Log; Ongoing

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When; Yesterday, Before the Gender Switch.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cagalli and Athrun
Summary; Cagalli goes to console Athrun.
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"ATHRUN!" Several seconds of silence passed, and Cagalli found herself listening to her own booming voice ricochet against the walls. Tilting her head backwards, she gazed upward, and squinted at the large Gundam, its shiny crimson coat glistening underneath the lighting. Frustrated--her voice was becoming rather hoarse--the blonde skirted her way around onto the elevator, and slammed the green button, ignoring the sharp jolt of pain that ran along her fingers. Maybe she had hit it too hard.

The platform began to rise and soon enough, she found herself in front of Justice's cockpit. Cagalli reached out to knock, hesitated, reconsidered and withdrew her arm, cradling the length of it like a nervous child.

"...Athrun, open the door." More of a request than a command, her voice a little softer than before. Silence, again, ensued. Her patience was smeared thin, her brow furrowed in distraught. Scowling, Cagalli raised her voice, "Athrun! Open it! Now!"

...Again, nothing but the echo of her voice. And then, as expected, silence.

Aggravated, Cagalli kicked the Gundam, irritation making her brash. She stumbled backwards, hissing slightly as pain seared through her leg. Staggering backwards, she felt her balance on the platform waver, and backwards she went. She opened her mouth as she tumbled into the air, falling. A high-pitched scream tore itself from her throat, bright golden eyes wide with surprise and panic.

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[thegoldenrose.livejournal.com]

"Idiot! IDIOT." Cagalli's voice took a sharp rise as moisture welled up in her eyes, clouding her vision. Only Athrun could take the fall and ask if she was alright, only Athrun was that stupid. That thick-headed. She wanted to scream at him, wanted to scold him, but at the sight of him, her voice fell to a whisper, stubbornness giving way to concern.

"...I'm fine, Athrun."

Peering down at the injured figure, Cagalli reached out and brushed aside a few locks of dark cobalt hair. And she swallowed the lump in her throat. It was only when she was sure she trusted her voice that she spoke again, "...C-can you sit up?"

[giustizia-rosso.livejournal.com]

Athrun could feel the blood returning; it was like taking a fresh breath of oxygen after having submerged underwater for more than four minutes. Sensing Cagalli's expression, his gaze turned to the side as he felt his chest tighten - he was almost always the source of her tears. Emerald eyes flickered back to search the girl's face when he felt a trembling hand brush at his hair. Anger, of course, frustration... and so much relief.

"Ahh," he managed, "I-" Just as he had begun to push himself up with his elbows, pain shot through his right arm and he winced, face contorting in his valiant attempt to hide it. "-I'm fine."

At least Cagalli was all right, but-- he stopped in his struggle, frowning. If he hadn't caught her in time... "Just what were you thinking, pulling a dangerous stunt like that anyway? You could've died!"

[thegoldenrose.livejournal.com]

Concerned crossed her features as she watched Athrun rise, her jaw set, her face oddly pale. For several moments, the blonde said close to nothing, a mixture of fear and silence keeping her protests and thoughts at bay. The difference between a Natural and a Coordinator appeared to be close to nothing on the exterior--but, Cagalli winced, pushing the thought from her mind.

The color seemed to return to her face when Athrun seemed fine, but she kept a hand to his back and one to his arm to steady him.

Surprise and distress dissolved into mild irritation when Athrun began to speak, as if she'd been the idiot, "--You were the one who locked yourself up in Justice! Its--Its not like I planned to fall off the stupid platform! If you had opened up, I would have--"

Relief flooded over her as she realized that Athrun was unharmed. Barely able to supress a smile, Cagalli wrapped her arms around Athrun's shoulders, pulling him close.

[giustizia-rosso.livejournal.com]

The annoyed retort the pilot had expected, but the hug, he did not. Shoulders stiffening with surprise when he was pulled into the warm embrace, he found his mind to be blank of any words he could put forth.

It, really was his fault for causing so much worry. So much needless worry.

As Athrun allowed himself to sink comfortably into the familiarity of those enclosed arms, he buried his face into the junction between the lean neck and shoulder and released a soft sigh. "Sumanai..."