Served Your Purpose - DearkaxMiriallia

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.

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Served Your Purpose

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Was this the reason for his existence?

Had he served his purpose by doing this?

Reuniting two lost lovers like some fucking day time soap opera?

Amethyst eyes narrowed angrily at the sight of his Natural in the arms of that weak brown haired boy. The only thing that stopped him from storming up to them and tearing them apart was the fact that she would cry and get angry at him.

Unfortunately, his enhanced ears could almost hear everything they were saying and it was really testing his self-control

“...dangerous... total stranger!”

“Tolle... got it wrong... Dearka.... friend...”

A friend?

Did she really just tell that bastard that they were mere friends?

Dearka’s teeth clenched and his crossed arms tightened together. In agitation, his finger was tapping against his arm. How long was that bastard going to hold her like that? The fact that the brown haired bastard had his arms wrapped around her was getting on Dearka’s nerves.

Like hell they were just friends.

They were certainly more than something trivial like that.

She was his just as he was hers.

The moment she had showed him kindness, the moment he had decided to betray his own people, the moment he had comforted her when she had been in tears... it had bound them together, whether she had known it or not.

And just recently, it had been finality. Dearka had always seen Miriallia as his, but only recently had it became official by law.

Then that stupid time machine explosion had to happen, sending them back in time and into their younger bodies.

His sharp eyes glanced at the brown haired boy, Tolle, the one who had originally be Miriallia’s everything. As if he’d let that weakling rip Miriallia away from him. Hell, he wouldn’t even let Miriallia herself try to break away. She had made a promise with him and even if the stupid vows said it wasn’t until death, he wouldn’t even let death tear them apart.

“...don’t understand... love... together...”

Dearka tensed at those words being spoken in the same sentence. It didn’t help that Miriallia now had tears in her eyes.

“...understand... please... Tolle!”

Footsteps approached closer and Dearka didn’t move from his spot. He didn’t bother to hide the intensity of the glare when Tolle stopped in front of him and felt at least a small dosage of respect at how the weakling didn’t flinch. Even Yzak and Athrun had once commented about how when Dearka gave one of his icy glares, it was pretty unnerving.

“Who are you to Miriallia? And why have you, an elite Zaft soldier at that, decide to betray your own kind?” Tolle demanded. He didn’t have any prejudices against Coordinators, but this just didn’t add up. Where did this guy come from and why did he suddenly decide to join up with the Archangel, defecting with the Buster? What if he was trying to use Miriallia to make Kira give up on fighting them? It could be some sort of sinister plot to defeat them.

Dearka grabbed Miriallia, who had joined them with a forlorn look on her face. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close in order to give her some comfort. Dearka knew this must’ve been painful for her since Tolle had been dead for years for her. And now, after that freak accident, she was here with him again... and he was angry at her.

And past dead guy or not, Dearka couldn’t forgive anyone who made Miriallia sad.

“Dearka-.” She began in surprise.

“She’s mine.” The blonde haired Coordinator declared boldly.

“Y-Y-Yours?” Tolle choked out before angrily scowling. “She isn’t a thing you know!”

“I never said she was.” came the brusque reply. “Miriallia is mine just as much as I’m hers.”

Tolle could only stare in shock, unable to even get angry at how this boy was holding onto his girlfriend –ex-girlfriend actually...- so possessively like that. Where did he come off of saying stuff like that? Tolle had been with Miriallia for a long time and the two had never encountered someone like the blonde Coordinator. Where were these feelings coming from?

And why wasn’t Miriallia pulling away? She looked so comfortable in his hold and almost seemed like she was leaning against him for support, knowing that he would always be there to hold her up.

It had been a position Tolle had held not so long ago... what had changed?

The bitterness in Tolle’s face broke Miriallia’s heart and she wanted to reach out and touch him. However, Dearka’s hold kept her still and she didn’t have the strength to pull away.

It wasn’t like they had intended to change the past. And Miriallia knew Dearka enough that there was no way in hell he could play his past role of being part of the Zaft team that hunted down the Archangel, especially if she was in that ship.

But maybe this way, Tolle could survive. Maybe they would be able to make it so that the death of their friends wouldn’t happen this time around.

“I’m sorry Tolle,” she whispered and subconsciously held onto Dearka’s arm for comfort, the one wrapped around her. In the past, she would have run back to Tolle in a heartbeat... and while she still felt fondness for Tolle, her heart had moved on and it would be unfair to Dearka for her to suddenly change her mind just because Tolle reappeared in her life. The blonde Coordinator had been patiently waiting for her and she had finally responded. “I love Dearka.”

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::owari::

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AU: Haha, it's an idea I've been toying with... Miriallia and Dearka ending up in the past or Miriallia ending up in the past or just Dearka in the past. In this version, they're both in the past and Dearka isn't just going to sit around and let Miriallia get taken in by her old love... especially not after they married in the future.