Gundam SEED Fan Fiction ❯ Seed or Destiny? ❯ Attraction ( Chapter 10 )
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By: jgal 
30 gundams, theme 3&4 - yzak miri
Anime/Manga: Gundam SEED Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
30 gundams, theme 3&4 - yzak miri
Anime/Manga: Gundam SEED Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
Title: Attraction?
Fandom: Gundam Seed/Destiny
Genre(s): General; hints of slight romance (Yzak/Miri)
Rating: PG-13
Theme(s): #3 - interest, #4 -Curiousity
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny
Author's notes: Just something I'd written last night...
Summary: Miriallia found herself thinking of a certain silver-haired coordinator ...
***
Miriallia Haww frowned, not understanding the reason behind her constant insomniac. She didn't have any sleeping pills with her, for she hadn't had problems falling asleep before now. That is until recently, all her mind could think of was of a certain silver-haired coordinator.
Yzak Jule was his name, being the only son of Eriza Jule, and currently a commander of ZAFT, military forces of PLANT. She knew nothing about him except for those been reflected on the latter's profile record, and that he was a good friend of Dearka Elthman, a fellow blonde haired coordinator whom she had befriended during the period whereby the latter had been a prisoner of war on board the Archangel.
She does not understand why she couldn't seem to stop herself from thinking about this particular young man, when she hadn't even spoke to her until the latter escorted Dearka back on board Archangel to receive medical attention during the final battle taking place in Yakin Due.
Throwing off the covers, she made her way over to the balcony adjoining her room. Settling herself comfortably in the armchair which her mother had insisted on placing it there, when they'd first decorated the house. Initially, she had thought it to be a waste of space area but her mother had said otherwise, claiming it will be good for watching sunrise. Now that she think of it, she's glad that she had went along to follow her mother's advice for not getting rid of the armchair. Since she knew there's no point in catching on some sleep, she'd decided to wait for the sunrise instead.
She had just been about to brew herself some coffee for breakfast later on, when she heard the unmistakenable rang of her doorbell. Looking at the time reflected on the alarm clock sitting by her night stand, she couldn't help but wonder who would be calling on her, at this early of time. It wasn't even time for dawn yet, curious to see who would risk the possibility of waking her from her slumber, if she had been sleeping; just to pay her a visit, she decided to answer the door.
Pulling her front door open without checking to see who's out there, she was met by the sight of a smartly dressed gentleman. Upon closer inspection, she realized it to be the man who had haunted her dreams for the past few weeks. Yzak Jule, dressed promptly in unmistakenable ZAFT commander uniform, was standing tall and proud at her doorstep. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words were formed, for she had suddenly lost her ability to speak. Realizing that she was probably been rude by staring and gaping like a fish, she gestured for Yzak to enter the house as an invitation.
The latter didn't need another hint to know he'd been invited, he merely crossed over to where the couch were situated and flopped himself comfortably on the seat. As soon as the door closes behind them, Miriallia finally gathered herself together and asked if the latter need some coffee.
"Sure, that is if it's not much of a hassle." Yzak responded politely.
"Aa... no, I'm about to brew some for myself..." Miriallia answered, as she busied herself with the coffee brewer.
Taking two mugs off the shelves, she pour the hot steaming coffee into them and took them over to the table. Handing Yzak his mug, she took her own and sipped slowly.
"So... what brings you over here at this early of time?" Miriallia couldn't help but asked.
Yzak took his time as he pondered over the question, before speaking up. "No idea, I'm just in the neighbourhood... so I decided to pay everyone I know over the years a visit."
"Huh?" Miriallia was baffled, "At this early of time?" she asked.
"Oh... well, I've a shuttle ride back to PLANT scheduled in a while, so... this is the only period of time whereby I'm given free time to do what I want." Yzak responded.
"Aa... so you're here on political reason?" Miriallia asked, her reporter instincts awaken.
"Yeah... kind of... there's a lot of things that are needed to negotiate between ORB and PLANT itself..." Yzak replied, a frown marring his features.
"And you are chosen for the task because ?" Miriallia prompted.
Yzak let out an ironic laugh, and responded. "I didn't know I'm scheduled for an interview with you..."
"Aa... sorry, it's just my reporter instinct getting the upper hand of me... " Miriallia apologized, a faint tinge of pink forming on her cheeks.
"No... it's fine, I know... I had a tendency to use superior tone to Dearka at times too... Even if it's during a gathering between friends..." Yzak said. "Well... just to satisfy your curiousity... I'm chosen for the task because they deemed it 'easier' for someone who'd ties with the ministry of ORB to do the task. They think it will be easier to settle the matters if there's someone whom the other party could trust to make things worked out... Being a previous pilot during both wars, and having been friends with the Archangel crew... I'll be the perfect person for the job."
"Aa... I see..." Miriallia responded vaguely.
A tranquil silence hung between them, until Yzak broke the peaceful silence. "Well...I'll have to get going, I'd a shuttle to catch..."
"Aa... sure, I'll walk you to the door." Miriallia stood and placed the mug on the tea table, as Yzak followed her lead to the front door.
Behind them, the first ray of sun shone on the two half-empty mugs.
~Owari~
date started: 22/08/05
date completed: 22/08/05
date revised: 23/08/05
Fandom: Gundam Seed/Destiny
Genre(s): General; hints of slight romance (Yzak/Miri)
Rating: PG-13
Theme(s): #3 - interest, #4 -Curiousity
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny
Author's notes: Just something I'd written last night...
Summary: Miriallia found herself thinking of a certain silver-haired coordinator ...
***
Miriallia Haww frowned, not understanding the reason behind her constant insomniac. She didn't have any sleeping pills with her, for she hadn't had problems falling asleep before now. That is until recently, all her mind could think of was of a certain silver-haired coordinator.
Yzak Jule was his name, being the only son of Eriza Jule, and currently a commander of ZAFT, military forces of PLANT. She knew nothing about him except for those been reflected on the latter's profile record, and that he was a good friend of Dearka Elthman, a fellow blonde haired coordinator whom she had befriended during the period whereby the latter had been a prisoner of war on board the Archangel.
She does not understand why she couldn't seem to stop herself from thinking about this particular young man, when she hadn't even spoke to her until the latter escorted Dearka back on board Archangel to receive medical attention during the final battle taking place in Yakin Due.
Throwing off the covers, she made her way over to the balcony adjoining her room. Settling herself comfortably in the armchair which her mother had insisted on placing it there, when they'd first decorated the house. Initially, she had thought it to be a waste of space area but her mother had said otherwise, claiming it will be good for watching sunrise. Now that she think of it, she's glad that she had went along to follow her mother's advice for not getting rid of the armchair. Since she knew there's no point in catching on some sleep, she'd decided to wait for the sunrise instead.
She had just been about to brew herself some coffee for breakfast later on, when she heard the unmistakenable rang of her doorbell. Looking at the time reflected on the alarm clock sitting by her night stand, she couldn't help but wonder who would be calling on her, at this early of time. It wasn't even time for dawn yet, curious to see who would risk the possibility of waking her from her slumber, if she had been sleeping; just to pay her a visit, she decided to answer the door.
Pulling her front door open without checking to see who's out there, she was met by the sight of a smartly dressed gentleman. Upon closer inspection, she realized it to be the man who had haunted her dreams for the past few weeks. Yzak Jule, dressed promptly in unmistakenable ZAFT commander uniform, was standing tall and proud at her doorstep. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words were formed, for she had suddenly lost her ability to speak. Realizing that she was probably been rude by staring and gaping like a fish, she gestured for Yzak to enter the house as an invitation.
The latter didn't need another hint to know he'd been invited, he merely crossed over to where the couch were situated and flopped himself comfortably on the seat. As soon as the door closes behind them, Miriallia finally gathered herself together and asked if the latter need some coffee.
"Sure, that is if it's not much of a hassle." Yzak responded politely.
"Aa... no, I'm about to brew some for myself..." Miriallia answered, as she busied herself with the coffee brewer.
Taking two mugs off the shelves, she pour the hot steaming coffee into them and took them over to the table. Handing Yzak his mug, she took her own and sipped slowly.
"So... what brings you over here at this early of time?" Miriallia couldn't help but asked.
Yzak took his time as he pondered over the question, before speaking up. "No idea, I'm just in the neighbourhood... so I decided to pay everyone I know over the years a visit."
"Huh?" Miriallia was baffled, "At this early of time?" she asked.
"Oh... well, I've a shuttle ride back to PLANT scheduled in a while, so... this is the only period of time whereby I'm given free time to do what I want." Yzak responded.
"Aa... so you're here on political reason?" Miriallia asked, her reporter instincts awaken.
"Yeah... kind of... there's a lot of things that are needed to negotiate between ORB and PLANT itself..." Yzak replied, a frown marring his features.
"And you are chosen for the task because ?" Miriallia prompted.
Yzak let out an ironic laugh, and responded. "I didn't know I'm scheduled for an interview with you..."
"Aa... sorry, it's just my reporter instinct getting the upper hand of me... " Miriallia apologized, a faint tinge of pink forming on her cheeks.
"No... it's fine, I know... I had a tendency to use superior tone to Dearka at times too... Even if it's during a gathering between friends..." Yzak said. "Well... just to satisfy your curiousity... I'm chosen for the task because they deemed it 'easier' for someone who'd ties with the ministry of ORB to do the task. They think it will be easier to settle the matters if there's someone whom the other party could trust to make things worked out... Being a previous pilot during both wars, and having been friends with the Archangel crew... I'll be the perfect person for the job."
"Aa... I see..." Miriallia responded vaguely.
A tranquil silence hung between them, until Yzak broke the peaceful silence. "Well...I'll have to get going, I'd a shuttle to catch..."
"Aa... sure, I'll walk you to the door." Miriallia stood and placed the mug on the tea table, as Yzak followed her lead to the front door.
Behind them, the first ray of sun shone on the two half-empty mugs.
~Owari~
date started: 22/08/05
date completed: 22/08/05
date revised: 23/08/05