Author's Notes: More DeaYza (because I cannot resist…) This will be my collection of 20 DeaYza themes started on the livejournal community- deayza.
Enjoy!
Title: Sea Battles
Theme: #15 – Ocean
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/Romance/General
Characters/Pairings: Dearka x Yzak. Some interaction with Athrun and Nicol.
Author's Notes: This is a WYDS (what you didn't see) segment of episode 28. It's basically what Dearka and Yzak are up to while Athrun and Nicol take the stroll by the shops in Orb. Yay for some fun on Onogoro Island.
"Okay, we'll split up and meet at the benches by the harbor in three hours. Understood?"
Yzak scoffed, it just figured Athrun would try something like this. He was just trying to get the jump start, probably having some commander's tip-off about the whereabouts of the legged ship.
"And let me get this straight, you two are going to take the city while we get stuck with the waterfront?" He muttered through gritted teeth, Dearka's hand on his shoulder holding him back from jumping Athrun then and there.
The last thing they needed was getting their cover blown because Yzak's temper was at its boiling point.
"Are you sure you're not just bluffing to buy time to go window shopping?" Dearka joked; cocky grin on his face as he awaited Athrun's retort.
But before either party could continue, Nicol piped up.
"Guys, if we don't start looking soon we'll never know if the ship's here or not. If you two really want to take the city, I'm sure Athrun wouldn't mind..."
"I'm not asking him for any favors," Yzak bit out, turning on his heel to leave, "Come on Dearka, we have actual work to do."
And just like every other time Yzak would storm off in a huff, Dearka followed.
They'd walked for about an hour down by the shoreline and there still wasn't any sign of the Archangel. Looking out at the blue waters, Dearka sighed.
"We sure don't have oceans like this on PLANT. It's very nice just to stand here and watch the waves come and go."
"If you're really that bored, I suppose," Yzak snapped.
"What's your problem?"
He opened his mouth to begin another tirade, but Dearka held up a finger and said it before he could.
"Let me guess: you still want to kick the Strike pilot's ass for sinking your guul. You're mad at Athrun because he's in charge and you're not. And now you're just sulking because you find this whole undercover idea retarded since we aren't getting anywhere."
"You have any better ideas!"
Dearka's gaze shifted back to the ocean and he smirked.
"How about we blow off Athrun and go swimming?"
"What!" Yzak blinked, torn between berating Dearka for such a stupid idea and wondering if it just another joke.
"It's a nice day; I'm sure we could find a beach and just relax for awhile…" He trailed off as he noticed Yzak gawking at him, "Well, and we deserve some vacation time, right?"
Crossing his arms defiantly, Yzak rolled his eyes.
"I've had my fill of swimming as of late."
Dearka frowned, thinking back to how the Duel had hit the water when the Strike had cut through Yzak's beam saber. Then again, there was something else about that battle that stood out in Dearka's mind.
"What do you think you're doing, Dearka? Hurry up and stop that ship now!"
"I know…"
He knew Yzak was just frustrated. He knew Yzak would rather have barked those orders at Athrun. And he knew that even Yzak wouldn't yell at Nicol unless really provoked.
So, of course, that left him to take the brunt of his friend's fury.
"You know, the ship might be hiding down off the beach…"
"Dearka…" He warned, adjusting the baseball cap on his head.
"If they're here, they probably docked somewhere via the ocean, right?"
"I suppose…"
"It's settled then, we're going swimming!" Dearka announced.
And ignoring all the protests Yzak gave, he dragged the silver-haired man down the street.
"There's no ship here either," Yzak muttered coarsely.
Dearka shook his head- some fun Yzak turned out to be.
There they were, on a secluded beach, with nothing but tacky tourist-printed swim trunks on and Yzak was still defiantly sulking. Knowing they only had an hour until their rendezvous with the others Dearka decided it was time to take action.
This is what you get for bitching at me during the battle earlier, Yzak.
Marching over to where he stood, Dearka tried to remain casual. Once he was mere inches in front of Yzak, he smiled slightly.
As expected, it was just enough to pique Yzak's interest as to what he was up to.
"What?"
Without a word, Dearka reached down and swung a flailing Yzak over his shoulder.
"You ass, what are you doing! Put me down!"
"I said we were swimming, so we're going swimming whether you like it or not."
"Dearka! I said put me down. Now!"
He walked a few more strides, then he obliged… dropping Yzak right into the cool ocean water.
"There. I put you down. I hope you're happy now," Dearka remarked, watching with amusement as Yzak surfaced amongst the waves.
"Bastard! I ought to kill you for this! This is retarded, idiotic, insane, batshit…"
The rant drew to a close as Dearka jumped in next to him, water splashing over Yzak's head.
"Grrrr…"
Swimming beside him, Dearka ruffled Yzak's damp hair.
"Come on. We're all alone and who knows the next time we'll get a chance to be together like this. Loosen up, will ya?"
Yzak turned away with a distinctive 'hmph,' but his words betrayed his attitude.
"We'd have more time alone if Athrun wasn't marching around on patrol all the time."
Dearka laughed at that, knowing all too well why Athrun did.
"Yzak, if you take that racket out of context he probably thinks you're killing me. Of course he's going to worry."
"He needs to mind his own damn business," He muttered, a light blush on his cheeks.
After once again assuring that they were alone, Dearka leaned up behind Yzak and wrapped his arms around him.
"Well, he's not here now and neither is anyone else," The golden-haired man whispered into Yzak's ear.
"St-stop that!"
Flustered, Yzak pushed him away and sunk down in the water until only his eyes were showing.
"Yzak…"
The silver-haired man fumed, bubbles surfacing when he sighed in frustration.
Devious idea permeating Dearka's mind, the Buster pilot took a deep breath and went underwater.
"Dearka- what are you…" Yzak's question died on his lips as he realized just what his friend had been up to.
Sure enough, moments later the golden-haired imp surfaced with Yzak's swim-trunks in his hand.
"You were saying?"
Half-embarrassed, half-angry, Yzak did the one thing he could think of.
"Dearka!" He cursed, diving forward and tackling Dearka into the water.
A brief struggle between the two ensued; Yzak making vain attempts to retrieve his shorts without getting out of the water and Dearka doing his best to play keep-away.
Growling under his breath, Yzak realized there was only one way to end this.
"You give up?" Dearka taunted, waving the trunks about like a flag.
Lunging forward one more time, Yzak captured Dearka's lips with his own. Their tongues battled for dominance, too absorbed with each other to register the ocean's saltwater taste.
When they stopped a moment for air, Yzak's confident grin returned full force.
"Idiot, you let your guard down," He said smugly, holding not only his own, but Dearka's swim trunks in his hand.
"Wha…when did you…"
Yzak pecked him a light kiss on the lips; then reached underwater to pull his own shorts back on. Once he was certain that he was covered, Yzak swam back to shore- Dearka's swim trunks this day's prize.
As the two finished drying off and pulling back on their blue jumpsuits, Yzak's winning smirk never once left his face.
"Go on, say it."
"What?" He blinked, playing innocent.
"I know you want to, so say it."
"I have no idea what you could mean."
"Yzak…"
He turned, arms crossed in confidence.
"I won."
Dearka laughed, knowing he'd just unintentionally made Yzak's day. Leaning forward, he gave Yzak a chaste kiss.
"So did I, Yzak."