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Pillow Talk	By : tenohikari Category: Gundam (all others) > General Views: 5703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Pillow Talk (Chapter 7)

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 Seven

"It's going to rain tonight."
"Huh?"
Despite the steady noise that came from their land transport's engine; Athrun had managed to hear his friend nearly inaudible statement. Without any access to electronics aboard the Minerva and being isolated from nearly all of the crew, how was Kira so certain? Looking up at the cloudless clear blue afternoon sky for a moment, Athrun then stared at his friend, whose violet eyes haven't left it.
"How do you know?"
Kira shrugged. "I can't explain it. living on Earth for awhile, you can just feel it. I can tell it's going to rain by the way it smells."
Without thinking, Athrun took a second to inhale. Unlike the PLANT's simulated weather, the scent rain on Earth was very complex because it was not a single set of odors. The odor of rain he had been familiar with was very distinct (like asphalt), whereas on Earth, it varied. At land at last, the air felt cool and moist, and among their transport's exhaust fumes, he could smell salt of the Mediterranean.
"Are you sure it's not the sea water messing with your senses?"
"I don't think so."
Kira resumed looking upwards, as if he alone could see the gathering gray storm clouds that Athrun could not. Or perhaps, it was the way Kira was staring up at the sky, as if to ask the powers that be for some kind of solution; that made Athrun worry. About what, he wasn't sure of. The Archangel?
"Kira?"
A weary "Hmm?" was his reply.
"Is there... is there something you want to tell me?"
The former Freedom pilot couldn't help but look down suddenly. He wasn't prepared to answer such a question even though he knew it was coming the moment he woke up in the infirmary. Yet how would he answer? What could he say? Now that they were at Gibraltar, who knew when they would be able to speak freely like this? Though there was one matter he wanted to clear up while he had the chance.
"Shinn," Kira began cautiously knowing that if he were to look up, he would see green eyes narrowed in anger. "Go easy on him, okay? None of this is his fault."
He was glad that he didn't look up to see the bewilderment on Athrun's face. "What are you talking about, Kira? You don't even know him."

'You're wrong,' Kira wished he could say out loud. 'It was Shinn who didn't even know me, and I hurt him. He has a right to his anger, he has a right to hate me. He should hate me, even if I -'

"We're here," their driver announced, interrupting Kira's thoughts and alerting both boys that their time for friendly conversation was up.
The jeep pulled to a stop outside and Kira blinked in confusion when he turned and faced the building that had a striking resemblance to a five star hotel. Whatever the tall building was, it certainly didn't look like the headquarters for ZAFT. Though, Kira considered, the building looked like a place where an important man like Gilbert Dullindal would reside in when he wasn't on PLANT. There were probably soldiers everywhere, even in civilian guise.
Following Athrun out of the vehicle, both of them were surprised when the soldier sitting beside the driver approached Kira with a key. With it, he freed the prisoner's bound arms and stepped back. Before they could question his actions, the man pointed towards the side entrance of the building.
"The Chairman's orders," he explained briefly, "He's expecting both of you inside."
Bewildered by this, they nodded and turned to face the double doors. Feeling the soldiers' eyes on him - not to mention the weapons they were probably concealing - Kira walked stiffly into the enemy's den followed by Athrun. Only to discover that the Chairman was nowhere in sight. There was a lot of people in the lobby. Crowds of soldiers, civilians, soldiers dressed in civilian clothing; all of them walking, talking, and sitting about. It was when Kira saw a couple bell boys and the check in counter, did he confirm that this was indeed a hotel.
He glanced over to his best friend, and was about to ask if this was a part of his plan; when a high pitched, and eerily familiar voice called out.
"Athrun!"
Kira heard the said boy groan quietly and glanced over to the source of his sudden discomfort. Rushing down the steps from the lounge area, was Lacus Clyne. Kira frowned to himself. It was the very same 'Lacus Clyne' he had watched perform in a televised concert, while he was standing next to the real one. This girl did resemble Lacus greatly. Except for the golden star hair clip, her slightly younger appearance, and the fact she was very well endowed in that area. He had never seen anything, other than a Haro toy, bounce like that...
'Stop staring!' he mind screamed at him. Kira forced himself to keep his eyes on her face, Lacus' face, and somehow thinking of his friend added more discomfort. She would sooner or later hear about the Freedom Gundam's destruction. Already, his heart constricted as he pictured her crying over his demise by herself. She hid her pain too well.
'So,' Kira mused as he silently watched Athrun stutter while trying to free himself, 'this must be the fiancée that Shinn mentioned.'
Though this one seemed younger and child-like, the way she glomp-tackled Athrun.
"Mee... Lacus," Athrun hissed and kept his voice just below a whisper, "You're making a scene, so stop."

It was as if he were scolding a child. Reluctantly, 'Lacus' obeyed though still smiling with adoration, while Kira shot his friend a disbelieving look. Athrun was good friends with the real one, how could go along with this farce? If it wasn't for the fact that he was probably being monitored and needed Athrun's help, he would have given his friend a nasty piece of his mind.
Oblivious to her Athrun's anxiety and his unknown companion's frown, Meer looped her arm around the Faith soldier's, and proceeded to guide him towards the elevator. As he wordlessly complied, she turned to smile at Kira as an invitation to come with them. He shifted uncomfortably, trying hard not to address this girl as he would his friend. He said nothing, merely nodding his head as he followed along.

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Onboard the Minerva, Shinn was trying his hardest not to tear the battle ship apart from the inside. It was over thirty minutes ago since he saw Athrun taken the prisoner to the Captain's cabin, and another thirty minutes since they docked at Gibraltar. How much longer was it going to be, until he could find out that was going on?

'Calm down,' the rational part of his brain spoke out, 'Athrun will try to help Kira get out of this situation. He is in FAITH after all, so there must be something he can do.'

Shinn seethed a little. Something only Athrun could do, but not him. It was infuriating! Yet could Shinn trust Athrun with Kira's safety? He wanted to believe so. Athrun wasn't like that promise-breaking bastard Neo after all. Shinn scowled and ignored the call of his teammates as they approached him.
"Shinn, aren't you coming?" Lunamaria asked as he looked up sharply, glanced at their baggage, before looking away. "We have permission to get off and go check in."
Check in? Of course. They were at a ZAFT base after all, for probably a couple days, maybe more.
"I'm going to stay back and wait a little bit," he said dismissively. "I need to talk to Athrun."
It wasn't a lie, he did want to talk to Athrun and let him know he wasn't going to try and kill his best friend again. He wanted to help. He wanted to tell him their secret and hope he'll be able to stand beside Kira no matter what happened.
"But Athrun-san left already, Shinn."
He spun around quickly on his heel, his fierce gaze locked on Lunamaria's little sister.
"What did you say?!"
Meyrin Hawk let out a terrified squeak as those enraged red eyes were focused on her, and she promptly took cover behind her older sister. Lunamaria was normally less intimidated by Shinn, but now the pilot wished she could hide behind Rey. Everyone admired the blonde for not being intimidated by anyone, including his short-fused roommate.
"A-Athrun-san," the began shakily again, "left already and with the prisoner."
Shinn felt all the blood drain from his face. "When?"
"Twenty minutes ago."
Once she thought it was safe, Meyrin peered over her sister's shoulder to glance at Shinn's retreating back. Not bothering to explain himself, the pilot of Impulse ran towards the exit ramp, leaving his group of friends confused. All except for ever silent blonde boy who had been standing at another doorway unnoticed. Eyeing the path his teammate had taken, Rey turned away and went in the opposite direction.

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The elevator ride seemed endless to Kira who was anxious and doubtful despite his calm expression. As Athrun attempted to listen to Meer chatter endlessly over her latest concert, his mind was running through possible escape scenarios. Every five seconds, his eyes would occasionally dart to the button panel and his hand itched to mess with it.

'Trust me.'

Those had been his best friend's first words when the ZAFT soldier came to collect him, and Kira did trust him. Not the Chairman of they were going to meet very soon. Had it been Patrick Zala, Athrun's father, he wouldn't be feeling as nervous as he was now. There was no reason for him, an enemy pilot, to be granted immunity without a catch. Kira Yamato, might have been raised as an ordinary teenager; but he had relations with two threats to Dullindal: his dear friend who was the leader of the Clyne faction, and his twin sister, the monarch of ORB. There was no way he could betray their trust, no way he would allow the Chairman to manipulate him like others, Kira found himself glancing at the fake Lacus, into a pawn.
With that in mind, the ultimate coordinator steeled his nerves as the elevator chimed their floor. All conversation inside stopped, when steel doors opened, and they faced a wide door flanked by a pair of uniformed bodyguards, did Kira realize that there really was no turning back now.
Shrugging off the false idol from his arm, Athrun Zala stepped forward, announced their arrival and saluted the other soldiers who regarded him with expressions that were devoid of emotion. They moved to open the doors and allowed the trio to pass through. Kira stiffly kept in step with his friend as they entered, to what he expected would be the Gilbert Dullindal's office...
His calm facial expression was replaced with something close to bewilderment when he realized he had mistaken. He had expected it to be a meeting, much like the one he had with Captain Gladys not too long ago. In the center of the large room, there was a bed where a desk should have been. A king size poster bed that was adorned with rich red and gold brocade linens, with matching accent pillows that were piled high.
Instead of a room that looked like meticulous and pristine office that would belong to a Chairman, it was just a hotel suite. An elegant hotel suite that had a romantic atmosphere with it's dim lighting and candle-lit tables. At the right side of the wide room, sitting in an arm chair before a grand fire place, Dullindal smiled at his guests.
"Athrun-kun, it's been awhile. Thank you for escorting Mr.Yamato here."
Looking over at the other boy, Kira noted that he wasn't the only one who was stunned by their surroundings. Though Athrun quickly remembered to salute respectfully before presenting the prisoner. Dullindal's smiling face matched the room's warm and inviting glow. It seemed awkward to the prisoner, to be introduced as if he were at some formal gathering
"Ah, Kira Yamato," the Chairman stood, and walked towards him. "I've been looking forward to meet you."

Kira blinked and stared at the pale outstretched hand. Briefly he stared at the older man who only continued to smile at him. It seemed like a sincere and reassuring smile, that should be given to a close comrade and not a apprehensive prisoner. Seeing Athrun's obvious discomfort from the corner of his eye, Kira decided to play along.
"Chairman Dullindal," he spoke casually and shook his hand.
The older coordinator's smile widened a bit before he turned to glance at the songstress who blended in the background, standing meekly behind them. Kira had almost forgot that she was even there. It was perhaps the major differences between this girl, and the 'Lacus' he knew. The real Lacus Clyne radiated a serene confidence that captivated the attention of others before she even started speaking.
"Miss Lacus, Athrun-kun, would you please excuse us? I'm sure Miss Lacus has been eager to catch up with you."
"Eh?" Athrun was once again caught in yet another arm lock, and he stared at his superior with a torn expression on his face. "But Chairman," he began and lightly tried to tug back his trapped appendage.
"Not to worry, Captain Zala..." the brunet saw his friend tense as Dullindal used rank to remind Athrun that he was not in any position to argue. The older coordinator then patted Kira's shoulder good naturedly as his smiling face turned to his FAITH soldier who was trying hard not to defy his order.
"I have already granted Mr.Yamato immunity," Dullindal informed them all, "He is a guest here, and I would like take a few moments to get to know him."
Athrun was stunned, as was Kira, since both of them had expected for the Chairman to at least question the prisoner himself - listen to his side of the story - before making his decision and dismissing them.
Feeling the tug on his arm, Athrun tried to wrack his brain to think of a way to convince Dullindal to allow him to stay. When he couldn't come up with anything, he glanced over to his best friend and finally nodded. He turned, allowing Meer to lead him away. Kira would be free, and he didn't have to risk their lives to help him escape. He had to believe that Dullindal would keep his word, and he also needed to contact Yzak.

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"Please, sit down."
After Watching the pair leave with the closing behind them, Kira decided to comply. He walked over to the sitting area in the room and sat down in one of the arm chairs that faced the fire place. From across the room, he heard Dullindal uncorking a bottle, and pouring it's contents into two glasses.
The whole situation reminded him of meeting Andrew Waldfeld in person, just in a much more elegant setting and hopefully without that paint-thinner like coffee. As his eyes wandered around the room, he saw no miniature replica of Evidence 01, or anything in the room that was not apart of the decor. Until he faced forward and saw a set chess board sitting on the coffee table. From the position of the pieces, there was already a game in session.
"Do you play?"
Turning his attention away from the chess board, Kira lifted his head a bit as the Chairman was now standing before him, holding two half filled glasses of red wine. He kindly accepted the offered one, but did not drink. Kira didn't need anything to dull his senses right now.
"No," he answered steadily, watching Dullindal take his seat again.
"A pity. May I call you Kira-'kun'?"
Kira didn't answer. If Gilbert Dullindal was uncomfortable by the brunet's scrutinizing stare, he hid it well. The man studied the depths of his beverage at eye level, before holding the glass by the bottom of the bowl where it meets the stem. Which was odd for Kira, even though he tend to order water during formal occasions, people normally held the glass by the stem to preserve the chill. So he couldn't help but watch as the Chairman move his hand around in a circular motion. The deep red liquid swirled and Kira watched transfixed, as Dullindal brought the glass closer to inhale.
Finally catching sight of those curious violet eyes, Dullindal let chuckled softly and lowered his glass.
"You've never seen this method before?"
The boy shook his head.
"You see, if a wine is too cold its flavors and aromas will be locked in and muted," Dullindal explained. "When it is brought to the proper temperature, the wine releases the ethers and esters that comprise its natural aroma."
Kira nodded in understanding, and felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. His throat feeling a littler dry, he decided to take a sip and maybe they could move onto another subject. Instead of following the Chairman's example, he continued to hold the glass by the stem and sipped...
It was bitter.
He suffered trying to swallow it down, before carefully placing the glass aside on an end table. Blegh. That was awful.
Dullindal laughed good naturedly, unperturbed by the slight scowl on the teen's face as he pushed the glass further away from him. "Perhaps you should try my method, Kira-kun, it'll be a far more pleasant experience."
The pilot of the Freedom stiffened, and remembered why he was here.

'Your method. Your way?'

"Chairman Dullindal?"
"Yes?"
Kira looked over and locked gazes with the other man who was casually sipping from his glass.
"What exactly do you want from me in exchange for this immunity?" he asked, not believing Dullindal would just pardon him out of the goodness of his heart, while he had most likely had given the order to shoot the Archangel down in the first place.
"Do you ever wonder about destiny, Kira-kun?"
Kira blinked, of all the things he expected Dullindal to say, he did not expect that. Was he serious? The Chairman looked at him expectantly for an answer and he had to actually think about how to answer for a second.
"No," he answered quickly, "I don't believe in the governing hand of fate. We make our life what it is, through the choices and decisions we make."
The older of the two looked amused as he finally set his glass down
"Or by the choices and decisions others make," Dullindal added. "Do you ever reminisce over all the choices you've made? The chain of events and unlikely situations which led you here, sitting before me. Do you have any regrets? What would you have done differently to prevent such a thing?"
The boy kept his expression neutral, but on the inside he was flabbergasted at the whole situation. Why was he being asked such questions? This whole civil conversation just seemed surreal, that he - a low ranking ORB officer - was having this conversation with one of the most powerful men in the world. If he was his sister, he would have told PLANT's chairman to skip over this useless chatter and get straight to the point already.
"There are some things I regret," Kira spoke flatly, not meeting Dullindal's eyes. All of his regrets had faces and names. A little girl who's name he had never known. One of his close friends, Tolle Koenig. Fllay Allster, the girl he thought he had loved and swear to protect. Mwu La Flagga, his senior officer whom he had admired. "Then there are things I wouldn't change, even if I had the power to do so."
Dullindal leaned forward in his seat, crossing one leg over the other and resting his hands on one knee. "Such as piloting the Strike Mobile Suit the first time during the attack on Heliopolis?"
"Yes."
Kira frowned to himself, not realizing the Chairman had this kind of information. What else did he know?
"Why? Why didn't you escape with your family and friends afterwards on board the Archangel? Why did you stay and fight?"

'Are you a coordinator?'

'Why did you tell them that Kira was a coordinator, Fllay?! Who do you think we are fighting?'

"Because..." he answered hesitantly, "because I was the only one who could do it." It sounded arrogant to his own ears but Dullindal nodded as if he understood.
"And you've successfully manage to change the subject," Kira said firmly as he too leaned forward in his seat, "Again, what is it that you want from me?"
Chuckling once more, Dullindal reached for his wine again. "What do you think I want from you, Kira-kun?"
"I don't know!" The teenager shrank back, wondering where that outburst had come from. "The Clyne Faction... Orb..."
"You're closely affiliated to them, I'm aware of that," the Chairman's voice was a velvet purr of knowing. "However, they're not the reason why I wanted to meet with you here."
"Then?" he prompted.
"As I told Athrun, I only wanted to get to know you better, Kira-kun."
"And, do you feel like you have?"
"Indeed," Dullindal's perpetual smile was starting to grate the teen's nerves for some reason, "I was also hoping, that you and I could be friends."
Kira was dumbfounded by the statement as he didn't know whether he wanted to flat out deny or accept in order to keep the Chairman from changing his mind about his immunity.
"It is a bit unfair, that you seem to know more about me than I, you."
Looking obviously pleased, Dullindal studied his empty glass. "What did you wish to know?"
He eyed the older man cautiously for a moment as he thought of Athrun's current companion at the moment. "Why is that girl pretending to be Lacus Clyne?"

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As a former bodyguard to the young leader of Orb, Athrun thought he would have been used to being surrounded by the media by now. But that was when he was Alex Dino, who was only to be seen and not heard. How he missed those days, and Cagalli too of course. Even after leaving, Athrun worried about the blonde. He only prayed she was alive and well with everyone on Archangel and heading back to Orb.
He wasn't able to help them then, but he would try to help Kira now. Curiosity was eating him from the inside as he wondered what his best friend and the chairman were talking about now. If only Dullindal allowed him to stay, and why didn't he? Didn't the badge on the collar mean that he had his trust at all?
"Lacus-sama!"
He cringed, and stared down at the pink haired girl who continued to cling to his arm like a life line as she waved to the crowds of people in the hotel lobby that were chanting her false name. He did notice a few red coats enter the building when Meer released him to sign some autographs. With cameras flashing all around, Athrun had to squint to see his subordinates, Lunamaria and Rey had took one glance in his direction before trying to worm their way through the crowd and to the check in desk.
Mechanics Youlan and Vino, actually stopped and stared and then ran forward to join the line of those who wanted to take pictures with 'Lacus'. Meyrin looked indecisive on who to follow and...
The FAITH soldier paused and looked over to the door way again. Where was Shinn? Was he actually going to stay onboard Minerva the entire time they were docked here?
Sighing patiently, he walked over to the younger Hawke and smiled politely.
"Did you all have a hard time getting in?"
The pig-tailed CIC officer stared at him oddly for a second, before glancing over to the idol who was enjoying herself immensely being at the center of attention. Why would he leave someone like that to talk to her?
"Y-Yeah," she nodded, "there was a lot of traffic on the way over, so we had to get out and walk. But I guess that's understandable because Lacus-sama is here after all."
Which seemed weird to Athrun, because Meer had been staying in the hotel before the Minerva arrived, why was there so much commotion now? Pinching the bridge of his nose, as he heard her sing a long with some of her fans, he eyed the doors again. Half expecting the sulking pilot of the Impulse to walk through them.
"Ah, and I guess Shinn decided to stay behind then."
"Huh? You mean you haven't seen him yet, Athrun-san?"
Shaking his head, Meyrin went on.
"He got off the ship after he heard that you and the prisoner had left..." she tilted her head to the side as if to consider something, "maybe he checked in already, or he probably got held back outside too. But I thought he went to go see you, he was really upset, but more than usual."
Athrun swallowed a lump in his throat, as his uneasiness steadily began to increase.
"I see."
"Meyrin!" Lunamaria called to her sister from the front desk. "I'm going up without you!"
"Ah! Excuse me, Athrun-san!" she stuttered and saluted quickly before running off to join her sister. "Oneechan, wait!"
Watching the two rushing to catch an elevator, Athrun watched as the crowd thinned a little bit and was about to start looking for Shinn when he felt that familiar tug on his arm.
"What?" he almost hissed to the songstress again, who was now playfully tugged him back to her side. When did he agree to all of this anyway? "What is it now?"
"Athrun, the Chairman booked dinner reservations for tonight at the Hotel's restaurant."
Dinner again? Was this just for the sake of appearance? Or was Dullindal trying to keep him occupied?
"Lacus-sama," one of the reporters called out, "could we have a picture of you and your fiancé together?"
Athrun nearly choked out loud, but composed himself quickly. He stood rigidly as Meet leaned against them as more pictures were taken to be printed in entertainment magazines all around in PLANT. When would this farce be over?
"Will the Chairman himself be attending?"
"I think so," she said in a tone that sounded as if she didn't seem to know nor care, "but let's go wait together. Okay?"
Like he had a choice.
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Kira found himself holding the glass of wine he had sent down while listening to the chairman explain why it was necessary to have a Lacus impersonator. He understood that her presence alone was calming people down during dark times like these, and that he did what he felt was best for the people of PLANT and world even if it was deception. What you don't know, can't hurt you? He would have scoffed out loud, if scoffing were in his nature.
"I would appreciate it if this stayed between us, Kira-kun," Dullindal concluded as he stood up from his chair. He then walked over to collect the still half-filled glass that Kira hadn't drank from since his first sip.
Was this the end of their meeting? Was the secrecy over the fake Lacus really what the Chairman wanted from him? Kira doubted it as he also got to his feet. If this was all Dullindal wanted, then he was ready to go.
"Fine, I won't say anything about it to anyone."
Yes he felt guilty, though he wasn't going to betray the real Lacus in anyway by addressing the fake one. Dullindal may have the public eating from the palm of his hand now, but this would blow up in his face sooner or later.
"Thank you," Dullindal began, handling the other's glass in the same manner he had his own when it was full. "I know you're eager to return to Orb, and I'll personally arrange your transport myself."
He offered the glass back and the brunet found himself taking it eagerly. His throat feeling dry, he decided to give the wine another chance in order to soothe it. His eye lashes fluttered as the alcohol did just that and it didn't taste as bitter. In fact, it was almost...sweet.
While finish his drink, Kira waited, sensing more that the Chairman wanted to say. The catch, he thought. There had to be a 'however', 'but', or 'only' involved.
"I hope you don't mind waiting a bit longer, though," Dullindal stunned him again. Amber eyes seemed to smirk at him when he tried to stifle his surprise. "There is more I'd like to talk to you about."
Kira didn't know if he was in the mood for conversation, the room despite it's size was starting to feel a little claustrophobic. It was also starting to get too hot. The wine was warming up his blood from the inside, as the fire warmed him from the outside. He had to wonder how Gilbert Dullindal wasn't all uncomfortable being fully dressed and wearing a long coat.
"Though it appears that you don't feel like listening to me prattle on anymore," Dullindal laughed richly as he reached out to steady the swaying youth. "That's quite all right," he purred, "there is always tomorrow."
(A/N Insert the bonus scene for adultfan)
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"Ara, it looks like the Chairman will be arriving a little late," Meer said conversationally as she looked over her menu again. "I don't think he would mind if we ordered some appetizers without him. Oh, this looks good..."
Athrun found it impossible to listen to her read through the options as he kept thinking about their meeting. What could they be talking about? Why was it taking so long? Was Kira being interrogated for information without him even knowing it?
No, that wouldn't happen. The Chairman wasn't at all like the last one. Like his own father who had turned him over to interrogators to get the location of the Justice and Freedom mobile suits by any means necessary. Even if he hadn�t been saved, he would have never said anything. He would never want to hurt Kira again.
After all the trauma the went through, facing each other on the different sides of the battlefield - they finally manage to reconcile. At last, he and Kira had fought side by side together until the war came to an end two years ago. Now they had nothing to fight with. Both their proud mobile suits were destroyed beyond repair.
Justice and Freedom.

'How?' he wondered while he brought his hands up to cradle his forehead. 'How could I leave him alone? I should have argued. I should have stayed!'

"Athrun?" he distantly heard Meer's voice. "Are you all right?"
From where they sat in the hotel's restaurant, a secluded table near the wall like windows, he watched as the raindrops began to patter gently against the glass.
Kira was right after all.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: ::Bangs head on desk:: So, um yeah, Shinn is rather absent in this chapter. I had such a hard time writing Gil and Kira's meeting. I'm not even sure it makes any sense. Argh. Anyway, this chapter has a bonus scene that I will post on my adultfan account later this week. It's a Gil/Kira pwp (poorly written porn) scene that has little to nothing to do with a story. Just a bonus to Gil/Kira fans. All two of you?
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