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Wedding Ring Blues - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-12-31T23:59:00.002-08:00

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.

Wedding Ring Blues

“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?!”

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.

::owari::

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.

Served Your Purpose - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-11-12T14:30:00.002-08:00

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.

Served Your Purpose

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.”

::owari::

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.

Windows of the Soul - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-08-29T16:12:00.000-07:00

Windows of the Soul

Eyes were the windows of the soul.

It allowed people to gaze intimately inside of another, to analyze and observe the inner-workings of a person’s mind. But in all honesty, none of that romantic crap had mattered much to Dearka until he met Miriallia Haww.

Having grown up surrounded by elites who were always careful when showing their emotions and having joined ZAFT at a young age, the only eyes Dearka was familiar with were cold, trained, and calculative eyes. In fact, the closest he got to expressive was Yzak... but that was because unlike Dearka, Yzak’s mother was more supportive of him and didn’t mind when Yzak had emotional outbursts.

Still, even Yzak and his dramatic moments couldn’t compare to Miriallia’s eyes.

If the saying described anyone perfectly, it was Miriallia.

Since the moment she had tried to kill him to the moment she had cried her eyes out, containing in her grief after meeting the person who had killed Tolle, Dearka had been captivated by her eyes.

The never ending sea of blue was always flaring with emotions and sadly, he would often see those eyes in tears. And though he did hate to see her cry, those tears accentuated those blue orbs and caused them to sparkle.

Miriallia never hid her true feelings and openly expressed how she felt to those around her, conserving her sentiments if they were inappropriate for some to see, but never hiding if she knew what she was doing was right.

However, it wasn’t until he got to see her smile did he realize just how cute she was.

The smile was tender and sweet... but those eyes, those beautiful glowing eyes, the way the corner of her eyes would crease as she gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

It was as though she had finally allowed him to see deep into her eyes, to gaze into the windows of her soul that bore all to him.

And now that he had a glimpse, he wanted more.

Because of the war and the tension between him and her, he had seen many parts of her when she was afraid... when she was angry... when she was sad... but this smile, the small joy she had given him was so beautiful and mesmerizing that he wanted to see more.

To see her happy, to see her proud... to see those expressive eyes to look at him back with the tenderness he knew she hid when thinking of Tolle.

He wanted to see it all.

Because, god damn if he’d ever admit it out loud, he was addictive to her soul and wanted all of her for himself.

::owari::

My Happy Ending - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-08-29T16:09:00.002-07:00

My Happy Ending

Miriallia felt sleep lazily leave her as she felt the warm arm that held her firmly around the waist, keeping her close against the solid figure behind her. A face nuzzled into her neck gently and she giggled when the action tickled her. Dearka grumbled in response at the noise and kissed her neck, smiling when that generated more laughter.

She reached up and ran her hand through his messy blonde hair, her other hand stroking his arm. Their bare legs were tangled amongst each other and the warmth and security he brought her made her want to snuggle closer and never leave the bed.

Since the war began and her world fell apart, she had believed that she would never be able to get back on her feet again. Her home was destroyed, her support was killed, and everyone was too consumed in their own problems to comfort one another.

But there was that one person who did care, even when he should have been more worried about himself since he was currently a prisoner of war. He had watched as she cried and held her even when she yelled at him to let go because he knew despite her screams, the one thing she wanted most was to hold onto someone and cry, to forget the traumas of this war and the horrors she had seen for a temporary moment of peace.

Eventually, his patience bore fruit, a turnabout that was especially noticed when it was her turn to comfort him.

Just like her, he had been so terribly alone, especially after he had defected to join her side, to defend her from those who wanted her dead. But this meant betraying his comrades in arm, his brothers who had always watched his back for him.

So during the moment he had been alone, contemplating and saddened, she gave him the comfort he had always given her.

And it was then that she truly found solace in this ridiculous war... and was able to accept the hope that perhaps things will be alright in the end.

“Thanks Dearka,” she murmured softly.

“Mm?” he inquired sleepily.

Miriallia smiled and turned her head, kissing him gently on the lips. “For giving me my happy ending.”

::owari::

Sword & Shield - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-05-07T00:17:00.001-07:00

Sword & Shield

After the war had ended, Miriallia had wanted to make some use of herself. She had known that even though the cease fire had been called for, the hatred between Naturals and Coordinators wouldn’t die out so easily. It would take years and perhaps even several life times before a sort of peace could exist between the two.

And so she had turned to photography.

After all, what better way to show the people of the consequences of their hate than the concrete evidence of the destruction they were causing with their own hands?

Videos might have been better if she simply wanted that message to go across, but to Miriallia, photos held a more powerful message. They were silent and almost had no way of swaying the viewers of forming an opinion that was not their own. The photos called out to the people to think by themselves of what they were fighting for, to see after a moment of reflection if what they were doing was truly the right thing to do.

The job was dangerous since it meant going to war zones and personally seeing the hostile hatred between the two races... many people had objected to her having such a job. She could still remember Kira’s look of fear and anxiety, of how he worried of how she might end up becoming a casualty in one of the blood stained battles that still often took place on Earth. But this was something she wanted to do.

Back at the Archangel, her abilities had been limited. The CIC had great power when it came to communication and while it was a demanding and important job which Miriallia was proud of, she wanted to do more. She wanted to become one of the swords that paved its way into peace.

She didn’t want to physically fight and hurt others. However, she didn’t want to just sit around and preach to people about what she believed in.

To connect with people... to share the experiences and grow with everything so that someday people wouldn’t use the word ‘armistice’ when it came the war between Natural and Coordinators but peace.

It would mean putting her life on the line at all times, but this was something she truly believed in and wanted to do.

But what Miriallia didn’t understand was that though she wished to be the sword, a weapon was nothing with a shield.

There had been an internal war inside Dearka when he had learned of the profession she wished to follow.

Willingly entering danger zones to take pictures? Now that was some crazy talk. If Miriallia truly wanted to make a difference without really fighting or killing people, there could have been other ways that were less dangerous!

It was not in his place to talk though.

As much as he desired to stop her, he knew it was pointless.

But still, he had tried to persuade her, hoping that maybe she might listen and understand.

Unfortunately, while Miriallia did listen to his words, if anything it only seemed to make her angry. And Dearka knew for sure that she listened to him because oftentimes she would use his own words as rebuttal in order to show just how angry she was over how he was constantly trying to stop her instead of supporting her.

But how the hell could he actually support her when it felt like he was giving her permission to run through a rain of bullets?

It had gnawed at him day and night as he desperately tried to find a solution to this. Then when Miriallia asked that they go on a break, Yzak had been about ready to kill him over how de-motivated he had been in life.

Dearka had lost the girl of his dreams and she was still running under the not-that-really metaphorical rain of bullets.

The second war had arrived swiftly, giving him barely any time to reflect. Sometimes he was so caught up in his work that it was impossible to think about Miriallia at all... no, that was a lie. Every small second he had to himself, his mind would somehow wander to her.

The moment this stupid war was over, he knew he would look for her. How could he not when she was always in his mind? But what could he do concerning this annoying thorn in his side? How could he watch over her, protect her, while not smothering her away from him?

That’s when the ideas began to sink in.

There were things he could do.

Minor but still useful things.

Dearka knew he couldn’t possibly always follow her movements... but to at least be able to know where she was during her job, to check in with his contacts so that they could occasionally see to it that she was safe... after all, he had made various friends in Zaft, both low and high. They would all easily submit to any favors that he asked.

The little things he could do to keep her safe.

Miriallia was smart. She would figure it all out sooner or later what he was doing behind the scenes, but this would be one thing he would be firm about.

Because if Miriallia was the sword, Dearka would be damned if he didn’t turn himself into a fine shield for her whether she liked it or not.

::owari::

AN: Okay, I'm done with the whole Dearka is learning his lesson thing. xD I think it may sound like Miriallia is a bit selfish here, but that's because it mostly focuses on Dearka's feelings, especially towards the end. Anyways, I'm done for now on this sort of topic. Let's get on with the smexy/fluff! 8D

Reunion - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-04-10T21:29:00.002-07:00

Reunion

Miriallia shuffled awkwardly in the private room she had been given in the Archangel. Oh gods, this was such a bad idea. She had not seen Dearka since he had caught her probing around the Zaft base and had dragged her to his room where they had that talk about her being more careful while doing her job. Their little... rendezvous had ended with him holding onto her for a minute or two longer before quietly leading her out and far away from the Zaft base.

The separation from that time had ended with discomfort and silence...

And now they were going to have some sort of impromptu reunion?

Miriallia fidgeted in her Orb uniform. And just what was Dearka going to say when he saw her wearing this uniform? She knew he was going to be furious at how not only did she choose such a dangerous job, she had also decided to rejoin the war.

She shook her head. No, no, no, it didn’t matter what he thought. She chose to participate in this war because she believed in what she was fighting for. Dearka had no right to get angry at her and besides, they had had no contact since their last meet! It wasn’t like she had the chance to tell him and since they were on ‘break’, she had no obligation to tell him at all!

But despite how Miriallia tried to feebly reassure herself, there was a tightening in her stomach as she started to grow sick from the anticipation.

With the end of the second war, some of the Joule team had docked into the nearest ship, which was the Archangel, and her instincts told her that Dearka was one of them. And her instincts were rarely wrong when it came to him.

How was she supposed to react now? In their last meet, she had been running purely on anger and resentment... not to mention a tad bit of annoyed affection and love... but what now? What was she supposed to do now?

The door slid open and Miriallia nearly shrieked in fright, whirling around to see who the person was. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was only Kira.

“Oh good, it’s just you.” She stiffened, however, when she saw the tall shadow behind Kira and the tuft of blonde hair. Kira smiled nervously at Miriallia, taking a step to the side, revealing Dearka Eslman in all his glory still wearing the Zaft pilot uniform. “D-D-Dearka!”

“Sorry Miri, Deakra was looking for you.” Kira said apologetically. He didn’t know all that happened between them other than the tidbits he had heard since the war had preoccupied most of his attention, but he was aware of their current shaky relationship.

“N-No, it’s fine.” Miriallia said, shuffling when she felt Dearka’s intense amethyst eyes on her. Good gods, couldn’t he look somewhere else? She tried to summon the anger she had felt for him from the beginning of the war, but too much time had passed and after he had pleaded her to be careful instead of stopping from her continuing her work, much of her anger had abated. She knew Dearka had learned his lesson... so it was impossible for her to stay angry at him.

But what did this mean now?

Did he still want to get back together?

Insecurities and confusion flung about in her head. Miriallia knew she was no beautiful wonder girl. She was just a bit above average, if not completely average. Dearka, however, was one of those super Zaft elites with influential parents and status to help him get through life without even lifting a finger. And she knew and wouldn’t deny that he was also very good-looking. During the period of time they were officially together, she had seen and felt the dirty looks she had gotten from those Coordinator girls and not to mention the things they would attempt to do to her. Those superficial things had never really mattered to Miriallia before, but right now, insecurities definitely won over confidence and irrationality was beating the hell out of sanity.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Kira took a step a step back with a forced cough. “Well then, I’ll just... uh... leave you two alone to talk.”

Miriallia was half a second away from calling at him to stop when Dearka, the moment Kira stepped outside, punched in the code that locked the door. Her eyes widened and for a moment, she was too stunned to do anything.

“D-Dearka?” she managed to yelp out before she was literally pounced on by a very eager Coordinator. A hungry kiss was placed on her lips and her head was tilted back as Dearka’s tongue slipped in through the seams of her lips, deeply entering inside of her mouth. And as though the two had never separated in the first place, the passions from all those times ago quickly resurfaced.

She moaned lightly at the deep kiss and her arms instinctively reached upward, wrapping themselves around his neck. Her hands roamed upward, tangling themselves with his soft messy blonde hair. Gods, it’s been so long since the two had kissed, so long since he had last touched her like this. Never had she imagined that she’d be in such a situation where she’d feel so alone, so empty, when she wasn’t around the person she loved.

And those were the exact sentiments shared by Dearka. Before he had met Miriallia, women were just frivolous past-times, simple moments of pleasures before the real focus of his life came up. Yes, he did respect women as he had been taught well by his mother, contrary to popular belief... but they just hadn’t been all that important to him. Relationships and stuff like that took second place when compared to his obligation to Plant.

But all that had changed when he had met Miriallia.

He kissed her harder when he felt her fingers running through his hair.

She was now worth more to him than he had ever imagined a person could be to him.

Their kiss was interrupted when Miriallia began to tug frantically at his arm and after lingering for a moment longer, he reluctantly pulled away. A masculine sense of satisfaction filled him when Miriallia basically toppled into his arms, breathing hard while she clung onto his arms, trying to regain her composure.

“Dearka?” she asked quietly.

“Hm?” his reply was soft, his arm wrapped around her shoulders to keep her close while his other hand played absentmindedly with the soft strands of her hair. He was too busy relishing and remembering just how good it felt to have her in his arms.

She then laid a sharp whack on his arm. “What the hell was that?”

Though Dearka winced at the slight pain, he didn’t pull away from her. After months of being separated, he wasn’t going to let go of her that easily. “Ow, what was what?”

“T-That whole k-k-kiss thing!” she stammered out, feeling flustered at the memory despite how no one was around to listen... and they had done much more than just kiss in the past.

He remained still, blinking while his mind processed her words and the reason why she seemed so outraged and confused. “What’s wrong with kissing you?”

Miriallia’s jaw could have dropped at the question. Instead, she slumped against him with her head pressed against his chest. She was just too tired for this. The cease fire for the second war had just been implemented and the last thing she needed is drama with her ‘on-break’ boyfriend.

...at least she knew for sure that he didn’t want to break up with her... and she refused to say out loud of how relieved she was and of how her stomach was currently overflowing with butterflies.

Instead, her arms squirmed their way out from being trapped between them and wrapped themselves around Dearka, holding on to him tight.

It really did feel nice being able to hold him like this and being held back by him. She had truly missed him so much and it soothed her how he seemed to have matured, accepting how she was her own person who had her own dreams and wants. It healed the rumpled nerves and bundles of hurt she had carried with her during the second war.

“Are we... Are we back together?” she asked timidly, hating how she felt so exposed with just that one line. What happened to all that sass she normally threw around him? For once, she was stuck in the unknown, unsure of what was to happen. Normally, Dearka was the one who’d always wait for her, anticipating her replies to his bouts of affection.

But even though he had just madly kissed the life out of her, a part of her still wanted to be sure. She wanted to hear from his own mouth that they were back together, especially since she had been the one to break it off... the one who had left him behind...

He held her chin gently, tilting her face upward and she felt her cheeks blush at the sight of his softened eyes focused on her and her only. “Babe, I don’t think we’ve ever really been apart.”

::owari::

Sacrifice - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-03-27T22:31:00.000-07:00

Sacrifice

The first time Dearka had gone into berserker mode, it had been a frightening sight. Though playful and often regarded as immature, only a select few knew that Dearka was quite the calculating type who was always a step ahead of others. That was one of the reasons why he was considered such a deadly opponent. His mind was always clear in battle and he manipulated others, whether physically or mentally, in order to win the fight

But for him to be in such a high and powerful state had made him into an even more formidable enemy.

And it was her fault that he was like this right now.

Miriallia was normally very careful. A combination of quick wit and luck prevented her from getting caught by soldiers whenever she’d snoop around for information regarding the war or when she’d venture too close to war zones, but this time it had all gone wrong. The guide who had been leading her through the artillery blasted city had gotten killed and she had been taken by the vagrants who belonged neither to the Earth Forces or Zaft.

Stragglers who ran around in the lawless land, plundering, killing, raping however they pleased...

They hadn’t done anything to her at first, originally trying to figure out who she was and to see how useful she could be to them. But of course, they would find nothing other than the articles she had written for the Orb Union magazine and her time as a normal civilian. Her history in the Earth Forces was sealed so tightly that no one, not even those in the Earth Forces, would be able to easily discover her past.

Unfortunately, this meant she was useless to them... and the perfect prey.

Three days had gone by before they had determined her to be worthless for whatever sick cause they had going for them... and of course, as Miriallia had learned through her years of experience as a war photographer, whenever lawlessness ran rampant, women were often raped and tortured by the immoral men around them.

Her skin crawled, remembering the hands that ran as they pleased. There were bruises on her arms and some forming on her legs. Her shirt had been torn into pieces...

...but of course, just like whenever she was in trouble, Dearka would appear.

That stupid fool... her little knight in shining armor... always getting in trouble because of her, but he would always make an entrance whenever she was in danger.

And when he discovered her pinned down by several men on the cold and dirty floor, it was as though his blood had run cold and his sense of self had died. Something snapped at the sight of her so helpless and scared with tears on her face, the reddening of her cheek from being hit and the wounds all over her body.

A part of him had broke into pieces when he had learned of her disappearance and it had taken all of his willpower not to lose it then and there, to lose his self-control right in front of his superior and best friend.

And thank the gods that Yzak was his commander or else he would have defected from Zaft all over again, leaving without permission in order to find Miriallia and hunt down the bastards who dared to touch her.

She was his.

Under his protection, surrounded by his love... she had stolen everything from him the moment the two had connected during the war and she had only slowly started to shyly reciprocate.

And these pieces of filth had actually had the audacity to do this to her.

There had been seven men in total, but it was nothing Dearka couldn’t handle. He had been a Zaft Red Coat elite for a reason, demoted to Green only because of his actions in the last war. There had been several chances where he could have been promoted, but he never accepted. He was content with working under Yzak while having the free time to spend with Miriallia.

Those skills trained and burned into his mind all came tumbling out, easily disarming and tearing apart the men who had been taken off guard by the sight of the tall intimidating Coordinator with those misty flat amethyst eyes that seemed to pierce one’s soul.

It was a massacre.

Miriallia clutched onto the coat Dearka had draped around her, wincing at the loud cry of pain from one of the men as Dearka knocked his head into the wall.

So this was the famed Coordinator ability... the berserker mode, where one’s own abilities were heightened to the point of being a monster. Miriallia had heard of it before from Kira, but had only seen it in action whenever Kira went into such a mode in battle with the Gundam Suits.

However, it was a totally different story to see it close up in person with no weapons of mass destruction in between. And in a way, this was much more frightening and realistic.

It made one more aware of just how different Coordinators were from Naturals.

No shields, no swords, no man-made weaponry... just one’s own bare hands, proving how such weaponries were no match under the anger of a berserked Coordinator.

A monster?

Were the Blue Cosmos right? Were Coordinators abominations that didn’t deserve to live? Were they dangerous demons just lurking underneath that beautiful engineered exterior?

Miriallia tightened her grip on Dearka’s coat, angry at how her mind seemed to replay the ridiculous words those racist Blue Cosmos people always shouted.

No...

No!

No, they were wrong!

Miriallia chuckled lightly as Dearka snoozed on her lap, so deep into his sleep that he didn’t even budge as Yzak’s angry aura flared throughout the room. Shiho had an exasperated look while standing behind Yzak, though Miriallia spied the smile playing on her lips.

Miriallia had made an impromptu visit as her job had been nearby. Though Yzak had reluctantly allowed for them to talk for at least half an hour, somewhere along the way, the exhausted soldier had slowly started to fall asleep, apparently much too comfortable around her presence. And in all honesty, Miriallia hadn’t the heart to wake him up when the half-hour mark passed... though, even when she had run her fingers through his hair, Dearka had merely snuggled into her with a smile, not even close to waking up.

So much for the envied superior senses.

When he was like this, Dearka was more like a puppy than a feared Zaft soldier.

Would a monster be able to smile so serenely?

"D-Dearka, stop!” Miriallia squeaked as the tall blonde sprayed kisses all over her face. From the corner of her eye, she saw the flushed faces of their friends at the amorous advances of her boyfriend. Though embarrassed, Miriallia could understand Dearka’s unending affection since they hadn’t seen each other in months.

“How sweet, he missed her,” Lacus cooed while Athrun chuckled awkwardly. Of course Lacus wouldn’t notice anything other than the reasoning behind the affection.

“You perv, do that in a room, not in front of all of us!” Cagalli yelled, smacking her hands over her eyes so she didn’t have to see the display. Kira, on the other hand, looked torn between doing the same and stopping Dearka from practically ravishing one of his best friends in front of him.

Dearka paused and seemed to think about it for a moment before making a Cheshire grin. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go Miriallia.”

Her sapphire eyes goggled at him when he grabbed her hand and began to guide her away. She looked at him in astonishment, her head swiveling from him to her bemused friends as her mind tried to comprehend that he was guiding her to their room in the hotel. “W-Wait a mi-Dearka, you idiot!”

Would a demon be able to hold her hand so gently, as though she was the most precious thing to him in the world?

If he truly was just an unfeeling inhuman being, would he currently be running rampant, angry on her behalf over how these people had just tried to rob her dignity and humanity?

Miriallia grabbed Dearka’s blood-smeared wrist and was almost thrown forward at the force behind it. But as though he unconsciously knew who it was that had touched him, Dearka froze. The man whose collar he was holding groaned loudly in pain, but it fell to deaf ears as Dearka slowly turned his head.

There were flecks of blood on his handsome tanned face that had been tightened with a vicious scowl. Hell, there was blood even on his clothes, none of which belonged to him.

Mirialia’s trembling hand reached up to cup him by the cheek, her shimmering sapphire eyes gazing pleadingly right at him, willing him to come back to her. He wasn’t a killer. He wasn’t a monster. He was simply Dearka Elsman, the idiot she had fallen so hopelessly in love with.

“No more,” she whispered in a husky voice. “Please... no more...”

And as though her words had been the key, the man Dearka had been clutching dropped soundly onto the floor and she was pulled into a tight desperate embrace.

“I thought I’d lost you forever,” he whispered so softly and Miriallia could no longer hold the tears. The fear from the past few days and the fear she had felt now from when she had been... attacked... and when she had seen Dearka in such a blood-thirsty state... it all came out at once and she clutched onto him tightly, sobbing into his shirt.

Dearka held onto the back of her head, drawing her closer to him, as if to shield her from the other atrocities of the world.

So close... he had been so close in being too late in protecting her.

But never again.

There will never be a second time.

He could... and he would do better.

For there was no such thing as a sacrifice not worth enacting if it meant keeping Miriallia safe from harm.

::owari::

AN: You know, I've never understood why people think Dearka is such a goofball... well, yeah, I understand in the context that he's very playful and mouthy... but you can tell that his true character isn't like that. Even the official guide-book/fanbook or whatever says that he's treacherous and cunning.

He's just very... gentle?... when it comes to Miriallia because he's unsure of how to handle her. She's something new to him... especially since this entire time, he believed her race to be the enemy. Not to mention, I believe he's a playboy and so, he's never really met an intelligent girl before... and I think he was also taken by not only how cute she is, but by how she held her pain inside instead of lashing out to the Coordinators. Once he realizes just how much he cares for her, you know his true personality will shine. I find him to have a darker, deeper personality than what most people believe. Like he was the only one to remain calm when Nicol was killed, saying that the focus shouldn't be about being sad or angry about it... that they should focus on getting revenge instead. He's also very quick witted with a sharp mouth.

Well... that's my take on him. He's a definite badass, not just a jokster. The thing I like about him the most is that he's a lot more intelligent than people give him credit for. Once you think you have the upper-hand, he attacks you from behind and you won't have time to realize what just happened. Dearka just didn't have that much time to shine since those other characters were the main focus. -____- dumb in my opinion, especially since his relationship with Miriallia could have been a definitely juicy topic to explore.

Rumors - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-03-02T19:04:00.001-08:00

Rumors

It was a bright beautiful day. The sun was shining brilliantly and the sky was as blue as it could be. Even the weather forecast had stated that today was going to be a clear, peaceful day.

...so why was her best friend Kira grabbing onto her shoulder with a constipated look on his face?

Miriallia sighed even as Kira tightly gripped her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Is it true?”

Ho boy. Kira was normally the smart collected type, but if he was starting to bring out questions when she didn’t even know what he was talking about then they had problems. “Kira, start from the beginning. What’s going on with you?”

“Sai told Cagalli who told Athrun who told Lacus who told me that-that,” the bad feeling Miriallia had only grew at how Kira seemed to be freaking out.

“Kira, spit it out.” She bit out, torn between losing her patience and being worried about what could have possibly made Kira into a blubbering mess.

“I-I heard... I heard that y-you’re,” Kira gulped and then looked at her straight in the eye, “pregnant.”

There was a pregnant pause... pun intended.

“WHAT?” Miriallia shrieked so loudly that Kira’s enhanced senses made him feel as though his skull was being split in half. With a yelp, he released her shoulders and clung onto his ears. “I’m WHAT?”

“T-That’s the rumors circulating around the bridge,” Kira said with a wince, regaining his hearing a little.

“Where the hell could people have gotten that conclusion from?” she demanded, grabbing him by the collar as if by shaking him, the answers would somehow surface. “And for goodness sakes, we’re in war! Where the hell would I have the time to get p-p-pregnant and for your information, I’M STILL A VIRGIN!”

And then... somewhere in the distance, she heard a very happy cheer.

Miriallia promptly dropped Kira, her face rapidly paling.

She knew who the culprit of this entire mess was.

“DEARKA ELSMAN!”

::owari::

AN: Haha, just to tell readers, nah, Dearka didn't spread the rumors. He just conned Sai into starting a vaguely worded rumor he knew would escalate to a level like that. Rumors tend to do that, especially if it's spread via the telephone method. xD Dearka's crafty like that.

"What was that for?" - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-01-21T22:54:00.003-08:00

"What was that for?"

With a loud squeak, Miriallia stumbled forward until she landed on the bed. Regaining her bearings, she turned around and would have normally glared angrily at the man in front of her if he wasn’t giving her a fierce glower himself. The normally relaxed playful Coordinator was sporting one of the angriest scowls she had ever seen and for the first time in her life, it seemed to be aimed at her.

Still, she stubbornly resisted him. “What was that for?”

“Are you crazy?” he demanded in a low, tightly controlled voice.

She looked away, unwilling to stare into those intense amethyst colored eyes glowing with emotions. However, she was given no chance to escape. Dearka cupped her chin and pulled her face back, forcing her to gaze into his eyes.

“Miriallia, you of all people know just how dangerous it is right now for people, especially a Natural like you, to be wandering around so close to a Zaft base.” He spoke slowly, though whether it was so that she could hear each and every syllable he spoke or him trying to maintain control over his emotions, she didn’t know.

In fact, she didn’t really care either. Miriallia angrily pushed against his chest, managing to at least pull her face away from his grasp. However, he wasn’t willing to let her go.

Not just yet.

“Does it look like I care what you think? Because if I remember correctly, you’re the one who didn’t care what it was that I cared about!” she snapped, struggling against his tight grip. He probably wasn’t even using his full strength, but she would try to give him at least some sort of fight.

Dearka gritted his teeth, forcing himself to not accidentally break her slender wrist as he tried to subdue her. This woman was so delicate, even if she’d never admit it herself... did she truly understand what would happen if Zaft officials noticed her snooping around and imprisoned her?

Finally he had her pinned down on the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge, but she was given no chance to kick him as he had nestled himself in between them. Their fingers were knitted together as he kept her hands beside her head. And despite how defenseless she was before him, her beautiful sapphire eyes were turned to the side, still refusing to look at him.

His eyes softened at the sight of her so vulnerable and yet so strong. Unable to resist temptation, he leaned forward and pressed his head against her neck. How long has it been since he was this close to her?

She stiffened beneath him. “Don’t get any ideas, you jerk.”

“Look... I’m sorry I wasn’t as understanding as I should’ve been when you decided to become a photojournalist,” he began quietly. “I know... how hard it must’ve been for you... to keep hearing me spout nonsense, especially since I’ve been so selfish...”

She remained quiet.

Damn right he was selfish... he had hurt her when he refused to see her side of the story. Dearka would often revert to his playful side in order to smooth down her anger, but when it involved her desire to be a journalist, not even his sweet side could get her to give in. That should have been his clue on how serious she was about this.

And yet he had allowed their fights to drag on, refusing to take notice of what it was she wanted to do. How she wanted to capture the horror of this war with her photos, to somehow reach out to people –both Coordinators and Naturals alike– in order to show what a pointless and foolish war they were in.

He had hurt her, especially since she had been so understanding when he had returned to the military despite her fears...

Even if he was to apologize right now, she refused to listen. Her anger had yet to abate and she knew he knew this... so why the hell was he spouting this crap right now? It was too early for apologies and attempts to get back together, especially with the restarting of this stupid war.

“But please Miriallia,” she could almost hear the pleading in his voice. “Stop being so reckless. I... I can’t stop you from doing what you want... but at least be safe when you do your job.”

If his hands weren’t holding her down and if she still wasn’t so bitter towards him, she would have wrapped her arms around him and run her fingers through his hair... like old times. The feel of his hard body on top of her brought forth comforting memories of the time when they were together. Soon, she found herself relaxing underneath him while he nuzzled into her pulse.

“I said don’t get any ideas, you jerk,” she repeated though this time, it came out in a quiet murmur, lacking the venom from before. An inner-turmoil was quickly causing destruction in her mind. She couldn’t give into him right now, no matter how nice it felt to be in his arms again.

If she gave in right now, what would this mean in the future? She knew Dearka was in pain with their separation, but she was in pain as well. It was a hard lesson really. However, it was something Dearka needed to engrave deep within him.

She was his equal, be it race or gender. And this meant he needed to respect her wishes, even if it caused him fear or pain.

And besides, the renewal of the war meant that this was no time for them to get back together anyways...

Miriallia sighed. “I’ll... try to be careful. I can’t promise you anything.”

“Trying is good enough for me.” Dearka pulled back and neither of the two voiced out on how they already missed each other’s warmth. However, he refused to release their joined fingers and instead tightened his grip. “Just come back to me safe when this is all over.”

::owari::

Technology - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-01-21T18:35:00.000-08:00

Technology

“Readjusting thirty degrees north,” the computer murmured into Dearka’s earphone as he stared grimly into the screen. He then began to type rapidly into the keyboard, setting more refined coordinates and refocusing the quality of the image.

Dearka stiffened and grumbled under his breath, obviously very irritated.

Shit...

The door to the computer room opened and he heard footsteps enter. With a growl, Dearka leaned backwards, glaring at the screen.

“What are you doing, Elsman?” his commander and childhood friend asked, pulling back Dearka’s seat so he could get a better look at the screen. He hadn’t assigned Dearka any assignments recently so there really shouldn’t be any reason for him to be in the main computer room.

“I can’t do it...”

“Do what?” Yzak asked, looking puzzled at what all the open programs were for.

Obviously the idiot has been hacking around the system files again since Yzak spotted several programs that weren’t normally found even in the main controls. What, Dearka wasn’t able to gain access into certain ports?

Yzak quirked one slender eyebrow at the content on the screens.

Dearka had hacked into one of the roaming satellites of Earth that was still functional. He had done so by first entering Zaft’s state of the art super computers in order to enter such a distant system. After entering the satellites, he had tried to activate the ultra refined telescope-like cameras...

...and those coordinates...

“Dearka,” Yzak began slowly.

“Hm?” the tanned man asked, apparently in deep thought as he tried to solve his problems.

“These coordinates are set for Orb...”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually using Zaft’s computers in order to hack into earth’s satellites so you can spy on Miriallia Haww!”

Dearka blinked at him innocently. “Yeah, why-?”

“YOU IDIOT!” Yzak yelled, smacking Dearka on the head. “DON’T ABUSE TECHNOLOGY FOR YOUR SELFISH NEEDS, YOU STALKER!”

::owari::

AN: Hahaha, bad Dearka! Not to mention, that'd probably start a new war with how the Naturals could start screaming about how Coordinators are spying on them or something. xD

Bittersweet - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-01-15T22:14:00.001-08:00

Bittersweet

When they broke up, it had been bittersweet.

Miriallia understood the reason why he was so adamant in stopping her from pursuing her dream of being a photojournalist. It was dangerous and what with the war restarting, she would most likely be in the front lines the majority of the time. The chances of her getting killed were dangerously high and she knew it would worry him to death.

But... that damn hypocrite!

A soldier worried for her safety when with the resuming of the war he would now literally be in the front lines?

Wasn’t he aware of just how deathly scared she was at the mere idea of him fighting? Of how she still had nightmares of the ‘Signal Lost’ sign flashing repeatedly in front of her when Tolle died? Her heart wouldn’t be able to take another blow that strong... especially when sometimes she felt as though she loved Dearka even more than she had ever loved Tolle.

But despite the fear, despite the pain, she still gave her blessings when he returned to ZAFT. That was his dream, it was where he belonged. She understood that so despite her fears, she supported him when he returned to the military.

And now, when she finally found something she wanted to do, he threw this... this... this crap at her!

They had talked it over so many times, but neither side would budge.

It made Miriallia tear up at how much he loved her and yet couldn’t understand where she was coming from. And it broke her heart when she finally asked that they take a break. She could still remember the shock in his eyes, the horror in the realization just what it was that she was asking for...

But this wasn’t over.

No, they had too much history, too much love, for them to end in such a manner.

Someday they would get back together. That much was for sure.

However, until that time came, they could only cling onto the memories and promises of the future...

Yes, their breakup had been bittersweet indeed.

::owari::

Cinnamon - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-01-15T22:12:00.000-08:00

Cinnamon

The first time Miriallia was kissed by Dearka, it had been soft, sweet, and hesitant. Something that defined Dearka in her opinion.

Yes, she was quite aware of his past with girls. There had been many, hoards of them in fact. Oh the stories she knew that was at the tip of Yzak’s tongue, ready to share all the horrors and gore. However, when it came to her, Miriallia knew he treated her differently.

As though she was something fragile... like glass...

She wasn’t sure if she liked this or not.

The dislike was obvious, but she felt rather touched by his gentle treatment. As Athrun had once pointed out, this proved of Dearka’s strong feelings for her. To him, she was special and he wanted to treat her as such. Not some frivolous fling that would be forgotten after a few weeks, maybe even days... but someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But because of that, she considered him to be sweet.

Sweet like cinnamon in fact.

Many weren’t aware of this, but cinnamon tasted quite bitter by itself. The aroma is wonderful and attractive, causing many to be fooled into thinking that the powder itself would taste great. However, alone, it had a bitterness that would make even the toughest tongue flinch in pain. The true taste of cinnamon can only be reached once it is mixed with the other ingredients, calling forth its true appearance.

Dearka was charming and easily attracted women everywhere with his charismatic personality...

...but it wasn’t until he found his other half that the true sweetness of his personality shined...

::owari::

Hollywood Movie Star - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-01-15T02:59:00.000-08:00

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::

Protection - DearkaxMiriallia

2012-01-15T02:54:00.000-08:00

Protection

“A-Ah, Dearka, I don’t think this was such a good idea!” Miriallia squealed out, clinging to his arms as she desperately tried to maintain her balance over the slippery ice. Her legs trembled as with each movement it felt as though she was going to slip and fall.

Dearka laughed, remaining still as Miriallia tried to find her balance. She was just so cute when she was flustered like this. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt.”

Feeling a little more confident after his reassuring words, Miriallia tried to stand up tall... only to regret it as she immediately lost her footing. “Eep!”

Miriallia fell against Dearka hard and the two went tumbling down onto the ice. She knew they must have landed painfully judging by the loud thud sound. With a panicked squeak, Miriallia tried to scramble off of Dearka to make sure he was okay, but felt strong arms wrap themselves around her small frame.

“See, what did I say? I won’t let you get hurt.” He said cheekily, feeling as though he was in heaven at being able to hold her in his arms like this.

And as Miriallia remained held within his protective grasp, she couldn’t help but feel as though he was talking about much more than just teaching her how to ice skate.

::owari::

The New Beginning!

2012-01-15T02:22:00.000-08:00

Hello, hello, hello!

WARNING! I am a terribly busy person and this place might not get updated often... but recently, I've had this huge craving for good Miriallia centered fics. To those who don't know, Miriallia Haww is one of the characters in the famous Gundam Seed anime show. I love her dearly and wish there were more fanfics of her.

First off, I love her with all pairings! However, DearkaxMiriallia will always and forever have a hold over my heart. They're very charming and I was quite disappointed by how the creators focused on the other characters when these two had so much potential in showing how to bridge the gap between Coordinators and Naturals. It was such a total waste and a complete miss by the creators in my humble opinion.

Anyways, what's done is done and I can't do anything about it... unless I was filthy rich, but seeing as though that's not the case, all I can do is dream and write fanfics for them. >___<

Hope you Miriallia fans enjoy!!