tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Yesterday, Before the Gender Switch.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cagalli and Athrun
Summary; Cagalli goes to console Athrun.
Log;

"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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Athrun concentrated hard on the controls, doing his best to block out all sound of Cagalli's voice. He had expected this much from the girl; she always had been a stubborn one. When her voice took on a pleading tone, he steeled his will, glaring fiercely at the panel lit up before him. Surely she understood - this had to be done, Lacus had to be brought home... they all had to return home as soon as possible.

There followed a pause, before the cockpit shook slightly at Cagalli's venting. Of course-- Athrun's head snapped up at the sudden scream that reverberated through the walls of his seclusion. Did she-! Punching a button, the pilot flew out of the doors the minute they opened.

"CAGALLI!"

Wrapping his arms round the falling girl, he twisted in midair to ensure that he would take the impact of the fall.

The Natural felt strong, wiry arms encircle her--and her scream melted into quiet shock, nothing but surprise etched onto her features.

Why had Athrun...? IDIOT. Why had he....?

The two bodies hit the concrete ground with a loud thump. Any Natural that fell at that height would have died--except, Athrun was a Coordinator. The impact didn't echo as her voice had earlier, and for several moments, there was no sound, no movement.

Cagalli lay atop of Athrun, blonde strands entangled with blue, her bright golden eyes wide with surprise and a trickle of fear. Part of her didn't dare check whether he was alright--she wasn't quite sure she wanted to know the answer. Weakly, she heaved herself up and off of Athrun, her voice hoarse, "...Athrun?"

All the breath was knocked out of him with one blow, limbs going numb as the shock vibrated through his body. Athrun had been prepared for the impact, but no amount of preparation could have taken away the pain all the same. Closing his eyes, he willed his muscles to relax under the sounds of Cagalli's heavy breathing.

Cagalli-!

He felt his arm slip off her waist- circulation hadn't returned just yet -as she rose up from his chest, and heard the waver in her voice as she whispered his name, softly, with so much fear. No sign of pain, that was good. Eyes flickering open, the Coordinator opened his mouth, pausing when no sound emerged. Clearing this throat, he tried a second time, ribs aching as he did so. "Ca... galli? Are you... all right?"

"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?"

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!"

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.

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..."

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