A/N- Written on request for fai chan who asked for a Cagalli/Athrun drabble.


Fuck! My arm! Athrun had never actually shot before, and the experience was maddeningly painful.

The enemy was young, with a delicateness that was bewildering for a soldier.

But he still shot me!

The enemy was moving toward the gun...

And he lunged, pinned his opponent down. Even shot, Athrun was still a Coordinator, after all. He raised the knife, ready to plunge it down-

And he-no, that was too much of an alto- she, screamed.

Athrun's arm froze, his eyes widened as he stared into scared amber orbs.

She was panting, sweating, but defiant.

Athrun swallowed, hard.

She's beautiful.