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Working on reviving this again. I kept stopping in the middle of doing it. Here are three Gundam Seed Destiny drabbles.


Note: Takes place during episode twenty-two of Gundam Seed Destiny. 'Shi' means 'death,' which is Stellar's block word.

She saw the good of her world in shades of blue.

The fabric of her dress as it twirled about her lithe form, when she performed a solo waltz during those snatches of carefree moments

There was the remarkable shade of her Neo's eyes, the few times she'd chanced a glimpse of them through the ever-present mask that shrouded his features.

Then there was the room. The esoteric chamber with its walls of deep cobalt. Where she slumbered in the bizarre velvet cushioned enclosures she understood not the meaning behind. She didn't know what the room was for, because she didn't remember. However, indeterminate flecks of memory told her she'd often entered in great pain, and woken up at peace, the blue of the room surrounding her.

Lastly there was the ocean. Calming, beautiful, serene. Stellar Loussier spent hours upon hours gazing upon that endless azure sea. And when she could, she would touch it. Feeling the cool of the sand beneath her feet and between her toes as she traipsed through the shallow waters.

Stellar never dreamed that blue could be something dangerous. Not until her waltz was interrupted the day she tumbled into its endless depths and became familiar with its far less peaceful side. She could not breathe, life's necessary oxygen nowhere to be found. She could not walk or dance or fight her way to safety as she fell down, the sea engulfing her form.

But he could. He fought the sea and he fought Stellar. Insistent on retrieving the wayward girl despite the unforgiving waters and the violence of her panic.

When they reached the interior of the cove, refuge achieved Stellar noticed that her savior wasn't blue. There was not a speck of the color on him. He was all blacks and grays, but mostly he was red. His eyes stood out amongst the rest of his features, crimson like a warm consoling fire.

Stellar had always hated the color red. It was a color that exemplified death. Shi.

But for now, she was gladdened to see this boy's shade of red. Shinn.

And for now, she was perfectly content without a single trace of blue.



(Written for[ profile] soraphilia's Birthday)


Meer Campbell placed her pointer finger on top of the miniature round robot and rolled it back and forth across the table. Oddly, she had been thrilled to receive the little robo-pet.

Her very own haro.

She remembered how quite often, even during the interviews, photographs, and performances of Lacus Clyne, she'd carry her pink haro as if it were a constant companion. It was a gift from her fiancé, Athrun Zala. Lacus had revealed during an interview, her features brightening. "His name is Pink-chan!"

Her own smile widening at the thought, Meer tapped the haro and was delighted to see small fisted arms emerge from its sides. "Are you okay?" It asked in a mechanical, yet comedic voice.

"I'm good!" The pink-haired girl exclaimed, marveling at the toy.

"Excuse me!" It continued, and Meer swore she caught a bit of a smart aleck tone from the haro.

Lips tightening into a pout, she firmly placed her finger on the haro. Leveling her gaze with it, she reiterated. "I said I was good!"

The haro struggled to roll under her touch, and Meer removed her hand. "You understand."

"Ehh! Of course I understand… you asked if I was okay and I told you…"

"Hey hey. Hello, Goodbye!" It interrupted, flapping and lighting up.

Meer tapped her chin, somewhat exasperated by the little pet she'd been given for her role as Lacus. "I guess you don't understand me," the pout returned.

"Haro Haro," the red robot leapt into her lap and bounced up and down, little arms retracting. In spite of her momentary vexation, Meer couldn't help but let a light laugh escape.

"But you're still cute. Lacus-sama was right about that." She held the haro to her chest. "And I suppose… you'll be very good company."

"Hey, ready to go!"

Realization striking her, Meer nodded.

"That's right, we have to meet up with the Chairman now," she tapped the little companion between the two lights on its front, grateful despite knowing that the haro didn't understand her. "Thanks for reminding me… ahh," she paused in contemplation, "Red-chan. I'll call you Red-chan."

"Haro wow wow!" Red-chan shouted, and Meer would make believe that meant he approved.



Note: Takes place during the 'shopping scene' in episode forty-six of Gundam Seed Destiny.


Kira Yamato stood patiently outside the dressing room, Athrun and Meyrin flanking him as Lacus put on an impromptu fashion show.

The door swung open repeatedly, the pink haired young woman stepping out in style each time. Meyrin was clearly thrilled at seeing the idol who had become her friend play dress-up in a department store. Athrun looked slightly bemused himself.

Kira however, did not display such obvious enthusiasm. (Although he was pleased to be able to spend a free afternoon out and about, away from worries of what lay ahead for the crew of the Archangel.) He observed as she entered and exited, wearing something new each time. And each time he gave his opinion on the selection, in non-descript replies that were never longer than one syllable.

It was after several outfits and just as many proclamations of 'good' or 'nice' from Kira that a playful pout crossed Lacus's features. She was not genuinely upset, but girls, even girls who are former pop idols, value the positive opinion of their boyfriend.

Looking slightly taken aback, the brown-haired young man sighed in slight amusement.

It was not in Kira's disposition to express this out loud, but it was difficult to get excited (his subdued nature aside) over his companion's spur of the moment play at modeling.

This was simply because well, he thought, Lacus looked quite lovely in everything she wore.

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