I don't own any Gundam Seed or any of it's characters.... which makes me sad since so many characters with so much potential weren't fully developed! OTL
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't really have time to re-read and re-edit things.
Prequel: Bittersweet
Sequel: Reunion
::owari::
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't really have time to re-read and re-edit things.
Prequel: Bittersweet
Sequel: Reunion
"What was that for?"
With a loud squeak, Miriallia stumbled forward until she landed on the bed. Regaining her bearings, she turned around and would have normally glared angrily at the man in front of her if he wasn’t giving her a fierce glower himself. The normally relaxed playful Coordinator was sporting one of the angriest scowls she had ever seen and for the first time in her life, it seemed to be aimed at her.
Still, she stubbornly resisted him. “What was that for?”
“Are you crazy?” he demanded in a low, tightly controlled voice.
She looked away, unwilling to stare into those intense amethyst colored eyes glowing with emotions. However, she was given no chance to escape. Dearka cupped her chin and pulled her face back, forcing her to gaze into his eyes.
“Miriallia, you of all people know just how dangerous it is right now for people, especially a Natural like you, to be wandering around so close to a Zaft base.” He spoke slowly, though whether it was so that she could hear each and every syllable he spoke or him trying to maintain control over his emotions, she didn’t know.
In fact, she didn’t really care either. Miriallia angrily pushed against his chest, managing to at least pull her face away from his grasp. However, he wasn’t willing to let her go.
Not just yet.
“Does it look like I care what you think? Because if I remember correctly, you’re the one who didn’t care what it was that I cared about!” she snapped, struggling against his tight grip. He probably wasn’t even using his full strength, but she would try to give him at least some sort of fight.
Dearka gritted his teeth, forcing himself to not accidentally break her slender wrist as he tried to subdue her. This woman was so delicate, even if she’d never admit it herself... did she truly understand what would happen if Zaft officials noticed her snooping around and imprisoned her?
Finally he had her pinned down on the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge, but she was given no chance to kick him as he had nestled himself in between them. Their fingers were knitted together as he kept her hands beside her head. And despite how defenseless she was before him, her beautiful sapphire eyes were turned to the side, still refusing to look at him.
His eyes softened at the sight of her so vulnerable and yet so strong. Unable to resist temptation, he leaned forward and pressed his head against her neck. How long has it been since he was this close to her?
She stiffened beneath him. “Don’t get any ideas, you jerk.”
“Look... I’m sorry I wasn’t as understanding as I should’ve been when you decided to become a photojournalist,” he began quietly. “I know... how hard it must’ve been for you... to keep hearing me spout nonsense, especially since I’ve been so selfish...”
She remained quiet.
Damn right he was selfish... he had hurt her when he refused to see her side of the story. Dearka would often revert to his playful side in order to smooth down her anger, but when it involved her desire to be a journalist, not even his sweet side could get her to give in. That should have been his clue on how serious she was about this.
And yet he had allowed their fights to drag on, refusing to take notice of what it was she wanted to do. How she wanted to capture the horror of this war with her photos, to somehow reach out to people –both Coordinators and Naturals alike– in order to show what a pointless and foolish war they were in.
He had hurt her, especially since she had been so understanding when he had returned to the military despite her fears...
Even if he was to apologize right now, she refused to listen. Her anger had yet to abate and she knew he knew this... so why the hell was he spouting this crap right now? It was too early for apologies and attempts to get back together, especially with the restarting of this stupid war.
“But please Miriallia,” she could almost hear the pleading in his voice. “Stop being so reckless. I... I can’t stop you from doing what you want... but at least be safe when you do your job.”
If his hands weren’t holding her down and if she still wasn’t so bitter towards him, she would have wrapped her arms around him and run her fingers through his hair... like old times. The feel of his hard body on top of her brought forth comforting memories of the time when they were together. Soon, she found herself relaxing underneath him while he nuzzled into her pulse.
“I said don’t get any ideas, you jerk,” she repeated though this time, it came out in a quiet murmur, lacking the venom from before. An inner-turmoil was quickly causing destruction in her mind. She couldn’t give into him right now, no matter how nice it felt to be in his arms again.
If she gave in right now, what would this mean in the future? She knew Dearka was in pain with their separation, but she was in pain as well. It was a hard lesson really. However, it was something Dearka needed to engrave deep within him.
She was his equal, be it race or gender. And this meant he needed to respect her wishes, even if it caused him fear or pain.
And besides, the renewal of the war meant that this was no time for them to get back together anyways...
Miriallia sighed. “I’ll... try to be careful. I can’t promise you anything.”
“Trying is good enough for me.” Dearka pulled back and neither of the two voiced out on how they already missed each other’s warmth. However, he refused to release their joined fingers and instead tightened his grip. “Just come back to me safe when this is all over.”
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