A/N: I'm soooo sorry about the time between updates! I should have the next part up soon, I decided to split the two in half so it'd be easier on me…

First Impressions

Falling
Chapter 6: A Twist of Fate

Athrun had known the moment the two had started following him. He was too well trained to not sense it, and he had spent much of the morning amused while he watched the two scurrying around. He wondered if they realized that he was leading them around, giving them a tour in his own way. He was nonplussed when they had first walked into the stores full of bolts of silk, wool, and cotton, hoping to impress the girls by the selection offered. The store looked like a veritable rainbow of colors, gorgeous, and he knew that no woman could resist it. He was soon to realize that he was wrong, and that he knew one woman who could resist it, Lady Lacus Clyne. Meer on the other hand had been overjoyed, squealing with delight and almost immediately diving into the fabrics. Torture, utter unbelievable torture, and he instantly regretted stepping into the store. He sat on his stool wishing that he had brought a book to read while Meer fluttered too and fro excitedly dragging four or five distracted shop helpers with her. For a brief second he wondered if he would have to pay for this exorbitant expenditure, and cringed at the sight of a poor shop boy staggering under the weight of the bolts of cloth heaped upon him.

His eyes wandered outside and he noticed two scruffy looking boys standing beside of one of the booths excitedly talking about something. He knew instantly that it was them, and it did not take the telltale glimmer of a golden cat, or the ghostly banded tail of a raccoon for him to know that there stood Lady Clyne, and Lady Haw. He was actually a little bit impressed by their disguises, as anyone who saw them thought that they were boys. The thick cloth of their coats and pants disguised their feminine curves, and with their hair stuffed under those caps no one could tell. He wondered exactly how many times the two had snuck out of their homes to wander around, and it didn't startle him one bit.

"Oh Athrun!" the cheerful voice dragged him back to smile politely at the pink haired girl positively vibrating before him. She clapped her hands ecstatically as bolt after bolt was shown before his utterly dazed eyes. Purples, whites, and blues flowed past him as he tried his best to give her his opinion; however, as his fingers reached out to point he was rudely interrupted.

"Oh Athrun! How did you know that purple was my favorite color?" she exclaimed, and he just nodded. He was definitely pointing at a blue piece fabric, and he wondered momentarily if she was color-blind. He discovered that she was just pushy. "Oh yes that purple, but my dear which shade of purple? Don't you think this one is too pink? And this one too blue? Oh darling help me decide!"

Her incessant babbling, and the use of those endearing names caused him to flinch. Trying to throttle his irritation, he smiled politely again and rose to his feet, "Meer I'm sure that any color you choose will look absolutely ravishing on you. Now if you'll excuse me I think that I shall step out for some fresh air."

The sarcasm was lost on the girl as she just giggled before another bolt of fabric caught her eye. He left the store with a sigh of relief inhaling the refreshing smell of morning dew. He glanced to his side and noticed Dearka keeping guard faithfully, though he noticed a yawn or two. He saw Milly and Lacus vanish deeper into the crowd the moment he appeared, and he chuckled a little at the efforts that they were putting into this.

"God Athrun, I can't take much more of this store. Can't you show her something more interesting?" Dearka groaned as he leaned against the glass window of the shop. The man looked impeccable again, even in his fit of complaining looking like the ladies man he truly was. Athrun heard giggles and Dearka shot them an award-winning smile.

"You can be so disgusting sometimes Dearka." Athrun muttered as he chose to stand instead of lean against the window glass. He ran his hand through his hair with frustration. Glancing back he noticed that Meer looked nowhere near finished so he started to try and spot the two girls in the crowd.

"Look who's talking, you've got pretty boy hair, not to mention you don't have to do anything to have the ladies falling all over you." Dearka mocked him, before straightening up a little bit more seriously. "You're even stringing along two ladies, something that I would never do."

Athrun snorted in a very un-Athrun like way, but stopped when he met Dearka's eyes. "What do you want me to do? I didn't know that I was engaged!"

"I'm not telling you to do anything I'm just commenting on it." Dearka replied. Then Athrun saw his face twist into the strangest expression he'd ever seen, following his line of sight he saw Lacus and Milly talking rapidly with another person, that he could not make out. "Are those two girls, who I think they are? Why the hell are they dressed up like that?"

"You just noticed? They've been trailing us since we left the castle, you must be getting rusty." Athrun teased. Then with a sigh he turned and stepped back into the store. "Sorry, duty calls."

Dearka just gave him what the guy assumed was a condoling glance before Athrun seated himself once more on the stool as Lady Meer held up more bolts of cloth before him. With a sigh he just decided to nod intermittently while she babbled, and while her voice hurried by him his eyes wandered languidly over the shelves of color. That's when he saw it, and rising from his feet he walked the few steps to a particular green bolt of cloth. He ran his hand over the fabric feeling its thick, soft texture under his fingers. Meer had wandered up beside him to see what had caught his eye, but he was too lost in thought to see her. This was her color, and no other person could embody it like her. He could almost see her enveloped in this delicate shade of mint green, bringing out the brown in her eyes, delicate against the warmth of her fragile skin, while her golden hair cascaded down her back.

"Sir may we help you?" the owner of the shop was an aged, old man who looked like the dyes he'd spent his whole life working with had seeped into the skin of his fingers. He noticed that Meer had pouted and left, once more trying to decide between two different shades of blue, and he was relieved for the privacy.

"I'd like you to send this bolt of cloth up to the castle. I will pay for it along with the ladies." He said, his fingers still enjoying the tactile feel of it under his hands. The man nodded and discreetly took the bolt down, and for a second he found his hands missing the feel of it.

"May I add that you have very fine taste your Highness? This particular shade of green if very special indeed, you will not find it just anywhere." The man continued as he tucked it away amongst the other bolts of fabric Meer had already selected. Athrun debated upon whether or not this shopkeeper was just being mysterious, or just too good with advertising. He decided to humor him for once, really pleased with himself for finding the fabric.

"How so?" he asked leaning seating himself on the stool by the counter. The old man looked as if he was telling some dark secret for he leaned over the counter, his elbows against the smooth wood.

"That is the color of the Lost Princess." Athrun found himself intrigued, and for a second he felt himself transported from the dim shop, the silence surrounding him eerily. He leaned closer to listen and watched for a moment as the old man accepted the tray of hot tea one of the shop boys had poured. He stared as the amber liquid filled the cup, and steam rose from the porcelain. "You know how Zaft was at war, conquering little nations not so long ago. You yourself took part."

Athrun nodded, he remembered the days of the war, and sometimes he had not known if he hadn't been raised with war. The crusade that his father had started upon had started when he was barely 9, and had not ended until just two years ago, stopped by Orb at last. "The very first little country that got overrun and taken in by Zaft, was a little peaceful one that could barely even be called a nation. There reigned a happy king and queen, with two twin heirs, a princess and a prince. These two little children were barely five, and yet beloved by their people. The little princess was beloved for her strength and passion, while the boy loved for his compassion and tranquility."

The shopkeeper quietly took a sip from his tea, as Athrun gripped the cup in his hands, "Did they not have names?"

"They did once, but it has been 14 years, and those names were erased. Your father saw to it." For one moment Athrun saw hatred within his eyes, but then it was gone in a flash. He wondered if he had even seen it. "The night before the King's birthday Zaft forces attacked in the night, overrunning the town. The King and Queen were killed, the little Princess and Prince were lost in the turmoil. Some people say that they too were brutally murdered, some say that they escaped into hiding."

"How do you know this?" Athrun asked suddenly, trying to break free of the horrible images gripping his mind. A little Princess clothed in green, sleeping next to her brother. Then in a moment they were no longer sleeping though they looked it, as blood seeped into the mattress. He could see his father's triumphant face as he strode through the halls wiping blood off of his sword. A hand on his shoulder caused him to jump, and whirling around with wide eyes he saw Dearka looking at him strangely.

"Hey man, you don't look too good." Those friendly words broke through the trance that had captivated Athrun, and he finally blinked. He gave him a grateful smile and turned to the shopkeeper who was busily pouring another cup of tea for Dearka who accepted it. They all sat in silence, only broken by the sounds of a cup being put down on wood, until at last Meer came declaring that she was ready to go. He left the store with relief, though just as the door slammed shut he whirled around. The old man had never replied to his question, but one glance told him that the man was gone. Dearka gave him a questioning glance, noting the King's abnormal behavior but Athrun just shook his head firmly towards his friend. Later he decided he would do a little research because for some reason the story seemed to grip him.

"Oh thank Haumea, they're finally out of there. I thought I was going to die from boredom. Seriously did she need to spend that much time picking out fabric? Those two blue's she spent twenty minutes on looked exactly the same!" Cagalli moaned with her back to the trio that had at last exited the store. Biting into the candy apple that Milly had bought her to keep her occupied, she closed her eyes in satisfaction. It was actually pretty good, almost as good as kebabs. "Actually for a second there I almost thought we were caught."

"I actually got that feeling too." Milly leapt out of the tree to land by where Cagalli was sitting. As she dusted off her pants, Cagalli offered her a bite from the apple, which she gladly took. "Let's hope he takes her somewhere more interesting this time. Jeez, this apple is pretty good."

"I know right!" Cagalli laughed, quickly snatching it away before Milly could take another bite. They discreetly walked over, using the crowd to mask them as they shuffled along. They were actually having the time of their life while spying on the royal pair. After a few minutes of agonizingly boring minutes watching them in the fabric store they had decided to leave Akatsuki and Tolle as watchmen and go check out the rest of the stalls. For Milly she was interested in the various sights, and goods that Zaft had to offer, while Cagalli was content with her freedom for once.

"That reminds me, Cagalli did you see that bolt of cloth that the King was eying?" Milly asked mischievously, before sidestepping a rowdy bunch of kids that were running bye.

"Yeah, it was green wasn't it?" Cagalli replied as nonchalantly as she could. He had seemed weirdly drawn to it, and she would not admit that she was jealous he was buying it for Meer.

"Not just any green Cagalli, come on that green was for you!" Milly enjoyed the look of shock on Cagalli's face, and then with a look of triumph patted her on the back when the girl choked on her apple. As the blonde spluttered and gasped, Milly just cheerfully continued on before the girl could speak. "Did you really think that was for Meer? He would have gotten her another one of those pinks and blues if he was going to do that, but he got green. Green that would look unbelievably good on you, that's right you. Green that everyone just happens to know is your favorite color!"

The blonde just glared at her, sniffing indignantly before marching off. "Oh come on Cagalli I was just teasing you! Come on lighten up!"

"Fine! Let's make it a bet!" the blonde suddenly stopped with a slightly evil glint in her light brown eyes. "If that bolt of cloth does not end up in my chambers tonight then you have to ask Sir Dearka to accompany you on a date, as well as sending me a freshly made caramel apple every morning for a week!"

"F-Fine!" the brunette refused to be outdone. She smirked, and snatched the caramel apple out of the blonde's hand. "If it is in your room tonight, you will owe me the caramel apples, and you young lady will kiss Athrun Zala before the end of the week!"

"Deal!" the blonde replied, and they shook hands on it before breaking out in cheerful laughter. "I think I have the better deal anyway."

"What? What do you mean? Don't tell me-you-Caga-LACUS CLYNE! Have you-have you already kissed him?" the brunette launched herself after the blonde who was already running a couple feet in front of her, laughing loudly. "You get back here right now!"

"Make me!" the girl cried and the two raced through the crowd oblivious to the angry yells and muttered swear words when they accidentally bumped into people. For the moment they had both forgotten their missions as they raced through the mid morning crowd of bustling people. They both enjoyed the feeling of being young again, no matter how short it would be, because all too soon Cagalli would return to being trapped as a Princess, and Milly would have to return to her duties as head of Intelligence.

"Ah you come back here! When I get my hands on you I'll-!" Milly called out good naturedly enjoying the feeling of running.

"You'll what Milly?" Cagalli taunted dancing backwards. Milly's eyes widened with horror, and confused Cagalli glanced behind, too late. Definitely too late to stop her trajectory, so with her eyes wide staring at the fruit stand before coming up rapidly before her Cagalli fought against squeezing her eyes shut. Her feet stumbled against a rock on the ground, and she was falling. Oh. Shit.

Milly winced as she heard the loud crash, and then rushed towards the fallen girl. This was really, really bad. She noticed that all the eyes in the square had turned towards them, and she thankfully didn't notice pink, or blue yet.

Cagalli winced as she flew backwards and her head slammed into the ground with a loud crack. Upon impact she felt, and heard the light sucking sound of fruit being smashed beneath her and the feeling made her skin crawl. Struggling to reorient herself after having her breath knocked forcefully out of her, she desperately tried to ignore the feeling of indefinable mush on her pant legs. Worried blue eyes suddenly popped into her vision, and Milly was there. Blinking rapidly she tried her very best to focus on the girl above her.

"Cagalli! Cagalli focus!" she spoke in low harsh whispers so as not to be overheard. Cagalli briefly registered that a crowd was starting to gather around them. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Cagalli did her best to oblige, it wasn't her fault that the fingers were swimming all around her. "Seven?"

"Three!" Milly looked worriedly at the Princess who was lying there blinking rapidly as the crowd grew larger and larger. She couldn't have hit her head that hard, right? The frantic shopkeeper chose that moment to descend, raging and crying about her spoiled produce. Milly was just about to reach into her pocket to reimburse the lady when her common sense and training kicked in. She couldn't let the people know how wealthy they were, it would automatically put a mark on them as someone important, maybe even royalty; and Milly's whole mission was to make sure the Princess was safe, she would not compromise it. Still her mind was rapidly trying to sort through the various scenarios playing through her head, and she found herself sending a prayer to Haumea, asking for assistance and guidance, anything, hell she'd even be fine with Sir Elthsman showing up, she just did not want to be the center of attention in this crowd anymore.

That was when she felt it, that sixth sense that had made her so perfect for the intelligence division. Someone was watching them, and they were not of the friendly sort. Immediately when she felt the hair raising on the back of her neck, she noticed Tolle and Akatsuki prowling silently through the crowd while she lent down and attempted to hoist the blonde up, still whispering though now her blue eyes were scanning the crowd carefully, "Cagalli we need to get out of here now. We are being watched."

Cagalli grunted as they limped out of the crowd, the angry shopkeeper still screaming bloody murder. Cagalli grunted once, and after a few deep breaths started to walk on her own while Milly quickly forked over more then enough to reimburse the lady. That instantly shut the crowd up, and while the rumors started she glanced into the crowd. She saw at least two people with the badge of nobility Zaft used, though their seal was of Crueset, the man that had attacked Cagalli and Lacus before. Her eyes narrowed once more, and she saw two more people this time with Flay's symbol tattooed discreetly on their bodies, where only the shield maidens of Orb would know to look, and she immediately turned and hurried towards Cagalli. They needed to get out of there now, and Milly felt the panic rising in her throat as she all but ran to her Princess, too late.

The blonde crumpled to the ground once more and it was utter pandemonium. The assassins moved stealthily in the crowd, and Milly somehow knew that she wasn't going to make it in time. Now running as fast as she could possibly go, she didn't care as she roughly pushed people out her way. She felt like she was racing against time, her heart pounding in her throat. Help arrived in the form of two strong arms picking the blonde up like a ragdoll disappearing as soon as if arrived. She too melted into the crowd the minute the Princess was gone, using the chaos as her camouflage. Together she and Tolle followed Akatsuki as he led them to his mate.

Athrun wove his way carefully through the rows and rows of objects lining the tables and walls of the cramped antique store. The smell of incense-hung heavy in the air, it was the kind that they normally burned in temples, so it soothed him. He only wrinkled his nose when a particularly pungent bit of air would waft by his nose. He loved antique stores, the idea that each of the objects had history fascinated him. He could spend hours when he was most frustrated idly staring at an object while he carefully fabricated a past for it. Meer was not so taken by the store, choosing instead to hover by where the fancy, new jewelry lay glittering in the sunlight. She claimed the minute she walked in that the store was too creepy for her tastes, he didn't care. He just knew that right now he knew he was looking for something, he just didn't know what.

Rationally he told himself that he had already bought that bolt of cloth for her, and had even listened to some old man's fairytale story, he didn't need to buy her anything else, if anything he shouldn't be buying her anything else; but he had too. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him today, he felt as if he was walking somewhere surreal. What with that story that seemed too real for comfort, combined with the incense and dust of this store he wondered if he was really awake. His normally rational mind was scolding him for even getting caught up in a silly little fairytale, but he kept searching. His fingers hovered over the items as he walked by lost in thought. He knew subconsciously that the story of the Lost Princess was the key to a lot of the mysteries in his past that he had never had answered, and he rationalized that he was being to idealistic, wanting to come to some long forsaken Princess' rescue.

His hand bumped into something, and he glanced at the object that had gotten in the way of his hand. Perfect. He knew instantly that this was what he was looking for, and that she would love it. A wooden hairpiece, moderately sized and deceptively simple looking. It's sinuous lines twisted and curved to form the shape of a lion's head, its head thrown back roaring. The eye was made of a smooth amber stone, and the wood was soft and worn under his hands. He wondered who had worn this jewel before, and for what occasion. He could see the slender back of a woman in his minds eye dressed demurely in a brown so pale it looked gold. She had no escort as she entered the ballroom, her independence crackling fiercely about her. Brown curls were loosely bound back by a knot, held back by so many tiny jewels, but the lion stood out from amongst her brunette locks, the amber jewel glowing with a hidden fire. A few long tendrils of brown hair fell against her shoulders, brushing gently against her delicate pale shoulders. He longed for her to turn around, he wanted to see her face, study it. He walked towards her, barely noticing that he too was dressed in matching browns and blues. He wanted to see her eyes, reaching out a hand he was just about to feel the smooth skin under the palm of his hands but she turned to face him. He felt soft tendrils of hair brushing against his fingers, and he smelled cinnamon coming from her hair.

His eyes widened, he knew that face. He had seen that smiling face before even if the features had seemed blurred. A face with an insolently pointy chin, a wide mouth that seemed made for smiling under a feminine, and delicate nose that just spoke of royalty. Thin eyebrows framed her eyes, those wide eyes that were surrounded by long lashes that seemed to flirt with him. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, but her eyes stopped him. He'd seen those eyes before, and his heart seemed to stop. From between her long lashes, deep lavender eyes looked fondly at him, lavender eyes that he had seen looking back at him almost every day of his life. Kira? Those eyes sparkled with unbridled mirth, and they flashed with a fire that rarely, if ever, filled Kira's more steady, serene gaze. Lacus? She was speaking to him, her lips moving rapidly as she slid her arm comfortably through his.

A loud crash and the sounds of screams vaulted him out of his stupor. His hand ached from how tightly he had been clenching the hairpiece. He saw Meer standing at the doorway with Dearka by her side. She seemed to be staring at some commotion across the square. Clearing his dry throat, he hurried to the shopkeeper to purchase the hairpiece thankful that Meer was distracted. Dearka gave him a funny look, but he shook his head slightly before pocketing the little trinket and joining the other two. He longed to just drop the girl off at the palace and go for a round of drinking with everyone. His grip on reality was already slipping, and maybe getting roaring drunk would actually knock him out of it. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I heard a scream and the sound of something crashing but the crowd formed before I could get a good look." Dearka answered him while they started to walk. Athurn noticed that his gaze kept straying over towards the crowd, worriedly running his eyes over the people as if searching for someone. He immediately knew who the man was searching for, and he two joined him in trying to catch a hint of blonde, or reddish brown.

"I do hope nothing bad happened." Meer said worriedly, her eyes filled with concern that shocked Athrun. "I would hate to have our tour interrupted."

He had thought too soon that she had suddenly turned compassionate. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he just led her away from the crowd where their carriage was waiting for them. "I'm sure it's nothing milady, but just to be safe I'd like you to go back to the palace."

Meer pouted at him, her face still beautiful even while pouting. She opened her mouth to say something when he decided to play his last card, no matter how much it made his skin crawl. "Darling."

The use of the pronoun made his insides crawl as he tried to not flush. Dearka was staring at him as if he'd grown a second head. The great Athrun Zala, pronounced bachelor, decidedly cool with the ladies, the man who thought all that romance stuff was nonsense had just used the word, darling. He turned his back to them to disguise the chuckles that were shaking his shoulders, in an effort to save Athrun the embarrassment in front of a lady. "You are very important to me, and it would break my heart to know that you had gotten hurt. I'm not sure what I would do. So please for my sake, go back to the palace."

She had stars in her eyes as she eagerly gave him a farewell peck on the cheek. She had been aiming for his lips, but he had managed to turn just in time. Flushing prettily she stepped into the carriage, all the while looking lovingly at him. "Oh don't worry dearest, I shall be fine! You be safe too, I can't imagine living without you, my love."

Thankfully the carriage was out of sight by now, and Dearka had all but given up on holding back his chuckles. Clutching his side, and roaring in rambunctious laughter he patted Athrun's shoulder a little too roughly. "God Athrun, who would have known! That was sickeningly sweet, I think I might have cavities! Did you see the look on that girl's face? Tell me the truth, you've been reading Yzak's romance novels again haven't you!"

"For god's sake, shut up Dearka!" Athrun snarled, wrenching the man's grasp off of his shoulders. He was furiously trying to calm the blush down on his face as he headed towards the crowd that was still lingering. Then he stopped in his tracks, "Wait, say that again? Yzak reads romance novel?!"

"His mother always gives them to him every time she visits, hoping to help her loving son find romance in his life. Of course Yzak, being who he is reads them out of duty, though don't tell him I told you. He has no idea that I know." The two laughed at the image of their temper challenged friend sitting up in bed with glasses reading a romance novel.

The mood dissipated the minute they reached the crowd. Catching glimpses of gossip they sidled their way through the crowd hoping to make it to the middle.

"Must be royalty, who else would have that much gold?"

"A girl? Why is she dressed up like a boy?"

"Oh I do hope she wasn't too hurt, she looks like she hit her head rather hard." By now they both knew that the two girls were indeed here, and they hurried to make their way to the center trying to fight against the crowd pushing them backwards against the tide. Athrun was quickly loosing his patience as he pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, all politeness now gone. He was so intent on pushing his way through that he felt himself slamming into Dearka's motionless body. "Hey what the hell are you-!"

"Keep your voice down!" Dearka hissed as he grabbed Athrun roughly by the neck and shoved the two down out of sight. "Look behind you, and then to the left, tell me what you see."

Athrun slowly rose and glanced quickly towards the directions Dearka had ordered, and then he too joined Dearka in swearing under his breath. "Damnit, Creuset's men are here. They've probably already spotted the girls. Reinforcements are probably close, so we're just going to get in,a get out, and get the hell out of here."

"Sure thing boss!" Dearka mock saluted him as they watched Milly shove money in the screaming shopkeeper's face. Athrun saw Lacus struggling to keep her bearings straight as she stumbled away, and then he saw the two people they had spotted earlier making their way stealthily towards his lady. Anger flared in his green eyes, and it was all he could do to keep calm. Only Dearka's hand on his shoulder steadied him as they followed. "It's now or never Athrun."

"On the count of three. Ready?" Athrun saw Milly turn around, her eyes frantic as she hurried towards the blonde. The blonde staggered, and then for a brief second he felt his stomach plunge when she missed a step and fell to the ground. Her cap fell completely off in the process, radiant golden locks cascading down. "One."

The assassins in the crowd picked up their pace, as they saw Milly hurry back, triumph glinted in their eyes. He saw a gold cat running frantically towards its mistress, their fur bristling. He suddenly noticed two others following the assassins, women and by their pale complexions and the dusty traveling gear they were wearing, they were from Orb. "Two."

He and Dearka kept their pace behind the assailants. Panicked people were jostling them when they saw the glistening weapons being drawn by the assassins. Milly was now running all out, but they all knew she would not make. "Three."

They were about to leap into action when the sight of a familiar man picking Lacus up stopped them in their tracks. He cradled her so gently in his arms that Athrun knew immediately this man was no threat. He looked towards Athrun briefly meeting his gaze, and an amused smile seemed to dance on his lips before he was melting into the crowd. Athrun immediately turned on his heel barking orders to Dearka as he went, "Follow Milly, meet me at the inn. Get a carriage, we leave as soon as I get there."

"But what about the Lady Lacus?" Dearka asked, pausing as he turned to leave.

"Don't worry about her, I know exactly where she is."

Cagalli lay sleeping peacefully her yellow hair fanning around her face like the petals of a sunflower. He sat on a stool watching her as she slept, his face creased with lines of old age, and worry. He was destined to always be watching, patiently and silently guarding her as she seemingly danced her way through life. In a way nothing had changed for her, she was still royalty, still privileged and spoiled. He grinned at the last adjective he had used, spoiled was probably the best word to describe the headstrong girl. Still she had always possessed a cheerful, kind nature that seemed to make her spoilt tantrums seem not so bad.

The door flew open slamming into the wall as the furious King walked through, the patient old man was not startled as he had been expecting this. The young king wasted no times as he marched over drawing his sword, "Tell me who you are, and what is your business with this girl. If you do I may spare your life."

I think I'll end it there :D. I'm pretty sure it's obvious, this whole thing so bear with me :P. I'm also sorry I lied, Kira and Cagalli may be related after all. The story just seems to be twisting in ways I wasn't expecting, but trust me, I do know where this is ending, even if this story is starting to sound convoluted!

R & R please ^___^