a/n: hello everyone!

heres a quick MD fanfic...its a oneshot turned...umm...twoshot? this will be a short one, only two chapters. Its an idea I've been working on for a while and its finally making it's way here! The first chapter is more a prelude than anything...its my many interpretations of the MD relationship XD BTW the first chapter is a review of GS with a little GSD...more of the actual DM moments will comein the second chapter. Still worth the read!

I hope you enjoy!

this is dedicated to my BFF who got me into anime in the first place...this is her favourite couple! XD

disclaimer: i don't own GS/Destiny


Miriallia Haww had always been a good girl. She had gotten straight A's all her life and had graduated to university at the mere age of 16 with a full scholarship. She had met many friends there who were also good people. She was a popular girl but she never talked down to the 'less popular' people. She tried to get her friend Fllay Allster to be kind to the boys who fawned over her. She had a boyfriend who she loved and was loved by. She was kind to everyone and in return was respected by everyone.

So why is it such good people end up involved in war? Why is it that Miriallia Haww, a good girl who had never wronged anyone in her life ended up surrounded by death and destruction? What did she do to deserve a part in this twisted world of hate and anger?

The answer? Nothing. She did nothing to deserve this, but she was there anyway. Why? Because life isn't fair.

Miriallia Haww was suddenly thrown into this life. She was suddenly introduced to the real world; a world where fait is cruel and where people act on jealousy and mislead ambition.

Suddenly Miriallia found herself struggling to stay afloat and not to drown and be swallowed up by this ocean of hate. Miriallia found herself treading water, watching her friend Kira fight the war…watching him stain his clean hands with blood. She felt helpless, if she couldn't help her friends then what could she do?

That is when she did it.

She stopped treading water and started to swim.

Miriallia Haww became a crewmember aboard the revered Archangel. She soon found that her hands too were no longer clean. Miriallia didn't kill anyone directly…but she played a part in the death of thousands. She watched as some of her friends sank into the ocean of hate while others flailed around helplessly…unaware that they float.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Things started to go wrong.

Suddenly the person Miriallia cared about most in the whole world, her boyfriend Tolle was taken away. Suddenly her group of six friends was reduced to four.

Kira was dead.

Tolle was dead. She loved Tolle.

And that was when Miriallia Haww began to sink. She did not struggle, she didn't try to swim, and instead she willed herself down, down into the depths of hatred. She sank so deep that it threatened to overwhelm her.

That is when her savoir came. He came in the most unusual way.

It happened when she had hit rock bottom. Her hatred clouded her judgement. All she could think about was the fact that Tolle was dead and the coordinators had killed him. They were no longer human in her eyes…they were monsters. They killed and devoured anyone that wasn't like them…even if that person was one of them.

The day after Tolle died Miriallia met him.

It wasn't romantic- it was far from it. It wasn't love at first site-more like hate. Their story wasn't a fairytale.

He said things. Cruel, heartless things…but he didn't know. He didn't realize he had set of the bomb inside her, a bomb waiting to explode. So the next time she met him she took the knife from his food tray and she attacked him. Attacked the monster. She would rid the world of them, one at a time. She would start with him.

But something happened. In her rage she lunged at him, and he fell out of the bed. He hit his head and it started to bleed. He bled. She couldn't help but ask herself…do monsters bleed?

But none of that mattered. He had KILLED Tolle. Tolle was never coming back. Tolle was twice the man this guy would ever be.

He didn't deserve to live.

But as Miri readied herself for the final blow the door opened. She felt a man's arms grab her and pull her away from the captive. She screamed. She had to do it now! If not she probably would never get the chance! She felt the tears flow.

She had sunk. She felt worse than she ever had in her whole life, she had hit rock bottom.

Then she had heard the click of a safety. She had looked up to see Fllay aiming a gun at the man. She saw the look in Fllay's eyes…hatred. Pure hatred. She heard Fllay's words. Coordinators don't deserve to be alive!

She remembered Kira, sweet kind Kira. She remembered how Tolle had always stuck up for Kira…a coordinator. Then she remembered the man's blood.

He was alive.

He was human.

What happened next was hard to remember. All Miriallia remembered was a rush of oxygen into her water-filled lungs as she broke the surface of the water once again. And then she saved him. She didn't know why she did it. Maybe it was her selfish desire for redemption. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't want to be like Fllay. Maybe it was the fact that the monster wasn't really a monster. He was human.

But she did it.

And she didn't regret it. Not as she was pulled away or as he was transferred to the brig. Not that night. Sure she had second thoughts. But she realized something.

Killing him wouldn't have fixed anything. It wouldn't have brought Tolle back. It would only add to the number of people who's loved ones weren't coming home. The number of people left behind.

She debated suicide.

But something held her back; her need to know the truth. She needed to know if the man she had tried to kill was the one. She needed to know if he had killed Tolle.

So she had gone the brig and found him lying in the only occupied cell.

Her heart had started to race and her breathing had become loud and heavy. He had heard her.

He sat up bolt upright on his thin bed and looked at her, meeting her eyes.

Suddenly she had turned away in fear, ready to run. He had stopped her and asked her a question, 'where was your…boyfriend when…'

She could tell where this was leading. Her need to know the truth had made her answer his question.

It wasn't me.

Those three simple words had set her free. Free of the weights weighing her down. Why? She didn't know. Tolle was still dead so why did it make her feel better to know it wasn't him.

What's the matter? You might as well get it over with if you came to kill me.

Those words he spoke her with no emotion had crushed her heart. She felt guilty for some reason; she didn't know why…it was a war after all.

But that didn't stop the guilt.

So before she had left she had whispered the two simple words that made her feel a little better.

She could have apologized. But she didn't.

Thank you.

She could have sworn she saw him smile, a confused look in his eyes.

But he didn't know the meaning behind those words.

Thank you for saving me from drowning. He wouldn't understand. After all he had been a jerk to her, even she didn't know how he had done it.

But he had.

Later she had learned his name was Dearka Elthman. She had got to know him a bit, but not too well. He was a prisoner after all and she was his captor.

That was until Alaska.

They're lives were thrown away by their government. They were deemed worthless and disposable. Then Kira had saved them yet again (his return was bittersweet for Miriallia. She was glad to see him alive but at the same time…seeing him confirmed without a doubt that Tolle was dead.)

So they had deserted.

The strange thing was, they were deemed traitors. For saving their won lives!

That was how the Archangel joined the Orb forces. It was then decided to set the prisoner free.

There had been some confrontation (and confusion on his part) but eventually she had sent him on his way.

Then the true battle had started. They had fought as hard as they could. They had fought for their lives.

The battle hadn't been without its surprises. The arrival of a brand new mobile suit was among them. Miriallia felt a lump in her stomach as she saw it…and the way Kira reacted to it.

But maybe the most unexpected of them all was the return of Dearka, this time fighting to protect them…to protect her.

After the battle Miri had met the man who had killed Tolle.

But she couldn't hate him, as hard as she tried she just couldn't.

He was Kira's friend.

He was Dearka's friend.

But it was still unsettling. She had cried…and she had yelled at Dearka.

But she shouldn't have. It wasn't his fault.

But he had followed her anyway…he had tried to comfort her.

He told her he loved her. It had been a bad time. She had laughed in his face…then collapsed, crying, into his arms.

And that was how it started. One of the strangest loves possible.

Eventually the war was stopped by the Three Ship Alliance…by them. They had saved the world.

After the war Miriallia and Dearka had stayed together in Orb for a while…but their relationship was strained. Their time together was blissful. Dearka turned out to be romantic at times and could always make her laugh. He had told her a few times that he loved her but she had never told him. Still they enjoyed their time together.

So why you ask was their relationship strained?

People talked.

The war may have been over but it had not been won. This meant plenty of tension remained between Coordinators and Naturals. Even in the neutral country of Orb the tension was noticeable. The number of Coordinators was beginning to dwindle as most of them took off to the PLANTS in fear of another war. This left extra pressure on the ones that chose to stay.

Their blended relationship wasn't exactly a popular idea.

But why did that matter…they loved each other right?

Well love may be blind but it isn't deaf. No matter how much they loved each other they couldn't block out the whispers…both from others and within themselves.

Neither of their parents really liked the idea of them going out. Especially Dearka's parents. As members of the Supreme Council they didn't think too kindly of Naturals.

All these stresses were noticeable in the relationship.

They started feeling uncomfortable being in public together…it was too hard to ignore all the stares.

They couldn't even watch TV together without coming across awkward situations.

One day the pressure was too much.

Miriallia Haww broke up with Dearka Elthman. He left for PLANTS not long after, his parents praising him for getting rid of the 'natural scum'. Dearka just ignored it…they were rubbing a raw wound.

They didn't see each other for over two years. They next time they met Dearka was once again fighting for ZAFT. Miriallia was once again with the Archangel.

But once again Dearka came to her aid.

This time they met in a formal matter.

There were some awkward moments but they never let it get in the way of the battles.

Once again the Three Ships Alliance stopped the war.

But not without it's toll. They were all burnt out- both mentally and physically. If another war came, they might not be able to stop it again.

Miriallia and Dearka parted once again after the war, and didn't see each other for 2 long years.

Until a single phone call changed everything…
a/n: ok and now the fun begins!

the next (and last) chapter will come soon but I have to update Love, Lies and Laughter first.

PLEASE REVIEW (I want to know if you guys want the second chapter!!)

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