Leave Me Not (1/2)
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ninasdreamsPairing: Athrun/Kira
Rating: PG
Warnings: some blood, lots of angst
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Summary: When Athrun blacks out after the battle at Orb, Kira comes face to face with the realization that he may lose his best friend without ever telling him his most important secret. *Takes place during GSD*
Leave Me Not
Meyrin’s POV
I watched Athrun’s face take on a look of fierce determination as we stood in front of the new mobile suit, Infinite Justice. Something about Miss Lacus’s words had touched something inside of him, clearing the doubt that had taken root at the Chairman’s betrayal. I did not fully comprehend her words of his reactions, because I did not completely understand Athrun’s previous and current situations. But the greatest mystery to me was his reaction to her mention of Kira.
What was it about this Kira’s words that caused his eyes to widen so? Why was it that out of everything Lacus said, her relay of Kira’s confidence in him caused Athrun to tremble with an emotion I couldn’t hope to identify?
Whatever it was, I watched as Athrun made up his mind and suited up despite his injuries, climbing into the Justice without any hint of hesitation to launch head on into the fray.
Murrue’s POV
He must have a death wish! I thought in shock as Zala launched into battle in the Justice. The young man was still recovering from near fatal injuries, and already he was throwing himself back into the chaos.
If Lacus had not emphatically told (I refuse to be commanded) for me to let him go, I would have never allowed such a rash action. But I could not refuse her. When Kira and Athrun were involved, there was always a gleam in her eyes, as if there was a subtle complex mystery between the two friends that only she could unravel.
I turned my attention to commanding the
Kira’s POV
I heaved a sigh of relief as the Minerva signaled the retreat. Orb was safe…for the moment. I glanced at the Justice hovering a small distance from me.
I couldn’t deny that I was overjoyed to have Athrun fighting beside me once more. The de javu of crossing blades as enemies was an excruciating experience, one I had hoped we’d never need to go through again after the first war. Now, rejoined in battle as allies, I could feel a great weight lift from my heart.
But that didn’t erase the concern I felt at the moment. I knew Athrun was nowhere near full strength. After the injuries he’d suffered, he should’ve remained bedridden for at least a week. At this rate, he could aggravate the still healing wounds.
I watched in terror as the Infinite Justice unexpectedly went limp and began to plummet towards the ocean below.
“ATHRUN!” I yelled as I urged the Freedom into action, speeding forward to catch the crimson mobile suit. It was a close call as I managed to grab hold. My heart beat wildly against my chest as the
Once inside the
I laid Athrun flat on his back as he momentarily came to. I could sense someone hovering behind me, though I didn’t recognize her. My heart dropped as I hastily removed his helmet. Athrun muttered my name briefly, eyes unfocused, before slipping back into unconsciousness.
I was horrorstruck by the sight before me. The unfamiliar girl behind me gasped softly. Blood ran freely from beneath the bandage wrapped around his head, obscuring most of his face. I anxiously unzipped his flight soon, and I couldn’t suppress my sharp intake of breath as my eyes beheld the crimson liquid that drenched his chest and shoulder.
“Someone get a stretcher!” I yelled desperately. “I need a medic!”
I looked on numbly as my commands were rapidly carried out. Please, Athrun…I thought brokenly…please don’t die.
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