During the middle of the night Athrun had stayed up in his room reading over a book on modern day weaponry or more specifically the applications that could be used in a more than illegal type of way. He couldn't exactly sleep due to the constant memories that had plagued his mind ever since the mission he had taken a couple of days ago. The small episode with the idol known as Rika made him question how much of his life he had no idea about, but the reading of this book had made him forget about the small issue for the moment. One of the things that no one in the Zero household knew about Athrun was that he periodically would read and wore glasses (which made him look a little too studious and he did not like that in the slightest...) one of the things that had made him feel like he was truly someone else in the mind that was trying to break out...but he wasn't letting it.

The rays of the moon penetrated the darkness of his room and illuminated the crimson eyes that had peered through the rimmed glasses and continued to read the book with interest until slowly he closed the book. He needed to...although he did want to admit it, he needed to speak with someone about this conflicting issue and he knew of only one person well two but one had probably been asleep, but none the less he would need to speak to the person he felt would answer his question without being that much of an asshole about it. Rolling to the end of the bed he would slowly hop of it and grab the black shorts at the end of his stab wound infested bed and throwing them on," Time to go see my deranged doctor and see what the asshole can tell me about these issues," the soft cracking of his neck would suffice for a soft answer as he walked out of his room and closed the door.

The silence of the Zero house made Athrun feel so at home...it was a silence that he understood...a silence that caressed him and made him feel like he had belonged...wait were these feelings he had begun to express from the simplest of concepts such as silence? There had been something going on inside of his mind that had been pushing against his insane and highly unpredictable nature. It was something that had begun to not only confuse him...it was slowly becoming something that had been making him consider his inner sanity however small it may be and it had something to do with a girl simply named "Rayne".

His footsteps were light and without rhythm as he traversed through the house in search of the deranged doctor checking in normal places like the kitchen or sitting room before scratching the silver strands of hair and thinking where this person could possibly be. Without giving it a second thought he would go to the only place he had normally seen his doctor which would be at the place of operations...the lab. Slowly he made his way to the threshold of the lab, a subtle breeze of cold hair hitting his exposed chest as the red markings that encased his body were out for the world to see. At the last step he would be outside of the lab as his right arm outstretched and knocked on the door," Hey Dr.Weirdo you in? I need to speak to you," waiting for a response of some sort he would wait with the little patience that he had left.