Secret Santa
Read the Terms of Usage
Well, it's nearing Christmas time, and for the DeaYza livejournal community, we were to write a fic based on what someone requested. This one is for haro/Kelly! Merry Christmas!
The Reveal of a Different Kind
It seemed so simple at first; hide the thing most important to them - their relationship. The relationship they shared was clearly taboo among their family of comrades, but they didn't care. Yzak Jule, commander of the Voltaire, shifted in the bed occupied by him and his life long friend, Dearka. It seemed right when the two were together and all their troubles faded away. Yzak turned on his side to face the blonde-haired man, and a genuine smile rose upon his pale face. Yzak had originally planned on returning home to see his mother without Dearka, but one thing lead to another, and before he knew it, the two had ended up in their current position.
Ezaria never did return home the night before, and it surprised Yzak. Ezaria had taken up politics again, but something smaller than her former position along side Patrick Zala. It finally crossed his mind that she must have been caught up at the office, seeing as a set of elections where coming up soon.
Yzak reluctantly sat up and stretched his long arms. The young man thanked his lucky stars that he had enough brain to lock his bedroom door; knowing his mother, the minute she got home, she'd whip the door open and start raving about the day she had. A pale hand was placed on Dearka's broad shoulder and shook it gently.
"C'mon Dearka... wake up! Mother will be home soon and..."
"Mehhh..." moaned the boy, "Five more minutes dad..."
For a brief moment, ice blue eyes grew wide and with a swift motion, their owner grabbed an alarm clock and dropped it.
"That better not be who you imagine when you're doing me!" Yzak growled in a low and dangerous tone, "Because God knows if it is, I'll kick you out the window right now!"
The dark skinned boy mumbled, "Would it bother you if it was...?"
Another drop of the alarm clock on Dearka's head, "I was joking Yzak! Really I was! Why would I imagine THAT of all things?! Who the hell do you think I am?!"
"Don't make me assume what the girls on the Voltaire think of you - a pervert!" hollered Yzak, holding the gold weight dangerously in his right hand.
Unaware of the thumping of footsteps coming straight to the bedroom, the two continued their little fight,
"Why would anyone assume that?"
"I heard it from Shiho who heard it from the other girls!"
"What? When did you start gossiping?"
"I don't! Just because I'm on the bottom in this relationship, it doesn't mean that I'm womanly!"
"What relationship?!" screamed a different voice.
Yzak blinked innocently, staring at Dearka, who stared back. Determined not to turn around, the silver duelist's curiosity got the better of him, and found himself looking into eyes similar to his own. The golden gunner peeked from behind Yzak and his mouth opened slightly. Former PLANT Council Member Ezaria Jule stared at her son with wide eyes and her jaw dropped to the ground.
A bead of sweat trailed down Yzak's slender face and his face gained a look of fear upon it.
"Didn't I...? I could have sworn I locked the door..."
Dearka whispered, "Oh that... I kind of... had to go to the bathroom after we did the deed so I must have forgotten to lock the door when I came back in!"
Punching Dearka just below the stomach, Yzak growled, "And that's why you're back to being a green suit; for your own stupidity!"
After several minutes of silence from her mouth, Ezaria shook her head violently and grabbed her son's ear, "Yzak Jule! Come with me!"
"Bu-but mother! Can't you allow me to put my pants on at least?! I beg of you!" Stuttered Yzak, fearful of what his mother might want to say.
"Fine then!" Ezaria continued to pull Yzak's ear towards his closet, "Hurry up then son! I don't have all day!"
Unable to build up the courage to ask his mother to let go, the young man attempted to put a pair of clean slacks on, trying to motion Dearka to do the same. If he had to endure what his mother would fit about, then his companion would have to sit there and listen. It was just a small price to pay, after all.
Trudging down the stairs, the group of three didn't speak a word as they headed to the living room. The walk down the stairs seemed to take forever and a day to find the ground, and every second; Yzak felt his ear was going to be ripped off. Every step the aging woman took was filled with anger, and it seemed ready to boil over at any moment, so Yzak kept quiet until they made it to the destination.
Ezaria tightened her grip on her son's ear and pulled him swiftly to the couch, turning around to sit across from her kin,
"Now, will one of you please explain what is going on here, or should I continue to allow my mind to wander?"
Silence was her only answer. What could Yzak really say? Oh he and Dearka have been together for half a year, and just started sleeping together? Well... he could always leave out the sleeping together part. But what answer did Ezaria want? Either way he was treading on thin ice, and it was ready to crack through if he couldn't come up with a decent answer.
Gold eyes settled on his friend, "I love him Ma'am."
Two sets of eyes looked at Dearka, both in complete disbelief.
"You-?" started Ezaria.
"Love him. You heard right." started the foreign voice, "I'm not going to be with someone just because of genetics, I want to be with someone that I love."
Ezaria glared at Dearka, "You don't understand, do you?"
"Understand what?" ask Dearka, completely confused.
"That Yzak is..."
"Yzak is-?"
"Yzak is the type who snores and kicks in his sleep." answered Ezaria.
A pale form fell over, and as soon as it hit the ground, the form immediately bounded up, "How's this relevant to the ear-pulling and the constant freaking out?!"
Ezaria turned to the large bay window, "Oh, that? Well..." She turned to her son with bright smile, "I love to see your reactions!"
It was her son's turn to allow his jaw to drop, "You... wanted to see my reaction?"
The silver haired woman nodded, "Of course! I'm your mother; I just want to see you happy, darling! Although I never thought it would be Dearka who would... what's that term? Get in your pants?"
Yzak cried out, "That's! That's not it! I mean that's the term but!"
"But who did you expect?" finished Dearka.
Ezaria smiled sweetly, "I expected it to be Athrun Zala! After all you consider him such a fierce rival!"
With his hands in his hair, struggling to comprehend all of the information, Yzak burst out, "You thought it'd be Athrun?!"
"Why yes! The way you'd go on and on about him beating you and such, I wouldn't have been surprised if it was him! And he's such a handsome young man!"
Dearka snickered, "Yzak did whine about him a lot."
Sharp blue eyes glared at the young man beside them. Dearka shifted a bit, still snickering. Glancing back at his mother, Yzak had a look of utter disbelief still plastered across his face. His mother wasn't go berserk over the relationship he shared with Dearka. No more yelling or criticism?
Yzak felt a warm hand on top of his. Dearka smiled, "Its best I go then. You came here to see your mother, and you don't need me here."
A smile graced the commander's face, "Then I'll join you, and see you out."
The two slowly got up, still reeling from the surprise. It seemed like a dream that the two were sharing, unrealistic that Ezaria would accept their relationship so easily. Yzak grasped Dearka's hand tightly and blushed lightly. Now if only Dearka's father would accept their relationship in a similar fashion.
