A/N: Personally, I didn’t like Fllay at first. In fact, I was downright pissed whenever she appeared on-screen and I was always all “Get your hands off Kira, you manipulative biatch!” –sweatdrops- But then later on, I realized that if a lot of people despised her that much, then she must have been a well-written character right? I mean, there are the characters people love (in my case, for example, I absolutely adore Lacus), and the characters most people love to hate (i.e.: Fllay). And I came to appreciate Fllay’s character because her characterization is strong enough to elicit that strong an emotion from me. Thus, I don’t necessarily like Fllay in the way I like Lacus, but I like her, nonetheless, enough to write this fic about her.

Puppeteer

You are going to die.

Die fighting. Die protecting me. You’ll die inside the cockpit of that vile weapon, surrounded in crimson flames, with the agonizing, unbearable pain—no, not just physical pain, but one far severe than that, one that is beyond the tangible.

It is the pain from failing to protect the people you care for, the pain that gnaws at your fragile heart, destroying you bit by bit, torturing your soul, slowly, achingly, beautifully.

You failed to save my father, one of the few people I really, truly loved. Do you know how that feels?! To lose the one you hold closest to your heart?! The one person you respected and cherished and treasured so dearly, gone… never to return… never…

And all because you didn’t fight! You didn’t do your best, you worthless coordinator! It’s your fault… Your fault!

But, no matter… You won’t hold back anymore. You’ll do your best from now on, because you don’t want to experience the pain I feel.

Why? Because you love me.

That’s right; you love me. Didn’t you want to return to the Archangel when you heard I was staying? Didn’t you like how I kissed you? Didn’t you love those long, dark nights when my body was all yours, all yours for the taking? Wouldn’t you do anything for me?

Then, I want you to die for me.

You don’t want to lose me, do you? Because I’m the person closest to your heart now. You don’t want to feel the pain I felt when I lost my father.

So you’ll protect me. You will fight to protect me. And you will die doing so.

That’s right; you are going to die.

That’s the only way I can forgive you.

Kill them! Kill all your vile, fellow coordinators. Paint the battlefield with beautiful, scarlet hues. And then, die.

So what if we’re not together now. So what if you broke up with me. I know you love me. You love me. You have to. What will happen to my revenge if you don’t love me anymore? Who will you protect now? Who will you fight for, die for?

You. Love. Me.

You love me because I am the reason you fight, the sole reason you have for killing your fellow coordinators, you traitor to your own nation. I managed to manipulate you so triumphantly; I was able to take you this far. I have driven you to struggle, and fight, and kill.

I am Fllay Alster, the great puppeteer! And you love me.

What do you mean, do I love you? Of course I love you Kira. I love you with a fiery, passionate vengeance.

I love you with all the hatred I have for you.

Hah! How foolish of you to think that I love you. Do you truly think I worry about you whenever you launch into battle? Did you honestly think I cared when you left without talking to me first? Why didn’t you want to listen to me, anyway?! Is it because you thought I was going to cry? You thought I was going to cling onto you and beg you not to go into battle because of the dangers you might face?

Don’t make me laugh! Why would I love you?! You are just my puppet! You are just my instrument to get revenge on the animals that killed my father! I can’t love you; that’s not possible!

Because you are going to die.

Kira, you fool…

Who cares about you? I certainly don’t. Fine, go into battle. Fight those wretched mobile suits. Die trying to. And when you die, see if I would shed even a single, salt tear for the coordinator who protected the Archangel, the boy who protected me.

Go ahead and die. That’s what I wanted anyway. That’s right; I mustn’t forget: it is what I have always wanted since the day my father died…

I don’t love you, Kira.

I don’t love you.

Because… you are going to die…

END

A/N: Right; I do believe Fllay realized that she loved Kira soon after Kira broke up with her, so yeah. Hope that was clear in the ending I made.