The following is unapologetically OOC. I just really wanted to do it.
I don't own Gundam Seed Destiny, though in my deluded imagination I do have full executive control of Bandai, so whatever.
It was a beautiful spring morning, acute, the sort of hyperperfect morning you only see in old movies, where a precisely chosen number of white, fluffy clouds drift across a sky of deep cerulean blue.
Shinn Asuka lay on his back, his head near a patio door. The door looked out on the sky and, he knew, a cliff edge, just meters away, descending into the ocean. Light streamed into the room through the glass door, warming Shinn's face. He sighed heavily.
It had been half a year since the death of the Chairman and the end of Project Destiny. Half a year already. The first few months were a blur. He had been in a state of something like shock following those events, following his loss to Kira. But somehow, he'd pulled through. Thanks to Lunamaria, probably. She had helped him through, for those first four or five months. But she'd left not all that long ago. He heard her crying, one night. He hadn't gone to find out why. And the next morning, she hadn't been there anymore.
Still, the one thing he couldn't get out of his head, even after all this time, was Stellar. He had only known her for a short time, but Shinn felt like he knew her as well as if he'd shared her entire life. If it hadn't been for her death, if he hadn't been half-blind with rage, maybe he could have seen through Chairman Dullandal's plans. Maybe he could have changed… something. All because of Stellar. All because he loved her, because he failed to protect her. He still loved her, even now. Sometimes, in dreams, she would come to him, and he'd be happy again. It seemed like the only happiness he could know now. He had talked about it sometimes, with Lunamaria. She never said anything, though. She just stared, her eyes filled with… Shinn couldn't really remember…. Hurt? Of some sort? At least, he'd talked to her about it until she left.
It was all Kira's fault, he knew. That damned Kira. He'd killed Stellar. He'd been responsible for the attacks in ORB that killed Shinn's family. Him. He was at the heart of it all. But Shinn had fought him, and Shinn had lost. Shinn was still powerless. So powerless.
If there was only a way he could become stronger….
Suddenly, the light streaming through the plate-glass door lessened, as if something had swept in front of the sun and left a giant shadow over the house. A deep, robotic voice reverberated through the house like the too-fierce wailing of a concert-sized guitar amplifier. It took a moment for Shinn to make out the words, through all the mechanical interference.
GOOD MORNING, SHINN.
"What the… Who is that?" Shinn shook his head, confused, struggling to understand. A memory tugged at him. "Athrun? Is that you, Athrun?"
YES.
"What is it, Athrun? Is there some sort of trouble? Can I help?" Shinn was on his feet now, running toward the front door at the other end of the house. Why would Athrun be here? Could Zaft be reconstructing its army again? Or maybe a new Earth Alliance of some sort?
YOU'RE A WHINY LITTLE BITCH, SHINN.
Shinn emerged onto the veranda stretching around the front of the house. Just in time to see the immense foot of Infinite Justice descending toward him.
The house offered no resistance, really. No structure that small could. As the mobile suit's foot touched the ground, Athrun couldn't help a small smile from spreading across his face. He'd wanted to do that for a very long time. He opened the hatch to look out and picked up the suit-external microphone one last time. Athrun's voice came booming back to him from the external speakers.
LUNAMARIA SAYS HI.