A Kira and Lacus FanFic
Summary: Soon, he will realize through this final distance that for one moment in his life...he did love her.
Chapter 1: Memories
The night was cold, still, very silent; and as the breeze played with her hair dazzled in pink, a sigh reached out to the night sky. The once courageous-looking eyes of hers looked blankly at the shoreline from the balcony of her room, cloudy and afraid.
On her right hand she clasped a letter, the reason why she was all too emotional to think clearly. The memories returned like a bolt of lightning just hit her on the head, and what made it so painful was the thought that it will all happen to her again. A tear escaped her eyes... then the rest of them followed.
"I can't go back...I just can't," she whispered.
Lacus Clyne drew her head back and shook it gently. It wasn't the time for her to be thinking like this because she wasn't really sure if... the rest of the Clyne Family knew she was here, and still alive.
Looking away, she turned around and went back to her room trying to find a solution to her problems.
If ever her relatives will find her, she'll return to the solitary world she once knew when a child. Being trapped inside the huge walls of her grandfather's mansion, alone; chased away by the rest of her cousins, the source of jealousy of her aunt's and uncles and the hatred they felt against her only because she was the daughter of Sherwin Clyne's favorite son, Siegel Clyne. Lacus never felt happier the day she and her father moved out of that house to live on their own!
Her body shivered, a strange and depressing feeling. She placed the letter inside her drawer...wait, did she lock the door? Instantly she went for the door. It had to be locked or else...
The door opened, her feet stopped walking, eyes looking up and it met his. Her mind searched for an excuse to tell him why she was crying and defensively she began to speak but instead found herself falling. Was this a symptom of depression? If it was then obviously he would know. She had many sleepless nights since she received that letter.
Kira Yamato's strong arms gently reached for her shoulders and stopped her fall, though her face had accidentally rested on his chest already. She could sense, just by his grip on her, he was shaking. A smile escape her lips, the thought made her laugh inside.
He straightened her up but did not make any brave attempts to look her in the eyes. The contact was too...intimate.
"Sorry, did I startle you Lacus?" his voice came.
Slowly, she pulled back but his hands were still on hold her. The breeze that came from the window touched them. It was cold and in their situation, she was tempted to dive into his arms for warmth...but she could not do that.
The trance she was in faded and her head looked up to his tall, handsome features with a weak smile on her lips.
"Sorry..." she whispered, and then pulled away from his lulling touch. It felt like she was stripped off of everything but man, it was just his touch!
Kira's eyes looked at her from arm's distance, her pink locks on that pale face, the slender and beautiful figure and the piercing blue eyes making him blush a light red.
This is getting too... unbearable.
Yet, for what reason?
"I was just checking if everyone was already asleep," he calmly told her. "But I guess...you- you're still awake."
She nodded her head then silence intervened. She came to embrace herself as the cold got the better of the place, her face looked at the empty floor but she could see hit bare feet. There were no words to be spoken right now but Lacus felt like she needed to tell him, needed to let him know or else...
"I guess...you should sleep now," slowly, he approached her and touched the cold, frail hands. Startled was her reaction and before she could protest, Kira had embraced her tightly. The longing was so great that she instantly melted into his arms, almost crying.
He knew and he was not that blind to see her affections for him. And surely this was not an indication that he was just pleasing her just because of what she was feeling. There was another reason behind this; he knew it just by the feel of her soft flesh against his.
It was really rare for him to do this or maybe he was just worried- worried because he knew about her sleepless nights but hated himself for not knowing why she had those sleepless nights. There was a great void inside of him that he wanted to fill using this moment; and as he pulled her closer, as he lulled himself to the sweet scent of her hair...she was crying inside. It felt so incredibly painful to be in this situation with him without assurance of his feelings for her. She needed to know now or else...she will have no other choice but to go back.
"Is something wrong? You've been acting weird lately, Lacus."
There was a moment of silence before Kira realized Lacus had slumbered herself to sleep in his arms. It made him blush. Whatsoever was happening to her, he'll gather enough courage to ask her tomorrow... and he pulled her closer to him.
The next day, Kira felt as if last night was just a dream. Lacus was playing happily outside with the orphans, as they splashed eachother on the shoreline. The smile on her face seemed to return as some children jumped on her back, laughing with delight. Hadn't he told himself last night that he'll ask her about her problem today?
Yeah, well...but I don't want her to...what? This sucks...
Lazily he sat on the chair, thinking of a good way to approach her. This was more challenging than anything he'd ever experience!
What to do? What to say?
The intense laughter of the children outside caught his attention. He stood up and faced the window just in time for him to see Lacus making a graceful turn. Her hair swayed gracefully and her body so...
"I think you should go outside and play too, Kira..."
The trance he was in faded and he looked back and saw reverend Malchio.
"It's unfair for Lacus if you'd be resting at this early an hour,"
Kira smiled, "Yeah, I guess you're right..." he moved past him and went outside to where the girl that had been bothering his mind was. "Kira...?"
He stopped on his tracks and looked back. "Is Lacus having a problem? Aren't you going to ask her?"
His hands formed fists and he flinched. "I'm...I'm still finding enough courage to ask her... about that, sir."
Lacus watched as the children played. This feeling never felt happier and she was contented. The more she thought about this, the more she hated to go back to her grandfather's mansion where everyone who hated her lived...
"I figured I'd find you here, Lacus..."
...or maybe she forgot.
Slowly, she turned around and her mouth hung loosely. An abandoned feeling returned to her- a feeling she once forgot because of its antiquity. He stood there, with his ever so confident pose, with his light purple hair and golden eyes.
"Yes, I've observed that since last week Kira. She has been acting quite odd," the Reverend informed. Kira grew more paler and the thought of it made him think about her so much.
"I know, but I'll try to sooth her down. I promise."
The children were startled as they saw the man approach Lacus and embrace her. She felt her body stiffen then melted to the familiar feeling of him. Hadn't she forgotten about this? Hadn't she forgotten about him? Moreover, why was he here?
"You should hurry...you might end up too late Kira,"
This caught his attention. "What do you mean too late?"
"I think it's time for you to reconsider things...especially your feelings,"
Then she remembered, as his hand came to rest upon her soft cheek tilting her head to face him.
"My- my feelings?" he stammered. "I don't know."
The Reverend's lips frowned.
"It's been so long..." he whispered. Slowly, he neared her face. Yes, before Athrun, before Kira...it was HIM. Lacus' heart skipped a beat as she felt his lips on her own.