Author/Artist: Veldspar aka Ataiki
Pairing: Dearka Elthman x Miriallia Haww
Fandom: Gundam SEED / Gundam SEED DESTINY
Theme: #5 ("ano sa" ("hey, you know...."))
Disclaimer: Gundam SEED and its characters belong to Sunrise and Bandai. Please don't sue. I'm already poor... don't make it worse... ;_; PLEASE! /cries...
"Why are you following me around?" Millie asked, an irritated look upon her face. Actually, to say she was irritated was an understatement - she was just about ready to kill the blonde idiot if he kept this up. She HAD tried before, and sometimes, she wondered why she had stopped Flay from putting a cap in his head.
"Me?" he asked, an innocent look on his face, pretending to look at the ceiling as he slouched. "Nah, I'm not following you. Just heading in the same direction.'
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, but go no further reaction out of him as he plastered a just-passing-through-don't-mind-me look on his face. What the hell is he thinking? And why, of all people, is he following ME around?
Huffing, she spun around and stalked off towards the mess hall, glowering as she realized she could still hear his footsteps not too far behind.
She stormed into the mess, automatically earning averted gazes and a lot of personal space as the Archangel's crew slowly sidestepped away from her in what they hoped was an unobtrusive fashion. And she could still hear him behind. He might as well have been whistling.
Ignore. He's just here for the food. He's just here for the food.
She took a deep breath as she placed her orders, and hurried to a table with her tray of food. Sai was on duty, and Tolle... She bit her lip as she tried to fight back sudden tears. Dammit, I WILL not cry. Not here. Not in public. ESPECIALLY not while that blonde excuse for a jackass is around. Somehow, she managed to get herself under control, and began to eat. Never mind that she looked like she was tearing raw flesh off a carcass as she wolfed down her lunch.
"Is this seat taken?"
She glanced up, back at her food, then glared at Dearka with a look that would've left him as nothing but smouldering boots if she'd had her way. He grinned at her in an almost goofy way that made her want to smack him. Hard. Anything to get that smile off his face.
Admittedly, he wasn't QUITE as bad as she first thought, but he was still a ZAFT pilot. And as far as she cared, all ZAFT pilots belonged in the sun where they could burn for eternity.
She ground her teeth together as he sat down in that smooth way of his. It was almost feline. He shot her another million megawatt grin, which fell rather flat, together with his face. Apparently, he wasn't used to not having a girl swoon and fall into his arms when he exercised his charm.
She closed her eyes for a second as he dug into his food, then pushed herself rather violently away from the table, sadistically happy that he scrambled to right his glass of water and his small bowl of soup. "I'm not hungry," she said loudly, as she grabbed the tray, with most of the food still on it, and stalked off, shoving the tray and its contents into a recycle point on the way out of the mess hall.
He shrugged and laughed nervously as the others stared at him, then after her. Suddenly embarassed, he tucked into his food a little faster than usual, quickly finishing it off, and dumping the tray in the recycle bin as he beat a hasty retreat.
He sighed as the door sighed closed behind him, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to figure out where she'd gone now.
Still, he guess she'd be easy to find.
He never expected to be grabbed by his arm and slammed into a wall as he turned a corner though.
"Why the HELL are you following me?" Millie growled as she tightened the hold on his arm, twisting it in a way he found distinctly uncomfortable. He was tempted to slap the wall in surrender, but she'd probably twist harder.
He yelped a little, wondering why, as a Coordinator, he couldn't just shrug out of the grip and pin HER instead... then again, dislocating his shoulder seemed a tad too drastic for that.
"Errrrr... Let me go first?"
She twisted a little.
"OK! OK! Jeez, woman!"
"Why have you been following me around these last couple of days?"
She twisted harder.
"OK! I LIKE you, OK?! NOW LEGGO MY ARM!!!"
She blinked, and he slid out of her grip as her hands involuntarily went slack. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," he replied as he fought to keep his face blank. He figured it wasn't working from the way his cheeks were burning, but he had to try. ... Ah, screw this.
Turning as quickly as he could so she couldn't see him turn the colour of a tomato under his tan, he walked away down the corridor, leaving Millie stunned.
Did... Did he just?... She blinked again. What on earth was that?!
Shaking her head, she began the walk back to her quarters, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Watching her as she walked away as he peeked from the end of the corridor, that was exactly what he was thinking. He wasn't sure what on earth he was thinking or doing either, and that... sudden outburst was just as unexpected for him as it was for her. Shaking his head, he started down the corridor to his quarters.
He needed to think. He really needed to think.