Wedding Ring Blues - 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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Wedding Ring Blues

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“I don’t know about this,” Miriallia said, warily eyeing the ring Kira handed to her. The brown haired boy looked at her pleadingly, pressing his hands together and putting it in front of him.

“I’m sorry, Mir, but I really don’t know the size of Lacus’s finger and it’s awkward to ask Athrun about it.” Kira explained with an apologetic smile. “I heard that your fingers are exactly like hers so you’re my only hope without things getting messy.”

Miriallia really doubted that her fingers were anywhere near like the slender fingers of the pink-haired princess. Still, it didn’t look like Kira was going to budge. Gods, she better win the ‘best friend award’ for this. With a heavy sigh, she took jewelry from him. And she had to admit that it was gorgeous, resembling a diamond bypass style engagement ring.

...it also looked really pricy.

Hoping nothing would go wrong, Miriallia slipped the ring on. It was a snug fit, but seemed to fit her finger perfectly.

“It fits,” she said, holding her hand up for Kira to see.

He perked up. “That’s great!”

“Yeah, I’m sure Lacus will love it.” she said with a smile, though inside, she knew Lacus would love anything Kira would give her. Even a plastic ring would have made her produce the biggest of all smiles.

“I really hope so, Mir,” Kira said, eyeing the diamond on Miriallia’s finger fondly. He wanted everything to go perfectly and now that he knew the ring would fit, the only problems in his agenda was how he would present it... and what Lacus’s response would be.

“Okay, now let me just-,” Miriallia wiggled the ring around only to freeze. “I... uh...”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, getting a sinking feeling when he saw the look on Miriallia’s face.

She quickly whirled around from him and all he could see were her arms moving around frantically. There were small sounds of pain and a hint of desperation coming from her as she continued to struggle with something.

“Miriallia?” he asked carefully and Miriallia slowly turned around, her face completely pale as she slowly lifted her hand again to Kira.

“I can’t get the ring off.”

Kira could have fainted just there. Instead, he stared at her dumbly for a few good seconds before yelping. “What?”

“I can’t get it off!” Miriallia said in a panic, twisting the ring around her reddening finger for Kira to see. He grabbed her hand and tugged at the ring, only to quickly stop when she yelped out in pain.

“Sorry,” he rushed, pulling away.

“It’s okay,” she said with a wince. “But what are we going to do? Weren’t you planning on proposing today since its Lacus’s birthday?”

“The ring was custom made so I can’t get another one,” Kira waved his hand around, looking frustrated and frantic. “I guess... I guess I won’t be able to do it today.”

“No!” Miriallia yelled, grabbing Kira by the shoulders. Kira and Lacus had spent years together with an awkward sort of courtship going on. If he didn’t seize the day today, who knows when it would actually happen? Not to mention, knowing how pessimistic Kira has become due to the war, he might actually see this as an omen that they shouldn’t marry.

And Miriallia refused to let Kira prevent himself from gaining happiness!

“You are going to propose to Lacus Clyne today, she is going to say yes, and the two of you will have a bunch of cute little Coordinator babies and I will be their loving Natural aunt who will spoil them rotten! Is that clear, Kira Yamato?” Miriallia yelled, shaking him for emphasis.

“R-Right,” he agreed mechanically, his mind completely going blank at the mere mention of kids. “But how will we get the ring off? The party’s in a few hours.”

“Isn’t there... isn’t there some kind of lubricant we can use to get the ring off? Like butter o-or oil?” Miriallia’s head shot up quickly at that. “Baby oil! Cagalli has some in her room. She uses it to wipe her make-up off.”

Kira gave her a weird look. “Cagalli wears make-up?”

Miriallia laughed nervously. Honestly speaking, the blonde haired princess was feeling a little insecure about a certain Coordinator’s attraction to her and had wanted to try and pretty herself up. Unfortunately, she was very bad at using such beauty products and had snared Lacus and Miriallia into helping her... though Miriallia wasn’t all that good herself in that department.

“Never mind about that, just hurry and-eep!” the door swung open and Athrun entered the room. He paused when he saw Kira and Miriallia looking at him nervously and then narrowed his eyes.

“What are you two up to?”

“N-Nothing,” Kira stammered, standing in front of Miriallia. Oh gods, out of all people, why did it have to be Athrun coming into the room? Athrun was his best friend and the navy haired Coordinator already knew Kira wanted to marry Lacus eventually... but this was too sudden and he wanted to keep his plans a secret!

“Right,” Athrun said unconvinced. “Well, whatever you two may be up to, I need Miriallia right now.”

“Eh? What for?” Kira asked before he heard Miriallia slap herself on the forehead.

“Of course, I’m doing a spread about Cagalli for the magazine I’m working for.” Miriallia explained, having completely forgotten about it when Kira had taken her into the other room to talk about the ring. But now this was really bad. Cagalli and Athrun were both the inquisitive types and would no doubt bother her to death about the ring... and she knew Kira wanted the whole proposal thing to be a surprise. “Since Cagalli is busy with work, I had to beg for a piece of her time and the only time was while setting up for Lacus’s birthday.”

“So you can’t reschedule?” Kira asked in horror.

“It took weeks for her to finally find some time,” Miriallia ran her hand through her hair frantically and stiffened when she saw Athrun’s eyes immediately zero in on her fingers. She quickly pulled her hand down and behind her back. “E-Erm, maybe rescheduling is a good idea.”

“And wait months until Cagalli’s free again?” Athrun asked, a smirk growing on his face.

“Well if Miriallia is fine with it t-then-,” Kira said with a nervous chuckle when Athrun gently grabbed Miriallia by the shoulders, guiding her to the door.

“Now, now, Cagalli is a busy woman. You wouldn’t want to force her to reschedule just because of personal problems, now would you?”

“Wait Athrun!” Kira yelled when Miriallia tilted her head.

“I’ll be fine Kira, just... get the thing.” She said through gritted teeth. Fine, she’ll try and hide the ring. Fortunately, she was right-handed, so maybe they wouldn’t notice since she would be taking notes with her right hand.

The door closed behind her and now it was just her and Athrun in the long hallway. She had hoped it would be a walk with just silence when he, of course, broke it with an inquisitive voice. “If I may ask, what is this thing you two are talking about?”

Miriallia laughed tensely, her voice cracking at some point. “Haha, it’s nothing, nothing at all. How have you been Athrun?”

“You and I talked just a few hours ago so you should know,” he said with unhidden amusement.

“R-Right,” of course, dumb Mir! He was the first one to greet her when she had arrived at Cagalli’s mansion.

“You do know I’m going to figure it out eventually,” he continued and Miriallia almost jumped at the conspiring tone. In fact, she did jump when Athrun suddenly grabbed her left wrist, lifting it up for both to see. “And I think I have a very good idea about what’s going on.”

The traitorous diamond shined brilliantly under the hallway light.

“This ring?” Miriallia asked before forcing out a laugh. “It’s nothing. Just a little... uh... piece of jewelry of mine?”

“Placed on a very symbolic finger?” he arched an eyebrow.

“Erm... I...”

“I don’t see why you’re keeping it a secret. It’s nothing to be shy about.” Athrun said gently and suddenly, a chill went down Miriallia’s spine. She had a bad feeling about this. “I suppose I get that you and Dearka wanted to keep it surprise-.”

Miriallia stared at him.

What?

“-and I admit, I had no idea he was planning to propose to you out of nowhere, but I don’t understand why you’re so nervous about me finding out about it. Do you think you and Dearka are moving too fast?”

What?!

“I... I...” caught speechless, Miriallia could only gap at Athrun who, again, misunderstood her reaction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret and be surprised with all the others when the news comes out. There’s just one person I can’t keep a secret to.” he said, approaching a nearby door and Miriallia immediately understood what he meant.

“Athrun, wait-!”

The door swung open and Athrun ran inside, yelling. “Cagalli, Miriallia and Dearka are getting married!”

There was a loud shatter as a tea cup fell onto the ground. But alas, it wasn’t Cagalli who had dropped the cup. It was the one sitting in front of her.

Miriallia really wanted to just get sucked into a black hole when she recognized a familiar silver haired pilot sitting on one of the chairs, his fingers still in pose of holding a tea cup while his jaw was slacked. His eyes were wide open before he leaped to his feet, letting out an ear-splitting yell. “What?!”

“Yzak,” Athrun said in surprise, taking a step back.

“Is it true?” Cagalli squealed, rushing past a frozen Yzak to grab Miriallia left hand. She lifted it up and cheered happily, pulling Miriallia in for a hug. “Congratulations! I didn’t think the idiot had the guts to propose to you.”

“W-Wait,” Miriallia said with an awkward laugh. This was all happening so fast! And why was Yzak here in the first place? He should be in space right now! “You have it all-.”

“The bastard was planning to propose and he didn’t tell me?” Yzak yelled darkly and Athrun chuckled.

“Don’t be so annoyed. He took us all by surprise.”

“Wow, the ring’s fancy too,” Cagalli remarked and winked at Miriallia. “Should have known that fashion conscious guy would get something nice like this.”

“That explains why the idiot’s been moody lately,” Yzak grumbled, crossing his arms. Instead of doing his job, Dearka had been slacking off, disappearing and leaving behind paperwork Yzak had to deal with instead! They were friends for sure, but the silver haired man was really tired of covering for his butt. Still, with a sigh, he nodded at Miriallia. “Congratulations.”

At least he had chosen right.

Even if Miriallia was a Natural, he approved of her.

“Thanks,” Miriallia said automatically, trapped by the flow of the atmosphere. Then, she shook her head wildly. That wasn’t what she meant! This was all now really getting out of control. “You guys, listen to me, I-eep.”

Strong arms wrapped around her and a face nuzzled into her neck. A familiar scent pervaded her senses and her wired nerves automatically relaxed. “Missed you, Mir.”

“Dearka,” Miriallia breathed out. She hadn’t seen him in weeks! Ecstatic to have him back, she was about to hug him when Athrun spoke up, making her remember the fiasco she was caught in.

“Congratulations, man. I have to admit, I had no idea what you were planning.”

“You could have let me in on it though,” Yzak said sourly. “I wouldn’t have been busting your ass with work so much if I had known.”

“Stop pouting, Yzak,” Cagalli said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not pouting!” he yelled.

“Sulking then,” Athrun said with a grin.

Dearka looked at them completely puzzled, pulling away from Miriallia who, by now, was covering her face with her palm. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Stop playing coy,” Cagalli said with a punch to his arm.

“No, really, I have no idea what you guys are talking about.”

Cagalli lifted Miriallia’s hand to Dearka. “Your engagement to Miriallia, of course, you idiot. Are you so trapped in cloud-nine that you think it’s just a dream?”

Dearka stared at Miriallia’s hand before shoving Cagalli’s hand off it, clutching onto Miriallia’s wrist tightly while his amethyst eyes stared in confusion and shock, a frown clearly on his face. “Engagement ring? What engagement ring? I never-.”

“I found the baby oil!” Kira yelled, bursting into the room. His eyes then took in the people with Miriallia and the bottle promptly fell from his hands. “W-What’s everyone doing here?”

“Argh, I give up!” Miriallia threw her hands in the air and gasped when the ring slipped off her finger. Oh now it decided it wanted to get off of her! Perfect timing! Argh! She caught the damn thing and dumped it on Kira’s hand. “Here!”

“Wait, Mir-!” Kira said, looking at the ring and then at Miriallia’s disappearing figure. Before he could chase after her, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder. “Dearka?”

“I’ll go after her.” The taller Coordinator murmured before leaving.

Kira stood there for a brief moment when another hand grabbed him by the shoulder. Turning around, he stiffened at Cagalli’s eyes glowing with anger.

“Ki-ra,” she drawled slowly before yelling loudly. “What the hell is going on?!”

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Dearka found Miriallia outside the balcony, her form leaning against the rail as she stared out into the city. He approached her quietly in case she decided to run and made enough noise to announce his presence once he was too close for her to escape. Her shoulders tensed, but she didn’t move, her gaze still outward. He leaned against the rail next to her, pressing his shoulder against hers.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Fine,” she mumbled before she sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Sorry about that...”

“What was that all about anyways?”

“Erm... let’s just say Kira needed me to try on a ring for him and it caused a bit of a misunderstanding with the others.” Miriallia said evasively, feeling a headache start all over again just trying to remember what happened.

“Let me guess, he wanted to propose to Lacus?”

She laughed. It was all too obvious. “More or less.”

“So why all the pouting?” he asked, poking her on the cheek.

“Embarrassment?” she tried weakly, but Dearka merely pressed his forehead against her, his eyes staring right at her. Her gaze turned to the side, unable to handle the intensity of his eyes on her. “I... I didn’t want you of all people to get caught in the misunderstanding. L-Like what if you thought I was making up lies to pressure you or-.”

Dearka snorted, almost rolling his eyes. “Like you would ever do that.”

“Of course not!” she yelled hotly. “Why would I ever try-?”

“So why are you so worried?”

“Oh shut up, I wasn’t thinking.” Miriallia pulled away, crossing her arms and looking away with an angry pout. Dearka grinned. It was rare for Miriallia to act like this around him, which was a shame since she was so cute when she was like this.

Miriallia let out a loud squeak when Dearka suddenly grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up into the air. “D-Dearka!”

“Do you want to get married?” he inquired teasingly.

“This better not be your idea of a proposal.” She said warningly with a glower, though her heart skipped a beat at the question.

“Nah,” Dearka said with a grin as he slowly lowered her towards him, their eyes locked on one another. “You know me. I’d make it as flashy as possible and make sure the entire world knows that you’re mine.”

“Idiot,” Miriallia said fondly, her sapphire eyes gleaming with amusement as she leaned forward to give him a kiss to seal the unspoken promise.

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::owari::

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AU: So many plot holes, like why didn’t Kira think of asking Miriallia to check the ring BEFORE the day of the proposal or like when he got the ring? That would have saved some headache. Then there’s the whole interview thing. There’s a lot more that I noticed while writing, but I don’t care. This is written. It is done. That is that. And I like it... I guess. xD hope you guys do too.