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I'm back! This fic was not let stay a oneshot, so I'm going to continue it. Hope y'all enjoy chapter three! And thanks to the reviewers!
I'll never see him again. I'll never get to hold him. I surrendered for him, so I could find my way back to him. Well, I guess now I don't have to worry about his pain. But he'll never get the chance to heal. He died crying inside, ripped and shattered almost beyond repair. A shadow of the person he could have been. A shadow that acted strong, but was really so heart-breakingly innocent. A shell I longed to hold. A boy whose pain I wanted to ease. And I'll never get the chance now. Never! And this ship and Strike's pilot are behind it. And now I have to live in the same space as these people.
Dearka's hands twitched in their bonds. He could have taken death, he probably should have taken death. But there had been a chance for the younger pilot when he'd surrendered, there was still a chance. Athrun was too stubborn to die, of course he was. He'd timed it, he'd gotten out, of course he had!
But, then again, if he had gotten out, where did that leave him? Lying half dead on a beach somewhere? With a shattered, barely alive body to match his heart? No, maybe he was better off dead. Maybe he really was at peace, and not suffering daily.
The opening of the door startled him. The young girl now standing in the room glared at him, ocean blue eyes filling with tears. He raised his eyebrows. She was crying. She was here, safe on her ship, with most of her enemies dead, one captive, and she had the nerve to stand in front of him crying!
'What? Did your little natural boyfriend die or something?' he asked, sarcasticly.
Mine is dead too. Although he never let me hold him, I know he cared for me. And guess what, honey, you're safe and sound on your little ship with all your pathetic little natural friends to comfort you! Who have I got? No-one! Because your little boyfriend and his help took them all away from me and landed me in this hellhole. So don't cry in front of me. When I actually start to care about your boyfriend, I'll let you know.
He jumped into sitting position as the knife embedded itself in the pillow. He stared at it in shock. She wasted no time in lunging again and the knife slashed across his forehead and knocked him to the floor. Shouts sounded above his head.
'No! Kira and Tolle are dead, so why does he get to live? Why's he even here?' He stared at her. "It won't make Kira listen!" So this Kira she cared about so much had been the one to destroy and kill his love? Did she know? Ha! Hardly likely! And even if she did, she obviously didn't care. His eyes travelled over to the girl who'd just entered the room. He found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
She definitely looked ready to kill him. And there was really no point in arguing with a bullet. She would send him to Athrun. And he could be with him again. He could be with his love again, and this time he wouldn't have to worry about either of them dying. This time, they'd be safe and maybe this time Athrun would smile.
When the bitch who'd made to kill him with the knife jumped in front of him, shielding him from the gun, his heart sank. I guess I'm not joining you yet, my love. Wait a little longer, I'm sure they'll kill me in Alaska. Soon my love. Soon.
So? Drop me a review, please. This was set during ep 32. Hope y'all enjoyed!