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Title: Pillow Talk (Chapter 6)

Author: Tenohikari

Fandom: Gundam Seed Destiny

Pairing: Kira/Shinn (um... yay for non-existent pairings)

Rating: PG-13/R

Warning: A little AU-ish but there are spoilers for the series thus far and shounen ai/yaoi themed if you haven't gotten that from that pairing. Also the rating has gone up for this chapter for implied adult situations. Again, if this offends you in any way go BACK now.

Disclaimer: An old Chinese proverb once said that I don't own Gundam Seed.

UN-BETAD. WOE.

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Chapter Six

When Athrun returned to the infirmary room, he was surprised that Kira, their prisoner, was sitting up in bed. Which was odd because before he left, less than ten minutes ago, the brunette had pretended to be unconscious. What had happened?
As he approached his friend, the ZAFT pilot noted how flushed the other's face looked and worry crept into his features. What was wrong? Was Kira sick? Kira never got sick. Placing the try of food down on the bedside chair, he approached Kira and frowned at the lack of response to his arrival.
"Kira."
Upon hearing his name, the other coordinator awoke from his trance and looked up at his best friend. Kira stiffened upon feeling a warm hand press against his forehead. He flushed even more when Athrun leaned in and was reminded of another 'close' encounter, one that left him in a feverish state.
Shinn hadn't stayed long, but before he left, the pilot of the Impulse, had given him a rather nice goodbye. His lips were still tingling from where the other boy had boldly kissed him. Of all the things he had imagined his lover would do, it certainly wasn't that!
"Well you don't have a fever," Athrun remarked and pulled away. "What's the matter?"
Averting his violet eyes, Kira shrugged.
"Nothing."

Such an obvious lie. Athrun frowned and then remembering that there had been a different pair of guards at the door. Now that he looked at the other boy again, and noted some other changes. For instance, Kira's bottom lip looked bruised, like he had bitten down on it.
"What really happened?" he asked again, nodding toward Kira, eyes fixated on his mouth.
Blushing, the older boy's mind was racing for a suitable excuse. He opened mouth and wasn't at all surprised when nothing coherent came out. Instead he pulled absently on his restraints once again, and winced how his skin stung whenever the unforgiving metal of the handcuffs dug into it - which had happened quite often when Shinn had been in the room.
It wasn't long before Athrun took in the clues and pieced them all together. Fortunately for the brunette, he came up with the wrong conclusion. Then received a good whap on the back of the head.
"Ittai..." he moaned.
"You were trying to escape, weren't you?!"
Kira awkwardly tried to rub his injury while smiling sheepishly at Athrun, Wondering how his best friend would react to the truth. That he was in love with Athrun's subordinate, foolishly sneaking around right under his nose. Not only in cities that Minerva docked, but onboard the ship itself. His body and soul still yearned for Shinn, to break out of his restraints and take off to go find him. Their time together had been so short and fleeting. Shinn still hadn't forgiven him the deceit (not that Kira had been expecting him to that moment), but he didn't hate Kira for it.
No more apologies or explanations were given, they had simply spent their last few moments together in each other's embrace, sharing one long breath-taking kiss before parting. Though before Shinn had reluctantly stepped away, the brunette hadn't missed the hardened look of determination on his youthful face. Kira morbidly wondered if that was the same look Shinn had on when they had been enemies.
He shuddered and tried to pay more attention to Athrun who was still berating him, and prayed they wouldn't have to fight like that again.

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Ever since Athrun had returned with the pilot of Freedom, the crew of the Minerva couldn't stop talking about it. Sometimes in hushed voices from one person to another in walkways. Or broadcasted out loud to a crowd of people in a room, like Meyrin was doing right at the moment.
Being the only Combat Information Control Officer among the young group of soldiers, she eagerly relayed what had happened. Meyrin explained by doing a dead-on impersonation of Athrun, when he strode into the control room, calm and collected, and demanded to go out with the ZAKU warrior.

She didn't even fail to mention the relief in his voice when he announced his discovery over the radio.
Normally, Lunamaria would have chastised her little sister for assuming too much, that is if she hadn't already known about Athrun's feelings herself. It bothered her that there was so much he carried on his shoulders, and yet he didn't want to share the burden with anyone. But really, how could he expect them to trust him as a leader - to go to him for support, if he wouldn't do the same?
All of a sudden, the conversation had ceased Lunamaria turned her head to see the reason for the abrupt silence, step into the cafeteria. Immediately, Youlan and Vino start talking animatedly over one of (the fake) Lacus Clyne's recent concert. While Meyrin ducked her head down - somehow finding the bubbles in her diet soda to be fascinating.
Shinn may have most likely heard the whole 'Athrun' conversation, but he simply walked passed their table without burning someone with the snappish flare of his bad temper. When he returned, minutes later, with his breakfast in hand, he just sat beside Rey and began to eat quietly. It was odd really, since the first time their captain disciplined him, via a blow to the face; Shinn had been bad-mouthing him non-stop. Now, there was nothing but silence, and they were also a little bewildered by the humbled expression on his face.
What had happened? Lunamaria wondered. Had he talked to Athrun and resolved their differences? Sure it was a lot to hope for, but she couldn't help but be a little curious.
"Ne, Shinn?" she began hesitantly.
With a spoon of oatmeal halfway to his mouth, Shinn tiredly lifted his head to look at his teammate. He really hoped she wasn't planning on lecturing him again, or get him to try to reconcile with their commanding officer. Just thinking of Athrun caused him to grip the eating utensil in his hand, to the point where he actually felt the steel bend in his grip. If only he had the power to bend all things to his will, to keep his promises and make his wishes come true.
"What is it?" he asked finally, after relinquishing his hold on the now deformed looking spoon.
Altough Shinn was looking directly at Lunamaria, he didn't miss the fact that everyone at the table was looking at him oddly. He shrugged. It shouldn't have been anything new, for Shinn normally took out his aggressions on disposable beverage containers or a nearby wall. Perhaps it was how eerily calm Shinn's voice sounded to his own ears when he asked his next question.
"Is it about, Athrun?"
The surprised look on her face quickly informed him that it was, and Shinn snorted in disgust. When has it never been about Athrun? Sure he himself had looked up to the veteran pilot as their team leader and for a short time, as a friend. Yet now that he was out of action, Athrun just seemed to bitch more than usual, riding on Shinn's last nerves.
Athrun didn't deserved to be in FAITH. He didn't deserve to be embraced by ZAFT after turning his back on them. Most of all, he didn't deserve to be so close to his Kira.
"Then, I don't want to hear it, Luna!" he said through clenched teeth and suddenly jumped to his feet, startling the occupants of the table. Shinn heard the older girl stutter something inaudible but chose to ignore it, as he picked up his breakfast to take to his room.

Friendly conversation resumed out once more after the departure of the Impulse's pilot. Lunamaria huffed in annoyance at Shinn's immaturity while Rey inwardly shook his head at her boldness. Really, it just wasn't wise to poke the lion shortly after being denied it's kill.
He could understand Shinn's frustration quite well. After all their planning and training to defeat the Freedom, the pilot of that once formidable mobile suit still drew breath. Almost mocking them with his existence. Then again, it was always that way.
Quietly excusing himself, Rey left the room and opted for a more quiet one, where he could allow himself the rare opportunity of letting his mind drift and become lost in his memories. Normally that place was his shared room. Yet since Shinn also needed his space for now, the shooting range would have to do.
The hauntingly familiar image of a blonde masked man suddenly came to mind, and the teenager had to suppress his emotions and gave the passing Captain Gladys and Executive Officer Trine a brief salute.
Never let them see.
It was only when he reached his destination, with a gun in hand, did Rey allow himself to vent. Letting the bullets voice his frustrations out for him as they hit the target with perfect accuracy. He didn't miss his mark, not even once, and was rewarded by silence. As he reloaded, Rey wondered why this bothered him. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to his teammates. Even though he kept quietly to himself, the ZAKU Phantom pilot was just used to them being around, whether practicing or chatting idly by. At least... Shinn would have been there.
After a few more rounds, Rey began to wonder about his impulsive teammate. Perhaps the younger boy was resting right now? After all, he was wandering the ship for pretty much the whole night. It wasn't anything new to Rey, for Shinn often wandered around when plagued with insomnia.
If only that person had died; would not only Shinn be able to sleep easily, but him as well.
"This too," he hissed quietly, aiming at the target, "is all your fault."

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The possibly only upside to being second in command onboard the ZAFT ship Voltaire, was that he could read the newest issue of Playboy - for the articles, really! - without being reprimanded. It was a rather short upside because being second meant that you weren't first, and that special rank went to Commander Yzak Jule. It wasn't easy being a subordinate of a total rule Nazi, but he had managed to get away with a couple things.
When red-coat Shiho Hahnenfuss stepped onto the bridge, and shot him a warning look, he knew he had a snow ball's chance of getting away when all hell was about to be unleashed. All off duty personnel in the room had quickly excused themselves; Dearka Elthman, being both Commander Jule's second and loyal friend, wished that his ear-drums could have gone with them. He sighed and nodded back to the girl, who too made a haste departure, before flipping away at the dirty magazine.
Not even a minute later, the confident commander of the Voltaire and honorable veteran pilot of Yakin Due, came stomping into the nearly empty room. Face flushed, lips twisted into a snarl, and there was a furious storm was brewing in those once calm dark blue eyes; the others that had fled would have cringed at the sight of their young leader's face. Anyone would have been intimidated by such a look, but Dearka had grown used to it overtime. He also had been expecting this reaction after he had checked his terminal earlier that day, and nearly pinched himself upon reading Athrun's message.
"Do you know what that bastard wants me to do?!"
The blonde didn't dare play dumb, as moved out of his reclined position and sat forward in his seat. "I got the message from him as well."
"Hrmph! The nerve!"
Dearka waited for his hot-tempered to curse their former team-mate, then contact the FAITH soldier, and scream at him until his voice was hoarse. When that didn't happen after a long uncomfortable silence, he looked up from the page he was on, to see that his hot-tempered commander was pacing and trying to compose himself. Dearka nearly gaped. Was Yzak really thinking about it before breaking something or swearing at the top of his lungs?
"So..." Dearka began with caution, just in case this sudden gain of self-control was a fluke. "Are we going to just ignore it?"
They both looked at each other with conflicted expressions. After all, this was a request from their former teammate. Sure neither Zala nor Jule would ever be the best friends but there camaraderie would exist between them. Yzak would no sooner shave himself bald than admit that he respected both his rivals.
Athrun Zala.
Kira Yamato.
"Inform Hahnenfuss that we're leaving, I'll make up some excuse."
Dearka nearly fell out of his chair at the other coordinator's unusual cool demeanor.
"Yzak?"
The once mobile suit pilot of the DUEL Gundam shrugged and looked away.
"I pay back my debts."
And that was the end of it.

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As Kira dressed in the civilian clothes provided by Athrun, he mentally prepared himself for the confrontation with the Captain of the Minerva. It wasn't the first time he was interrogated before, he distantly remembered being in a similar situation on the Archangel. After aiding Lacus Clyne, he had returned to accept his punishment, had he been an official Earth soldier, it would have been death.
Pulling a new clean shirt over his head, the prisoner stood up and met Athrun's gaze evenly. Kira was a little relieved at the concern and yet calm look on the other teenager's face. Wondering if Athrun had found away to help him; Kira blinked inquisitively, hoping that his long time friend could still read his body language.
Lips pressed in a thin line, emerald eyes seemed to smile at him in response. Kira then presented both his arms, and allowed the red-coat soldier to put on his restraints once more. He was surprised though at how astonished those who were present looked. Both the nurse and the doctor seemed to expect violent behavior as they lowered their weapons; it was as if they assumed he would leap forward and strangle them.
Grasping his arm firmly, Athrun bound both limbs behind his back, before leading him towards the door where more armed escorts waited outside. Receiving a curt nod from his friend, Kira followed him as he was being guided to some other location within the Minerva. Though as they walked, the Freedom pilot kept his violet eyes lowered to avoid the cold and questioning looks of the observers who murmured from the sides.
"- He really is just a kid -"
"- Is he a Natural? - "
"- There's no chance - "
It was nothing Kira hadn't heard before when he had been the only Coordinator on a battleship, fighting alongside a crew of Naturals. Yet now he was on the other side. Despite his efforts, he was their enemy. As well as...
"Shinn," Athrun spoke suddenly, "get out of the way."
Kira, against his better judgment, lifted his head at the mention of his secret lover's name. He had hoped that Shinn would keep his distance after their last encounter. He didn't want to get the young pilot into any trouble after the drama he had put them both through.
"What's going on?" Shinn asked instead. Those garnet orbs locked onto Kira instantly before noting the soldiers with their guns standing behind him.
Athrun clearly looked irritated with his subordinate as green eyes narrowed at the lack of Shinn's compliance. "The prisoner is being taken to the Captain. Now step aside, Shinn. This doesn't concern you."
Inwardly, the brunet winced as the floor suddenly became interesting again. The tension between his best friend and his boyfriend was so thick, Kira could cut it with a knife. He knew from Shinn himself that most, if not all, of his superior officers pushed his buttons; and could almost see the younger coordinator grinding his teeth into dust. Reluctantly, Shinn did as he was told, his eyes never leaving Kira as he watched them walk pass him.
He would have sighed in relief when they finally reached a hall with no more onlookers, if it hadn't been for the fact that they had reached their destination. Kira almost dreadfully watched his friend step up and press a button on the terminal next to the door.
"Yes?" a woman's voice asked.
"Athrun Zala speaking, Captain. I have brought the prisoner."
"Very good. You may enter."
The guards that escorted them, took their place by the door as Kira followed the other soldier through it. Inside the Captain's cabin, a tall blonde woman in white and black uniform stood behind a desk in the center of the room. Kira blinked and thought that she was probably close to Murrue Ramius' age, well she certainly looked it. The captain glanced up from a file she had been viewing, before closing it before taking sitting down.
"I am Captain Talia Gladys of the naval space vessel: The Minerva, and who may I be addressing, please?"
"Kira Yamato," he answered automatically and impressed that his voice didn't waver.
"Rank?"
"I am a Second Lieutenant in ORB."
From the corner of his eye, he could have sworn Athrun almost did a double take. Even though his twin was the Country's monarch; Second Lieutenant was the lowest commissioned rank in Orb's armed forces. Not that Kira really cared, after all he didn't mind the lowly rank of Ensign being apart of the Earth Alliance. What mattered most was that he was a mobile suit pilot and one who had enough leeway to take action.
"And for confirmation, you are also the pilot for the ZGMF-X10A Freedom, correct?"

"Yes," Kira nodded solemnly as he added, "I was."
After all, whatever was left of that Mobile Suit was probably drifting along the sea waves.
"Allow me to get straight to the point, Lieutenant Yamato" Captain Gladys continued as she stared at both young men before her. "The Chairman himself is offering to grant you immunity from prosecution at Gibraltar."
Athrun did react this time as he step forward, nearly gaping in hopeful disbelief. "Captain, is this true? Kira will be released?"
Gladys looked a little amused by the other FAITH officer's outburst. "I am not sure about all of the details myself, but yes. However, there is a condition."
Kira felt his heart join the rest of his Gundam, on the ocean floor. Only one name came to mind when he thought about what the condition might be: Lacus. She was the leader of the Clyne faction after all, and the target of those Coordinator Assassins in ORB. If Dullindal himself was involved with that incident, then it was entirely possible to use Kira to get to her.
"And, what condition is that?"
"He wants to meet with you in person."

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Meer couldn't help but fidget in her seat within the Chairman's office. No sooner when they arrived at Gibraltar, Dullindal invited her to wait with them for the Minerva's arrival. She agreed, although not really having a choice, since Athrun would be coming. Yet now the silence was getting to her, but she held her tongue, from humming or making any kind of conversation. For the Chairman seemed preoccupied with something.
Sighing quietly, Meer allowed her eyes to wander about her surroundings. Chairman Dullindal's office was as neat and sterile as a catalog display;

it was orderly, almost to a fault. Not one piece of furniture was out of place. All portraits and framed photographs alike, were mounted upon the wall flawlessly. There were no visible wrinkles on the elegant looking curtains that matched the tone of the plush carpet - which was also void of any scuffs, tread marks, or any other imperfections.
The idol risked a glance over at her benefactor as he set the beverage he had been drinking on the table. Without even looking, he had placed the mug of coffee was placed in the exact center of the coaster. Everything within the room was as meticulous and pristine as Gilbert Dullindal himself. Everything, including her.
A ring from the telephone finally interrupted the silence, as Dullindal turned the speaker on.

"Chairman Dullindal, sir, the Minerva will be arriving in ten minutes."
A smile adorned his face as Dullindal picked up a small box that had been sitting on his desk before standing. He walked over towards the door and placed his long coat on. With a small wave, he beckoned Meer to his side, and without a word, she obediently followed. Yet before they left, he had opened the box to check its contents before nodding to himself. Meer had turned quickly enough to see what it was before being tucked away into his pocket.

'Who?' the Lacus Clyne impersonator wondered to herself, 'Who was going to be promoted into FAITH?'

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TO MY BETA-READER: Please let me know if you're still alive and if you don't mind beta-ing these chapters. If you don't feel up to it anymore (of if you're dead) let me know either way.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: WOW that was one long writer's block. Yet the reviews kept me going. I swear I'm not a review whore.
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