Gundam SEED: Space Divided

Chapter 2: Foresight

Kira rested against the wall of the main hall next to the front door. He stroked his fringe back and looked at the butler directly in the eyes. Burning to reveal his uneasiness the old butler locked a concerned stare with him. He gazed at the oppressed violet orbs. Kira dropped his sight to the floor.

"Did you find anything?" asked Kira.

The bulter rubbed his wrinkled chin itching to re-call the information he had gathered.

"Jean Splice," he answer. "A bar for thugs and their ilk. Since it's considered a dangerous place it becomes the perfect location for secret meetings in public."

Kira stiffened out of his relaxed state.

"You... you have no intentions of going there? Do you, Master Kira?" asked the bulter with concern.

Kira arised to return the stare. Giving that "it cant be helped" look. Reaching into his fine black jacket he produced a small firearm in the shape of a P228. Kira's stare corrected itself to a glance of amazement.

"She is a princess. Even the butler must be able to fight to defend her!"

"Butler-san..."

He offered it with a slight smile. Kira took it swiftly and concealed the weapon.

"Thank you, Butler-san."

The butler straightened his scarlet red tie then smiled.

"I wish you a safe journey, Master Kira."

The chill disturbed the flashback...

Shadows swiftly passed down the path on a chilly midnight. Silent as death Kira dashed through the gloomy streets. Kira didn't want to be seen or heard by anyone or anything. He didnt know how dangerous Plant was at night so he was taking no chances. He started to think about the pink princess. Over the last few weeks their relationship from strangers had evolved into so much more. The pink haired beauty had made small hints but Kira was playing dumb. The thought of being her boyfriend filled him with a distracting bliss. Spending everyday in her garden, drinking tea, talking, staring at the sunset, hugging... Kira burst into a fluster of red at the thought of that. Never had he felt this way before.

"Kira..."

The voice of Fllay in his mind brought him back to reality.

"Hey! Punk!" called a thug-like and brutish voice.

Kira shook his head and saw teenagers smoking under a lampost. They wore baggy trousers and hoddies displaying piercing on the chin and nose. They approached Kira.

"I have nothing to say to you. I'm going..." Kira announced.

One of the teenagers wrapped his arm around Kira's shoulder. He blew a puff of smoke into Kira's face then threw the cancer stick to the floor.

"Yer see, man. My mom be all sick and we are raisin' some cash ta get her better. Ya'know what I'm saying?"

Kira's eye twitched a little.

"Wanna help my mates mom? Give a bit of cash to help her get well, huh?" asked the other teen who was now standing directly infront of Kira.

Kira reached into his pocket and produced an average sum of credits.

"Here..." he offered.

The two teenagers smiled.

"Thanks man! Really respect ya!" said the thug with his arm wrapped around him.

"Respect! Where ya headin' to anyways?" asked the other.

"The Jean Splice bar," Kira replied.

They looked at each other.

"Do you know where it is?" pressed Kira.

"Take the alley next ta tha' shops on the end of the street block," they explained.

The Jean Splice was defently as the butler described it. Flaming steel bins scattered the out-skirts of the small converted building. Bums and drunks sat around their camp-fires drinking into their endless despair. Bear-like men haunted the outside in gangs displaying their weaponary on their belts so proudly. Kira felt ill.

He walked slowly towards the bar. It was a lone construct which looked like an old school or orphange. Thugs stared at him as he walked into the door. All giving the same blank expression. The inside was no better. The bar was flooded with thugs and ruffians occupying stools and battered tables. Kira's boots stuck to the sticky and goo covered floor. He didn't want to know what disgusting mixture made the gunk that stuck to the bottom of his boots. He swam through the crowd of big sweaty, leather jacket wearing men to get to the bar.

A rugged man stood at the bar cleaning the dirty glasses (which didnt seem to be making any improvement) and watched the television above the counter. He turned an eye to the unfamiliar guest.

"How old are ya, lad?" he asked bluntly.

Kira didnt show uneasiness.

"Eighteen" he answered firmly.

The rugged man shrugged.

"What can'na do for ya?"

Kira leaned on the bar slowly angling closer to the bartender.

"Information," Kira replied.

The rugged man raised an eye-brow. He then looked across the bar.

"HEY! Bubba! Get over 'ere!" called the bartender.

Everyone here was physically large and imposing, so was this guy. A muscular man came over next to Kira. Bald, big and bold. He wore torn jeans and a stained and sweaty white tank top. He was taller than Kira, much taller.

"Want somethin' boss?" he growled.

"This lad wants information..." he replied with a smirk.

It looked like Bubba was about to explode.

"Punk! Snooping around my bar are you! I'll crush your skull!" he roared.

Kira backed off. He put his hand into his coat pocket about to reveal his small firearm. He decided against that action.

"Please stay calm. I mean no harm intentions!"

The surrounding audience let out a few cheers and laughs.

Bubba came in hard with a right swing followed by a left. Kira went into a rhymic dance evading and parrying off the savage assault. A reckless and heavy swing came in! Kira dodged with a duck. The sheer weight of the punch put the barbaric Bubba off-balance. Kira delievered a swift fist to the gut.

"Ha!" taunted Bubba.

The attack had no affect. Kira darted back into a defensive stance keeping a slight distance from his oppenent.

He tried to reason. "Please stop this madness!"

Bubba was already screaming his battle-cry and he charged in!

"Kira! Where are you, Kira! No.. Stay back! Please! Kira!"

Mental images hit Kira's mind of Lacus suffering a horrible fate because of him.

"I... will return..." he muttered.

The seed shattered.

Kira's reactions accelerated. He launched himself knee first into the reckless attackers face. Bubba tried to absorb the vicious counter-attack. The sheer force, speed and power over-whelmed him toppling him like a building. Kira flew over the falling giant landing safely infront of his head. Blasts of agony and pain sent an impact to Bubba's senses. He's tried to get up but quickly found himself on the floor again.

"If you get up you'll be kissing the floor again. I repeat, cease your assault!" Kira threatened.

Bubba smirked.

"Punk-ass... kid!"

He launched himself from the floor with his arms putting a powerful force of momentuem into his recovery. Momentuem guided his attack directing its crash course back into the solid wooden floor.

"You cannot win, not when I am like this," Kira explained.

Waterfalls of blood rushed down Bubba's nostrols covering his lower face. He disturbed its flow with his hand.

"What da ya' want kid?" he asked in a low-tone voice.

"Information."

Kira sat at the table calmly. He was surrounded by thugs, gangsters and ruffians. Bubba sat opposite him.

Kira had explained a friend of his was the target of a recent assassin and was told this would be the best place to find information their ilk. Bubba didn't want to feel that knee again.

"Recent jobs, eh?" Bubba questioned.

Kira nodded.

Bubba dabbed the end of his broken nose with some tissue.

"Been ah cult 'round yer. Wanna rid tha' world of the Naturals."

Bubba paused.

"Word says that ah big threat is troubling the organization. Heh, if those guys are worried about something then it mus' be ah pretty damn big threat!"

"Who are they? These people?" asked Kira.

Bubba scratched his head in apology.

"No idea, kid. They gotsa nickname though. 'Truesight' is what they call 'emselves."

"Truesight..." Kira wondered.

Bubba looked at Kira.

"I like ya kid. Yer be ah strong lad fer yer age. I'll tell ya ah little secret."

Kira listened.

"There be this little shop ah few blocks from yer. Ah see some 'Truesight' lads go in an' out. Ya' might wanna check it out."

Kira nodded.

"Thank you."

Bubba roared a friendly chuckle.

"Come back fer a rematch in the future... punk!" he chuckled.

The crowd started to laugh along giving friendly nudges to Kira and rubbing their greasy hands in his hair. They showed this one respect. The one who took down Bubba.

Kira prowled the streets once again. He starred at the spiral core of plant and began to think.

"Truesight, huh?" Kira pondered aloud.

Next Chapter! "Side-tracked" on Gundam Seed: Space Divided! "Who will survive?"

Thanks for reading this installment of my latest chapter of Space Divided. Its very, very late I know... but I 've been caught up in work recently haven't really had the right head to write. This was kinda short compared to chapter 1 but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Another cliff-hanger type ending, sorry guys ;) but I promise some Lacus + Kira scenes in the next chapter. Until then... Ja ne :)