A/N-Written on request for k yamato, who requested Athrun/Cagalli and the theme "Ice Cream".

Athrun Zala was a man of impressive fortitude. He had survived a self-detonation, being shot, and many other scrapes and situations that could have left a lesser man six feet under. He had fought against odds that were simply unbelievable and come out on top.

But this was just unbearable. Unacceptable.

His hands shook with rage, his muscles tensed with coursing, righteous fury.

His normally calm, quiet voice roared out. Within moments, the blonde culprit appeared.

"What's the problem, Athrun?" she asked, arching a single eyebrow.

Athrun breathed slowly, calming himself down somewhat.

"Where has the rum ice cream gone?"