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Merry Christmas Rin! I hope you enjoy the fic. ^^;


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Yzak Jule had always been a special person to Dearka Elthman. Special more in the case of being a constant point of amusement, since he was certainly never bored when he was with the silver-haired hothead.

That was how it started, anyway. As Dearka told more people than he could probably count, once you got past the temper and the screaming, Yzak was a pretty nice guy. Reliable, loyal, even caring in his own Yzak-like way. You just had to know and like him well enough to understand him.

After the first war was over and done with, Dearka expected things to be awkward, rocky between the two of them. And admittedly, it was for their first few meetings, but to Dearka's surprise, Yzak had the same feelings he did on the issue. And before he knew it, it was as if nothing ever changed.

He never really questioned anything above the two of them being best friends, until the surprise attack from the Requiem. They were in the middle of it all, and while utterly shocked, it didn't truly hit them until they returned the Voltaire and found that one of the bridgemen had family on one of the destroyed PLANTs.

"It's terrible, isn't it?" Dearka cut through the silence when he and Yzak had returned to Yzak's room.

"Yeah..." Yzak let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair.

Dearka figured it'd be a waste of breath to mention how hard it must be for not only their own crew members directly affected by this, but their friends and countless other people in ZAFT as well. They already knew how hard it was to deal with this sort of thing.

"Can you take these?" Yzak's voice snapped Dearka from the train of thought, and he nodded, tucking the small collection of papers under one arm. With a saluta he turned to leave, but stopped short at the door and sent a glance back to him.

He didn't know what he'd do if he ever lost Yzak like that. And it was then that he started to realize that he felt something more, there. He wasn't quite sure what it meant in the long run or if he'd even think about acting on those feelings, but figured that he'd cross that bridge if he even came up to it.

That, and part of the fun of knowing Yzak was understanding him. The idea of putting Yzak to the test might not be so bad.