fool," the now slightly sobered Yzak added nonchalantly from behind. "He's not worth our time."
"Bastards! Artie, Guy get these fools away from me! I have a score to settle with this one here!" Beefy man called out, glaring daggers at Athrun who was calmly quiet as he watched the whole ordeal. Behind him, two other hulky forms who they assumed were his other pals stepped out stretching and cracking their knuckles in intimidation. One with an unattractive mustache and the other with an ugly sideburn. Both the Joule and the Elsman heirs weren't faze by their attempts for they know that as elite soldiers that they can handle men like the ones who were ready to attack them.
Dearka inwardly sighed out loud, scratching his nape. "I guess it looks like we have to fight now."
The silver-haired snorted in disbelief. "You don't sound too apologetic about it."
"Nah, my adrenaline is pumped with excitement." The blond lazily grinned at the hulk who had the repugnant moustache, the one that was called Guy, as he cracked his knuckles with eagerness. "So, you're going against me? You don't look too tough in my opinion."
The now pissed off hulk lunged a fist towards the blond in which the latter easily dodged without a sweat. Dearka whistled lowly, shaking his head in bemusement. "Is that all you've got? Man, I was right." With that said, the hulk roared an impatient growl at the blond before attacking once again. The latter averted the attack and tactically retaliated a punch to his opponent's gut with ease, throwing him off balance and onto the floor.
"Now, can't we just talk like civil people to clear up the misunderstanding?" Dearka wisely suggested. But knowing how aggressive his opponent was, it was a fruitless attempt to console the man.
With his enhanced ability, Hulk sprang up from the ground at shouted strings of curses. "You bastard!"
The blond clicked his tongue and lazily smirked. "You know, insulting me does not make you a better fighter."
In a split second, Hulk had pulled back his arm, fist clenched, and threw it forward with a force aiming for the head. It took a second for the blond to realize the attack's target and quickly stepped aside. Unfortunately, the fist had instead lightly grazed Dearka's shoulder, causing him to move a millimeter backwards when it connected. The blond Coordinator slightly winced from the dull aching thud on his shoulder. He quickly recovered to only find Hulk swinging an aimless punch at him with a harder force. Dearka quickly retaliated, faster than his opponent could comprehend, with a merciless fist to the face that sent his foe flying KO backwards to the anxious crowd behind.
"Phew," the blond winner sighed gratefully as he wiped his temple with the back of his hand. He noted in satisfaction that Hulk had gone unconscious from his one fist KO and grinned cheekily. "Glad that that's over." He turned to the rowdy crowd who was giving him quite the acclamation for his victory.
Athrun was too enticed by the fight before him, he had almost forgotten about ticked off beefy man who had readily himself to attack the blue-haired Coordinator. From his peripheral vision, a fist came flying from beefy man's direction towards him, in which the bluenet evaded handily by ducking down. The blue-head took advantage of his current position and swiftly swung his dominate leg across the floor, tripping the beefy man onto the cold hard ground as he let out an unmanly yelp.
Honestly, all the blue-haired wanted to do was to sit down. Was that too much to ask?
Beefy Man quickly got back on his feet and if death glare could kill, Athrun would've been six feet under by now. Beefy Man launched himself off of his stance and swung a fruitless fist across the blue-haired. Instead of dodging it like before, Athrun caught it with his left hand and gripped the fist with an unnerving strength. The foe tried to pull back his arm but did not prevail and decidedly throw a punch with his free hand. The Orb Admiral quickly ducked, still gripping onto the first hand, as he throttle the man up in the air, flipping him seamlessly onto his back. Beefy Man's eyes went wide in shock as he was pugnaciously throttled down to the ground with an unnatural thud.
Yzak looked undaunted by the apparent man who had the ugly sideburn, Artie, which he was supposedly facing against and snorted. "This is preposterous."
As one of ZAFT most youngest soldiers who hold the senior title as Commander, Yzak pride himself of having the skills and abilities to resolve any situation—be it stress or calm—with ease. Handling a large pugnacious PLANTs civilian was a no brainer to him, considering that he has the upper hand of having a trained militarily background. Quite frankly, he was in no mood to be throwing punches around, seeing how he was still recovering from the pounds of headache he possessed because of alcohol. But knowing the situation, he wasn't going to be let off without a fight, much to his dismay.
The Ugly Sideburn let out an ungodly roar before assailing a punch to the said silver-haired male. Yzak easily shuffled to the side, faltering the hulky from his strong fighting stance as he almost tripped on himself behind the Joule heir. The silver-haired looked behind his shoulder and icy blue eyes glared at their target in annoyed. He scoffed. "You really are a fool if you think that you'd win against me with that atrocious fist of yours."
Ugly Sideburn got up and glowered ferociously. "What did you say, bastard?!" He cried out with an animalistic screech. He swung another fist, but like the last time, the silver-haired dodged it with ease, merely moving a few centimeters from where he was.
The fair-head clicked his tongue at his foe's futile attempt. "Are you really a Coordinator? I know a Natural that can emit a stronger and faster punch than this," he provoked tauntingly. The insult had gotten the man in question the anticipated reaction that Yzak had wanted. The former blindly stampeded towards the latter with a beastly growl, carelessly throwing punches in the air aiming towards the fair-head.
"You coward! Stop dodging and fight me!"
An angry vein popped out in the side of his temple. Clearly, the fool had made the mistake of calling Yzak a coward for he was the exact opposite of it. Decidedly, Yzak determined it was time for him to reciprocate.
Instinctively, he single-handily blocked the punch that was aiming towards his face with one hand and countered with an upward punch from below to the foe's gut with the other. His fist forcibly made contact with the targeted area and Yzak watched his opponent backwardly staggered himself while violently coughing. In a flash, he was in front of him began to rhythmically throw punches all over the poor maniac.
"Don't." Punch. "You." Punch. "Ever." Punch. "Call." Punch. "Me." Punch. "That." Punch. "BASTARD!"
With the final attack, Yzak jerked his long leg back and strike it to Ugly Sideburn's face, making an unnatural sound of bone crack. The final attack sent the man crashing down to the ground with a loud thud and it was no surprised that the fool was knocked out of conscious. "Pathetic," Yzak sneered with a hint of remorse before turning away.
"You've got some nerves messing with my girl, punk," Scar Face hissed at Shinn. Shinn simply glared at the bigger male. As a trained soldier, Shinn had the confidence to single-handily take down the cocky bastard in front of him. Perhaps provoking him just a tad bit won't hurt. Just because he was physically smaller than the jerk in front of him, doesn't mean that this opponent had a military background like Shinn does. And one thing that Shinn couldn't stand is when people underestimated him because of his size.
"She came to me willingly, pal. Too bad she finds me more attractive than you," the raven-haired jeered as he smirked smugly at Scar Face.
Shinn could hear a faint sound of a jaw cracking from the now furious Scar Face.
"You… little…" The shaking Scar Face took a lurching step towards his smaller foe with each word he said. On his third step, he jerked an arm backwards before blindly launching it towards Shinn and yelled: "Fuckface!"
Shinn smoothly stepped to his right, evading the punch targeting him. Before Scar Face could even register the evasion, Shinn ducked himself leveling his eyes to the said man's torso and quickly threw a hard punch that sent ripples of pain through his abdomen. The bulky scar face violently coughed and staggered his balance—although the younger man knew that he tried his hardest to prevent it—allowing the raven-haired Coordinator to go in for another shot, this time on his face. The shot was too fast for Scar Face to comprehend for the moment it made in contact with his jaw, the wave rippling force sent him flying a few meters back.
"Who's the fuckface now?" The Red Coat snickered victoriously, pitying the poor fool on the ground who was groaning in pain.
"Um, we really don't have to resort to violence," Kira said, anxiously. He made a hand gesture that attempted to calm the man with the uneven buzz cut, but the latter was hearing none of it. As an idealist, he hated using forces. He may be a ZAFT Commander, but unlike Yzak, he condemned himself in resolving hostile situation using words not fists. Unfortunately, in rare cases like this, he would have to opt for the latter.
"Shut up!" Buzz Cut shrieked, launching an unexpected punch at Kira.
Kira had no time to dodge and staggered slightly from the aftermath of the punch that grazed his chin, the punch had caught him off guard and he cursed himself. "Okay, I'm guessing that's a no," he muttered to himself.
Buzz Cut however was relentless and swung another fist towards Kira's head. It was one hell of a shot, but Kira learned from his earlier mistake and quickly ducked down. Before he could retaliate, a shout from the forgotten crowd halted his anticipated movement.
"The Police are here! Everybody stop!"
"Shit! Kira, we need to get out of here!" Dearka shouted from behind. Kira looked to find his friends standing victoriously in front of their respective foes and slightly smiled in relief. At least they pummeled the rest down with ease. He stole one last glance at his opponent who looked torn between continuing the assault or to escape after seeing how the rest of his buddies pitifully throttled down on the floor, nursing their injuries. As shallow as it may seems, Kira rather not face the law enforcers right now as much as his guilty conscience tells him to stay.
"Kira!" Athrun screamed in alarmed. Kira nodded in understanding and quickly followed the rest of his friends who were heading towards the back door. They pushed and shoved the frantic crowd that was making quite a chaos as they tried to escape from the place. The group managed to safely depart from the club to the back door which led them to an empty alley.
"I cannot believe we did that," Athrun mumbled with incredulity between gasp. He then glanced to the groom and chuckled lightly before adding, "He gave you a good hit there, huh, Kira?"
"It doesn't hurt that bad," Kira muttered defensively, frowning that out of the five of them, he was the one who managed to escape with an injury. Subconsciously he rubbed his sore chin.
A moment of silence fell amongst the men as they struggled to catch their breath.
"S-o," the only blond began slowly, breaking the silent moment. "On to the next destination?"
His companions stared at him with dumbfounded look save the silver-haired who was glaring dirtily at the blond.
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September One, September City PLANTs
Ink Splat, Piercing and Tattoo Parlor
Yesterday, 2134 hours
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"Why are we here, Dearka?" Kira asked exasperatedly after glancing at the place. This was not the destination that he had in mind after a disastrous fiasco that happened earlier.
Dearka could only grinned from ear to ear. "I'd figure we do something…out of our characters."
"By getting a tattoo," Yzak flatly deadpanned, not amused by the slightest of the absurd suggestion. The blond merely shrugged indifferently.
"I'd rather not," Shinn said, grimacing at the possibility of having a needle drawing a permanent artwork on his body.
Kira nodded in agreement. "Aren't tattoos supposed to be something that you should be considering for a long time before getting one? We don't exactly fit in that criteria since we're here in a spam."
The blond rolled his eyes. "Then go get a piercing. No one is leaving this place without some kind of artwork on his body."
The silver-head snorted. "Piercings are stupid."
"I bet Yzak is scared of the itty bitty needle," the needling blond piqued, making a horrendous mockery of a baby's voice.
Yzak knitted his brows together, glowering at the blond man. He chose to not interject but decided to question his absurd motives instead. "Why are we even doing this? We don't have to listen to you."
"Well, if you don't then…" Dearka trailed off as he pulled out his mobile device. He clicked on the application where he stored his photos and flipped to his triumph card. "Then I guess I'll just send these photos to the least expected person you want."
Four pairs of eyes furrowed their brows in confusion. "What? What pictures?" Athrun asked in a sinking voice. Somehow, he had a bad feeling about this.
"Oh, I don't know. Just a few pictures from the club where you and that girl were getting quite cozy on the dance floor." The horror look on the bluenet's face was too comical when Dearka showed him the scandalous picture.
Honestly, it wasn't as if he wanted to, but the damn girl was too persistent and forced his hands around her. The cunning witch decided to take advantage of it by pulling herself closer to him. But seeing Dearka possessing something that might start a world war with Cagalli, it had taken quite the effect on him.
The devious blond then turned his smirking self to the groom. "And you Kira, man, I did not expect this from you. Hands all over her? I mean, wow." Kira's features went pale seeing the image. To his defense, the woman who had dragged him to the dance floor reminded him of his twin. Persistent, stubborn, and scary. He did not know how to handle the situation without hurting, or for lack of a better word pissing, the woman off. All he could do was dodge her advances by sidestepping whenever she leaned in too close in proximity.
"And Shinn," he began, slyly grinning at the now wide eyed Coordinator. "I wonder how our favorite female pilot would reaction seeing you so close to this babe."
Shinn swallowed. Hard. Why did he have to be there when it happened? Damn, it wasn't as if he wanted to, the damn girl had caught him off guard and too advantage of the fact that he was clearly uncomfortable. Hence, the horrid image that by some means caught the second of moment when she had forcibly kissed him. It took his brain just a millisecond to process what happened before pushing her away. Damn minx. Damn the captain, too, for doing this to him.
"You! I can't believe you're blackmailing us!" Athrun cried out in disbelief.
"I could always pull ranks here," Kira warned, frowning at the blond.
Dearka mischievously smirked. "Well you go do it and this picture will be sent to your bride-to-be in the next second. Even if you do, we're currently not in the military."
"This has nothing to do with me since I wasn't dancing," Yzak snobbishly pointed out.
"Don't think you're off the hook easily, Yzak. I just happened to record you making a fool out of yourself when we were at the pub."
"You WHAT?!" The silver-haired screeched, angrily. Clearly he was not anticipating this at all.
The culprit merely shrugged, still having that blasted smugly smirk plastered on his face. "So, is everybody coming in or not?"
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Maius One, Maius City PLANTs
PLANTs International Air Shuttle Terminal
Yesterday 2356 hours
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Maius One is the heartland of the largest Hub Terminals for civilians of the PLANTs colonies. Although all PLANTs colonies possessed Hub Terminals for civilian transportation, this specific colony is the home to the only international terminal in PLANTs—hence, it's the biggest—in which it is the sole threshold that permits outsiders from entering in and out of the nation under the discerning eyes of the military. The ZAFT forces sonorously monitors the area twenty-four-seven, with ZAFT soldiers stationed at every entrance and surveillance cameras glued at every angles there is, for any suspicious actions that may deem as an act of terrorists against the nation. In other words, it was one of the most highly secured places with tight security at every corner save Aprilius One—home of the PLANT Supreme Council and ZAFT Military Headquarters—and Armory One.
This late during the day, the terminal was almost a ghost town for who in their right mind who be traveling this late at night—with the exception of the highly active ZAFT forces—so it was a no brainer that the night shift personnel working at terminal were quite alarmed after witnessing five well-respected war heroes boisterously staggering inside the hub from the boarding dock looking quite drunk.
What perplexed them the most was four of the five men were prominent war veterans of the ZAFT Military Forces, notably Commander Yzak Joule; a man notorious for his hot-tempered trait and almost everyone in the military were frightened by him, Commander Kira Yamato; a kind hearted fellow who was notably engaged to their Chairwoman, Captain Dearka Elsman; a charismatic gentleman who has a way with swaying people be it men and women of all ages with his silver-tongue, and Lieutenant Shinn Asuka; a well-respected elite pilot who is known for his incredible skills with a mobile suit. While the last, Athrun Zala, was a former ZAFT Elite before renouncing his citizenship of PLANTs shortly after the Second Bloody Valentine War to become an Admiral of the Orb Military.
"Where are we right now?" A half-lidded, tinted face Commander Yzak Joule slurred to his companions of similar state.
"Hm, I don't know. We simply got aboard on a shuttle and ended up here." The charismatic Captain Elsman answered, tumbling his sentence together as if it was one word.
Realizing what the tanned Captain had said, the management personnel were quite shocked that none of their air traffic units from where ever the gentlemen were, alerted them that a group of well-known soldiers were going to be landing in Maius One, drunkenly walking aimlessly inside terminal.
Actually, disregard the part about them being perplexed about how the men were war heroes, what baffled them to the point where they are left most utterly speechless was their state of dress. They conceded the fact that the men were practically the only ones who were sane to be awake in this ungodly hour, but how they look so absolutely out of their character, now that is something to seriously question.
The great and proud Commander Yzak had a scandalous bright red art that was inked on his face. Many of the personnel weren't quite sure whether they were being delusional because of the late hour or not but quickly rectified the possible notion after blinking rapidly. Nope. It's a tattoo alright.
Many of the ZAFT soldiers that were present noticed the oddly artwork on the Commander, too. Honestly, this was a comical situation. Never in their time serving under the ZAFT Military had they seen the Joule heir so lax and drunk. The image of the silver-haired Commander that was quite engraved in their brains was a Commander who ruled with a stick up his ass.
One brave soldier had the bold courage to surreptitiously pull out his mobile device to snap a quick picture of the drunken soldiers and another snap zooming dangerously to the Joule heir's face before quickly stuffing the device back inside his pocket. For sure, there will be quite the gossip back at the headquarters after tonight.
The others around Commander Yzak were in a similar state as him, covered in disorganized paint colors from top to bottom—minus visible tattoos—and most notably, Captain Elsman and Orb Admiral Zala were topless. The latter information sure quite got a lot of female personnel and soldiers blushing bashfully.
The terminal personnel quickly realized that they were openly gawking at the men before them and quickly brought themselves back to reality before marching towards the said men and swarming around them.
"Good evening, Commander Joule," the self-proclaimed leader of the group of personnel—since no one had the guts to start asking questions—addressed the silver-haired gentleman. "What pleasant surprise." Indeed it was. "Is there, perhaps, anything that you'd like us to help with? Like, say, getting you all home safely?" He offered politely, although the latter question seemed to be the hopeful inquiry that he'd like to hear from the silver-haired Commander.
The sluggish Commander merely stared blankly at the man before him in utter silence.
"We want to go on a trip!" The tanned blond Captain suddenly announced in place of the Commander.
"A trip?" The lead personnel parroted unsurely in question, doubtfully wondering of how to make of it.
"Yes, a trip!" Lieutenant Asuka conceded loudly. Everyone in the personnel group looked over at the raven-haired in astonishment.
"Sir?" The lead personnel said, looking expectantly at the silver-haired Commander. He decided that since the silver-head had the high authority in the bandwagon, he'd get an answer from him.
Yzak seemed to ponder on it before slowly nodding in confirmation. "You heard him, a trip."
"A-Alright, then. Where exactly do you anticipate this trip to be?"
"Somewhere fun!" and "Surprise me!" were the answers he got from the bandwagon, notably from the then quite Commander Kira and Lieutenant Asuka respectively.
The personnel looked from one soldier to the other in confusion. "Um, I apologize for this inconvenience, but the Hub Terminals to almost all colonies are almost closed."
"Then how about Earth?" The Orb Admiral suddenly suggested.
The leader choked. "E-Earth? This late?" Although the civilian shuttles that goes around the colonies have their curfews, the international one, particularly the shuttle going to Earth is open twenty-four-seven. But no one in their right mind would want to travel that far this late except for the few ludicrous workaholic businessmen whose life revolves around running their empires and of course, their very own ZAFT military personnel.
"Great! We request two private shuttles then," the blond Captain added, lazily grinning at the leader.
"Two?" The latter parroted in disbelief, almost choking. Honestly, just how much can this situation be more comically unpredictable?
"Request that the pilots of the shuttle to disembark if you please," Kira added unexpectedly.
"Pilots to disembark?" Now this has gotten everyone's attention, be it the management or military personnel around them.
"We are elite soldiers so we are capable of operating complex machines, hence, a mere shuttle is a no brainer for us," Athrun conceded confidently, smiling a drunken smile at the flabbergasted man before them.
"Capable of operating?" The poor man seemed rather frazzled and distressed, it was no wonder that he kept repeating whatever he heard like a broken record.
"Will that a problem, mister?" The Joule heir questioned darkly, daring the man in question to decline abiding any of their wishes.
"No! Not a problem at all, Commander!" The leader quickly replied as he shook his head to absolute his answer even more. He nervously laughing at the awkward situation at hand, looking at his left and right at his colleagues. "I'll prepare you two private shuttles right away!" Call him a coward, but he'd rather not face the wrath of a high ranking officer—a quite drunken one as a matter-of-factly—and by the looks of the other personnel, he vouched for them. If anything were to go wrong, they'll let the big guys in the military handle it. After all, they were civilians trying to comply with a military personnel's command.
The man practically ran to the operating room to attend to their wishes with a herd of other personnel tailing right behind him.
"You, Solider!" Yzak suddenly pointed at the closest Green Coat in his line of vision.
A blurry flash image of a Green Coat soldier immediately stood before the Commander with an ungodly energetic salute that contrast to the late time. "Sir, yes, sir!"
"Identify yourself," he demanded in a clip tone.
"Sir, I am Lieutenant Arnold Merriweather of the Randolph Squadron! ZAFT Identification Number two-four-one—"
A hand halted the young soldier from continuing his mandatory formal introduction. "At ease, Lieutenant. I got the information I needed. Now are you familiar with General Jonas Yeager?"
A curious look fell across the soldier's face before he immediately changed it back to an expressionless look. "O-Of course, sir!"
"Good, I would like you to send a message to HR regarding the general for me."
"A message, sir?" He echoed questionably, unsure if he had heard right.
"You're quite the scatterbrain if you must repeat what I had to say," the Joule heir commented unperturbedly.
A quizzical look graced the young lieutenant face. "Sir?"
Yzak shook his head. This is why he cannot stand incompetent soldiers. "Disregard that last comment, Lieutenant. Anyways, yes, a message. Are you able to procure a pen and paper at this moment?"
"R-Right away, sir!" He fished the inside of his green uniform and pulled out the said pen and a notepad. He held the pen with his right hand before opening to a blank section of the booklet.
"Good. Now if you please, scrawl down what I am about to say and send it to HR and a copy to the General as soon as you can."
The Green Coat soldier-turned-Scriber/Messenger nodded anxiously at the Commander awaiting his next command.
"To the Department of Human Resources of ZAFT Military Headquarters," Yzak began.
"I am writing this letter to lodge a formal complaint against ZAFT Military General Jonas Yeager of the 8th Fleet. I feel that I have been given unfair treatment because of my incapability of handling inadequate subordinates who are incline to boastfully feel that they are superior than their senior officers. Although General Yeager has been quite the admirable general that the ZAFT Forces proudly accredit, I feel that he passes me up for counterproductive tasks that hinders me from accomplishing functions that are deemed of great relevance.
"In addition, I believe that I do not have the luxury or the time to idly fool around with contemptuous underlings, a specific subordinate if I may boldly add. So if it is possible, I would like to reevaluate a certain Lieutenant that has been recently assigned to my squadron in question.
"Lieutenant Connery Stilt of the Joule Squadron is the soldier that I would like to look into.
"His unacceptable, intolerant, insubordinate, blasphemous, disdainful, moronic, presumptuous attitude had appalled me to no end and as his commanding officer, I have the right to investigate his case. It is a mockery to the ZAFT Military Forces that he was given the privilege to wear a ZAFT Red Elite uniform. His attitude and skills are not in par and meet the standards of the exclusive title. I request a full investigation and reevaluation on the said Lieutenant.
"I appreciate your cooperation regarding this compliant and would like an appropriate response as soon as possible. I thank you once again.
"Sincerely, Commander Yzak Joule of the Joule Squadron, ZAFT Identification Number three-two-nine-six-four-four-eight."
By the end, the scriber could only gaped his mouth wide open as he dutifully jot down the monologue the Commander had entrusted him to do.
"Did you get it all, Lieutenant?" Yzak finally asked, looking quite scornfully at the poor lad.
"Y-Yes, sir!" Was all he could reply, stammering his way through.
The good Commander gave a solemn nod in appreciation. "I thank you for your help, Lieutenant. You are dismissed." Bashfully, the Green Coat straightened himself and saluted the superior officers before retreating.
Once the Green Coat retreated, Yzak turned to face his intoxicated friends who were looking at the silver-head Commander in awed.
"Wow, Yzak, I never knew that you had it in you. Filing a complaint? Let alone, against old man Yeager?" Dearka supplied with half-lidded eyes, smiling droopily.
"I have just about had it with that old potentate," Yzak spat bitterly. "He knows just how much I cannot stand dealing with arrogant underlings. I do not and will not take crap from soldiers like that."
The management personnel came out of the operating room and trudged towards the men in question. "Commander, your shuttles are ready in the docking area," he anxiously informed the intoxicated soldiers, avoiding any eye contacts.
"Good. Yzak, Kira, Athrun, go to the second shuttle. I'm putting our youngster here in the first one." He didn't wait for a response from them for he was already dragging Shinn to the dock towards the first shuttle.
Dearka snaked an arm around the youngest companion's shoulder. He pulled him closer to whisper in his ears. "You said that you wanted to go somewhere fun, Shinn?"
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" The raven-head wobbly saluted with a cheeky grin.
"Good! Since you're way drunker than I am, I'm going to set this thing into autopilot. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy your trip, Lieutenant!"
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" Shinn repeated. He was then ushered inside the shuttle by his Captain, seating himself in the backseat. Dearka quickly made his way to the pilot's cockpit and set the operating system into autopilot.
"There! You're all set!" Dearka cheerfully claimed. He glanced to the back to find his subordinate fast asleep on the seat. He chuckled at the sight before stepping out of the spacecraft and closing the hatch. Immediately, the shuttle launched itself out of the dock and into space.
"Everyone good?" Kira asked the crowd as the blond entered the second shuttle. Kira took command in the pilot seat while the rest were settled in the back of the private spacecraft. Everyone nodded. "Alright! Let's go!"
As the second shuttle disembarked the docking area, all the personnel and soldiers looked outside the window at the retreating shuttles apprehensively. They questioned if they've done the right thing by letting those senior officers escape with two private shuttles.
"Please inform the Chairwoman about this incident," the awestruck personnel told the soldier nearest him. "I believe she has the right to know in order to take the appropriate action."
The soldier couldn't agree more for he was already making his way out of the terminal to report the bizarre incident to headquarters.
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Buenos Aires, United States of South America
Buenos Aires International Air Shuttle Terminal
Present; 1218 hours (less than 7 hour until the wedding)
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"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to Buenos Aires International Air Shuttle Terminal. Local time is 1218 hours and the temperature is 17.8 degrees Celsius. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. On behalf of Mars Air Shuttle Flight GH240 and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!"
"Shut up!" Yzak cried out as he scornfully looked up at the PA system above him. The sound of the pilot's cheery voice was an antithesis of Yzak's ever growing dark mood and hearing the chirpy captain was not making it any better. His other three companions flinched at the irascible silver-head's tone sudden raise in volume.
"Yzak, you should really stop scowling," Dearka calmly suggested, glancing at the angry elite pilot beside him. The silver-haired merely huffed angrily before hastily getting up from his seat and marched down the alley. Other passengers who saw the angry commander quickly stepped aside to let the man go on before them.
Kira and Athrun sighed at the temporal commander as they watched him depart from the shuttle ahead of them. Really, they couldn't blame the Joule heir for being angry at their current dilemma, they too were quite dismayed by this whole sudden turn of event. But nevertheless they held it in for it is a fruitless action if they were to get angry because of this.
The duration of their flight from the red planet to Earth has been one excruciating long trip for the four Coordinators. They have been quite anxious—well Yzak was mostly scowling the whole time since he managed to make almost all stewardess in the shuttle avoid him like plague—as they keep looking at the time of the monitor in front of their seats.
"Well, we should go after him," Kira suggested as he easily got off of his seat and begin to walk down the aisle. "He's probably going to be waiting for us."
"But what are we supposed to do now? Although the USSA aren't quite hostile with Coordinators and PLANTs like the Atlantic Federation, they are still part of the EA," Athrun pointed out, a concern look graced his feature as he followed right behind the brown-haired Coordinator.
"Well, it's not like we wanted to be here in the first place," Dearka grumbled behind Athrun. "I don't know if that Junk Guild did this on purpose but it's still going to be hard for us to return to PLANTs."
"I don't think Lowe did it on purpose," Kira defended, frowning at the possibility that their Natural friend would put them up to such cruel trick since it was not in his character to do such thing. "I believe it was an honest mistake on his part."
Dearka rolled his eyes. "Well, be it a mistake or not we're stuck here."
The three soldiers quickly made their way out of the shuttle, slighting smiling at the flight attendants who were saying their goodbyes to the passengers who were disembarking before making their inside the terminal.
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"Goddamn it! This place is useless! There is not one damn shuttle that goes to PLANTs!" The said silver-haired exclaimed as he made his way towards his other companions. A look of irritation fell on his face as his lips curled into a snarl.
"Well, considering that this nation is part of the EA, it's no wonder that there are no flights that goes to ZAFT territories," Athrun logically pointed out, grimacing. Although he had said it, he still couldn't help but to make a face at the fact.
Kira frowned at the Joule heir for he had suspicion on how the latter got his information. "Yzak, don't tell me you terrorized the poor women stationed at the concierge desk."
Yzak scoffed, feeling not one bit guilty about doing such thing. "It's not my fault that Naturals here are so stupid." Both the brunet and the bluenet sighed in resignation. Even though they knew that Yzak had made a vast progression regarding his views on Naturals—since two of his friends were dating Naturals—in last several years since the wars have ended, he hadn't really quite drop his prejudices against them. Hence, his tendency to backslide was going to take sometimes to drop all together. Habitually, whenever he would encounter space pirates and terrorists who happens to be Naturals during missions, he would insult their genetic makeup to piss them off, something that Kira would frown upon.
"Perhaps one glance at Yzak's tattoo had scared them away," the needling blonde snickered.
The said silver-head glared daggers at the enigmatic blonde and seethed, "You're asking for your death wish, Elsman. I advise you to shut the hell up."
The Elsman heir wisely kept his witty retort to himself but nevertheless he let out another snicker in amusement.
"Look, we don't we ask for a plane ride to Orb? After all, unlike the USSA, Orb is a neutral entity so they're bound to have diplomacy with other nations regardless of them being in the EA or neutral," the Orb Admiral recommended thoughtfully.
"You're forgetting that we don't have any money, Athrun," the Elsman heir flatly reminded his companions.
"This place is not like Mars or PLANTs, so we can't have them tab the bills under our names since this is no longer in our jurisdiction." Yzak added on, slapping a hand on his forehead before slowly dragging it down the length of his face in frustration.
Kira closed his eyes, savoring the momentarily tranquil second before running a hand through his brown locks. "Well, I guess we need to work our way out then."
"Wait a minute, don't tell me you're suggesting that we actually have to do labor to get money?" Dearka exclaimed.
"Then what do you suggest us to do, Dearka? We have no money, we lost our mobile devices, and we have nothing."
"You've got to be kidding me," the blond muttered in disdain. Quite frankly, he doesn't mind performing manual labors, after all, he was a soldier and was trained rigorously during his time at the Academy. But after surviving a crash in Mars and recovering from the biggest hangover of his life, a wise one tends to avoid doing any strenuous activities.
"I believe it's wise if we don't mention that we're Coordinators from PLANTs. The war might be long over but there's still discrimination regarding our race," Athrun wisely supplied. "Remember, there are still some terrorists active around."
"So tell me, Kira, how are we supposed to find a job here since we don't know anyone?"
"I'm sorry, señores, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Are you perhaps looking for a temporary job?"
Four heads turned their gaze to the owner of the voice and find a young woman with platinum blonde hair and sun-kissed tan looking expectantly at the four Coordinators with her doe brown orbs.
"Yes, I'm sorry but might I ask who are you?" Kira asked, cautiously looking at the slightly older woman before them.
"Ah, lo siento señores, my name is Marina Fernandez. My father runs a ranch not far from here. We happened to be short on staff. If you are willing to do manual labors, we have openings." She looked at the appalled men before her and added, "And we'll pay handsomely."
"We'll take it," Yzak automatically said.
"Yzak!" Athrun called out, giving him the what-the-hell look.
"Shut up, Zala." He silenced the blue-head with a look. "The woman offered a good deal and money. We are soldiers so helping out in a ranch isn't going to be much of a problem."
Kira sighed, Yzak's right. They don't know anyone here and the kind woman offered them a job within the first minute they got here. "Alright." He turned to the kind woman and smiled. "So when do we start."
Marina smiled. "Follow me. You start today."
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The minute they stepped foot in the ranch area, they were greeted by an elder man. He was neither smiling nor frowning but simply gave Marina a look of wonder, curiously looking at the unfamiliar faces trailing behind his daughter.
"Papa, these gentlemen are willing to fill in the vacant positions. They are Kira," she gestured a hand towards the said brown-haired who greeted the man with a warm smile.
"Athrun." The blue-haired smiled politely.
"Dearka." The blond merely smirked and saluted the man informally.
"And Yzak." Yzak didn't smile like the rest but he merely nodded.
"Everyone, this is my father, Alejandro Fernandez," Marina greeted fondly, looking softly at her aging father beside her. The man didn't response for he was simply observing at the soldiers before him.
The aging man regarded the soldiers in front of him with excruciating eyes. He looked at Dearka first before saying, "Hombre rubio." Dearka only could give the said man a quizzical look, unable to comprehend what he just said to him.
He then looked over at Yzak, examining the silver-haired commander with calculating eyes from top to bottom. He stared longer at the unique hair the man had before him and slightly smirked at the mesmerizing ink on his face. After about a minute of contemplating and scratching his chin, the old man scoffed as he raised a questioning brow. "Mariquita?"
The Joule heir could only furrowed his brows in confusion. "What did he just call me?" Yzak whispered curiously to Dearka as he casted a wary look to the man in question.
The blond shrugged indifferently. "I don't speak Spanish, buddy." He didn't sound very apologetic.
The Natural then switched his gaze to Athrun, staring at the bluenet with interest before nodding in approval. "Guapo." The Admiral could only give a hesitant nod, unsure if he just insulted or complemented him.
Kira slightly flinched as the man's sharp gaze fell to him. The latter frowned, almost as if he looked slightly disappointed at what's before him. "Débil?"
"Did he just called me a devil?" Kira muttered to himself.
Pairs of worn out boots were suddenly thrown to their feet along with working gloves.
"You want us to put it on?" Kira asked, looking a tad bit confused to the older man.
Alejandro nodded sharply. "Si. Wear now. We work right now. Hurry," he gruffly ordered. The Coordinators quietly complied, although Yzak didn't look like he was enjoying being ordered one bit.
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"How long do we have to do this again?" Dearka asked exasperatedly for the umpteenth time.
"Dearka, stop complaining and just keep working," Kira sternly suggested the blond who was resting his head on top of the raking pole.
He and Dearka were assigned in tending the vegetation garden. Athrun was in charge of the heavy lifting with Alejandro near them while Yzak, much to his chagrin, was stuck tending the mares in the stable with Marina.
"Oh, let me get that for you," Athrun offered and assisted the older man, who was having a hard time lifting a bag full of grains, without a second thought. The older man silently gaze at the bluenet with blank stare before confirming his suspicious.
"You Coordinator?" Alejandro asked in his heavy Spanish accent. Although from the way he said it, it was more of a statement of verification than a question. The Coordinator visibly flinched at the correct assumption
They hadn't meant to lie to him, it was rather just a subject they decided to not bring up hoping to avoid any conflicts. "Uh, is that a problem, sir?" Athrun asked cautiously. Quite frankly, he's unsure what to do if it was going to be a problem.
The man merely shook his head, an action that Athrun and the rest had not been expecting. "No. No es un problema." He softly said before walking away, leaving the Coordinators looking at his retreating form quite perplexed.
"My father sides with anyone who is against the Atlantic Federation," Marina supplied to the confused soldiers as she and Yzak made their way towards them.
"Why?" Kira inquired. Although he doesn't blame the man for having such hostility. The Atlantic Federation was the super power in the AEF and it was thoroughly infiltrated by Blue Cosmos especially in the higher ranks.
"If you remember, the Atlantic Federation forcibly annexed Porta Panama from us for the Mass Driver and the military base. We had no choice but to comply since we have no military forces of our own. After the first war, we fought for independence. And I believe some ZAFT soldiers were one of those who helped us gain it."
"That's right. I believed Hahnenfuss fought in the USSA war for independence," Yzak muttered subconsciously.
Due to his enhanced hearing ability, the blond quickly picked up what the silver-haired had muttered and slyly grinned. "Thinking about your girlfriend?" Dearka teased knowingly.
"Shut up, Dearka!"
"Yes. Well, my father and I could care less if you were Coordinators or Naturals. We are, after all, still human beings." Marina smiled softly before looking up at the blazing sun with a hand shielding it from light. "It's getting rather hot in here. I'll bring you boys some cool drinks for your break. In the meantime, just finish what you were doing before heading back inside." She waved a small goodbye before going towards the direction her father had gone to.
"Didn't expect that," Dearka admitted, scratching his nape.
Kira and Athrun nodded in agreement.
Yzak on the other hand was quite preoccupied looking at a distracting figure from the forest nearby the ranch. Earlier he couldn't sworn he saw an unusual movement but after hearing a fainted scream from the ominous direction, he began to suspect that something, or rather someone, was inside in trouble.
While the others were aimlessly chatting, Yzak decided to slowly walk towards the intruding forest, hoping to ease his curiosity.
"Oi, Yzak! Where are you going?" Dearka yelled, realizing that their silver-haired friend had left the group to walk towards the forest. Quickly, his other two friends join in to jog towards the silver-haired.
"Shh! Did you hear that?" Yzak hushed and asked the rest.
Dearka looked at the silver-haired weirdly. "Hear what?"
"That!" The silver-head insisted. He pointed towards the empty forest. The rest tried to understand what he was referring to, but even with their enhanced hearing, they couldn't quite pick up what was so unusual about the forest. But instead of hearing what Yzak said, they saw a figure. A figure that looks like a human who was running fast towards them.
"Hey, isn't that…Lieutenant Asuka?" Dearka pointed out, squinting his eyes.
The brown-haired eyes widen at the mention of his subordinate. "What?! Where?!" Kira inquired frantically, hoping to see a glimpse of their lost comrade.
"Over there! Look!"
"Holy shit that is Shinn!" Athrun conceded in astonishment, not believing what his eyes were seeing.
"Shinn, over here!" Kira cried out, happily, waving a hand up in the air.
The boy who was running closer by the second didn't respond, for he was too engross running hard. Now that they think about it, it almost as if he's running away from something.
"Shinn?"
"Get out of the way get out of the way get out of the way!" Instead of hearing what they hope the raven-haired would greet them, he simply bypassed them, zooming with an incredible speed.
"Hey! Asuka! What's wrong with you?!" Yzak angrily bellowed, insulted that their underling ignored them.
"RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! RUN I SAY!" He cried, trailing off as he got farther away from them.
Dearka could only blinked owlishly. "What the hell was that?"
"What is he talking about?"
"Um, guys?" Kira called out, with uncertainty laced in his tone.
"What?" Yzak said, a hint of bitter in his tone.
"I think I have a good idea why Shinn told us to run. Look." The boys turned back to the forest to see what Kira had pointed out and immediately paled.
There, just a few meters away from them in the forest, stood a large tiger with big wide eyes looking from one Coordinator to the other. He let out a low snarl as the beast took slow steps forward.
"O-kay, maybe we should run. Like now," for once, the blond had a wise suggestion.
The rest of his companions nodded rapidly. "Good idea," Kira replied, swallowing hard.
The beast glared as he snapped his sharp teeth together, baring its large fangs at the now alarmed Coordinators. The predator made a beastly roar before leaping from its stand and lunging towards his preys.
"RUN!"
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait people! This chapter was pretty hard and long to write. Please excuse my Spanish for it has been a very long time since I used it, plus it's not my first language. So if any Spanish speaking readers are willing to correct I will be so grateful! :D I got some words off of google translate so I'm pretty sure that there's bound to be mistakes. And we have Shinn now! I feel so bad about leaving him out for such a long time I'd figure it's time for him to come and rejoin the squad.
I've read in Gundam Wiki that Shiho fought in the War for Independence in the USSA shortly after the first BV war ended.
I'll expand their experience at the tattoo parlor in the next chapter. It was getting too long so I decided to just put it into two parts.
And I've uploaded a new story called '7 Steps on How to Court Shiho Hahnenfuss'! For my ShihoxYzak fans, I hope you'll try this story! It's a short story that's filled with humor and romance! I only uploaded the first chapter for a test so let me know what you think about it so I can continue! I'll get on with that story after finishing this one!
Anyways, I hoped you all enjoy this chapter! Thank you for reading and please review!
Translation:
Mariquita- The word "mariquita" is much more harmless than calling a person "maricon" or "marica" which are insulting words to say 'gay' (I don't condemn using such vulgar words to insult someone). The ending "-ita" means "little" so the word would really translate into "pansy" or "fairy," much more innocent words.
Hombre rubio- The word literally means "blond man."
Guapo- Handsome
Débil- Weak
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Lenora Jime- Yes, I totally agree. Yzak does look manly at least in my opinion :) Plus don't you think his tattoo matches his temper?
IgNighted- Thank you for reviewing! Hahaha yes, I'm going to expand their time in the tattoo parlor in the next chapter :)
animeboy-12- Thank you for reviewing! Yes, I mentioned earlier in the first chapter that this story was inspired by The Hangovers :D
Maria-Reynne- Can't spoil the ending girl! Hehe, you see in the future chapter, not next, but soon :D
Blackberrymint- Haha! Yes, poor Yzak! Girrrllllaaa it's like you've read my mind! It all happens in the next chapter!