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Fandom: Gundam Seed
Title: Hatred, Alliances, and Supply Closets
Author/Artist: Sun_Star_Moon
Theme(s): #27 High and Mighty
Pairing/Characters: Yzak x Mirialla
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Gundam Seed
She glared at the boy in from of her. Dearka had told her about his silver-haired friend, but nothing could have prepared her for actually meeting him. He was cocky, rude, insufferable, stubborn, and arrogant, along with just plain mean. She had long since decided that she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. So now, whenever Dearka would go talk to Yzak, she would go back on the ship. Sure, she had gotten a couple odd looks from the pilots, but she ignored them. In her opinion, if Yzak couldn’t be nice to her, she was just going to ignore him.
Mirialla was practically shaken out of her thought by Sai, “You’ve been staring at that guy with the silver hair for a long time.”
“What,” she glanced at the pilot to discover that he was staring at her. OR, rather, he was glaring at her relentlessly. “Why would I stare at someone like him? He thinks he’s so far above Naturals. Mr. Thinks-he’s-high-and-oh-so-mighty is what they should call him.”
Sai only shook his head and grinned, “Whatever you say, Miri.”
Dearka grinned at his friend, “SI what’s wrong with Miri today?”
Yzak glared, “She’s insufferable. She thinks she’s so mighty and so much better than Coordinators. Look she won’t even come talk to us,” he noted as the girl made her way back to the ship.
‘Correction, she won’t talk to you,’ Dearka thought with a grin. “You so like her,” he teased the Duel pilot.
“What? No way! She’s…ahhh,” Yzak was officially flustered, something that Dearka never thought he’d see happen.
“Admit it,” Dearka grinned, “You like her. Otherwise you wouldn’t notice things like that about her, making a new accusation every day. Plus, why does it matter to you if she doesn’t come talk to us?”
Without a sound, Yzak turned and started walking towards the ship. In a final shake of anger he turned around and yelled, “I do not like her!”
“Get out of my way,” he growled at the brown-haired girl.
“No,” Mirialla shook her head, “Say please.”
“Yeah right,” he bent down to her eyelevel, “Are you going to make me say please?”
Exasperated she asked, “Would you just move already?”
“No.”
“Why not,” Mirialla managed to growl out. She rarely growled, but this guy ticked her off. Who did he think he was?
He smirked, “Because I don’t want to.”
As she pushed past him, she whispered, “I hate you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” he snarled back as he watched her slowly disappear around a corner, “I hate her,” he whispered to himself. But it wasn’t a simple statement. It was almost like he was trying to convince himself.
“So you think he likes her,” Sai asked the blonde boy.
“Definitely,” Dearka smirked, “He just doesn’t’ want to admit it because she’s a Natural.”
Sai grinned evilly, “So what’s the plan.”
“What are you doing here?”
Miri looked up into the glare of Yzak, “I,” she growled, “Was asked by one of my superiors to get supplies. Not that that is any of your business.”
“Humph, stupid woman,” he continued going through various boxes and crates in the storage room.
“Who are you calling stupid, stupid!”
Just as Yzak was about to reply, they heard a click and a buzzing noise. “Please,” Miri begged, “Tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.”
Yzak searched the door and the wall. “Someone must have locked it from the outside. There’s no way out through this door.”
“Great,” Miri groaned. A thought came to her, which she quickly voiced, “Why are you in the Archangel’s storage room?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Yzak glared, “But I was asked to get medical supplies.”
Miri snorted, “Yeah right, you were stealing from our storage supply.”
“I was not!”
Resisting the urge to burst out laughing, she was teasing him; she egged him on. After all, they could be stuck in there for hours and she needed some entertainment, “Liar.”
“Stupid woman,” Yzak approached her, glaring as usual, “What do you know? You’re a Natural.”
“What does my being a Natural have to do with anything,” she practically screamed in anger. Why was being a Natural such an insult when he said it she distantly wondered.
“Everything,” he smirked, but suddenly became aware of how close they were standing. ‘You like her,’ Dearka’s words echoed through his mind, ‘I do not,’ he wanted to yell as he backed up and sat on a nearby crate, hardly noticing her glare.
“Since when does being a Natural make everything wrong? Huh?” But he wasn’t listening. Why did he always notice her so often, he asked himself. Why did he stare at her so often and for so long? How did he always know when she was in the area? He had always thought the electricity he felt looking at her was hatred, but now he wasn’t so sure. Just looking at her now made him feel slightly…giddy. Then he noticed she was still talking. Right in his face. Close enough that he could kiss her. “Are you even listening to me,” she asked, giving him a cold look, a blush staining her cheeks.
‘Why’s he staring at me,’ she thought inwardly. The thought of such a handsome man staring at her made her blush. Then scowl. He was not handsome, not nearly as good-looking as Tolle. But, he was nice sometimes…occasionally…once in a while. And he could be funny… when he didn’t mean to be, which was all the time. Why was she thinking about this? It wasn’t like she liked him, despite what Sai had implied. It wasn’t like she got shivers all over her body whenever he looked at her or if she ever wondered what it would be like to run her fingers through his gorgeous silvery-white hair. Nope. Never.
Who was she kidding? She was a hormonal teenager who loved having a passionate hating relationship with the Coordinator man. She loved just having a relationship with him. It didn’t matter what kind of relationship it was.
“Is there some reason you’re standing so close to me,” he snarled.
Studying his face, she managed to breathe out, “Yes.”
Taking her by surprise, his lips came crashing over hers, locking her body flush against his. When the broke apart she asked in gasps, “What-was-that?”
Instead of replying verbally, his lips crashed against hers again. “A-kiss,” he replied between kisses.
“What-mmhmph- does-ahh-this mean?”
“I-mmhm-like-heh- you.” ‘I’ve got to thank Dearka later…after acting like nothing has happened in here.’
“I-like-you-too,” ‘Thank you Sai,’ she smiled, guessing who locked them in there.
“Hey Dearka, do you think they’ve admitted they like each other yet?”
“Nope. Let’s give them a couple more hours. They’re probably still arguing.” ‘You better thank me later, Yzak.’ The grin on his face held a perverted edge as he wondered what they were doing. “By the end of today Operation High and Mighty should be successful.”
The End
Title: Hatred, Alliances, and Supply Closets
Author/Artist: Sun_Star_Moon
Theme(s): #27 High and Mighty
Pairing/Characters: Yzak x Mirialla
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Gundam Seed
She glared at the boy in from of her. Dearka had told her about his silver-haired friend, but nothing could have prepared her for actually meeting him. He was cocky, rude, insufferable, stubborn, and arrogant, along with just plain mean. She had long since decided that she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. So now, whenever Dearka would go talk to Yzak, she would go back on the ship. Sure, she had gotten a couple odd looks from the pilots, but she ignored them. In her opinion, if Yzak couldn’t be nice to her, she was just going to ignore him.
Mirialla was practically shaken out of her thought by Sai, “You’ve been staring at that guy with the silver hair for a long time.”
“What,” she glanced at the pilot to discover that he was staring at her. OR, rather, he was glaring at her relentlessly. “Why would I stare at someone like him? He thinks he’s so far above Naturals. Mr. Thinks-he’s-high-and-oh-so-mighty is what they should call him.”
Sai only shook his head and grinned, “Whatever you say, Miri.”
Dearka grinned at his friend, “SI what’s wrong with Miri today?”
Yzak glared, “She’s insufferable. She thinks she’s so mighty and so much better than Coordinators. Look she won’t even come talk to us,” he noted as the girl made her way back to the ship.
‘Correction, she won’t talk to you,’ Dearka thought with a grin. “You so like her,” he teased the Duel pilot.
“What? No way! She’s…ahhh,” Yzak was officially flustered, something that Dearka never thought he’d see happen.
“Admit it,” Dearka grinned, “You like her. Otherwise you wouldn’t notice things like that about her, making a new accusation every day. Plus, why does it matter to you if she doesn’t come talk to us?”
Without a sound, Yzak turned and started walking towards the ship. In a final shake of anger he turned around and yelled, “I do not like her!”
“Get out of my way,” he growled at the brown-haired girl.
“No,” Mirialla shook her head, “Say please.”
“Yeah right,” he bent down to her eyelevel, “Are you going to make me say please?”
Exasperated she asked, “Would you just move already?”
“No.”
“Why not,” Mirialla managed to growl out. She rarely growled, but this guy ticked her off. Who did he think he was?
He smirked, “Because I don’t want to.”
As she pushed past him, she whispered, “I hate you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” he snarled back as he watched her slowly disappear around a corner, “I hate her,” he whispered to himself. But it wasn’t a simple statement. It was almost like he was trying to convince himself.
“So you think he likes her,” Sai asked the blonde boy.
“Definitely,” Dearka smirked, “He just doesn’t’ want to admit it because she’s a Natural.”
Sai grinned evilly, “So what’s the plan.”
“What are you doing here?”
Miri looked up into the glare of Yzak, “I,” she growled, “Was asked by one of my superiors to get supplies. Not that that is any of your business.”
“Humph, stupid woman,” he continued going through various boxes and crates in the storage room.
“Who are you calling stupid, stupid!”
Just as Yzak was about to reply, they heard a click and a buzzing noise. “Please,” Miri begged, “Tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.”
Yzak searched the door and the wall. “Someone must have locked it from the outside. There’s no way out through this door.”
“Great,” Miri groaned. A thought came to her, which she quickly voiced, “Why are you in the Archangel’s storage room?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Yzak glared, “But I was asked to get medical supplies.”
Miri snorted, “Yeah right, you were stealing from our storage supply.”
“I was not!”
Resisting the urge to burst out laughing, she was teasing him; she egged him on. After all, they could be stuck in there for hours and she needed some entertainment, “Liar.”
“Stupid woman,” Yzak approached her, glaring as usual, “What do you know? You’re a Natural.”
“What does my being a Natural have to do with anything,” she practically screamed in anger. Why was being a Natural such an insult when he said it she distantly wondered.
“Everything,” he smirked, but suddenly became aware of how close they were standing. ‘You like her,’ Dearka’s words echoed through his mind, ‘I do not,’ he wanted to yell as he backed up and sat on a nearby crate, hardly noticing her glare.
“Since when does being a Natural make everything wrong? Huh?” But he wasn’t listening. Why did he always notice her so often, he asked himself. Why did he stare at her so often and for so long? How did he always know when she was in the area? He had always thought the electricity he felt looking at her was hatred, but now he wasn’t so sure. Just looking at her now made him feel slightly…giddy. Then he noticed she was still talking. Right in his face. Close enough that he could kiss her. “Are you even listening to me,” she asked, giving him a cold look, a blush staining her cheeks.
‘Why’s he staring at me,’ she thought inwardly. The thought of such a handsome man staring at her made her blush. Then scowl. He was not handsome, not nearly as good-looking as Tolle. But, he was nice sometimes…occasionally…once in a while. And he could be funny… when he didn’t mean to be, which was all the time. Why was she thinking about this? It wasn’t like she liked him, despite what Sai had implied. It wasn’t like she got shivers all over her body whenever he looked at her or if she ever wondered what it would be like to run her fingers through his gorgeous silvery-white hair. Nope. Never.
Who was she kidding? She was a hormonal teenager who loved having a passionate hating relationship with the Coordinator man. She loved just having a relationship with him. It didn’t matter what kind of relationship it was.
“Is there some reason you’re standing so close to me,” he snarled.
Studying his face, she managed to breathe out, “Yes.”
Taking her by surprise, his lips came crashing over hers, locking her body flush against his. When the broke apart she asked in gasps, “What-was-that?”
Instead of replying verbally, his lips crashed against hers again. “A-kiss,” he replied between kisses.
“What-mmhmph- does-ahh-this mean?”
“I-mmhm-like-heh- you.” ‘I’ve got to thank Dearka later…after acting like nothing has happened in here.’
“I-like-you-too,” ‘Thank you Sai,’ she smiled, guessing who locked them in there.
“Hey Dearka, do you think they’ve admitted they like each other yet?”
“Nope. Let’s give them a couple more hours. They’re probably still arguing.” ‘You better thank me later, Yzak.’ The grin on his face held a perverted edge as he wondered what they were doing. “By the end of today Operation High and Mighty should be successful.”
The End