[FIC, CLAIM] One Helpless Man (GSD, DeaMiri, Drabble)
Title: One Helpless Man
Author: misteline
Pairing: Dearka x Miriallia
Ratings/Warnings: K+/language
Fandom: Gundam SEED/Destiny
Theme: #1 Way of the samurai or Hakama for 10_au
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam SEED/Destiny or any of its characters.
Summary: [Alternate Universe] Miriallia is helping Dearka get ready for a very important appointment.
Author's Notes: Aww, I think this turned out a lot better than I thought it was. Every time I plan something it usually comes out looking like nothing I had first thought it was going to be.
"I'm off Mir," an enthusiastic Dearka said as he stepped down to slid the front door open.
"Hold on Dearka!" Miriallia shouted as she came rushing down stairs with a orange and white Kimono with fire works patterns on it. The very same one that Dearka had purchased for her with all of his savings for her birthday last year. "You look like a mess," she said, sighing, as she finally caught up to him.
The blond merely rolled his eyes as he slowly turned around. "Well, excuse me," he said sarcastically.
Miriallia shook her head in disbelief. "Really, Dearka," she said as she reached out for the cloth that tied his hakama together and began loosening it.
Immediately, Dearka's violet eyes widened as he instantly backed away in surprise. "WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! MIRIALLIA!"
The brunette looked up at him and narrowed her eyes upon realizing what he thought she was about to do. "Get you mind of the gutter, buster!" She said as she approached him again.
This time the tanned skinned man extended a hand to stop her and said, "Miriallia, I know I'm fine, but damn could you keep your hands to yourself for just a couple of seconds! I've got somewhere to be," Dearka said dramatically and smirked at her.
A cherry-red blushed steamed onto the brunette's face. "Dearka, that's not what I meant," she shouted.
"Oh really?"
"Yes!"
"So you did mean it?"
"No!" She blushed harder.
The blond smirked and decided that he'd had enough of teasing her.
"What'd you mean, then?"
"Your hakama isn't straight so I wanted to fix it for you," she said shyly, letting her head bow slightly in embarrassment.
Dearka looked down at his obi. She was right it was a bit untidy. It'd be for the best if he had gotten that fixed ASAP, because he was quickly reminded how much Yzak hated it when he wasn't looking absolutely perfect around him. "Sorry, Mir," Dearka said as he scratched the back of his head slyly. "It was only a joke. I swear." He then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
After hearing that she smiled a bit, "Okay... You're forgiven, but I want you to know that the world doesn't revolve around you and all that is Dearka, got it?"
He saluted her lazily. "Got it!"
Her smile widened and she said, "Now, come here."
He did as he was told and carefully watched as Miriallia's soft and delicate hands worked on his obi and straightened it out perfectly. Seriously, what would he do without her?
~FIN
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Author: misteline
Pairing: Dearka x Miriallia
Ratings/Warnings: K+/language
Fandom: Gundam SEED/Destiny
Theme: #1 Way of the samurai or Hakama for 10_au
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam SEED/Destiny or any of its characters.
Summary: [Alternate Universe] Miriallia is helping Dearka get ready for a very important appointment.
Author's Notes: Aww, I think this turned out a lot better than I thought it was. Every time I plan something it usually comes out looking like nothing I had first thought it was going to be.
"I'm off Mir," an enthusiastic Dearka said as he stepped down to slid the front door open.
"Hold on Dearka!" Miriallia shouted as she came rushing down stairs with a orange and white Kimono with fire works patterns on it. The very same one that Dearka had purchased for her with all of his savings for her birthday last year. "You look like a mess," she said, sighing, as she finally caught up to him.
The blond merely rolled his eyes as he slowly turned around. "Well, excuse me," he said sarcastically.
Miriallia shook her head in disbelief. "Really, Dearka," she said as she reached out for the cloth that tied his hakama together and began loosening it.
Immediately, Dearka's violet eyes widened as he instantly backed away in surprise. "WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! MIRIALLIA!"
The brunette looked up at him and narrowed her eyes upon realizing what he thought she was about to do. "Get you mind of the gutter, buster!" She said as she approached him again.
This time the tanned skinned man extended a hand to stop her and said, "Miriallia, I know I'm fine, but damn could you keep your hands to yourself for just a couple of seconds! I've got somewhere to be," Dearka said dramatically and smirked at her.
A cherry-red blushed steamed onto the brunette's face. "Dearka, that's not what I meant," she shouted.
"Oh really?"
"Yes!"
"So you did mean it?"
"No!" She blushed harder.
The blond smirked and decided that he'd had enough of teasing her.
"What'd you mean, then?"
"Your hakama isn't straight so I wanted to fix it for you," she said shyly, letting her head bow slightly in embarrassment.
Dearka looked down at his obi. She was right it was a bit untidy. It'd be for the best if he had gotten that fixed ASAP, because he was quickly reminded how much Yzak hated it when he wasn't looking absolutely perfect around him. "Sorry, Mir," Dearka said as he scratched the back of his head slyly. "It was only a joke. I swear." He then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
After hearing that she smiled a bit, "Okay... You're forgiven, but I want you to know that the world doesn't revolve around you and all that is Dearka, got it?"
He saluted her lazily. "Got it!"
Her smile widened and she said, "Now, come here."
He did as he was told and carefully watched as Miriallia's soft and delicate hands worked on his obi and straightened it out perfectly. Seriously, what would he do without her?
~FIN
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