In His Arms: A Macross 7 fanfic
By yutamiyu


DISCLAIMER: Nope! They're not mine! Wish they were, but they definitely aren't.


What was Mylene thinking while she was being held by Basara...?


//In the year 2009, humanity encountered its first 
alien race. The result was an intergalactic war with a
 militaristic race of giants called Zentradi. The
 Earth was thrown into what seemed a never-ending crisis.
 In the year 2010, March, the war was brought
 to an end. In April of that same year, the New Unity
 Government was established, bringing together mankind
 and the Zentradi into peaceful co-existance. This
 resulted in a mass micronization of the remaining
 Zentradi via the "Micron Process". In September of 
2011, the Unity Government devised a colonization plan
 centered upon the preservation of the human race. In 
September of the next year, the first colonial
 transport, the Megaroad One, began its journey. In
 September of 2030, the first of the new Macross-class
 transports, a gigantic vessel dwarfing its Megaroad
 predecessor, departed from 
Earth. These ships could carry in excess of one 
million people. In 2038, the thirty-seventh colonial
 expedition, the seventh Macross fleet, launched from
 Earth orbit. It's destination-the Galactic Core. It
 is now 2045...//



I can't deal with this.

First I'm playing in a concert, our band's finest 
moment, holding a grudge against our male lead singer
 Basara for being late.

The next thing I know I'm in his arms.

It wasn't anything out of tenderness; I know this 
much. It started when the shootings occurred out in
 space and the shell protecting our city started to disassociate.

The wind blew due to the lack of protective shields as 
well as from the velocity of the aircraft soaring 
above, sending tree branches and various garbage and 
debris flying towards me. I brought my arms up to 
block myself, and found that Basara had run over to me 
and held me, his back towards the debris, guarding me 
from anything that could harm me.

All I can think of is that I hope the rest of the band 
is safe.

I watch in horror as a huge chunk of what used to be 
the bleachers in front of us fly right past my eyes 
and into Veffidas' base drum, ripping the front cover 
and lodging in the middle. I see Ray look at the ever-
blackening sky in concern, and stifle a scream as I 
see a cymbal fly off of the drum and crash into the 
wall by the still-tranquil Veffidas.

And then, as suddenly as the winds started, they 
stopped, and the shelters rise from the ground.

Basara maneuvers us to turn towards Ray. He stands 
behind me, his arms crossed in front of me, holding me 
into him. His chest is warm against my back and I can 
smell his sweet scent.

"What's going on?" he asks, concerned.

"Are you hurt?" Ray asks, looking at me in Basara's 
arms in surprise. What's up with him? Is it so wrong that I'm in his arms?

It feels...nice...

"I'm all right," Basara replies quickly. "What in the 
world's happening?" He stares up at the sky and then 
back at our fellow band member.

"I don't know. But that light came from one of our 
fighters." The wind starts again and Basara clutches 
me tighter into his body, and Ray brings up an arm to 
block himself from the wind. I can no longer see what 
Veffidas is doing, but I hope that she's all 
right. "Looks like they're in the middle of a battle," 
Ray comments.

I can feel Basara's heart pounding madly. "Battle..." 
he whispers under his breath. I can't tell if he's 
awed or scared. However, I can tell that my wind-blown 
hair is scratching his arms, and that he really 
doesn't seem to mind. Basara's grip suddenly loosens 
on me when the wind dies down, but soon tightens 
again, even though there's no wind.


...What...?

"That's probably why the shell turned off," Ray 
informs us. His eyes twinkle in amusement.

...What's going on?

"Is this the beginning of a war?" Basara asks him.

My eyes narrow in hurt as I realize that the situation 
is now out of my hands. I now stand embraced within 
the arms of Fire Bomber's lead singer, unable to do a 
thing, and not understanding what two of the members 
are talking about. And the third member rarely talks. 
Veffidas is strange that way.

Why do I feel like such an outcast while being so close?

"I don't know," Ray says. "But it looks like the end of our gig."

I wonder how Basara's taking it. I know he wants his song to be heard...

I feel a sudden tugging at the back of my shirt and 
remember my pet, Guvava, is still hiding under my 
shirt and probably suffocating from being pressed in 
between my back and Basara's body. He pops up onto the 
top of my head, and I can hear Basara inhale some of 
Guvava's hair by mistake. I giggle inwardly as I hear 
his small cough.

"Are you all right?" Basara asks, squeezing me gently.

"Yeah." I pause. I want to stay like this, but... "You 
can let me go now."

He does as much, and I walk out of his embrace, 
somewhat sad to leave the warm shelter of his body.

It wasn't anything out of tenderness...was it?

Two boys run by. "Ray, we're going to the shelter!" 
they cry, and I notice that the audience who had come 
to see Fire Bomber were now packed into two shelters. 
Ray nods in confirmation and I run with him towards 
the shelter.

Ray notices that something is wrong, stops, and turns 
around. "Basara!" he cries to the singer who still 
remains on the stage. I turn as well. Basara is simply 
staring at the raging battle in the sky.

I want to call to him. I want to reach out to him and 
drag him into the shelter with me. I want to enter his 
sweet embrace once again...

The sound of cymbals catches my ears and I see that 
Veffidas has started to play the drums despite the 
eminent danger. The drums don't seem to faze Basara; 
he keeps staring into the sky.

Ray has dragged me into the shelter. I hadn't even 
noticed. I was too preoccupied with watching Basara 
that I forgot what was happening around me. "What's 
going on?" I ask Ray, my eyes not leaving Basara.

"I don't know," he murmurs. "Veffidas seems to be 
enjoying it."

I turn to him in shock. Can Fire Bomber actually play 
while there's a war going on in space above us?

"Oh, well." Ray shrugs. "Let's play!"

I can't believe this guy. Nor can I believe the crowd 
of people behind us who cheer us on, urging us to 
finish our concert in this time of crisis. I still 
stare at Basara, but I play my base guitar; more out 
of habit than of anything else.

Basara starts to run towards me, and my heart pounds 
in excitement. The thrill fades, however, as I realize 
that he is running straight past me. I poke my head 
out of the shelter. "Hey, Basara!" I yell. "What are 
you going to do?"

"I'm going out for a while!" he calls behind him, and runs out of sight.

"Jeez, talk about selfish," I mutter. "You could at 
least--" The wind interrupts what I was going to yell 
at him, and I cry out in distress. I back into the 
shelter, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Will Basara be all right?" I ask Ray.

Ray laughs. His laugh is deep and low; very powerful, 
yet quiet. "Basara? He's like this. He'll be fine."

I still worry about him.

The winds die out, and Ray runs out to the equipment 
that controls the monitors above the stage. "What are 
you doing?" I call to him from the shelter.

"I'm jacking into the military channel!" he 
calls. "We're going to see if we can't find out what Basara's doing."

My heart skips a beat before pounding madly.

...What...?

The screen comes on and the crowds within both 
shelters cheer madly. Ray runs back to the shelter as 
another burst of wind blows past us.

I watch in amazement with the rest of the crowd as 
Basara's red Valkyrie flies throughout the 
battlefield, shooting some sort of speaker pod into 
every enemy vessel and singing. I watch as he dodges 
every bullet and ray of green light that comes near 
him...and listen as he never stops singing.

"...That's sick," I comment to Ray. He chuckles.

I run out to join Veffidas, with Ray on my heels. The 
wind has died out; it is safe to be back on stage. I 
start to play, closing my eyes. I can feel Ray's eyes 
upon me and I don't care. I soon hear Ray's 
accompanying playing join in with me and Veffidas, and 
I am content.

I think of Basara.

I think of him until my head hurts and my heart aches.

He is all that I know, and all that I feel.

A small smile flirts with my lips as I think of how 
sweet he has been to me recently.

My brow furrows as I continue to play, thinking of 
Basara, and all the dumb things he's done recently.

Maybe joining this band was a mistake. I get along 
fine with Ray and Veffidas, but it's Basara that I 
can't stand. Basara, the spiky-haired kid who skips 
off into his Valkyrie and blasts off into space to 
sing every time there's a battle. Ray and Veffidas 
have no problem with this; in fact, Ray thinks that 
he's being noble and valiant and all of that. He says 
that Basara is making a statement that I can't yet 
understand. And perhaps he is.

Perhaps Basara's really insane.

Perhaps he's nothing but a righteous jerk.

...But I did enjoy being in his arms...

~End~


AUTHOR'S NOTE: As it is somewhat confusing in the 
story, let me explain. This story deals with the first 
episode, and deals with Mylene's wavering emotions for 
Basara. Throughout most of the series, Mylene battles 
with the desire to hate and love Basara. This story 
brings out mostly the loving side, but the hating side 
rears its head at the end, with the furrowing of her 
brow. 

BY yutamiyu