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.
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't really have time to re-read and re-edit things.
Hollywood Movie Star
The flames blew around hazardously, greedily devouring the walls of the once majestic house. Pictures burned and parts of the ceiling fell to the ground. Miriallia winced when one fell down especially close to her.
Her face was streaked with ash and her breathing was becoming labored. The fire had started out of nowhere and in the midst of escaping, the bookcase had fallen on top of her. The lower half of her body was stuck, leaving her trapped in the middle of the blazing inferno.
Gods, was this how it was going to end?
Alone, miserable, and in pain.... surrounded by this unbearable heat?
Miriallia shook her head furiously.
No! She refused to sit around and let it all end. She would fight tooth and nail before she allowed death to come even near her. She had too much to live for, too many people she loved and wanted to spend more time with...
...and after finally getting back together with that fool Dearka Elsman, she would be damned before she gave up her life so easily.
But still... the pain on the lower half of her body was maddening and was threatening to drain the meager will-power she had left. The smoke and the flames didn’t help as they inched closer to her helpless body. No matter how hard she struggled, the bookcase wouldn’t budge.
It made her tear up unwillingly and at that moment, terror struck her. She didn’t want to die here!
Then she heard it, a faint voice calling out her name from afar. A familiar voice...
“Miriallia!” Dearka roared over the flames, jumping over the burning beam that had fallen from the wall. He ignored the encroaching fire threatening to burn him, his heart beating fast at the sight of her on the floor half buried. “Shit!”
“D-Dearka?” she coughed, growing dizzy by the lack of oxygen. His blonde hair clung to his skin, obviously having become wet after he had drenched himself with water in order to enter the burning house. He was still in his uniform, too much in a hurry to change into a flame-proof suit.
The sound of her weak voice revived and killed him all over again. She was alive! But she needed medical attention fast. It was times like this he cursed the fact that Naturals were so delicate. He just never knew if she could make it or not with any sort of injury! Trying to quell the panic and fear inside, he immediately went to work. “Hang on, I’ll get you out of there!”
Bending down, he easily threw off the metal bookshelf with his Coordinator strength. He growled angrily at the sight of her bloodied legs, having become cut by the debris and the metal edges of the bookshelf. Dearka reached down and hoisted her up bridal style, keeping her close as he then began to run through the crumbling building.
And held in his protective grasp, Miriallia felt the tension in her body float away.
Even though they were still inside of the burning house, she couldn’t help but feel so safe and secure...
...to the point that she grinned at the thought of how Dearka’s search and rescue could easily put any old romantic Hollywood movie to shame.
::owari::
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