Well, day fair weather...

Evil, evil, evil girl

2009-07-05T09:54:53Z

How Evil Are You?

You Are 70% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

Meh, I'm guilty as charged. lol.

My Goodness Another Year~!!!

2009-05-18T20:34:49Z

Happy B-Day Cagalli n Kira~!!! (I totally lost count on how old they are now...in our era of course...)

[FF New Story] Gundam Seed: Break The Ice

2009-04-06T07:47:27Z

Title: Break The Ice
Category: Anime/Manga » Gundam Seed
Author: daisukiasu'n'caga
Language: English, Rating: Fiction Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Published: 04-06-09, Updated: 04-06-09
Chapters: 1, Words: 2,016

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Break The Ice

Disclaimer: I really don’t own anything. Not even Gundam Seed, Destiny or anything relating to them. I wish I could, but I’m penniless. *Sobs*

A/N: LOL, more One-shots! *Groans* Somehow, I can’t start a new long story. Don’t know why.

Note: This is placed years after Destiny.

Summary: [one-shot] [AxC] Seduction, it’s just the beginning. Lust will unknowingly make you fall for heartbreak.

Beautiful blown multi-layered draperies that hung just above the open-wide glass doors scattered kisses of gentle breeze across the room caressing the two inhabitants. The pearl-white glow of the full moon sipping from the sheer curtains of the windows showered them with an intimate soft light.

The scent of soap, roses, and lust minted the air as soft kisses lay upon a reluctant beauty. “Come with me, my dear.” The dark rich voice of a man pronounced in the moonlit darkness. He lightly caressed her pink-angelic cheeks with the back of his hand, brushing some strands of dark golden hair away from her face and away from her rich fiery eyes. That hidden-lioness of eyes he stared into every time he held her when they succumb to passion. She sparked an insatiable lust all over him. The secrecy of their unspoken liaison lingered in the atmosphere every second their eyes brush against another.

The small stroke of his thumb on her fair cheek got her attention. Golden-troubled eyes met deep green orbs. The early night has just begun and he met her more than a priest could preach for. To meet her, he would dodge the guards, evade the watchdogs, and climb the thorny vines up to her balcony, jumping over to meet the tall glass doors separated him from her. The pale colored room she was stuck in was more like her Prison than her sanctuary.

The sickness that dwelled her for many years kept her at bay from her peers and mainly society. Day and night she would spend her time in her room or in the gardens. She was not able to practice piano or ride her horse, not even swim in the lakes when she did as little. Practically bored to death, it was like an imprisonment to live a life with no meaning. She was like a doll. Pampered and cared but ironically neglected of feelings.

In a day’s means, she had only two visitors. One was her lady’s maid who took care of her with her daily needs. And the other one was a secret. He was a man to whom she would smile, laugh, kiss and play, and made to forget the dull world that was criticizing her at every waking walk.

He would take her away from the cruel world that enslaved her for eternity. “Come with me…”

He was her dark knight.

“A-Athrun…I-I can’t.” Her gaze fell on her trembling hands. “You know I can’t—I shouldn’t… no more. You…”

“Cagalli,” he said with his intoxicating voice.

And just that, she silenced. “Let me help you forget all this…” His lips met hers, delicately almost as if she would break like a light porcelain vase hitting the cool waxed floor.

Cagalli’s mind swirled with confused emotions. She gently touched his wrist pulling him away, stopping his addictive kisses. “Athrun…” It wasn’t the first time they have made love in the sanctity of her… husband’s house. “I’m married.” Her whole body trembled. “You must take account of that. I-I can’t, you know I can’t, I just can’t watch what he’ll do to you if he finds out.”

“Well, good thing you guys don’t sleep in the same room then.” He fished out a scoundrel of a grin. Oh, the audacity of the man making a joke in her state of seriousness!

For good measures, Cagalli smacked him on the arm. “I’m serious, here, Athrun.”

Her dark knight leaned closer, his hip touching hers, eyes deep with beautiful green darkness. She could smell the sweet ardor fragrance of a man she wanted more than life itself. With her current health condition, she could care much less if she passed on being loved by a man who would give her his whole heart and everything in the world by pinching pennies and still die for her than a man who empowered the world with few words, had the looks to kill, flourish her with meaningless cold gifts, and give his forsaken blue-blood name.

Life wasn’t at her decision. Duchess or not, it wasn’t her to pick.

He whispered with one soul-searching kiss. “My love, even him won’t stop me from making you mine.” His warm breath touched her making her shiver with unwanted ardor.

“A-Athrun, I…”

“Sshh…”

“You know I can’t cheat life! No matter what you do, I righteously can’t be yours!” There, she’s said it.

Her lungs constricted. She felt guilty for owning a piece of his heart. And yet for some reason, she was proud of it. Proud of conquering something other than Literature, Languages she’ll never use again, useless Mathematics, lying-To-Your-Face Political jargons and the unwanted title that meant Imprisonment for life, even in the four walls of her home.

He shushed her for the second time with a low peck. “Forgive me…Cagalli,” he laid butterfly kisses down her neck. “But won’t you let me spend the last moments with you?”

He was gentle, kind, and well mannered when she first met him. He was assigned to be her personal guard throughout her tour to France. (There were several objections of her tour but nonetheless, Cagalli got what she wanted. And without a look from her spouse, he’d let her.)

Athrun spend all his sleeping hours guarding her door for her safety, even though there were at least a dozen other guards guarding the tattered Inn she chose. It pricked her every time he spoke. Like everything needed a straight-face answer. There were no ‘maybes’, all yes or nos. The Inns she stayed in were questioned in a mannered that wasn’t at the least discourteous. But it pricked her to no end. The cool calm way he picked out every word was like a needle prodding her to jump and scream for…something. Something she didn’t know what. Joy? Delirium? Madness?

The minute she was totally alone with him around half of her tour, in the deepest fond of the whole floor she rented, she snapped. The allure of his scent, the way he stood, oh so, serenely, the deep set of his questionable eyes, made her place the click on the lock, push him roughly towards the Queen-size bed and straddle him shockingly. Pulling hard and fast of the million hairpins she had on her hair, she lowered her mouth and kissed him. Like a mad woman, she dared not to think about the later consequences.

She finally tore apart from him. “I hate you,” she said, the words rushing out before she could catch them. “I hate how you calmly do everything right. How every thing has an stability, you control so well…” She opened her eyes, tears falling on the man below her. “And yet…you enamor everything with a wildness that hasn’t blotch you of your life.”

Before she could blush of straddling an innocent man who worked for her husband, in her rented chambers, he pulled her towards him. His hug was simple, yet warm. It was comforting. His kisses brought her life.

“Athrun…you know I-I love you,” a tear slid from the corner of her eye.

The deep hollow in her heart she felt before was now bursting of uncontrollable warmth.

He kissed her again, and again. Soft and slow. He kissed the tear off then the other one that slid down from the other corner.

“You know how I feel for you, don’t you, Cagalli? I’ll always love you. For eternity. If I can’t have you this life, maybe I’ll in the next, and the life after that. Where you go, I’ll go.”

Cagalli nodded, her arms embracing him wholly.

And without a word, the shuffle of clothes, the rising heat of rubbing skins against each other summered the room.

Everything about Political duty flew out the window. Just passionate memories of Athrun and her made together lodge her mind as he thrust inside her. Each thrust made her surrender a piece of her heart she’ll never regain.

The breeze air slid over them as they rose together in heat, Cagalli clutched him, her legs locked on his waist. His name spilled from her lips. And convulsions of waves mixed with extreme fireworks numb her mind. All she could think about was Athrun loving her. He loved her, loved her when no one else would.

A loud bang against the door startled them. Athrun knew who it was and sighed heavily. He rolled to his side and faced his wife.

Closing her eyes, Cagalli called out after few pants of air. “Aiden? Do you need something, Hon’?”

The voice of a teenage boy echoed from the other side of the door. “Would you guys mind keeping it down? I’m trying to study.” He later added in a low voice, “God Dammit.”

“Aiden, what did I say about cursing?” Athrun called out, his brows furrowed.

“Yah, sorry, Dad.” The young dark blue hair kid who looked like a younger version of his father with the smart-witted personality of his mother turned around leaving his imagination to the dust knowing his parents were ‘making love’.

“And people ask me why they can’t come to my house. Answer: My parents are screwing around.” Aiden grimaced at the shuddering thought. “Great. I just set myself for years of nightmares.”

Replicating the same sigh as her husband, Cagalli turned to him. “We’ve got to do something about that kid.” She smacked his arm. “And you were really loud.”

Athrun raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I wasn’t the one moaning to me to go faster—Oww, what was that for? And he’s your son.” He rubbed his arm and rolled on top her silencing her with a kiss, playing with her bottom lip. “What happen to the quiet wanton I brought to the story? Gave up on the role already?” Receiving another smack, he glared at her, tickling her as he entered her again in surprise.

“Haven’t you had enough?” Cagalli moaned.

“No,” he bit her again. “This is just the break of the ice.”

The End.

A/N: Heheh, how was it? Trick ya’ll good?

Hm, though I must say, I liked how I captured the made-up story, sadly I had to end it and reveal it fake. In the fake part, Athrun detailed Cagalli to be a Duchess and in reality she’s Orb’s Chief Representative and Commander-In-Chief. Athrun was both her bodyguard and her husband but in the fake one he detailed to be just her bodyguard giving out a cherish need to have her all-the-more.

Daisukiasu’n’caga

[FF New Story] Gundam Seed: Forever & For Always

2009-03-16T20:27:15Z

-____- i just had this deleted twice! >.< im not typing it again. To sum it up: i wrote this long ago after SD and i just resurface it a minute ago.

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Category: Gundam Seed
Title: Forever & ForAlways
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: Fiction Rated: T
Summary: AxC Semi-AU The Feeling of having this person in your life is like
destruction. To give everything away for this someone is madness. Maybe Lust
has to do something with it.

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4927363/1/

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Forever & For Always

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Seed, Gundam Seed Destiny, Sunrise, or any companies to any of their relations.

Author’s Note: I’m not sure why I wrote this but I had a sudden impulse to.

I write because spoken words in life are nothing compare on paper.

Syp:

[AxC] [Semi-AU] The Feeling of having this person in your life is like destruction. To give everything away for this someone is madness. Maybe Lust has to do something with it.

The clean spring smell of her skin drowned me every time I got near her. Every time she embraced me closely, she provided me her warmth; every time I felt like a complete nobody after a meltdown, she made me feel like someone. Someone important. Just special. The tender crook of her neck as I kissed her, bit her softly, tasted her again and again drove something to my senses. I didn’t know what. The raw need to have her was something inexplicable. What kind of monster was I? To want someone so much to the point of destroying myself?? What was I?

But her moans as I kissed her, spreading butterfly kisses over her skin down to her collarbone, were magical. I’d to have her. A taste wouldn’t be enough, I knew. I wanted to have everything of her. I wanted to drive myself into her, just to feel her with me—that she wasn’t a dream I conjured up, many million-trillion of times.

That summer I met her was something I couldn’t imagine leading somewhere. I knew nothing could happen between us—as we were so different from each other. I just thought she was just another girl. But her feistiness that she shown the moment her lips parted made my insides swirl with a strange feeling. I didn’t know why, but I started teasing her, coaxing her temper just to see her flare up for my selfish reasons. Loving something this cynical was nothing I ever done, but God, I loved it.

And when she did manage to control her temper, I would try to spark it again, like a child poking the hearth of a dying fire, amazed to see it revived by a single stroke.

I knew I’d to have her. To discover her. To own a little piece of her heart.

Not because her body was nothing I have seen, or the shapes of womanly curves she displayed were unlike dead-pencil-stick-drowned models, but it was an animal instinct, a thriving need of carnal feeling.

The deep burning summer in her honey-colored eyes congealed a burning passion waiting for me to alight. The first kiss was a craze to both of us. No gentle touching, no soft tender words were exchange the minute our lips locked. But just rough-I-need-you-now love. For every second that I touched her, I berated myself to go slow, to slowdown on her, but her voice, yes, her voice was something to die for. Every single cell in me screamed for the little mewls she made. It startled me on how she made me react. I was a beast in disguise. Her sudden gentle reassurance made it worse.

Our sweat mingled on each other as the cool evening sun shined through the parted leaves we hid behind for a small nap. How long the time has passed since we made countless love? I could care less. As long as she was in my arms, I wouldn’t care a wit of what happen to the world or to me.

She moans hitched as my mouth found her taught peaks. “Is this what you want?” I asked kissing her on the spot, my hands raising her black tank top inch by inch. The feel of her skin burning me alive.

“You know what I want, damn you.” She said breathless, her hands clinging to my navy blue hair.

She flinched as I bit her giving her a smug smile. All she did was glared. Those golden globes flared for me as I sucked her.

Love that drives you over the edge shouldn’t be this hard. But then, why, oh why did many of our stances had to be ripped at the seams, later to be sewn back? To know the feeling of desperately wanting that certain someone back after losing them hurts like a wretched feeling of your heart being tare into two, abusively hurting yourself for letting them go.

The hardship to make this relation last was not because our lust for each other, but, maybe we care about each other. Deep, deep down. Maybe it isn’t all lies. But how do you know that you’re true to yourself? That you’re not playing with emotions?

“You just know.” She breathed out, hugging me close as we climaxed. She went on repeating it softly in my ear as I felt her waves rippled through me. “You just know…”

Feathering kisses over her cheek, I inhaled her scent and sighed longingly, placing back my cigarette on my mouth. “Cagalli…”

Feeling her breathing calming down, she nodded on the curve of my neck. “I love you, Athrun...” She gently ran a hand up and down my back, soothing my sudden tenseness.

Deep down inside of me, I knew I wasn’t cheating this life by having her. Maybe it was a bit selfish, but this life of hers and mine only comes once in a lifetime. Six years have passed since I met her, so what if ten years come? Then twenty? And thirty? So what? I’ll still love her to the end. This undying crazed feeling she drives in me tittering over the edge every time I see her and have her in my arms will be burned in my mind forever and for always.

Stepping on the dying bud I flicked to the floor; I took her hand in mine and brushed the wet gold strands off her forehead. I kissed her and reciprocated her smile. “I love you more, Cagalli.”

No, I don’t regret for a second that I love her.

It wasn’t lust that started this, it was her.

Daisukiasu'n'caga

~:BLaNk=++

2009-03-16T19:20:51Z

I...uhm...I...I'm being lazy... =_____+""" I can't seem to write anything...just been reading bunch of books...really good books (try reading Lisa Kleypas or Susan Elizabeth Phillips; goddess of romance books). >:O I truly envy them. (If i can have that crazed energy to keep myself from going on writer's block, then i would give up anything...O.o)

-___- hmmm...i will go mop on the corner of my room. *slumps on the darker corner*. yah, im being emo... *laughs* (<-- now, she's gone nuts.)

Undecided

2009-01-21T02:34:47Z

@_____@ I'm feeling a little fuzzy and it's not homework that's doing that~~
I think is lack of sleep... -______- i can't remember when i slept...maybe i should take a nap...but then who's going to do my term report? *looks at the person reading this and smiles* LOL, im kidding; kidding i'm not lol.

+_____+ anyhow, i just finish reading TGND and i really miss that story...
hmmm... im not sure what i'm going to continue since i finished SD...
hmmmmmmm..... im still undecided...
well, you'll get the big surprise when i update in FF.Net!!

Tata~~ *Waves*~~
Till next time~!

Dai-chan

[FF New Story] Gundam Seed: The Dirty IQ Test

2009-01-14T00:24:00Z

Category: Gundam Seed
Title: The Dirty IQ Test
Genre: Humor/General
Rating: Fiction Rated: T
Summary: AxC AU Taking a quick rest, Athrun finds a written work of Cagalli.
And little did he know he was going to have a little kick in the brain for
reading this. "I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard. What am I?"

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4790405/1/

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Dirty IQ Test

Disclaimer: It’s simple. I don’t own GS/D or any of the GS/D characters. They belong to Sunrise and other supporting companies.

A/N: This is how bored I am after I just finished SD. The Dirty IQ Test was actually found from a joke site, so credits to CoolFunnyJokes(dot)com! Enjoy.

Warning: Crude jokes.

Rubbing his throbbing temples, Athrun Zala, took off the lenses off his nose bridge and set them down beside some documents and rubbed his sore eyes. He leaned back and groaned at his sore back. Five hours of hunching over to finish some business documents seriously had no pretty appeal on his back posture. Then again, who said working in an office was fun?

Just one small break, then I’ll get back to work. Athrun sighed at his decision. As he closed his eyes, he caught something underneath the newspaper he laid open earlier on. He brushed the paper away, digging up the little silver book.

He immediately knew whom it belonged to. Cagalli’s? He spoke out loud to no one special since he was in his own private office. Clumsy little thing, leaving her writing material everywhere. She must have left it when she was visiting once. Chuckling, he set it aside and leaned back, his hands behind his head. His eyes still fixed on the booklet, the curiosity within him twitched like an itching scar. She’s never let me seen what she writes about. She’s always dodging my questions whenever I asked her. And always giving me warnings not to peek at her stuff…hm, a little peeking won’t harm me…and she isn’t here anyways…who would tell?

As he opened the silvery-covered book, the streak of a fancy handwriting met his eyes. The title made Athrun arched his brows high. Dirty IQ?

IQ? Math questions? But…what does that have to do anything with ‘Dirty’? He glanced at the first question and froze.

Q. 1. When I go in I might cause pain. I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow. I can fill your hole. What am I?

Every inch of skin of Athrun turned scorching red-hot as the only answer he could think of was probably not the most decent one to say out loud. He was twenty-three for God’s Sake! He and Cagalli did it every single way a human can do with their partner, and yet this made him blush like a fresh-out schoolboy. He gave himself a while for the blush to waver, but waver it did not when he looked at the bottom of the page for the correct answer.

Answer: Dentist

Athrun froze, the hilarity of the true answer made him chuckle in surprise. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he waved his embarrassment away and read the next one.

Q. 2. A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?

Dear God. Athrun tried ignoring the images that ran through his head. He read the answer.

Answer: A wedding ring

Feeling like he was utterly dead-brained, Athrun tried his hardest to solve the next one but his laughter got the best of him.

Q. 3. I'm spread before I'm eaten. Your tongue gets me off. People sometimes like to lick my nuts. What am I?

Cagalli, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ok, ok, I’ll try solving this…“Spread”…hmm, like something on bread, Jam? Probably. “Nuts”…Halting his laughter, Athrun answered out loud. “Peanut Butter?”Looking at the answer he smiled. One out of three correct. Looking at the next one he stopped short.

Q. 4. I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard. What am I?

Damn. Athrun blew through his teeth. If thinking this test wouldn’t get him hard, God, knows only that he got a slow hard-on. The image of Cagalli going down on him got his mind thinking of other things. Scratching his mind, he looked at the answer.

Answer: Chewing gum

Well, duh. That makes sense. Athrun tried sitting up straight, easing his erection.

Q. 5. All day long it's in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft. Both men and women go down on me. What am I?

A really good transvestite? That was all he could think of as he read the question once again.

Answer: An elevator

Athrun arched an eyebrow. Seriously? Shaft—Oh, right, yes, an elevator. Transporting people up and down the floors. Nice one.

Q. 6. I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me you feel good. What am I?

Athrun frowned. Hard. Ok, this isn’t funny. “Not well? Drip?” A running faucet? “Blow?” Something about a nose congestion… He looked at the answer.

Answer: A nose

Hmph. He nodded and looked at the next one.

Q. 7. If I miss, I hit your bush. It's my job to stuff your box. When I come, it's news. What am I?

Virgins during—Athrun shook his head at the answer.

Answer: A newspaper boy

The next last ones, he kept his thoughts to himself knowing he would flunk the test with the award of being the biggest pervert on Earth.

Q. 8. I offer protection. I get the finger ten times. You use your fingers to get me off. What am I?

Answer: A glove

Q. 9. I assist an erection. Sometimes big balls hang from me. I'm called a big swinger. What am I?

Answer: A crane

Q.10. I'm at least 6 inches long. I leave foamy lubrication when engaged in my job. What am I?

Athrun stiffened.

Answer: A toothbrush, of course!

Now Really! Just what were you thinking?

Athrun’s face was on flames. Thank god there was no one in the room. Or that would be a really nice show of red faces.

“Honey, sorry to bother you but have you seen my book? I think I left it somewhere but I can’t seem to find it in the apartment.”

Hearing his girlfriend’s voice, Athrun shut the book and stuffed it in one of his drawers as quickly as he could spell the word Guilt.

Cagalli looked around her boyfriend’s desk. “Well?”

“Ah-” Athrun cleared his parched throat. Pretending to search for it, he dug out the little silver book that he hid in his drawer and hand it to her. “Is this it?”

Arching her brows, Cagalli looked at Athrun’s redden face and asked. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve a fever.”

Gulping a lump on his throat, Athrun shook his head. “No, it’s nothing, just a bit warm.”

“Want me to open a window for you?”

“N-No, no, it’s all right.”

“Well, I’ll see you at dinner then.” She came around and pecked him on the lips before she left.

“Ah, yes, all right.”

Leaving her boyfriend’s office, Cagalli opened her book and saw a smudge of ink stain at the bottom corner. A grin grew on her lips. “So, curiosity got the best of you, huh?” She started walking towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

“I warned you Athrun Zala.” She whispered into the thin air. “Dinner will be extra special tonight.”

A/N: Screwy or Good?

Questions are welcome so feel free to drop by and PM me.

By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

[FF New Chapters] Chapters 19-21 of story, Living With A Sneaky Devil

2009-01-12T20:11:47Z

Category: Gundam Seed
Title: Living With A Sneaky Devil
Chapter: 19-21
Chapter Title: "My Only Regret", "A Little Last Piece Of You", "Like me, we're cut off"
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: Fiction Rated: M
Summary: AxC AU After years of being spoiled, Cagalli decides to move out.
But then she learns that she's forced to share her apartment with a gorgeous
hunk that she can't tolerate. With the seller gone. What's innocent Cagalli
going to do? Ratings changed TM

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3341819/21/

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—Sneaky Devil: 19. My Only Regret—

“H-How—I mean how did this happen!?” Cagalli’s brother, Kira, paced back and forth in the spacious living room, his brows furrowed together. His mind thundering with millions of unwanted curious questions and no acceptable conclusion wanted. “How did she get pregnant— How?” He asked again.

Dearka coughed into his fist with a humorous chuckle. “Skipped Sex Ed, huh?” His humorous expression quickly blanched as Cagalli’s brother gave him a deathly glare. “Just kidding man,” the blond said raising his hands in defense. “C’mon, take a joke.”

Not even bothering to listen to the blond, Kira was so enraged of the serious situation his sister was in. “Once I find that guy who impregnated my sister, I swear to God, he’s not going to be moving for a while!”

Canard rolled his eyes at Kira’s dumb remark. Doubt he would do such thing, Canard thought. Knowing that Kira failed to enter any sport related teams during university, he knew that he had no chance against his colleague, Athrun Zala, who looks like he slew dozen of guys and seduce millions of woman with a glance. In conclusion, Kira had no chance against Athrun Zala. Which was a pity comparison since he crushed on Cagalli’s older brother ever since they met at the hospital years ago.

Staying up, Canard whispered lightly, addressing everyone in the room “…I…I’m going to check on Cagalli again…just to see if she wants anything.”

Getting agreeable head nods from everyone in the room, Canard removed himself from the couch he was sitting on. He walked slowly down the hall, his mind still wobbling, still trying to absorb everything that was happening. And worst, how much she has suffered during those six months, and without telling anyone about it.

How could Athrun be so cruel to corrupt her? She has done nothing wrong to anyone to deserve the outcome of now. That bastard—No, no, Canard shook his head, this argument, he had no say in it. It was only between Cagalli and…Athrun Zala.

But…how much worst could this get?

Shaking his head, his eyes caught a person leaning weakly against the wall.

“Cagalli…” Canard called out sotto voce. He ran up to her, catching her when her hand balancing her suddenly slipped off the wall. “What are you doing—”

Cagalli’s face was drained of color, her thick nightshift reached to her knees like a little girl that she was no more. She was a woman who in approximately 9 months would become a mother with an infant to take care of…and—

“You shouldn’t be up.” Canard said gently. “You need your rest.”

As he heard steps behind him, Canard looked back to see Kira and Lacus rushing forward as they spotted the person he was holding. “Cagalli, you’re up!” Kira looked at Canard curiously then at his paled-looking sister. He brushed her hair away from her eye. “I’m taking you to your room right now—”

Tears slid down her cheek as the words she tried to form were too hard to be audible. Cagalli struggled. “I-I’m pre-pregnant?”

By Kira’s sudden frown and the silence of the rest, the respond gloomed over them. Canard frowned deepened. She was going to find out sooner or later anyways.

A sharp pain shot through Cagalli as her view started getting blurry. The room felt like it was spinning. “But, I can’t be—I can’t, Kira—” Cagalli almost fell to the ground if Kira hadn’t caught her.

The only words Cagalli heard before falling back into deep pitch darkness was Kira’s hoarse words: “Get that damn doctor back here! Quick!”

Falling with a loud thud on his sofa, Athrun sighed longingly and tired. No matter what he did to himself he just couldn’t forgive himself for what he did to Cagalli. He shouldn’t have lied to her. Damn it. He slammed his fist down on the spot beside him. His mind throbbed.

After trying for so long to finish the documents for Monday morning’s presentation in his office, Athrun couldn’t, just couldn’t concentrate after what has happened. Fiddling with his pen for hours on no end, he saw that sunset once again outside his office window. The orange bright rays of sunlight passing before him, reminding him of what he stupidly lost. And who it reminded him of. Cagalli.

After staring for so long at that setting sun, Athrun got off his seat. He wanted Cagalli so bad into his arms again, but no doubt with his stupid lies, he, himself would think twice before going back to someone like himself. He dialed Cagalli’s work place, pressing the digits like it was implemented in his mind; it rang couple of times before a sweet tone of a pleasant voice of a woman spoke. When he was about to ask if he could speak to Cagalli, he heard a slight familiar voice in the background. Athrun’s eyes widen. It was Cagalli’s voice. It must be, no doubt about it. And before the other person in the other line could say anything else, Athrun raced out of his office with his briefcase in hand.

Cagalli, I know you are there. Just stay there, I’m coming. I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. Please.

As he rushed through the oncoming traffic, he dodged the cars. Curses from angry drivers spilled in the air, but Athrun didn’t mind that. He ignored that and kept running to the memorized location. His mind was only focused on one thing. And one thing only. Well, one person to be exact.

Cagalli.

He entered the café with a rush, pushing a couple aside. Not minding the tap from the upset man, Athrun met a startled blonde. She was shorter than Cagalli with magenta eyes. She’s probably the hostess Cagalli keeps talking about, Athrun thought looking around, his eyes scanning for the only person he wanted to talk to.

Cagalli, I know you are here. Where are you?

The woman in front of him stopped his thoughts as, she greeted with a smile and a set of pearly white teeth. “Sir, can I help you—”

“Where is she?”

“Pardon, who?”

“Cag—”

A brunette gasped quietly behind Stella. “Oh my god, Stel, it’s that guy.” She pulled on the hostess’s sleeve.

“Who—Miri that’s rude—” Stella looked back from her friend to the tall guy who stood in front of her. She remembered instantly that it was the same guy who kissed Cagalli in front of the washrooms, and the same guy who made Cagalli cry that night that she cam over to Shinn’s apartment. Her brows furrowed as she remembered. She bit her lips and turned to the man. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure who you are talking about.”

“I’m looking for Cagalli Hibiki.” Athrun cleared his throat. “She works here.”

Miriallia looked at Stella, as Stella exchanged looks with her. “She’s…not here.”

“…That’s not possible, I—Where is she then?” Athrun asked.

Stella glared at him. “She took the week off.” She continued, “and I can’t tell you the reason. It’s work policy.”

Athrun went silence for a while. His eyes wander around the restaurant, seeing if the blonde was maybe telling him a fib. Sighing he gave up. He knew why Cagalli took this day off and it was his fault to make this day miserable for her. He looked up at the blonde. “So you really don’t know where she is.”

Stella shrugged. “I don’t know, she didn’t say much.” She coughed into her hand. “Sorry, but I have customers to attend.”

Frowning, Athrun shook his head. “No, it’s my fault for disrupting you.” Turning towards the doors, he pushed it open and walked out in a defeat pace only to be pulled back by someone. Athrun looked back to meet a man with blue eyes.

“Hey, boy, are you looking for Ms. Cagalli Hibiki?”

Nodding, Athrun ignored the slight rudeness of the older man.

“She took the week off.”

“That’s what the hostess said.” Athrun nodded to the blonde greeting new customers.

“No, no, well, Stel-Stel,” Mwu looked back at the blonde. “She’s very defensive of her friends. Especially close ones.”

Nodding along, Athrun didn’t care much of that, he need to know where Cagalli was. “Do you know her location where she’s staying?”

“Now, I can’t help you there.” Mwu glanced at the boy. “I’m her boss by the way,” he reached out his hand. “Mwu La Fllaga.”

Athrun took the hand shaking it. “Athrun Zala.”

Mwu nodded for a while then looked at his wrist watch. “Well, I better get back in there. Business isn’t going to do itself.”

Nodding, Athrun watched the man go back in.

“Oh, and a little question, kid.”

“Yes?”

“Have you by any chance eaten here before? I think I’ve seen you before.”

Shaking his head, he lied. “No, sorry, I have not.” Athrun turned and walked away.

What was the point in telling the man about his history? Athrun sighed frustrated. The man just wasted his time. He needed to find about Cagalli. He didn’t want to discuss his eatery with restaurants.

Throwing his briefcase hard on the rug floor, Athrun roared frustrated. “DAMN IT!”

His eyes flared as the phone started ringing. He picked the handset up and answered with a tired exhausted voice, “hello?”

“Athrun Zala?” the female voice got his attention. Athrun sat up. “Yes?” the leap of Cagalli’s face appeared on his mind. But it quickly diminished as another one took over. And it was the one he didn’t want to think about.

The cause of all problems.

“You got some nerves to kick me out, don’t you?”

Athrun massaged his throbbing mind. “What do you want, Meyrin?”

“Don’t be insensitive, darling.” Meyrin’s voice drawled. “Say, do you happen to know a Gilbert Durandal?”

That halted Athrun’s thoughts. He stared at the phone then placed back the handset to his ear again. “What are you trying to play, witch.”

“Witch?” She chuckled.

“Did I say witch? I meant bitch.”

She huffed. “Well, got any business with him?”

“Meyrin, why bug me when you—”

“Oh, yes, darling Athrun. It seems that your big client is a very good friend of mine.”

“A good friend of yours?” Athrun chuckled cynically. “Some guy you fucked to get your way?”

“Now, now, don’t be crude with your tongue.” Meyrin said innocently quiet. “It’s better used in my cunt—”

“Cut the shit, will yah. What’s the catch, you cynical bitch?”

“I want you to cancel the divorce papers.” Meyrin’s voice darkened, looking at the papers on her hand. “No divorce till the child in me comes out.”

Athrun huffed. “My ass I would.” He glared at the clock. “That child is probably not mine.”

“Not very businesslike to backstab me with this shit. I am still your wife. Do we have a deal or not?”

Athrun’s brow tickled. And still you don’t claim say of the child. “Say Good greetings to your old last name.” Athrun clicked off and tossed the handset to the sofa. Getting up from where he was sitting, he removed his tie throwing it back to the sofa. He walked to the bathroom.

As he undid his cuffs, he stared at the wall next to the bathroom door and remembered that Saturday morning he made love to Cagalli against it.

He could still feel her excited warm skin against his. He could still hear her cries as he went slowly against her. The memory of how she bit her lips as he hit the same spot again and again got him to shake his head, throwing himself out of his reverie.

Athrun frowned as he opened the door and stepped in the bathroom. He cursed as sexual memories of him and Cagalli kept rushing to him, reminding him of what he lost. Every single nook and cranny of this apartment reminded him of her.

He wanted her back.

He tossed the wet towel and walked to his walk-in closet.

Not because of her body or his sexual cravings for her.

He pulled on a plain t-shirt and jeans over his boxers.

It was the reason that she made him the way he was before all this…occurred.

Walking out, he suddenly stepped on a piece of paper. It crunched below him. Athrun looked down. It probably slipped out of his briefcase when he was packing the documents.

He had his own faults. He knew that.

He picked it up and glanced at it and frowned. Turning around he walked to his nightstand and picked up his cell. Dialing several digits, Athrun began talking.

The reason why he didn’t file for divorce shortly after witnessing the affair of his new wife and the bellman in their honeymoon suite was the fact that he was so confused and downright shocked.

That night he couldn’t stay at the hotel so stayed at a friend’s house. Whenever his friend asked what happen, knowing that Athrun was suppose to be in his honeymoon, Athrun shook his head with a barely audible respond. “I can’t believe her. I just can’t.”

Athrun met Meyrin in his fourth last semester at Helios University. They instantly clicked after being partnered up for a group assignment. Whatever his doubts of her understanding Quantum Science dissolved as her face lit up every time he mention a new topic about it. She would enjoy explaining every single atom and whatnot till he kissed her to shut up. From little kisses to makeup kisses, Athrun really thought that Meyrin was perfect for him. She was pure, smart, untouched, and kind. And wild. She had a hidden wild streak that he wanted to see more.

He loved every part of her.

After graduating, he surprised her with a proposal. He took her to the plaza at midnight where the main fountain danced for a whole minute. And during that whole minute, Athrun kissed her, after parting with her, he asked her in a breathless question. “Wanna marry me?” The look on her face was priceless.

They both decided that it would be great if their honeymoon would be at Athrun’s birthplace, ZAFT city, just nearby.

He never knew what he found out after a day of buying roses, chocolate and Meyrin’s favourite movie, Casa Blanca, would be the love of his life fucking the bellguy, just after their small wedding reception.

He couldn’t stand looking at her anymore. The vile from the pit of his stomach rose in his throat when Meyrin showed up asking for an explanation why he didn’t show up in the suite later that night. He couldn’t stand looking into her eyes that once he adored. The deep blue of it was, now, nothing but cold heartless mockery of her betrayal.

Athrun did consider annulling the marriage, many times, since he and Meyrin didn’t get to consummate it. But every time he passed the courthouse, he swayed from one side to the other in dizziness, unable to take one step inside. He felt violated and cheated of emotion.

He knew that there was no going back with Meyrin’s betrayal. He couldn’t get himself to speak to anyone about this, except Dearka, who listened quiet intently, or he was rather sleeping with his eyes open. But as seconds, minutes, and hours passed as he spew out all the things Meyrin played with his mind, Athrun finally realized what he had to do.

Athrun spoke to a professional lawyer after three weeks since his marriage mishap. The older man with his professional suit and minty-grey hair suggested he moved on after the annulment. He hadn’t heard of Meyrin since then. He screened her calls on his cell every so often that she stopped trying altogether.

Feeling finally, somewhat, freed Athrun decided to move a bit far away from work into a shared-apartment. He knew he could afford a single bachelor pad, but the quietness he endured those three weeks, he decided he wanted a friend. He tried asking Dearka, his college roommate, but somewhat considering that Dearka used to bring random girls home every night in their college and university days, he appalled against it.

After interviewing a dozen strangers, who would be likely to be his new roommate, he finally decided to let a young man around his age to live with him. Yzak Joule was neat and organized. He was single after getting out of a five-month relationship. Working in a mechanical sector in Z.A.F.T. car plant, Yzak was very creative with placing which of his stuff would go where; and as Athrun didn’t mind where his stuff would be placed, he let the silver haired guy do his likings.

Little did he know, Athrun soon found out that Yzak had issues. Lots of issues. He would get angry at a quick of a second, turning into a demented kicked dog. And having bad habits of slamming the door in the middle of the night, spitting in the kitchen sink, and worst of all, leaving drain hair everywhere, like in the spot near their toothbrushes, Athrun decided it was time for the guy to go.

Athrun tried to kick him out, even forcing Dearka to make a move on him, but unluckily Yzak responded…too well. (Maybe that was the reason for his five-month breakup.) So, Athrun tried other formats to get the guy to move on, unable to succeed after a month, Athrun decided to move out as soon as the next day.

He found himself calling the only apartment that was available in such a short notice. It turned out it was free for the takings. All of it. Meeting the owner the next day, Athrun signed the papers. And when the moving day came, little did Athrun know, he was moving in with a girly-girl with the words “I’m fresh and giddy” plastered on her forehead. Oh, and he forgot to mention ‘naïve’.

With the seller off to God-knows-where, Athrun Zala knew he was going to get screwed. Again.

Five months after he got in fairgrounds with the intolerable girl, dating her in some ways, Athrun found out that his annulment to Meyrin wasn’t finalized.

End of Sneaky Devil 19.

A/N: I must say, I somewhat—chuckles—mess this story up. But to be honest, I want to move on to a new one I’m trying to develop. As you can see, my writing style changed from the very beginning, totally different. There are about 4 to 5 more chapters till the ending. I hope you still enjoy this story as my writing style progresses.

And I must apologize if the plot of the story changes and time lines are screwed.

Oh, and about "All the grammatical mistakes and what-not", I'm not even giving a damn about them. There's no way I'm going back and changing them (cuz then I'll go crazy and rewrite the whole story).

Questions are welcome so feel free to drop by and PM me.

By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

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—Sneaky Devil: 20. A little last Piece of You—

Stopping short at Cagalli’s door, Canard lightly tapped the door. Letting a slow sigh, he opened it as quietly and slowly; He didn’t want to wake Cagalli up if she was still resting. After her early fainting, he didn’t want her to go into more shock.

His eyes caught ember ones. They were so deplete of joy compare to the ones he once knew. She turned her gaze away from him and stared plainly at her rosy white hands. “You probably think I deserve this, don’t you?” she said silently.

“…That I brought this on myself…”

“…Cause I was selfish to—”

Cagalli looked up when she felt Canard’s hand placed on her shoulder. She stared into his eyes.

“No,” he spoke softly. “You didn’t deserve this.”

Canard held her close.

As Cagalli closed her eyes and hugged Canard back, a teardrop slid from the corners.

“…I loved him…so much…”

“…Canard…the baby…I…”

Then he shushed her quietly, holding her like she was make out of light porcelain. After few minutes of their embrace, Cagalli felt fast asleep on Canard’s shoulder, wet blotches of tears on his shirt.

“She…She cannot, will not, keep that baby!!” Kira voice rose with vile irritation.

“Kira, you can’t say that. It’s your sister’s decision.” His mother, Caridad, frowned.

“She isn’t strong enough to raise it herself!” Kira added.

“How do you know she wants to keep it?”

“I’m her brother—”

“So? It doesn’t give you the right to make the decision for her.”

“Mom.” Kira turned to his mother. “I’m trying to help her. She’s going to ruin herself…”

Caridad bit her lips and look down with a frown. Silently she said, “It’s your sister’s decision, not yours.”

Kira stood up from where he was sitting outrage. “This is unbelievable!”

Leaving the room, Kira headed outside for air. He couldn’t believe no one wants the best for Cagalli! How can no one care for her!? She…was so naïve and still is. She probably has no idea what’s going to change in her in the next nine months!

Kira closed his eyes. Damn it. I knew I shouldn’t have let her go to the city by herself. Damn it, its all my fault.

Gripping the balcony railing, his knuckles turning pearly white; he gripped it like it was the man who impregnated his sister. Kira felt a hand on his shoulder. The touch was light and warm. Turning his head to see who it was, he saw Lacus’s sincere blue eyes.

“Lacus,”

She coolly and gently shushed him and held his hands between hers. “I know you care for her.” Coming close, she laid a kiss on his lips. Parting she said, “but Cagalli has to learn this things on her own, good way or the bad way.”

Frowning, Kira’s lips went thin. He said nothing. He knew Lacus was right, even himself, he thought of the same thing in the beginning when his sister decided to move to the city. Not that he was tired of being there for Cagalli whenever a tiny problem arises for her. But he, too, wanted her to experience things by herself. Little did he know, that the outcome would come to this damn extreme.

“I blame myself for this.”

“Kira…” Lacus frowned.

“It’s true, if I had offer something better for her instead of her ridiculous plan, then maybe she wouldn’t—” Kira stopped short when he heard Canard’s voice behind them. They stopped silenced when they heard hushed murmurs.

“I don’t think it’s wise to ask me where she is—” Canard said plainly over the phone he held.

“Fuck, c’mon, Canard. I know she’s somewhere with you. I need to talk to her.”

“I don’t think you know the gravity of this situation, you—”

Before Canard could add to his words the phone he held to his ear was ripped away. “I think not!” Kira’s voice boomed to the speaker. “If you are the guy who did this shit to my sister, I’ll kill you, you know that!? Step near her and you are screw! You hear me!?”

“I suppose you are her older brother, Kira.”

The voice on the other line didn’t sit well with Kira. Uncomfortably he nudged that thought away. “You listen well, Cagalli wants nothing to do with you—”

“Don’t patronize her. You can’t make her decisions. Where is she?”

Kira’s face flared up. “All right that’s it. When I find where you are, you are Dead Meat!!”

“I’m right outside your mansion.”

Kira looked up to Canard, whose eyebrows rose and so did Lacus’. “The Motherfucker is here.” Kira threw the phone to Canard who caught it and dashed out of the balcony. Canard looked far beyond the trees and saw a black car park before the gates. He instantly dashed out the same way Kira left, leaving Lacus following.

“Dude, what are you doing here—” To Dearka’s surprise before he decided to leave Cagalli’s home, which was humongous, and the fact that the girl was in tremendous trouble, and that he had no business sticking around. He didn’t impregnated anyone’s daughters, sisters, or friends, he wasn’t very acquainted with any of this people, and just because Canard was his superior made his sarcastic manner more so of not staying. Like the words he said to Cagalli’s older brother didn’t exactly give him any merit badges of being a supportive group, so best he be gone.

He didn’t expect Athrun to come, little know that Cagalli lived here, or that she was loaded. Dearka stepped forward to his friend.

Leaning against his car Athrun turned sideways as he recognized that fatuitous voice. “Dearka?” he said surprised.

“Hey, why are you here, man?” Dearka asked. Before the reason hit him, Cagalli’s brother’s voice roared.

“How dare you come here! You—”

“Kira!” Lacus called.

From Kira mad dash at the man his steps slowed down as he came closer and closer. The appearance of the man made him halt to a dead stop. “Athrun…?” Kira voiced out. Almost like a dead whisper. Seeing the same startled face plaster on the man in front of him. Kira lost his words.

“…Kira…”

The clicks of a pair of red scorching kitten heels could be heard a mile long. As the figure stepped closer to the reflective glass building, a package was removed from a black carrier bag.

“I hate you Athrun Zala…”

Kira knew this guy. He knew him well, well enough to call him his fraternal brother. Ten years before he came back home he met Athrun, abroad on a two-year scholarship. The midnight-blue haired man was his roommate’s friend. They all studied side-by-side. After that scholarship program ended, they said they will always be in-touch but things got in the way, people matured, some got married, others went on a higher education far away and they lost connection soon after that. But never in Kira’s life would he expect to see Athrun Zala in front of him, being the guy who doomed his little sister’s life.

“Kira…Your Cagalli’s brother?”

With gritted teeth, Kira grabbed Athrun’s collar and shook him. “What the fuck are you doing here!?” The brotherly bond between them gone. “How dare you come here to my home! And even ask for my sister like it’s you God given damn rights to!”

“Kira…I want—I need to see your sister…” Athrun said, his voice cool.

“NO-You don’t get to see my sister!” Kira shook him again, his voice roaring.

“I just want to talk to her—” His fist contacted Athrun’s slightly tanned face, sending the man staggering backwards. Athrun lifted his face to Kira in a collected calm manner. “I need to talk to her.”

“Maybe I should beat the fuck out of you for you to understand!” Kira growled his eyebrows furrowed together so much that his face didn’t look like his anymore. Before he could lay another hand on Athrun, Canard and Dearka stepped forward, separating them from beating each other—well, it’s Kira doing the beating, Athrun was just madly calm.

“Kira don’t cause a scene, think of Cagalli. She’s going to hear this from the maids.”

A silent dark atmosphere surrounded them as Kira quieted down, his gaze on Athrun still no withering.

Dearka helped Athrun up. Finally Athrun’s reasons became a frustrated question. “Why is it so damn hard for you guys to let me see her!?”

Another silence went around, Athrun looked desperately at the faces who looked away and blanched.

“Do you know why Kira won’t let you see her? Do you?” Canard spoke out beating the silence with a deep voice. “Do you have any idea what you have done to her?” Canard frowned deepened.

“…Canard, what are you talking about?”

When no one said anything, Dearka delivered.

“Athrun…she’s—Cagalli’s pregnant.”

The idea of not knowing this—to regretting this whole thing that happened to me, maybe it’s best that I cherish what he has given me. Indeed, I lov—Cagalli bit her lips together—no, I can’t—I won’t speak of this feelings. It hurts too much. She touched her belly feeling the warmth coming from beneath, the little being that was growing inside of her. In months it will grow. Her tummy will be big as a watermelon. I’m scared. Cagalli hugged her knees together in a fetus sitting position. She tried restraining her tears at bay but all day she’d cried her heart out. She wouldn’t know what to call it. She didn’t know if she was happy to have this baby. But she knew couldn’t destroy it.

But I’m strong. I-I know I can do this; I will learn. I know I can. With or without him. Feeling the warm touch on her forehead, Cagalli looked to her side. “Mom.” Cagalli’s eyes widen. She didn’t realize that her mom knocked a few times already. She probably saw the whole scene of her crying. Cagalli blushed.

Caridad gave her daughter a smile that didn’t waver. “Whatever you decide, I’m here for you.” She soothed her. “Everyone, even Kira. We love you Cagalli. Always.” Gently, Caridad laid a kiss on her daughter’s cheek.

“…Thank you.” Cagalli hugged her mom.

End of Sneaky Devil 20.

A/N: How much is there to say anyways? The end is near.

By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

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MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT (Author’s Note): The ugly truth comes here. I’m sorry to say but I guess I have neglected myself and this story (and others) for way too long—To be honest with you, readers, I must confess that I lost all interest in writing this story. All in all, I won’t necessarily leave you hanging, I have written the ending. But the bad news is that it’s summarized so I’m so sorry that you’d waited this long to see a cliff and no proper ending. I will probably start something new, and it wont be TGND (that might be left on it’s on). Carnal Desires might be slightly altered since I haven’t written much and I lost the point in the current plot.

Summarized ending: (Continuing after Chapter 20):

Athrun is forced to leave the Hibiki property after causing a ruckus. He knew that fighting his once-friend was no use and still with Kira’s unwillingness to let him see Cagalli, Athrun finally left. The hidden pregnancy of Cagalli still fresh in his mind, Athrun doubts that the baby is his, thinking Cagalli might have been seeing Canard behind his back. And after a day of no rest, in the morning at work, Athrun soon finds out that he’s being sued by leaking company confidential papers to Gilbert Durandal, a client, and secretly working for one of the company’s competitors. Athrun’s forced to take a leave of absence from work.

Cagalli decides to keep the baby (if that’s not said already) and move to somewhere quiet. She still has no idea that Dearka and the gang spilled the beans about her pregnancy to Athrun or that he came by to see her many times after that (Kira still wouldn’t let him in; warning him of restriction orders). As she announces to everyone that she’s keeping the baby, she moves to her family lake house with her mom and a couple of maids in hand. She refuses Kira to visit her until he agrees to respect her choices (which likely was not going to happen after he stormed out of the house later after her announcement).

Athrun goes to court with proof of not leaking company files; it was all going well till Meyrin showed up. After several proofs of him committing the obscene crime, Athrun outrage decides to fight her. To his bad luck, the only lawyer who could help him in this mess was the only person who wouldn’t let him see Cagalli was Kira Hibiki, Cagalli’s brother.

(Kira refused to work for Athrun but knowing it will be a good advantage for his law firm company, he took on the challenge. Little success came over their poor collaboration knowing his animosity towards Athrun was bad, the lost of the case was so close.

Between the four months that Athrun dragged on the court work with little and sometimes no sleep at all, Athrun, in the meanwhile tried to locate Cagalli after he heard from Dearka who was talking to Miri earlier on—(Apparently Shinn’s mother knows Cagalli’s mother, who told him as a gossip, who told his girlfriend, Stella about Cagalli’s identity, who spilled the beans to Miri, who later on told Dearka, who was asking a lot of questions concerning her friendship with Cagalli. It was a huge linking mess.) —that Cagalli moved away from the mansion. With the help of Dearka, he locates Cagalli. But with the hurtful knowledge that she doesn’t want to see him, he makes Dearka check on her every so often with Miri and Stella tagging along.

Still with Kira’s animosity not subsiding and the pain that he was not to see his ever-growing womb in his sister’s belly, Kira finds out from Canard that all the little gifts that her former coworkers came with were actually from Athrun. It was a surprise to see his sister smile again when he finally went and visited her)—He decided to finally dig in the case, for Cagalli’s sake, not Athrun’s.)

Finding the key solution to the case with the help of Kira, who expose his knowledge of knowing about the presents and Dearka’s visits to Athrun, he apologized. And also confides in him about Meyrin’s visit to one of the buildings that Kira was making legal meetings in (she dropped off a package).

Athrun soon finds out, after several secret testing, Meyrin’s been lying to him all along. The womb in her wasn’t real. And He finds out from a lab test that she was infertile. And that Canard’s gay.

Athrun comes next early afternoon on the seventh month in the courthouse to find Dearka pulling him out in the middle of the finishing settlements to tell him about Cagalli’s emergency. Athrun knew that it wasn’t Cagalli’s due date yet, so that couldn’t be it. He finally finds out that Cagalli accidentally slip from the middle of the staircase. Quickly resolving the case, the company’s charges on him are put off; Athrun and Kira run to the hospital.

Cagalli gives premature birth to a baby girl. But after the painful birth to her daughter, the doctors realize that there’s a critical blood lost on the baby, Cagalli almost loses her if not without the blood transfusion from the father’s blood type. Refusing to see Athrun, who was standing outside the room, she realized all the stuff that happen, all the visits from her friends, and presents, were all by Athrun. Cagalli demanded responses from Dearka, everyone, even Kira. Hearing the ugly truth, Cagalli was silent for a minute, she watched as her daughter heart monitor dropped. Frowning, she gave an Ok.

After recovery, Cagalli silently thanked Athrun and told him she would take her daughter with her to Milan, Italy, were Dad’s company was primarily stationed, so she wouldn’t be an eyesore to him. Rejecting his repetitious apologizes, Cagalli told him her wishes to be alone, just with her daughter.

On the one month she spent in the hospital, she finds out from Kira about Meyrin’s awful blackmailing, fake pregnancy, and the final divorce papers, and uninterested she listened about Athrun worsening health. Though, deeply inside, she didn’t know how to repair things with him. It hurt, it still does.

The night she was to flight out to Milan with her dad, she’s surrounded by all her friends and family. She finds out from her former boss, Mwu La Fllaga that Athrun nightly comes in the café and has the same dessert at the same exact time, pays, then leaves, only to come back the next night. Finding it none of her business, Cagalli suddenly gets a call from an unknown caller telling her in a deep tone that Athrun was going to die. Thinking it was a prank call Cagalli’s attention caught a maid scream about a man with dark blue hair on the back lawn with oozing blood with a knife to his chest.

Cagalli’s panic caught to her when she dashed out to the garden, Audrey in her hands, to see Athrun’s body laying there, a knife to his chest. Hearing Athrun’s last words shocked her. The proposal of his true feelings to her made her cry. With her response to his feelings, she agreed to give them a chance, once again, if he nursed himself back to health.

But sooner she saw him raise from the grass pulling out the fake knife off his unwounded chest, smearing off the oozing red dye off his shirt, with a low chuckle, the hand that she’s been holding back into a tightening fist met his jaw, hard.

Trying to push him off from crushing their daughter, their lips met. It was almost bittersweet from all the events.

Her friends and family planned Athrun’s little murder scene all along, Cagalli figured. She was a bit relieved to have him back. The scent of him reminded her of the things she missed about him.

Four years after they got back together, Athrun and Cagalli celebrated their little girl’s fourth birthday in Kira’s beach house. Carrying a little boy in her arms and one more in her womb, Cagalli felt overjoyed at the little wonders she and Athrun made. And not regretting the decisions made, as she was young, she felt wonderful to at least have known the horrendous experience might indeed have a beautiful ending.

For Kira and Lacus, they had a little boy of their own, followed by another boy then another one. Sadly to say their hopes of having a girl soon stopped when their brood finally hit five children with twins in tow, and they were all boys, unfortunately. They both love them either way.

Stella and Shinn couldn’t conceive after their second miscarriage, so they adopted a little girl from Ethiopia.

Dearka became a father after he repeatedly chased Miriallia for three years straight. He’s happily to have finally settle down with a wonderful woman, who sometimes admit of the regret of marrying him when he gets a bit too libidinous. And that’s not particularly in the bedroom.

End of Living With A Sneaky Devil.

A/N: Actually I must admit, I had fun writing this summarized ending. The note at the beginning was my thoughts when I posted chapter 19.

Anyhow, in few days, weeks, or oncoming months, Carnal Desires might be all dressed up (that means changed/altered).

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!! (LOL. 12 days too late. But hey, better late than never!)

Questions are welcome so feel free to drop by and PM me.

By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

POST-IT: 2009~

2009-01-01T19:40:12Z

Ok, ok, first words of the year 2009: +___+ "I'm speechless."

No dramatics, just plain truth. I already hate this year. Call me pessimistic, but it's true. I updated and I'm not happy about it.

...I need a vacation...a really long one...one with people writing my scripts out for me (and hopefully me not bashing their heads when they get it wrong...)

TT______________TT i need help.

Delays of sorts...

2008-12-09T06:21:09Z

Well, as you, once again, see, im not dead. I actually have try writing in the background of everything.

But great news: I'm done with the next chapter.

Bad news: I'm not posting it till I finish most of it off.

Daisukiasu'n'caga

Mother of a *****!

2008-12-02T06:36:01Z

I kinda choked myself while i was drinking some water as i was reading something in LJ.
=___+ i choked for 5 consecutive minutes... n i cant breathe like i use to breathe...
i think i kinda blew an alveoli... im not spitting out blood yet, but my lung hurts like a mother *&^%^@!
crap, if it gets worst, i guess i have to go to my doctor... -___- if he asks the reason of how i choked, im blaming LJ.

Serious Insomnia Problems

2008-10-22T23:49:02Z

This is the weirdest thing ever, hm @___@ , yet so true:

You Are Monday

Like this day of the week, you are ruled by the moon.
More than anything, you are flexible.

You are moody and impressionable. You are easily influenced by the world around you.
And while you can be temperamental, you eventually adjust.

While Mondays tend to be the hardest day for people, you don't mind getting back to regular life.
You're the one waking up early and making the coffee while everyone else complains.

http://www.blogthings.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/

Ah, yes, Dear who ever reads this crap of mine, I have serious insomnia problems. I wasn't able to sleep till 4 am. And i have to wake up at 6 am for work. Yup...pretty sad--well especially when someone takes u and rips u open (~~and i'm not talking rape~~). Since I've started working, i barely have time for myself (let alone think about anything but work, and that includes AsuCaga, unfortunately), others who are still in their teens, god, i envy u guys. Not much freedom, i must admit for them, but god, if i could just sleep for a whole day that would be really, really wonderful.
Well it has been fun to jump on the computer for once. I have to go back to my work unfortunately. Tata, ppl. I hope i don't see my own corspe before u do. (that's a scary thought. Yah, don't mind me. Sarcasm escaped a few days ago...sadly, i miss it. @__@ i have no idea what i'm talking about...*sighs* im just going to leave--)

Daisukiasu'n'caga

Certainly not good...

2008-10-16T00:46:55Z

So Bad news...it's half of October already and i haven't repair anything of what i have done to my characters in SD. Stupidly, i deleted scraps and files of the next couple of updates, so i gotta start from scratch on the ending. (no ending is not yet near, probably in 4 to 6 chapters). Now, no faults are on anyone involved in my life, but i do gotta blame this lazy author that i keep looking at every morning as i wash my face. and boy, do i want to give her a bat on the head.
complains, complains, that's what i do. let me not be whinny. so, i must say, i'm taking another vacation till i finish writing out the story till the end. i might update, u'll never know---so i'm saying peace out for the meanwhile!

p.s. i'm not dropping my writing ways, just saying i'm updating really, really, and terribly slowly.

PM if u have suggestions. And earlier apologies if i don't reply soon enough.

sorry about the bad news btw.

Daisukiasu'n'caga.

SD

2008-09-24T20:31:05Z

Delays of upcoming chapters. sorry for that, readers. once again.

Daisukiasu'n'caga

[FF New Chapter] Chapter 18 of story, Living With A Sneaky Devil

2008-09-12T04:08:44Z

Category: Gundam Seed
Title: Living With A Sneaky Devil
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: The Ugly Truth
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: Fiction Rated: M
Summary: AxC AU After years of being spoiled, Cagalli decides to move out.
But then she learns that she's forced to share her apartment with a gorgeous
hunk that she can't tolerate. With the seller gone. What's innocent Cagalli
going to do? Ratings changed TM

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3341819/18/

Living With A Sneaky Devil

Disclaimer: It’s simple. I don’t own GS/D or Sunrise or any of the GS/D characters.

—Sneaky Devil: 18. The Ugly Truth—

Cagalli winced as she woke up. Her head throb unkindly. Last night incidents were too painful to recall. Making Athrun jealous with her not-very-convincing acting made her feel like she belonged in the lowest group of mankind-ever-made, like breadcrumbs. But with what happen and all, for the rest of the night after he left, Cagalli locked herself up in Canard’s study room trying to put the blame on him.

Cagalli winced again as she sat up, her whole back hurt. It’s not that Canard’s chaise lounge wasn’t comfy; it was the ungratifying insomnia that consumed her. She kept shifting and moving around the room with a book in hand, trying to focus on a certain piece but spending hours on no end trying to do just that, her cluttered mind wouldn’t let her focus. So, she dropped the book somewhere in Canard’s desk and laid down on the chaise lounge, hands flailing over one side, legs everywhere, like a dropped corpse. Staring at the ceiling for god knows how long, Cagalli’s eyes, too tired to open, she tiredly felt asleep, in a weird manner. And now her aching back hurt. Cagalli grimaced, yet again.

It was good that Canard hadn’t bothered her last night after she trapped herself in Canard’s small study room. If he had, and with questions on the tip of his tongue, she wouldn’t feel like explaining or she might break—her mind was just cluttered, she didn’t need another person to be in this mess of hers.

Now thinking back at yesterday when he politely asked her if she would like to join him to dinner that he made. She passed. And now she felt guilty for refusing such a good meal that her tummy growled.

Standing up, frustrated, Cagalli walked towards the door where she would head towards the kitchen and grab something to eat. As she walked pass the chaise lounge, her right foot accidentally knocked something over. Cagalli scanned downwards at the fallen object and gasped. The beer can that was once full was now half drained, into the snowy white carpet of Canard’s study room. The oozing liquid colored the carpet pee-yellow against the white.

Cagalli cursed straitening the can up. This was not how she wanted to start off her day! Oh, god. Canard is going to be so mad. Cagalli tried her best to clean up the accident with Kleenex but the stain left its mark. She cursed again. How did this beer can get here?

Cagalli winced at the answer and cursed inwardly. She brought it here. Like she watched on TV, the mature characters always drank beer when they wanted to forget something or for the heck of a celebration. Cagalli shook her head at her error. She took less than a sip before grimacing at the weird taste of it and set it down. Stupidly she noticed, now, that there was an end table behind the chaise lounge. (She could have set the unwanted beer there.) Cagalli gave a long tired exhausted sigh and stood up. She threw the wet and soaked up-with-beer tissues in the trash bin without any effort. She would apologize later to Canard about the floor, and also about her rude refusal.

She walked out of the room to the hallway leading to the kitchen. She caught a glimpse of her friend sitting on a stool playing with his cereal. “Hey, it’s not good to play with your food.” She said sounding a bit groggier than she was. She cleared her throat, catching her friend’s attention.

Canard lifted his head up to greet. “Good morning to you too.”

“…Not very good, I’ll say.”

“Is someone cranky today?” Canard grinned.

Cagalli furrowed her brows. “Who me? …I’m not.” She said tersely.

Putting his hands up resting his case, he took note on her tone. “Okay.” He diverted the topic as he scanned her appearance. “You have bags under your eyes. Didn’t sleep well?”

Cagalli touched the area under her eyes. “Uh, yah, well sort of. I slept in your study room. Sorry. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No problem, hun’.” He smiled at her.

She tried to give back the same smile but hers was frail. “I’m going to wash up.”

“Wanna go somewhere fun? You’re not working today. Me and Athrun finished all the decisions, so I’m free as a bird.” He asked trying to cheer her up. She was moody ever since she decided to stay with him. Now he wasn’t sure what was troubling her, but he got a hint that yesterday was a bad idea to bring his colleague home for a meeting. Or maybe it was the dinner he made? After Athrun left in such an unknown mad rush, Cagalli refused his home cook meal. There was something fishy there, but he didn’t know what. Canard scratched his mind for clues but shrugged it off as Cagalli open her mouth.

Hearing the name she really didn’t want to be call out in front of her made her frown. She answered emotionlessly. “No.” She didn’t feel very apologetic. She didn’t bother turning around. “I’ve something to do.”

“Ok.” Canard played with his spoon. “Wanna ride then?”

“No.” She closed the door.

The lack of air, made Athrun cough into hacks. He turned around, his back to the bed below him. He swallowed some saliva and grimaced at the stale taste of alcohol on his tongue. He frowned at the awful migraine rushing to him. Athrun blinked at the recurrence of last night. He remembered he went binge drinking. After the eighth bottle of alcohol, he couldn’t remember much. This was the result of it. He lifted his head, turning to his side to face the bright morning sunrays. He winced in pain, calling himself an idiot, and turned to his right. Athrun felt something soft, lumpy, and heavy on the other side of all the rumpled sheets.

Remembering little of last night, Athrun moved closer, tugging on the white pristine sheets of the unknown thing below it. As he tugged it as gently as possible, he started to perspire when his eyes met strands of red hair and then more. The muscle in his jaw went tense, as he pushed off the sheets flying them across the room. His eyes locked in to see the last person he would want to see under the sheets with him. Seeing that himself was all in the nude as the other, he couldn’t control his anger as it defused itself. “Son of a Bitch!”

The redhead snuggled deeper into the pillow, answering with not a very surprised voice. “Don’t you think it’s a bit to early to be swearing, my love?”

“Get up!” When she didn’t respond, he grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to do what he commanded. “I said, Get Up!”

“What do you want?” she glared at him, pissed.

“What happen yesterday?” He demanded, his voice almost growling. “Damn it, answer me!”

The redhead tried to free herself from his harsh grip. “What do you think?” she said, “not obvious enough for you?” She glared at him. “You took advantage of me, that’s what! Now let go, you’re bruising me!”

Athrun blanched. He couldn’t remember last night at all. He was sure he wouldn’t do that, but he wasn’t sure. All he remembered was talking to Cagalli before leaving Canard’s house, he drank himself to oblivion, he drove home, and then…

“Yes, you force me. See this marks?” She pointed to her wrist, her neck, and various parts of her body. Athrun followed. “You did this.”

His jaw hardened, the unwanted guilt slowly rose like vile in his throat.

“It should be me who should be angry,” she turned to look at him. “But I forgive you because we’re married, and I’m carrying your child.” She rubbed her large tummy. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to take a shower. You better come when I call you.”

“…”

As she left, Athrun slumped back on the messy bed below him. Distraught filled his entire face. He raked his hand through his hair in frustration. No, this wasn’t what he wanted to do, how the hell did he fall this low? Out of the sudden with his entire problem rushing back to him, Cagalli leaving, saying she was with Canard now, Meyrin coming back, pregnant, the rush of Mey with the bellman made him grab the closes thing in his reach, which was the lamp from the nightstand, throwing it to the wall with a loud hoarse scream.

“Ms. Cagalli?” A man in his late fifties called out to her. His gray short hair combed back like usual.

Cagalli looked up to see the super addressing her. She greeted him with a strained cheery smile.

“Didn’t see you leave this morning.” He asked suspiciously worried.

“Ah, I went for an early run.” She lied. As long as she could remember since she left home, she never did runs anymore. She looked behind him at the elevator.

“Oh.” The super followed her gaze behind him to the elevator that binged, announcing its arrival.

“Going up?”

Cagalli winced. “Yes. But I forgot my keys.” Cagalli said embarrassingly.

“Oh that’s all right.” He dangled the heavy keys from his jeans. “I got spares.”

“Thanks, Mr. Maddon.”

“No problem.”

The short ride up the floors was filled with short friendly talks and easy laughter. Cagalli didn’t want to admit but he reminded her of her grandfather. Caring, friendly, and easygoing. Cagalli would really miss Mr. Maddon after she left for good. She said her thanks when he unlocked the door for her and waved goodbye.

Cagalli’s smile dropped into a frown when she turned to face the apartment that she lived for six months, bringing memories to her. She shook her head at her idiocy. She didn’t want to remember anything. At all.

She exactly timed her coming when Athrun wouldn’t be at home but at work. If she remembered correctly, he never stays on Saturday mornings. Tripping on some stuff on the ground, she winced and kicked a beer can and an empty chip bag out of the way. What a mess. Usually Athrun was the tidy one, but—Cagalli frowned. She wasn’t supposed to hold to that trait of his. She didn’t care anymore of what he did. Liar. She bit her lip. She continued her way to her room in a quick pace. She really didn’t care— She wanted to get in, get her stuff and get out. Staying was the last thing in her mind. And seeing him would make it twice as harder…

She stuffed her clothes in a duffel bag. She left out some things that she didn’t need or weren’t important. As she finished, she hanged the strap over her shoulder, taking Mr. Teddy with her, Cagalli walked out of her room. She took one last glance. To her mistake, the memory of Athrun in her bed those long lazy nights came back to her.

The soft guttural moans of their lovemaking were still fresh in her mind. His lazy touches and scorching kisses lingered in her mind. The way he made her feel, all hot and sweaty, as he plunge…No, no, this wasn’t something she wanted to recall. Cagalli swore under her breath. Why was her mind doing these horrible things to her? Didn’t she have enough pain already?

Her eyes drifted to her watch. Her packing took longer than expected. She walked quickly out of the room to halt. Cagalli looked down as she stepped on something. It was a piece of clothing. She picked up and eyed the lacy purple bra.

It…it wasn’t hers.

“Cagalli?”

Her never-ending questions were answered when Cagalli looked up to find a surprised looking Athrun…in, well, boxers. And nothing else.

Noting that here was her-now-ex naked—well, partially— love bites (more like scratches) near his neck (and places she could still see), and an article of clothing that belong to some woman, Cagalli put the pieces together. She wasn’t dumb to realize what happen between a woman and a man. Her anger slowly simmered in her veins. “I guess you do get over people quickly, huh?”

“Wh—Caga—” Athrun walked halted as Cagalli slapped his chest with something. He looked down to see a colored bra and looked up in question then he realized what she was talking about. His horrible inhibited night with Meyrin. “It’s not what you think—”

“…” She glared at him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to believe in him. But the lies he told her…she didn’t, she couldn’t hear more of it. It was hard enough to find out about this his marriage, his betrayal, this so-called sexual fling of his— Anymore and she might just—

“Let me explain—”

“Is she here still?” Cagalli quietly asked in a cold voice.

Athrun looked away then looked back at her. “No.” he answered too quickly.

“Athrun?”

Cagalli’s train of thoughts halted as so did Athrun’s. A female voice echoed from the washroom. “Honey, I want you to help me, now. I can’t reach my back.” Athrun swore as he forgot that Meyrin was in the washroom still.

Cold ice frost arose from Cagalli’s skin given her goose bumps all over. She couldn’t feel herself breathe. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal came over again. Wh-Why did she, she almost believed him, again—

“Not here, huh?” Cagalli bit her lip from quivering. “Great, another shot. Good shot. What a great lie, Athrun.” She bobbed her head up and down in understanding. She looked at him in the eye. “I think you just did it. You really know how to get rid of unwanted women.”

Athrun swore and tried to explain. “Cagalli—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—Fuck, listen to me—I,”

She ignored him quickening her pace towards the door. She badly wanted to get out. She couldn’t last much longer. And she didn’t want to cry in front of him, he didn’t deserve to see her cry. Never. “I just came back to get my stuff. You can do whatever you want with the rest.” She spoke unemotionally opening the door.

“Damn it, why won’t you let me explain!?” Athrun pulled her away from the open door. He didn’t want her to leave, damn it. He was so focus on Cagalli coming back that he forgot about Meyrin in the bathroom.

“You don’t need to! I’ve heard enough! Now let go!” Cagalli tried to free her wrist from his grasp but he held her tightly. But not enough to bruise her.

“No, not until you hear me out!”

Cagalli’s nose flared, drinking up the air that she needed, trying to calm herself down.

“Just listen.” Athrun ignored another of Meyrin’s calls which became more impatient. His voice lowered to a whisper. “Just listen, please.”

“…” There was a pregnant silence between them. Cagalli glared at those emerald eyes.

“Please.” He hesitantly yet slowly let go of her wrist. “I got really drunk yesterday. I came home and she was suddenly here—I don’t know how she got in—and I thought she was you and—”

“…Why is she exactly here?”

“Here?”

“Why did she suddenly drop into our—” Cagalli bit her lip. “Your and my life?” She asked separating any common relation they had between them hoping to see him flinch, if he cared.

Athrun flinched at Cagalli’s unspoken wish. That hurt. How could she say ‘them’ so far apart—Athrun reply slowly and hesitantly, “She’s…”

Cagalli’s eyes diverted to the person walking up behind Athrun. The loose ties on the robe revealed what Cagalli would lastly dare to imagine.

“Pregnant.”

“Athrun, why didn’t you tell me your little play friend was coming over?” Meyrin’s voice startled Athrun, his frown growing deeper. “I could have made something for her. Would whore cash be fine?” Her mocking tone didn’t slip an inch from her usual verbal insults.

Cagalli glared at her. “No thanks, I think your husband tipped me way too much the last time. It was just a blow job.”

Meyrin frowned.

The distasteful counterattack Cagalli made her feel somewhat guiltily-please. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Well, I think I better get going, I got tons of clients to see.” She looked at them complacently. “If you know what I mean.”

“Best of luck on that baby, by the way.” She gave them a cheery goodbye, before entering the elevator. As the doors closed, she whispered silently to Athrun, her voice broken.

“I hope you are happy.”

Cagalli wiped her tears with her hands as she crossed the crosswalk, the hand signal flashing brightly white behind a red background warning pedestrians to cross with care due to the possibility of a turning vehicle. She turned to the corner entering an empty telephone booth. She entered a quarter in and picked the handset up to her ear. Who the hell in the world could she call? She wouldn’t dare to bother Stellar or Miriallia since they are working right now, Lacus is probably somewhere with her older brother—and she didn’t have their cell number anyways—Canard was at home, probably, doing something too—she didn’t want to bother him, and in conclusion. She had no one.

She closed her tired eyes and rested her forehead on her bended wrist, feeling the warmth of her blood cruising through her veins. Cagalli slightly open her eyes and caught a man watching her from few feet away. She slowly hanged up the phone and walked out of the stall. She came closer to the man. “Dearka?” she called out.

The man waved. “Hey.”

“…Were you following me?”

“Me? Why would I?”

She blinked embarrassed at his puzzled look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you of something you didn’t do. I’m just crazy today.” She looked at the bag he’s holding.

“You visited Miri?” She read the printed label.

Nodding Dearka grinned. “She sent me packing with this babies before I could have stolen a few kisses.” He looked at the bag she was carrying. “Taking a day off?”

Cagalli sighed tiredly making Dearka eat his stupid question. He heard from Miri and some of the girls that Cagalli refused to take a week off, something relating that she was ill. He shifted his steps and scratched his head, inching closer, he asked, “I know it’s not my place to say this, but are you okay? Is Athr—”

“Can you do me a favor?” Cagalli suddenly asked, interrupting Dearka.

“Eh, sure.”

“Can you drive me somewhere?” She bit her lips.

Dearka nodded unsurely. “Okay…but where?”

“Well, aren’t you happy that the whore finally left?” Meyrin wrapped her arms around Athrun’s naked waist, her hand sliding underneath his boxers. “She couldn’t be that great anyways, unlike me—”

He removed her scrawny fingers with a curse. “What do you want? Money? Clothes?” he growled.

Meyrin frowned. “Athrun, I just want my,” she rubbed her overgrowing tummy, “baby to have a decent father. And now that the whore is gone, I hope you stay true to me—”

Athrun wanted to rip his head off. “Don’t you dare start talking about being true!” He passed her to his room. “You mess with the bellman for God’s Sake! In our honeymoon!”

“I did not!”

Athrun shook his head. “Now who’s not being Fair?!” he turned his back on her.

“I—what—Athrun, I’m talking to you! Don’t you dare walk away from me! Athrun!!” Her voice shriek like a little child.

“…Ah, and I was jealous of that bellboy. What a fool I am.” He chuckled ironically.

Meyrin followed her husband until the door slammed on her face. “I can’t believe you did that to me!” She said outrageously standing outside the room. “Athrun, open up!” She banged on the door.

Athrun opened the door wearing unzipped-faded jeans, and Meyrin smiled, “You!—”

“How did you get the keys to the apartment?” He interrupted her.

That took her by surprise. “What?”

“The keys, how did you get the keys to the apartment.”

She looked at him in askance. “You expect me to tell you after what you slammed the door on my face?”

“Yes,” he bend down and kissed her. “And I’m sorry for that. Now tell me,”

“…I got it from the end table over there,” she pointed saying the words breathless after their kiss, “your whore put a weird little key chain on it, I removed it.”

“Weird key chain?” He looked at her like she grew another head.

“It was a furry and spiky object.”

Athrun chuckled putting a white polo shirt on, the door still ajar to his frame. “Didn’t know that was her taste.”

Meyrin raised her brows surprised that he agreed with her. Maybe he was taking her side now. Meyrin grinned. “Want to see it?”

“You still have it?”

“Well, I wanted to throw it out, but then I thought I could maybe punish it a little. She indeed stole my man.”

“You’re evil.”

Meyrin grinned. “I’ll be back.”

“Go and get me the keys will yah?”

Meyrin halted and turned around a question on her face. “Why?”

“Just want to see how dumb it looks, like you said, weird.”

Nodding, Meyrin went to her bag, grab the object and the keys, and ran back to him. Before he could grab it from her, Meyrin said, “I’ll it to you if you kiss me again. She tapped her cheek.

She thought Athrun would bulk, but to her surprise she got what she asked for. He kissed her on the cheek. She giggled and handed over the both items.

He lifted it up his eye view. “Ridiculous.”

“I know.”

“And I never thought you could be that bright.” He whispered slowly almost seductively. “Undoubtedly you are not.” Seeing through her, the insulted he implemented was not recognized.

Meyrin was still in her own trance. “Wh-What?”

Throwing the items behind him, he walked in front of her, pushing her away from the doorframe. “I think I need to get you comfortable.” He went to grab her bag.

Meyrin noticed the change of his voice. It wasn’t like a second ago. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, my dear.” He walked her to the door. He opened it to see Mr. Maddon walking by. “Ah, Mr. Maddon, can you do me a favor and take Ms. Hawke to the lobby”

Meyrin raised her thin eyebrows. “Lobby? Why is he taking me to the lobby? What’s going on—”

Athrun quiet her. “Shh. I need to show you something. Can you please wait downstairs?”

“But—I—”

“Don’t you dare come in without my permission,” he said cutting her off. He nodded his thanks to Mr. Maddon and slammed the door shut. That was a cheap shot—Athrun spitted the awful taste of her—he would do anything to get away from her.

A strained smiled appeared on his face as he walked back to the washroom. He pulled off his t-shirt and turned on the cold water.

“Wait, this can’t be right.” Dearka looked at the fresh cut lawn that went acres to the deep forest behind it, and the big huge house that was modern yet antique displayed miles away from where he stopped the car. He took a look over the tall gates that separated him from Adam and Eve’s paradise. He turned slowly to the blonde in awe.

“What?”

“This can’t be your home.”

Cagalli arched her eyebrows at him. “Why can’t it be?”

Still in shock, Dearka look at her, scanning for a lie. There was none. “If this is your home, why are you leaving with Athrun in that tiny apartment? I mean I know he’s my supervisor who earns lots but c’mon—”

Cagalli frowned at the mention of Athrun’s name. “I—uh, thanks for the ride, Dearka.” She stepped out of the car. “I—”

“Cagalli?”

She turned around to the familiar male voice. “Canard?”

“C-Canard!?” Dearka echoed the name startled. He was more surprise to his advisor than the huge dog that followed him.

The guy with long dark hippie locks bended his head to see his colleague. “Hey, what’s up, Dearka?” He waved.

“What are you doing here?” Cagalli asked not minding Dearka’s quietness. “Oh, hey, Link.” She greeted the German Shepherd.

“Visiting your mom. Oh, Lacus and Kira have some news. C’mon in.” He led her, stopping to turn to the blond in the car. He bended his head, tapping the hood of the car. “Hey Dearka, wanna come in?”

“…Nah, I’m good—”

“C’mon, the more the merrier.” Canard grinned opening the door on the driver side. “So, you finished those stats that I need on Monday?”

“Uhh…”

“Cagalli! What a surprise!” Her mom said standing up from her seat.

The house was exactly the same since she left. Not once, did she come back to pay a visit, maybe it was for the best, she guessed. “Hi mom, dad.” Cagalli tried her best to smile when she saw everyone she loved surrounding her, even if it wasn’t such a good day for her. Even her nanny was there too. “Hi Myrna.” She gave her a hug. God, it was so good to see them again.

“Now, I’m offended. Don’t I get a hug too? I thought I would be first.”

“Kira!” Cagalli jumped in glee to see her brother walking down the stairs.

“Hey little princess.” A woman beside Kira chuckled. “Lacus!”

She waved and hugged. “How’s life treating you?” Lacus asked.

Cagalli went still. “I—well,”

“Ah, speaking about living in the city. How’s the butler, darling?” Cagalli and Kira’s mom asked.

That caught Kira’s attention. “What butler?”

“That-the guy—the butler Lacus hired.”

Kira looked at his fiancée with a questionable look.

“I didn’t hire any butler.”

“Mom, what are you talking about?” Kira asked.

“There was a guy in Cagalli’s and your apartment. You know, the handsome guy with the medium blue hair, nice emerald eyes.”

Cagalli’s world felt like spinning as each and every secret she kept away from them came out like a whip on her back. It was a horrendous mess.

“Wait, mom, that can’t be. Cagalli’s living with this brunette named Miri or something.”

“Miri?” Dearka spoke out loud. “That’s impossible—”

Looking from the stranger introduced as Canard’s colleague, Dearka, everyone turned back to Cagalli, who was speechless. Cagalli’s chest felt tight. “Cagalli can you explain what’s going on—”

“Wait, Kira, that’s impossible—” Lacus clutched Kira’s arm before he did anything unwise.

“Were you living with a man for 6 months, Cagalli?” Kira continued.

“…” Cagalli bit her lips as her body shook.

“Kira, don’t bully her.” Canard jabbed.

“I’m not! Cagalli answer me!”

“Leave me alone!” Cagalli covered her face and ran upstairs to her room while passing Canard and Dearka.

“Young master, look what you did!”

“Myrna, I just wanted to help her!”

“Oh, sure, that was helpful.” Dearka whispered.

Kira turned to the stranger. He eyed him. “What did you say?”

“W-What? I just said—”

“You know this Miri person don’t you?”

“Wait, Kira, don’t—”

“Hey, Blondie, you better cough it up or else—”

As Kira kept questioning Dearka, who didn’t know much, Canard nodded to Cagalli’s parents and headed upstairs to Cagalli’s room. He knocked twice before entering. He heard uncontrollable sobs. Passing the beautiful shelves stacked with toys and pretty stuff animals, he made his way to the bed where his dearest friend lay face down on a green fuzzy pillow. He touched her shoulder for comfort, brushing some strands of hair out of her face. “Hey, you okay?”

Trying to control her sobs, Cagalli looked up to see Canard. “I should have locked that damn thing.” She said in a low threatening voice.

Canard lightly chuckled. “Saying the word ‘damn’ now, hm?”

Cagalli covered her face with the pillow once again. “What do you want? You come here to watch me in my shame?”

“No,” He turned her over, kissing her forehead. “I just want to comfort a friend.”

“…Why does this have to happen to me? I didn’t mean to angry, Kira— I just—”

“He’s—that’s the way your brother is. He’s just isn’t so familiar with guys close to you.”

“You are one.”

“Yah, but he trusts me.” He brushed off some of the wet strands from her eyes.

The world had to be so harsh with her. Whatever she did or wanted to do, there was always something to stop her. Why? Why, damn it. Couldn’t they just let go of her? Let her be?

“…You couldn’t just leave me alone, could you?” Cagalli frowned. She got up, and started walking to the washroom to fall on Canard as she lost consciousness.

“Cagalli!”

“How is she?”

“The doctor’s with her now…”

“Oh, what did that horrible man do to our daughter.” Caridad cried on Ulen, who just arrived from a business meeting.

“…Athrun wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t hurt a woman—” Dearka’s eyes met Canard’s ones. “You know that, Canard.”

“I can’t judge his character right now.” The dark haired man said quietly.

Everyone’s drifted to the family doctor with thick glasses and a Stethoscope hanging around his shoulders. “How’s my daughter?” Ulen asked approaching him first.

“…Mr. Hibiki, there’s no easy way to say this. But…”

“But?”

“Cut the suspense, damn it! Tell us!” Kira barked.

“Mr. Hibiki…everyone,” the doctor nodded slightly, “Ms. Cagalli’s pregnant.”

End of Sneaky Devil 18.

Note: Hmm…I’m not really proud of this chapter, I did somewhat rushed it. I guess the reason is that I just wanted to start the later ones. See any mistakes? Plz write them in your review, thanks. Anyhow, lots of thanks for reading, review if you want.

Questions are welcome so feel free to drop by and PM me.

By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

Stalling...

2008-09-09T23:22:33Z

So, i'm finished writing the structure. And now all there is to is enter details and edit the hell out of SD chapt 18 and i'm done. Seems easy... *pokes at self hard* not...

p.s. not making fake promises, it's my ass that won't move >___<"" lolz.

-Daisukiasu'n'caga

Insomnia

2008-09-01T22:32:18Z

Ok, so i'm lazy. beat me up. i haven't slept much this past weeks. =___= so tired. i think i have insomnia.

hm, ch. 18 of SD is coming soon, depends if i can actually ink anything on paper first.

-Daisukiasu'n'caga

Summer's almost ending...

2008-08-20T00:30:28Z

So...in truth...i didn't do much during this summer... =__________=""" i get so lazy (and tired) after work that i don't even bother doing anything else.... like my writing, replying emails, etc.... ~~(btw: Day off today)~~

I have to go back tomorrow....damn it... (~~Anyone has a rope I can use?~~)

Eh...anyone (if reading) got any random ideas for SD? (And plz don't say kill Meyrin off.)

-Daisukiasu'n'caga

[FF New Chapter] Chapter 17 of story, Living With A Sneaky Devil

2008-08-01T22:32:10Z

Category: Gundam Seed
Title: Living With A Sneaky Devil
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Where we go from here
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: Fiction Rated: M
Summary: [AxC] [AU] After years of being spoiled, Cagalli decides to move out.
But then she learns that she's forced to share her apartment with a gorgeous
hunk that she can't tolerate. With the seller gone. What's innocent Cagalli
going to do? Ratings changed [TM]

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3341819/17/

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Living With A Sneaky Devil

Disclaimer: It’s simple. I don’t own GS/D or Sunrise or any of the GS/D characters.

Note: Remember some characters are Out of Character.

—Sneaky Devil: 17. Where we go from here—

“Cagalli! Oi, girl, over here!” The guy in the car was calling out to her. He waved his hand back and forth signaling to her to come over.

A surprised look appeared on Cagalli’s features as she ran towards the convertible.

“Canard?” She said breathless. “What are you doing here?”

He flash her a pearly white smile. “Just finished partying. I’m heading home now.” His yawn turned into a frown as he noticed her body give a little tremble, probably from the night breeze, he assumed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Uh, nothing.” She looked around to see no one anywhere. “Just taking a walk.”

There was a long silence, which her party friend finally broke. “At night.” He certainly didn’t sound convinced.

“Y-yes. Why? Strange?”

“Yes strange. You never go out in the middle of the night. If I remember well, you never dared yourself to go strolling alone in the dark.”

Cagalli bit her lips. He was right about that. Darn. “Well, you’re wrong.” Her lips quivered. “I’ve change.”

She wasn’t going to fool him. Canard knew she was telling a white lie. He could read through her. Something must be wrong. She never looked so fragile and devastated in his days that he befriended her.

He opened the door and stepped out of his car. He gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Okay, what happen?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Boy trouble?”

Ever since he had a tiny yet huge crush on Cagalli’s older brother, he just couldn’t help but feel overprotective over Cagalli like he was her other brother.

“…Uhh, no.” She hesitantly denied.

Canard could see through her words. “…”

Yup. Indeed. She had boy trouble. Like while back at the office, she was quick in changing the subject.

Cagalli fiddle with her fingers unsure if to ask for refuge. She winced at that word. Never in her life did she ever have to wonder if she would ever go without a home or food. Hesitantly, she glanced around her at the dark empty street, feeling the same light cold breeze penetrate the layers of clothing to her warm skin. “Do you mind if I stay at your place for a while?”

Canard arched a brow.

“M-my place is getting remodeled.” Lame excuse. But that will do. She hoped. She really didn’t want to explain further with her mind all jumbled up.

“Sure.” He didn’t ask anymore. He knew a couple’s relationship was hard to keep. Gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual, experience, inexperience, whichever, still it was hard. Neither of them came easy with instructions. Canard shook his head and brushed his problems aside to looked up at his inexperience friend.

The bags under her eyes made him wonder if really it was a good idea to let her stay in such cruel adult world instead of back home where it was easy, childish, and simple.

Brushing the argument with his mind aside, Canard led Cagalli to the passenger side, closing the door after her. As he sat on his seat, he shifted the gear to 1 and started to move from the spot.

Her belongings weren’t the problem right now.

“Well, this is my humble home.” Canard said leading Cagalli in, locking the door behind. His cozy brown bungalow was located a bit far from the city. He loved the view and the quietness, yet he was the party devil when he stepped into nightclubs.

“You can sleep in my room.” He suggested.

“Where will you sleep?” Cagalli asked.

Showing her a set of bright teeth, Canard chuckled. “Well, as rich as I am, Cagalli my dear, I never planned of furnishing more than one bedroom. So,” he patted the leather sofa. “I’ll shack out here.”

“Oh, sorry, Canard. I didn’t mean to take your room. You’ve work tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, girl, it’s all right. It’s just Friday. I don’t mind.”

Before she protested anymore, he led her down the hall to the washroom. “I can see you’re tired, why don’t you take a shower and head to bed, hm? I’ll lend you some clothes.”

She hugged him and said her thanks.

She knew she could always count on Canard. Yet telling him about her problems was something she would probably not mention now at the fact that he would act like Kira. He would go a bit foolish and protective on her. And she surely didn’t want that. That would create more problems that would probably include her whole family.

Cagalli sighed, closed the bathroom door, and began taking her clothes off.

“Hey, girl, what’s with the long face?”

Cagalli turned around to see her boss, Mr. La Fllaga, talking to her. She tried to turn her frown around but she barely managed to hold it. She didn’t get much sleep last night. All her thoughts were about him, alas. Cagalli tried really hard to fall asleep, but it wouldn’t come. She ended up staring at the white ceiling for the whole night. “Nothing.” She casually replied trying to sound like her cheerful self.

“Hey, was it, the hottie who did this to you?” Miri jabbed in, a big smile on her face. “What did you call him? Mac-McSizzle?”

“McSizzle?” Mwu asked with a question mark and a faint blush on his face. He looked at the auburn haired girl.

“Yah, a guy who came once.” Miri supplied nudging Cagalli.

“Dating a customer, I see.” Mwu pondered out loud, rubbing his chin. “So, how often does he—Ow—” Mwu looked back to see his daughter had jabbed him on the rib with her elbow. “Stel-Stel, that hurt.”

Stella face turned pink at the nickname. “Dad, knock-it-off. You’re invading her privacy. And stop calling me Stel-Stel.”

“Wh-What? I’m not, sweetie. And Stel-Stel is a fine nickname for my baby girl.”

Before they started arguing, Cagalli cut them short. “Stella, can I ask you something?”

“…Sure.” She followed her near to the kitchen. “What do you—”

“Did you tell Mirillia?” Cagalli cut her short.

“About what?”

“…” She bit her lips.

Stella blinked and tried to remember what she heard as she passed by. “Are you talking about the McSizzle nickname?”

“Yes.”

“I swear to god, I didn’t, Cagalli.” Stella cringed. “…Probably she overheard, when we were talking days ago. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for her or others to find out.”

Cagalli shook her head and gave a long tired sigh, waving the topic off with her hand. “…Forget it.” She rubbed her temples.

“Did you find a place to stay?”

Cagalli nodded. “Yah. Thanks for last night. I didn’t mean to bother you two.” As she spoke Cagalli could see tiny black spots appearing everywhere around her view. She shook them off. Her heart panicked for a second.

It was nothing, Cagalli told herself. Probably lack of sleep.

“It’s no problem.” Stella didn’t sense her sudden discomfort as she peered at Cagalli’s under eye circles.

She suggested. “Do you want to take some days off?”

“Why?” Cagalli looked at the woman in front of her in alarm. She shook her head again as the discomfort came back again. She really need some sleep. Her whole vision appeared blurrier than before. She could feel herself go light headed.

“It’s just that you look so tired, it gets me worried.”

Cagalli managed a thin smile. “Don’t be. But thanks. I better get back to work.” When she started walking again, her knees buckled under her like her bones disappeared all of a sudden.

“Cagalli!” Thankfully Stella caught her just in time, she didn’t want a scene. She’d enough of her share.

Cagalli shook her head and looked at the blonde. “I’m fine.” She swallowed some saliva; her throat felt parched, and stood up with the help of her friend. “Just felt a bit dizzy for a sec.”

“…Now I really think you should take a few days off.”

“Pshh, it’s nothing. I’m okay. Don’t worry.” Cagalli patted herself clean. “Well, I gotta get back to work. See yah around.”

“Okay.”

Stella watched as her friend went back to work. She knew it was none of her business to pry in Cagalli or anyone’s business, but she just couldn’t help but worry. Ever since her mom passed away and her dad sobering from a ten-year drinking problem, she felt motherly towards anyone around her co-workers and the like. The minute she met Cagalli, she knew that she’d never worked before. Not that she was judging but she could tell by her curious observations and envious stares. Her questions made her smile. Somehow, she felt like an older sister to Cagalli. Stella never had a sibling before, maybe that’s why she’s feeling all this inside.

“Hey, you okay?” A co-worker nudged her from her thoughts.

“…Sometimes, she worries me.” Stella whispered under her breath before setting her eyes away.

“Tired?” Canard asked from the kitchen.

Cagalli slumped on the leather couch with a loud groan. “…A tad.” She said sarcastically, glaring at him through the walls. “Why isn’t there a bus stop near your house?”

He nonchalantly walked to her, hands in jean pockets, he replied. “Sorry, sugar pie, but I didn’t like the idea of neighbours stopping in front of my peaceful trance when it’s only me living in this grand spot.” He crooked his head to the side and asked, “Should I’ve given you a ride?”

“…No.” she silently replied. In truth she didn’t want him to. On her mile walk to Canard’s bungalow, she’d time to think things over. Feelings to reconsider.

She didn’t know how long she was lounging on the sofa but it was until Canard tapped her on the leg she shifted to look up tiredly.

“I’ve a guest tonight. Is that fine with you?”

Nodding without thinking she asked sitting up. “Want me gone for few hours?”

Hearing him chuckle she wasn’t sure if it was a yes or a no. “No, girl, it’s just a business colleague coming over for a discussion.”

“Oh.” She looked at herself than at him. “I hope your guest doesn’t mind me wearing your clothes.” She crinkled her nose. “I really look boyish in them.”

Canard chuckled. “Don’t worry.” He stood up to go to his room returning few seconds later. “I got you some girl clothes.”

“Oh.” She smiled shyly, feeling a little vulnerable. “Thanks.”

He acknowledged her thanks with a welcome. “You better get change, he’s coming over soon.”

“Sure thing.”

After the long shower, Cagalli came out wrapped around in a loose towel. She headed to his room to get something until Canard stopped her abruptly. “Wow, there girl.”

“Huh?”

“Use the robe. I don’t want my colleague to ogle you like a piece of eye candy when you already have so many admirers at home.”

Admirers? Like who? Making a ridiculous expression of her face, Cagalli turned back and accepted the robe he got for her. “Sorry.”

It was out of the habit.

After trying for a long time to brush her wet locks into a ponytail, she finally gave up. Her medium-short hair wasn’t doing much for her. She took a second to look at herself and nodded at Canard’s choice of clothing. The low-rise jean capris fitted her nicely as well as the black drop shoulder blouse. She didn’t wear a bra since she klutzily dropped it on the puddle of water she created beside the tub. And since she didn’t have a spare she’d to go without it. Luckily her top was black; she hoped no one could notice her state of undress.

She slipped on her thin thong black sandals and turned the doorknob, unlocking it to walk out of the washroom. She halted dead stop at the big white board her face almost made contact with. She peeked a look to see it was filled with business strategies and such.

“Canard?” She called out.

“Yeah?” He called from the entrance.

She could hear him talking to a man.

Probably the guest he was talking about.

“Nothing, never mind.” Not wanting to interrupt his chat, she walked into his room. Setting her soiled clothing in the shopping bag her new clothes came from, Cagalli grimaced at her filth. She will ask him where his washing machine was after tonight. She hated the fact that she’d to burden him furthermore with her necessities. And thinking about ‘doing laundry’ reminded her how hopeless she was when she started living in the city. She thought the laundering machine was a TV! The laughter she got from…Athrun. Cagalli’s smile slowly fell at her stupidity reminder.

“Sugar Pie?”

“In here.” Standing up, she walked out of the room to stop in her tracks at the doorway when she met familiar emerald eyes of a man beside her friend. Cagalli’s entire regained composition went to the trash. Her skin felt goose bumps rising in each and every pore of her body. Her body went rigid.

“Athrun, you do remember this lovely lady in my office the other day, right? This is Cagalli.” Canard said making introductions. “Cagalli, Athrun.”

“Of course.” His business personality untouched, always cool, calm, and collected. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cagalli.” Cagalli was thankful that Athrun made the first move, knowing that she wouldn’t. He shook her hand firmly, but she didn’t even comply. The warmth from his hand made her flinch. She took notice that her hands went cold to the touch.

Meeting him again was like setting a snake in front of a mouse, her being the mouse. Unable to leave, trapped, the mouse tries to run away, only to run in circles. Wherever it went, the snake taunted it with its sharp diamond eyes, waiting for the moment the mouse would tired, then it would make its conquest.

“Likewise...” Her hand fell limp against her side as he let go. She didn’t dare herself to look at him straight in the eye, not knowing if she could hold back unwanted tears damning to come out. How could he act like nothing happened to them? His current expression gave nothing away.

“I’ve a tight schedule, can we get started now?” His voice sounded voided of emotion.

“Sure,” Canard showed him to the living room they passed by, leaving Cagalli to her own device.

She watched as Athrun set his suitcase on the empty polished coffee table, opened it to take out some neatly stacked files, his laptop turned on, and neat glasses popped on the bridge of his nose, Canard beside him ready to go with his own materials.

Her lips quivered as memories of their usual late night coffee, sex, and documents rushed back to her. She slowly reentered Canard’s room to close the door behind her. She fell on the carpet ground with a silent thud. Unwanted tears started once again. She knew her unknowing hatred for this. Little tears are not for strong people (she wanted to be one). But she couldn’t help it.

Her sobs gradually grew but she silent them with her hands and whatever she could at her reach.

She just couldn’t help it.

Rays of faint light made its last tries pass the closed long curtains before going away as night fell. Garden lights hit the windowpane creating a faux glow on the curtains. A cool breeze made its way to the tired sleeping body.

Cagalli flinched at the cool unwanted air, tiny goose bumps rising on their wake. Cagalli stirred herself awake, a bit dazed and confused. She rubbed her eyes, opening them, knowing they were puffy and bloodshot red from all the crying that she fell to sleep. She blinked a couple of times to see what time it was and how long she stayed locked up in her own misery.

It read 9:43 P.M. on the electrical clock beside the bed on a nightstand. Three hours have passed since Athrun came over.

She unenergetically got up and walked to the abused tissue box on the other nightstand. She blew her nose clean before discarding it with several others that were thrown on the ground hours before. She looked at the clothes that joined them; they were the soiled ones from the bag she put in after her shower. Cagalli remember tripping over them accidentally, spilling them over the floor. Planning to clean them up later, she walked out of the room to still hear the two men still chatting. She had no plan in showing her face to either of them.

Her throat felt parched from all the fluid she wasted on the tissues. She walked to the kitchen, the big boards covering her entrance. She walked to the fridge, scanning what Canard had in store. She frowned and closed the door. She was hoping to see juice or something mild-sweet to quench her thirst, but all he’d was beer and something that was called Redbull. She didn’t know what that was.

When she heard steps from behind her, she called out. “Canard? Hey, do you have—” She turned to bump into a hard chest. “Sorry Canard, I—” She looked up to see she was calling the wrong person.

“He’s out.” Athrun explained, his voice cold.

Cagalli looked out of the room to find no Canard. He wasn’t lying. “...” When she felt his eyes smothering over hers, she felt like she was shrinking. A pain struck her heart and the agonizing throbbing started again. Cagalli looked down with a nod. She didn’t want to see him or even look at him. She didn’t dare herself to look up anyways. One look and she’ll remember things she didn’t want to.

Cagalli pushed past him to Canard’s room, thinking that she’ll wait there until he came back, then Athrun will be gone by then, and then she didn’t have to have more problems to think about. Her cowardly-naïve plans halted as Athrun caught her wrist.

She just got a sliver of the door open.

“Cagalli, tell me what are you doing here?!” his voice was harsh.

Even if she was scared she knew herself that she wouldn’t back down, she couldn’t let him hurt her again. But the pain was too powerful. “None of your business.” She tried to loosen his grip but he wouldn’t budge. She glared at him with a tiny tear slipping out of her eye. He had a tight grip on her. Not that it was painful, but what was happening that was.

“Are you doing this to get back at me?” he asked, he shook her lightly.

His eyes averted to the small crack of the door just above her head since she was a head shorter than him. He could see there was men’s clothes scattered on the floor. He gritted his teeth at the thought of them both. Jealousy burning over him.

Cagalli bit her lip and finally answered ripping her wrist from his grasp. “Yes. Why? Does it bother you?” Before he could say anything she answered for him. “It probably wouldn’t, am I right? You probably have plenty of women in your life you wouldn’t dare to bother with. Like you didn’t bother telling me anything before you robbed me of my innocence.” Her stabs were hurtful. “So what does it matter that I’m with Canard!?”

Athrun frowned. Taking her innocence wasn’t something he was proud of. He was cocky and restless that time trying to forget his previous mistake yet making another one. But the mistake he did with her felt right, it felt somewhat pure. But somehow he regretted now for tainting her.

“So, living with Canard, sleeping with him, and even if he was lying to me is not a problem. Like your wife said, I’m a slut.” She clamped her lips together. “If you must know, he’s my third.”

Shinn didn’t count, but he didn’t need to know that. She bit them again hopping her body wouldn’t shudder with fear, as she’s feeling right now. She wanted to cry, run, and hide her face. Not for the embarrassment of saying that, but for the horror of facing him.

It was too late.

What came after her words came an invasion of tongue. Athrun pushed his lips on hers with aggression, jealousy, and dominance. He knew that she was lying. He wouldn’t believe it even if she showed him. He was hers and she was his. No one else could have her! Damn it.

He knew he made a mistake, damn it. He was sorry. He really was.

He was.

He’ll show her.

He kissed her again and again, his teeth clashing into hers hard. He took her by surprise. Her unresponsive manner made him kiss her harder until she did. Her walls melted slowly in his hands. One of his hands cupped her neck— he didn’t want to let her go— while the other went at its own. He wanted to explain everything to make her believe that in his world, she was the only one. He wanted, he wanted to— his other freelance hand, reached her un-bra-breasts, thumbing one of her areolas with his thumb. Like a map in his mind, he knew what brought him to her. He knew how responsive she was.

But like a blow to the stomach, his cheek felt her hand and it stung. He felt his hold on Cagalli disappear. She drenched away. Red streaks appeared on his cheek as shock grew on his face. Cagalli panted heavily, bruised lips, tears falling.

He was stupid to think that he could get her like that.

“Damn it, Athrun! Don’t you dare think that just one damn kiss could forgive you for every lie you told!!”

“Cagalli—I’m sorr—”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” She pushed him off before closing the door. It slammed on his face.

Before he could call out her name and ask for an apology for his stupid judgment, keys jingle through the front door, the last person he wanted to talk to came in.

Canard’s whistles filled the quiet room as he entered. He looked around to find his colleague on the same spot in the living room since he left to get some supplies. Athrun’s hard pondering look made him curious. His eyes fixed on the ground.

“Hey, Athrun, I hope you’re hungry— What’s wrong with your face?” he asked when he spotted the red angry mark on Athrun’s face. It wasn’t there before, Canard remembered.

Athrun covered it with his right hand and shook his head, looking up a bit frustrated. “Nothing just leaned on it for too long.”

“Oh. Ok.” he apologized for the long wait as he set the groceries in the fridge before returning to the living room. “Want ice for that?”

There was no way Cagalli could have slept with him. “…No. I gotta go.” Athrun lifted his briefcase. The more he stayed the more he wanted to beat the heck out of his Advisor.

“Hey, what about dinner?”

“Don’t want any.” He turned to the door, halting when he heard Cagalli’s voice emerge.

“Oh—hey, Cags,” Canard smiled at the blonde. “What were you doing in there?” He chuckled.

“I’ll let you guess,” she said coyly grabbing Canard bringing him closer. She pecked him on the corner of his lips, blocking Athrun the real view of it, making it look like they were making out. When they parted, her gaze fell on Athrun with a triumph smile. That will show him that she’s not just for his fun and games. She too can be what he is. Hurting him was the only thing that ran in her mind after he churlishly kissed her.

“That doesn’t prove anything!” Athrun snapped, glaring at her, closing the door after him hard. His tone rang through her.

“…What’s gotten into him?” Canard asked bewildered.

Cagalli bit her lip; ashamed of herself for such a cheap shot. “…I-I don’t know…”

Oh, she knew.

What she wanted to prove, she couldn’t. She proved nothing. That she is with Canard. Her kiss with Canard was cold, yet friendly. Nothing there.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Athrun slammed the steering wheel hard with his fist as he droved in a dark deserted highway. I can’t believe she would do this to me after I already tried to— No, I deserved this, I’m the one who did this to her—but at what extend did she’d to hurt me like this— Athrun shifted gears, pressing the gas pedal hard as he sped pass sleeping grass and empty lands.

There was no way in hell he was going to sleep tonight, so frustrated and angry at himself for making such an ass out of everything. His youth was so…he was jaded. Athrun slammed his hand on the steering wheel again. Damn it. Why did he had to be—

The next few clips where the screeching of tires and the burned smell of heated plastic. Athrun panted hard, his heart thundering in his ears as he steered his car away from an incoming truck. He didn’t pay attention much to the road anymore than he should. His mind was filled with absurdities that he created himself.

His breathing slowed down as he lifted his head to watch the moon over him. Asphalt swirled passed his open window. The sweat beating down on his forehead was slowly wiped away.

Cagalli…

Grimacing with distaste, Meyrin sashayed down the hall when she heard the doorknob turning and the sounds of keys fiddling with the lock. She walked to the door to open it to find Athrun pushing her aside to enter. She glared. “Well, that was gentle of you.”

Athrun arched his brow at her. His vision was obscured.

“Why so late?” The familiar voice asked.

“Cagalli?” He stumbled forward to inspect the woman. She had the same soft skin as Cagalli, the look in her eyes were the same at night… “Cagalli?” he called out again.

A bit flustered, Meyrin tipped his chin and asked, “Does she make you happy like I do, Athrun? Hn?” When he nodded in a crocked way, the woman in front of him glowered. “She doesn’t make much of anything out of you, dear Athrun.” She slowly lowered her lips on his, nibbling his lower lip. “She’s not much of a woman, like I am.”

“Cagalli…” he whispered hoarsely.

“Why don’t you just let me show you, that,” She started on Athrun’s shirt buttons, snapping them off one by one. “I’m better than her.”

End of Sneaky Devil 17.

Note: This chapter was a bit rushed. Sorry about that (and about mistakes, if you find any, plz tell me, I’ll try to fix it). And also about updating really late. (It was supposed to be on the 14th-ish. I’d problems you wouldn’t imagine to have.) But, hey, better late than never, am I right? Thanks for reading by the way.

Now, is the suspense killing you?

Questions are welcome so feel free to drop by and PM me.

By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

10 Minutes Late

2008-08-01T07:13:53Z

><""" Only 10 freaking minutes before deadline, and i could have posted my update! But nope, didn't go my way, and rushing didn't help neither.... i hope they aren't any mistakes on my updated chapter.... >< *beating herself up for grammatic errors* DoH! i hope not.

Man, now, i really got to stop promising stuffs... I bet ppl are pissed for my late update.... =______=""" i can just feel another hammer on the head with the next update.... *Hides for cover*

-Dai-chan

Cartoon Funnies

2008-07-13T08:45:43Z

Something to laugh at before going back to studying...

Title and by are below, on strips: (Not mine btw)

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Sometimes you just want to rip your head apart if you're Hispanic or bilingual.

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Why some people shouldn't be authors for children books.

love this one, lol.

[Subject?]

2008-07-06T02:01:55Z

....I don't know what to say....

I know my head hurts....

Hmn... i'm going to lay down...

~~i've no idea why i bother posting this...~~

Well...I'm now:

2008-06-13T05:45:17Z

Writing ppl's requests & one-shots now... *groans* my eyes are sored...

SD chapter 17 will be out next month (shoot me if not).

Now that i think about it... (totally topic unrelated) i haven't done any exercise for, lol, a long time! Geez, can't wait till it hits at least 25 degrees! It's so damn cold still!!!!!! And it's summer already! Damn global warming! ><

-Daisukiasu'n'caga

[FF New Chapter] Chapter 16 of story, Living With A Sneaky Devil

2008-06-09T02:04:48Z

Category: Gundam Seed
Title: Living With A Sneaky Devil
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: No Decent Night Sleep
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: Fiction Rated: M
Summary: AxC AU After years of being spoiled, Cagalli decides to move out.
But then she learns that she's forced to share her apartment with a gorgeous
hunk that she can't tolerate. With the seller gone. What's innocent Cagalli
going to do? Ratings changed TM

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3341819/16/

Living With A Sneaky Devil

Disclaimer: It’s simple. I don’t own GS/D or Sunrise or any of the GS/D characters.
—Sneaky Devil: 16. No Decent Night Sleep—
Cagalli steadied him on the couch armrest, settling him down. She peered at his drunken state. The heavy blush that feathered across his face made Cagalli smile inwardly. When was a time when this man below her looked like a callow schoolboy?
Cagalli snorted. Hardly ever. Nothing could destroy Athrun’s cool demeanor. Well, except if you include the men she met since she moved in and the ones who tried to hit on her. Cagalli winced.
Athrun could get pretty jealous. And add to that, what happen today with Canard, she bet her whole hard-earn-cash he was pretty upset. Though she’d a hard time reading his reaction. First he looked cold and upset, next he whispered softly in her ear, and now — Cagalli gazed at Athrun fast asleep — she couldn’t tell if he was still livid or not. Drunk or not.
It wasn’t like she wanted to grab Canard intimately against her. They were just running around and it happened that he caught them at the wrong moment. He misinterpreted their position. Canard and her were childhood friends and Canard’s interest is of the same gender —
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Cagalli jumped, looking up startled, her gaze drawing to the entrance door. Oh, right, the person waiting at the door. Shoot, she got distracted. Getting up from the sofa she slowly walked to the door and looked through the peephole once again.
It was a woman with heavy crimson locks.
Cagalli arched a curious brow. This woman… she didn’t know her. Never seen her in apartment before.
The woman pressed the bell with her index finger again a bit more impatiently. Cagalli’s eyebrow twitched with mild irritation. She guessed the redhead didn’t give a darn if she was disturbing others in the building that was trying to get at least a decent sleep. It was way past midnight now, Cagalli looked over her shoulder to read the time on the clock.
Only partygoers gyrating the busy nightclubs and streets were still awake.
Athrun groaned at the irritating amount of noise the buzzer was producing. His head was throbbing in exuberant pain. “Open the door, Cagalli! C’mon, just open it! Friggin’—” It wasn’t as smooth as he wanted to be. But with all the alcohol he in took and the commotion the other person on the other side was making, Athrun felt like his head was about to crack open.
“Wha—” Shock register in her mind. She knew that he didn’t mean to use that demanding irritated tone on her, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt. She’d never seen him drunk before, and being aware that he was right now made her a bit uneasy. Cagalli let the thought of his tone aside.
At this kind of hour, I wonder what she needs. I have never seen her before in my life. She couldn’t be a neighbor in this floor. She…might be a family member of Athrun. Yah, that’s probably right. Though, he never said anything about having siblings—but then I never ask him nor did he say… She thought unlocking the locks in a quick manner, twisting the doorknob to meet dark blue eyes behind pink oversized Gucci shades, she asked politely pushing aside her curiosity. “May I hel—” But she was cut short.
“Where’s my husband, you slut?”
The menacing glare she got from the redhead made Cagalli blinked.
Shock registered.
For the first time in her life, this was the first someone called her a slut. She heard it way too many times from the TV dramas she watched to recognize it. She wasn’t a slut. A slut was a woman who slept with several guys promiscuously and Cagalli was definitely not one of them. Athrun was her first. And she loves him so much; she didn’t even dare to think of another man, aside from TV drama hotties.
Cagalli could feel her heart immediately stop. A word rang in her head making her puzzle.
Wait—did she say H-Husband? Athrun…?
“Hus-Husband—W-wha—Excuse me?”
“Don’t play with me, you whore, where’s my husband!?” the woman crossed her arms her eyes piercing with foul fury. She tried peering inside the flat but a tall manly figure she instantly recognized appeared blocking her view. The woman wasn’t very surprised. She narrowed her eyes on him.
“M-Meyrin!” Athrun’s eyes lingered at the intruder until something clicked in. His mind pinched open at the recollection of the person in front of him.
“That’s right, honey. Remember me?”
Oh, he remembered all right. His eyebrows furrowed.
Cagalli’s heart sank as she looked at the person she hoped to prove the woman’s lie false. She said in a low choked voice, “Ath-Athrun?”
…Tell me it’s not true…
…Tell me it’s all a bad dream…
…That I’ll wake up with you beside me…
And have you tickle me with kisses…
Cagalli could see that he swallowed a drunken gulp down his throat. He blinked a couple of times, he felt like the whole room was rotating. “Meyrin, what—what are you doing he--here?” He had a hard time forming the sentence as memories rushed into his mind with full force. He could feel a migraine coming.
The woman looked from Cagalli to him. “What do you think?” She looked at Cagalli with a superior aurora lifting her chin up, “I came back to take you home, darling.” She purred the last word.
Cagalli was speechless. She was between a man who according to this woman said to be her husband and a woman who she thought was Athrun’s sister.
The word ‘wife’ and ‘husband’ kept running through her head.
Meyrin pushed the blonde aside, shoulders bumping into each other, walking towards her husband inspecting his worn-out appearance. She brushed his unshaven look, the newly five o’clock shadow pricked under her fingertips with irritation. “Miss me?” she asked, her voice sultry. She pecked him on the lips leaving a dark rouge lipstick mark.
Athrun looked at the woman in his arms startled. He was confused and flushed with confusion. “I—” before he got another word out, he heard a thud. His roommate hit her naked heel against the wall. He turned his vision to the stricken blonde. “Caga—”
“I ca-can’t—believe you!” she stuttered, her voice clipped. “You-you’re…married—”
Too speechless for words, Cagalli turned and ran out of the apartment.
Meyrin dodged her pressing herself more to her husband. She snickered at the dramatic scene and turned to her husband. “Well, she made it easy. Wouldn’t you say that, sweetie?”
Athrun’s mind throbbed.
Cagalli knew something ripped inside her when she saw that woman pressed her lips against Athrun’s mouth.
Her head snapped upwards staring at the flight of stairs she ran down from, her chest heaving heavily from the long descent. She had no idea where she was going to, with no place to stay for the night, she wouldn’t let herself walk back to the apartment and brush everything away for the night like nothing ever happen. The confusion, the guilt started to sip in and the betrayal soon followed after. Cagalli bit the inside of her cheek, wiping off the fallen tears, promising herself not to break into tears again. She shuddered.
She shouldn’t have called him all those sweet puppy names.
She shouldn’t have shared his bed when she knew it was a bad idea in the first place. She curiosity had to win, stubborn thing. And it did. It made her bite her cheek harder.
She…shouldn’t have made him comfy in her heart. She shouldn’t have let him dig so far deep. So far that she wouldn’t let him go. Her heart felt heavy, like it was about to explode in agonizing pangs.
Worst of all, she shouldn’t have been so stubborn to move in with a man who in the first look looked like someone who broke hearts for a living! That miserable jerk had a wife!
…But he couldn’t have… Ath-Athrun said she was his only one. And…and, she believed him. All of it. All the lies.
Still too stunned and shock by everything, Cagalli pushed open the exit door and ran like she never ran before, barefoot and negligee-clad. Tears streamed down her face as her heart pounded with heaviness. The disgusting fact sipped in her tired and livid thoughts.
He’s…married…
Athrun…h-he’s married…
She stared at the door she stood in front of. After a few knocks the owner opened the door with a tired yawn. He rubbed his eyes. “Who in the hell at this ungodly hour—” His eyes snapped open when he saw who it was. “Hey— The blonde chick from the elevator— Ca-Cagalli, am I right?”
The blonde nodded her eyes shifted to the floor. His raven hair remined her of Athrun’s at night. She bit her lip, holding back choked tears.
Shinn’s tired eyes peered down at her almost revealing nightgown.
Before he could utter a dumb sex joke, the blonde jumped on him.
“Wow, there girl!” He was taken aback. She was squeezing the life out of him! He tried soothing her out of her hold but it made her sob harder. He wasn’t so familiar with her, so why did she come to him in the middle of the night? He could swear on his deathbed knew he gave her his address as a joke and only meant as a joke—well, till her pretty boyfriend gave him a big bruiser. Boy, did he have trouble explain it to his girl; she kept thinking he’d gotten into a fight, again. Anyhow, to his surprise, he didn’t know that—he looked over his shoulder to the blonde— Hello-Kitty would come over all of the sudden.
“Shinn?” A woman wearing a big black t-shirt that was clearly his underneath a big blue robe came out of the master bedroom with a long exhausted yawn. “Why aren’t you coming back to bed—” She stopped short when she saw whom he was hugging. The sleepiness running out of her system. She narrowed her brows squinting in the dark light. It was…one of the waitresses. Her coworker.
“C-Cagalli…?” Stella looked at her boyfriend with instant askance at their embrace.
“Stel—” Shinn noticed how Stella was looking at him. It wasn’t the first time. “What—I-I didn’t do anything!! She came onto me!” If Stel was trying to put two and two together between he and the blonde, his girlfriend was so wrong! He assured her, trying to pry off the sobbing blonde.
“Then why is she crying!?”
“How would I know!?” He wanted to know as well the reason of her sudden appearance! He seriously was joking about the invitation to his apartment!
Stella calmed down. “What’s wrong with her then?” she asked the question in a soft voice.
Shinn shrugged and sighed. “Beats me. She latched onto me before she told me anything.”
Stella walked to the blonde and brushed some strand of soaked hair off her face. “Cagalli?”
The blonde looked up to see her supervisor. She was a bit startled. “Stella?”
Stella nodded. Looking at her attire as her boyfriend did, she soothed the blonde with an entry to the apartment. “Why don’t you come in? I’ll make you some coffee.” She took off the robe she was wearing and placed it over the younger blonde.
Nodding slowly Cagalli accepted the warm robe and walked in.
The strong rich perfume that she wore made him lightheaded; it didn’t go with her well, recollection of broken memories kept flashing through his mind. His heart twisted once again.
“Well, did you miss me, lover?” Meyrin whispered the words closely to Athrun’s ears. Her warm breath melted nothing but turned ice when it touched his skin. Her voice is the epitome of annoyance to him. Others would say otherwise. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
His cloudy mind tried to register everything that happened a few minutes ago. Cagalli left. Meyrin came back. He was now sitting in the same damn circle he swore to never come back again to. But he did. He did this to himself, again. And he dragged the only person he realized was his true one. And the only one. She was naïve and tender. And he…he— Athrun rubbed the migraine rushing to his head. With the drinks he drank it was hard to push off the striking pain that wouldn’t elude him.
He turned to his so-called wife. His jaw went taut at the sight of her. “What are you doing here?” he asked pushing her off him at an arm distance.
“Well, I guess you weren’t obviously listening.” She sounded pissed. “I guess that happens when you invite certain whores—”
Athrun’s eyebrows furrowed, he gripped her shoulders, his nails digging deep. “Don’t you dare,” he growled. If he could change what he done before, Cagalli wouldn’t have run away like she did. If he could, he would. And if God knows where she’s now, he hoped she was safe. He would loathe himself forever if she weren’t.
He wanted to so badly run after her, but he knew if he did, that there was no point. Cagalli wouldn’t listen even if he tried. Her thoughts would be to scattered and heart shattered. Also, he didn’t know where to look. She was probably not at her brothers’ and couldn’t be at her best friends’, Lacus’. She was engaged and probably is living with Cagalli’s brother.
Athrun frowned.
She could be at…Canards’.
“Well, isn’t that sweet, my husband trying to defend his mistress instead of wrapping his cold insensitive likeness around his wife.”
He hissed and snapped. “Don’t you dare call yourself my wife! You’re the one who cheated on me!” The excruciating migraine came back in full force. He forced his eyes shut at the image still burn at the back of his mind, his wife fucking the bellman in their Honeymoon suite. Did she realize how many nights he wasn’t able to sleep at the thought of her adultery?
“What do you really want, Meyrin?” He was sick and tired of her hollow apologies. If she wanted to know the reason why he moved from the apartment they shared, she should damn well know the reason! “Why did you come here for, you conniving—” He stopped himself.
She sounded hurt if she even tried with her acting skills. What an actress. She would surely win an Oscar. “Why, you, of course!” She didn’t even deny him of the mere act! “Yes, Athrun,” she came closer, “say it, go ahead, call me a bitch. It’s what I deserve to be your wife again—”
He glared at her and her acts.
“Hey, can you keep it down?” a tenant from the end of the hall called out.
Athrun turned to the neighbour dressed in sleeping wear. Before he could say anything, Meyrin beat him to it. Her soft cheery voice got the man to leave the case. It’s the fakeness of her voice that tickled his thread-like patience. No matter what she did, he would not fall for it. She was an imitation of every man’s dream but in his, she wasn’t, anymore. “You don’t deserve anything. Not even the forgiveness from me. You brought this on yourself!”
He rubbed his throbbing temple. “Don’t you realize what you’ve done?” He added, the glare from his eyes piercing into hers, with anger.
Meyrin bit her lips and spoke. “Don’t you?” She unlaced her dark fur coat opened, wide enough for him to see.
Athrun straighten his posture at her next words.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.” Cagalli received the coffee mug from Shinn and took a long sip. Her thoughts were still jumbled. She dried off all her tears with the tissue Stella offered her but that didn’t mean that her heart wasn’t shattered into pieces.
“Do you want to talk about it? I bet it was that no-good boyfriend of yours that made you cry like this.” Shinn said sitting down beside Stella, who sat next to Cagalli on a three-seat couch.
Cagalli lips quivered as he hit the bullseye. She bit them to stop the tears from coming out.
“Shinn!” Stella hit him on the arm at his insensitiveness. They both guessed he hit the spot when Cagalli’s form quivered.
“Ow! What? I thought she wanted to share—”
“I can’t believe Athrun did this to me.” Cagalli spoke not even conscious that the couples were talking. Cagalli stared into the mug, her eyes not leaving the warm dark liquid that really resembled Athrun’s dark navy locks at night. “I thought he love me. He was always conscious of me.” Her voice broke. “But I never thought he—that I, I, was the one he cheated with.” She looked up at the couple. “He’s married.”
“I let him lure me in his trap without even noticing it.” Cagalli sniffled.
“Oh, Cagalli.” Stella brought her near her as she sat back into her seat, letting her talk on her shoulder.
“Why am I so stupid? How could I not see?”
“You’re not.” Shinn spoke surprising both women. “It’s him. He’s the one who mess up with this great girl I see.” He patted her shoulder. “If he can’t see what a great wonderful girl you are then he doesn’t deserve you. There’s tones of others who would kill to have a wonderful girl like you.”
His words touched her; almost made her choke back her words. “Thank you, Shinn.” Cagalli managed a smile holding back tears.
Stella nudged her boyfriend. “Hey, finally you said the right words.”
Shinn grinned at her teasingly. “Learned from the best of course.”
Stella blushed and whispered something to her boyfriend, making him laugh with a grin.
Cagalli stared at the couple. For once, she realized what true love really looked like. What Shinn and Stella had was something irreplaceable. She looked down at the coffee mug. If she could just change everything and start over again, maybe Athrun wouldn’t lie to her and would want her like Shinn wanted Stella.
Cagalli bit her lips.
Stop dreaming Cagalli, she told herself getting up. If Athrun loves you, he wouldn’t have lie to you all along. Just move on. Her heart twisted at the last words.
“I think I should go.” Cagalli spoke up placing the mug on the coffee table in front of her. “I’m really sorry for disrupting your sleep; it’s really late. I didn’t mean to bring my problems here.”
“No, no, Cagalli, you can stay. It’s really fine.”
“You can sleep in the spare room.”
“No, it’s ok. You guys have been really nice to me.” She walked to the door. “I should really thank you. Eh, but, I got nothing on me.” She looked down at herself, remembered what she was wearing and blushed at the double meaning.
“You can borrow some of my stuff if you like.” Stella offered. “I got spare.”
Feeling a little guilty, Cagalli nodded with a thank you.
Wearing Shinn’s white blazer with Stella’s light pink sweater and nearly-tight blue jeans under her negligee made her warm and welcome but she had to leave. She didn’t want to be a burden like she was to Kira and Lacus and especially to, Athrun.
They let her make a quick call.
“Are you sure, you have a place to stay for the while?” Stella asked worried.
Cagalli took thought on that for the whole while in the night. She cried most of the part. Not in the outside but deep inside.
Slowly she said, “Yah,” she turned to the shorter blonde, “thanks for everything.”
“No problem,” Stella rubbed her back soothingly.
“Hey, when you need something, just call us. We here for you.” Shinn pinched her cheek lightly.
Nodding with a light blush, Cagalli hugged them both before leaving.
She slowly walked down the stairs to the open gate, pushed it aside and crossed the street carefully. She didn’t want to dirty Stella’s red and white polka dot flats. They certainly looked brand new and never worn. They must have cost a lot if she’s surely not wearing them.
Cagalli shivered as she felt a slight breeze pass through her. She wrapped the blazer tighter around her.
She heard a shout from behind her. Cagalli slight turned around to see a forest green convertible with its leather rooftop on. She instantly recognized the driver. He was calling out to her.
End of Sneaky Devil 16.
Author’s Note: TGND & CD is currently on hiatus. My humble apology. I’ll try to finish this fic first then I’ll get started on TGND. CD will follow after.
Don’t know why but I’m going through a-hate-Meyrin-Phase. Please bare it with me.
Note(s): Meyrin cheating with the bellman on honeymoon suite; idea from TV drama Wonderfalls.
Questions are answered so feel free to drop by and PM me.
By: Daisukiasu’n’caga

News!~

2008-06-08T03:52:24Z

Tomorrow, readers, expect an update from me! (Oh God, finally!) 3 long months!

-Daisukiasu'n'caga