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My Destiny



A warm beam of sunshine streamed in through Relena's tall office windows, casting shadows that danced along the floor. Beyond the glass panes was a sunlit world, green and lush with life. Quietly, young Relena took this in with an appreciative gleam in her soft blue eyes. Long locks of light brown cascaded down her body, ending at the small of her back. "We fought for peace, and we now have it. There is nothing more I want in the world than to see everyone happy now," she sighed, touching a finger to the cool glass. "Miss Relena?" a soft voice inquired from the young woman's office door. Moments following, Relena turned around to face a soft spoken young woman who worked as an associate on the lower floor. The young woman of no more than 23 years was clothed in a short maroon skirt and matching suit jacket over a white blouse. Stepping cautiously on tall, black heels, she nodded at Relena's acknowledgement.

"Carissa, can I help you?" Relena answered with a warm smile. Her light blue eyes shimmered beneath the light of her office chandelier. Carissa stepped forth from the door threshold, her short maroon skirt swished as she approached Relena's desk.

Blinking her amber eyes, Carissa pushed short, curly blonde locks from her vision and placed a packet of papers onto her desk. "These are from Russell downstairs. He said in order for the Trade Commission to settle their exporting disputes, they need your signature to go ahead with the project." Carissa gently tugged at a curl after her statement.

"Oh, well that shouldn't be a problem," Relena replied, opening the brown package carefully and sliding out the packet into her hands. Relena's mind settled into Diplomat mode as she pulled open her desk drawer and revealed a shiny black pen.

"Miss Relena."

"Yes, Carissa?" the young woman answered, Carissa having heaved Relena's attention from the documents before her. A brief smile crossed Relena's lips as she looked at her long time friend.

"Your secretary said you were planning on making a trip to the Highland Manor tomorrow afternoon," Carissa answered, smiling slyly. Relena raised an eyebrow at the overly certain young associate. Relena straightened her uniform indignantly, looking over her navy pantsuit and admiring the shiny golden bracelet adorning her left wrist.

"I was thinking that I should check in on the Gundam Pilots. After all," she answered genuinely, "We haven't spoken since the celebratory event held months ago for their achievement of peace. I think its due time that I also see how my cousins are doing. Wherever they might be. We don't really have a close relationship anymore."

"That's a shame. Well, shall I let the drivers know about your plans?" Carissa said with a gentle sigh.

"Don't worry about it, Carissa. I'll take care of it later."

"Sure, we're still on for lunch right?" Relena nodded at the other girl. With a content smile Carissa waved and left the young Princess to herself.

'Heero…I wonder how you are. I haven't spoken to you or seen you since you were ill. I miss you, Mr. Yuy.' Relena closed her eyes briefly and allowed an image of her beloved to surface in her mind. 'I'll be home soon.'

*~*~*

It was so dark…so totally empty. Destiny crept along the lengthy corridor in silence, the darkness nearly suffocating her. So incredibly forlorn, and empty. There was nothing but darkness and that dim hallway, lit by the tiny flame of a single candle Destiny held out before her. Tiny noises found their way into Destiny's senses, cautioning her, and sending her mind into a horrified frenzy. "Who's there?" Destiny said bluntly, as she spun around. She was met with nothingness and silence. "Where am I? Where is Heero?"

Destiny knew all too well that she was alone. But where was she? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep…

"Feeling alone are you?" an icy voice rang throughout the hallway. Destiny jumped at the voice and whipped around calling out in every direction.

"Where are you?! What do you want?" the 19-year-old Princess shouted, her golden hair flying and Prussian eyes bright.

"Are you lost Princess?" the voice taunted. Destiny continued to follow the long hallway, her hand sliding along the wall as she went for guidance. The candle was beginning to burn out and the hot wax melting down the sides was singeing her left hand. Her hand could sense nothing but a flat, dark colored wall that seemed to run on forever. A sudden laugh echoed through the corridor, and in response, Destiny raced down the hall as fast as her legs would take her.

'That voice…that laugh…' her mind echoed as she fled. Within seconds, the laughter started up again, and at that time Destiny came to a dead end.

"You're lost again!" the voice teased, largely suggesting that they were amused with Destiny's current predicament. It was a woman's voice, and one that was very familiar to Destiny, but somehow she couldn't decipher the sensations that raced through her mind every time the voice spoke.

Destiny leaned up against the cold wall of the dead end and allowed herself to sink to the ground in defeat. "What is this? Some maniacal joke?!" she shouted angrily. "I don't know who you think you are- before she could finish, a door appeared on the wall beside the furious young woman.

"You want to know don't you? Well…take it!" the voice advised, with a tinge of insanity twisted in her words. What could Destiny do besides listen? She was alone in a dark hallway with a mere candle, a voice was constantly throwing insults her way from out of nowhere, and now she was in total darkness. The candle had burnt out; the wick was slowly reduced to a small smoldering bit of ash as it sunk to the floor.

'I guess I have no choice,' Destiny thought morbidly. Slowly, she stood up and reached for the cold brass knob. With a violent creak it began to open, revealing a sunlit room that nearly blinded Destiny at the change from utter dark to bright light. "Now what…" the golden haired young woman muttered. The room was well furnished in hues of blue and deep gold. Sunlight was streaming in through several large windows around the 3-walled room (a window for each wall). Long velvet drapes of navy with golden spirals dragged along the floor lazily, as the sunlight cast itself on the few couches placed near the outer edges of the room. A large coffee table was placed in the dead center of the room, and was surrounded by a complete square of black leather couches. It was nearly cordoned off from the rest of the room save a small space to exit.

A deafening crash sounded from behind Destiny, and jumping in surprise and fear, found that the door had slammed shut behind her. Placing a hand to her chest she breathed a momentary sigh of relief. "My, it has been a long time hasn't it Princess?" Destiny's relief was washed away as she spun around to face a young woman, not much older than her standing by the nearest window on the west wall.

"What do you want from me?" Destiny shot back, clearly offended and furious. "If you for one minute think this is funny then-

"You're still the same aren't you? Haven't changed a bit. Still strong willed, fiery, and oh so full of yourself," the girl laughed. Yet, it wasn't one of taunting, but one filled with insane rage and superiority. She obviously took joy in seeing Destiny defenseless and clueless. "You don't remember me?"

Destiny was silent for a moment. The young woman was mostly hidden beneath a long red shawl and robe; a small gold mask hid her face. Something about that voice…there was just something there. 'This isn't good…something isn't right. And I have a feeling things are only going to get worse.'

"Let me refresh your memory," she snickered. In a single motion, she ripped off the coverings and tossed them into the air. Once they settled onto the floor in a pile, the sunlight caught her full in its glory. She was so beautiful, insanely beautiful it was frightening. She had long, curly and glossy, black locks that settled at the small of her back and fell over her shoulders, gleaming in the sunlight. Her eyes were round rather than almond shaped, and sinfully colorful. With each passing second, her eyes changed colors. From plum purple into light amber, then jumping into a blazing emerald. An entire paint set of colors flashed before Destiny as she watched the woman in disbelief. She was clothed in a long, thinly strapped navy gown that was covered in silver sparkles. The neck of the gown was a deep v that was tied through-and-through with a silver cord, which set off her well-tanned skin. Destiny watched her eyes as they dove into a sky blue, followed by a hazy gray and soared into a cat-like yellow. A sadistic, purely satanic smile radiated from the woman's lips.

Destiny stepped back, her eyes flashing their wild hues and let out a small cry, filled both with hatred and terror, "Lorelei."

*~*~*

"Miss Relena, the 9:30 appointment with Mr. Brussel has been canceled. The council wanted to reschedule at your earliest convenience," a man said coming over Relena's vid-screen at her desk.

"Thank you," she answered cheerfully, and with a flick of her wrist, pressed down a few keys and canceled the message. The screen slowly shut down and Relena leaned back in wheeled office chair. 'Finally, a morning off from this political nightmare I call life,' she thought gratefully.

Carissa would meanwhile be waiting for Relena downstairs in the building's lobby soon enough so they could go off to lunch. With all of the meetings, conferences, and debates Relena had been required to attend and speak at, life had become a constant top, spinning and spinning with no end. Except for tomorrow, which would be the beginning of her long-deserved two-week vacation. Where she would spend it, she already planned. Hopefully, her visit to the Highland Manor would pleasant, possibly earning her some time to spend with the boys. After that, Relena would most likely head to Bermuda with Noin, her long time friend and companion.

'I wonder how the girls are…haven't spoken to them since the party. Well…wherever they are, I hope they're having fun.' The fact that the past was returning to haunt them never crossed the young Diplomats mind as she grabbed her purse and headed off to lunch.

*~*~*

A stray beam of sunlight penetrated Aya's quiet sleep, forcing her heavy eyelids to unwillingly open to a new morning. The sky outside, she could see from the balcony windows, was bright blue with a few puffy white clouds. The sun above the shining beautifully, filling her with a sort of hope.Quatre was rolled up beside her, his strong arm holding her close. Her sky blue eyes took in the morning with a gentle appreciation, until the sight of the documents on her desk ripped her from her happy thoughts. 'I told him everything…I can't imagine how I've screwed up my life already…' Curling a lock of auburn hair behind her ear, Aya blinked her eyes a couple of times to sharpen her focus. 'At least he knows, he's my best friend. He's my soul mate and he told me he loves me no matter what. I just have to believe in him and have faith that things will turn out alright.'

Quatre's gentle voice arose from his lips, his head still slightly buried in the pillow. "Aya." Within a few moments Aya turned over onto her right side to face him, as his eyes fluttered open in their aqua glitter. A warm smile formed on his lips and he kissed her forehead gently. "Good morning," he said tenderly.

"Morning," Aya replied in a slightly-less upbeat tone.

Quatre's hand reached out softly and caressed her hair with a silken touch, "Don't worry. Whatever happened is in the past. You're my angel and I'll never let you fall from the sky."

"Yeah, a dark angel at that," she replied morbidly. The mood of foreboding set in and pushed away her happy greeting with the fresh morning.

"Aya-

"Quatre," Aya cut in, sliding from his grasp and sitting up. "I just don't understand how you can be so understanding. I mean…I killed people!" Her statement was so blunt and empty; it sent a shiver up the blonde boy's spine. He caught her by the upper arms and sat up to face her.

"So did I."

A few moments of quiet passed, "I felt so guilty. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But…Quatre during the war a few rebels had planned an assassination of the four of us. Destiny had already been kidnapped, and the three of us were separated and cornered. It was following a brief emergency meeting with the Congress, trying to help encourage the troops and fighters. Before Corinne could finish up her speech, a gunshot rang out in the crowd. One of our men fell and died. It was on that instant that our security immediately separated the four of us up, but they'd already gotten to Destiny. She was abducted within seconds and regardless of our attempts to go back and look for us, security forced is on. It wasn't until Sapphera, Corinne, and I were instructed to get into different trucks at the back of the building, that we realized that our security had turned out to be the assassins' accomplices."

Aya stopped for a moment and looked out at the balcony windows. She had an urge to feel the warm sunlight and lead Quatre out onto the balcony to finish her story.

"Then what happened?"

"If we hadn't acted quickly enough, they would have killed us on the spot since we had discovered their plan," she continued, resting her elbows on the marble railing. A gentle breeze fluttered her hair. "So, I grabbed a gun off of the man who had led me out and threatened to shoot. He went to play my bluff and grabbed my arm. I ended up clicking off the safety and firing dead on as he went to touch my arm. The next thing I knew, he was falling to the ground and his three other friends were about ready to pounce on us. Sapphera and Corinne had followed my example and before we knew it, we were racing through the back alleys to get home and regroup, with the blood for men on our hands."

Quatre looked at Aya sadly and wrapped a protective arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. With a sad sigh, the two reflected on just how horrific war could be.



Authoress's Note: In case you didn't know already, for Meeting His Destiny, and this story which is its sequel, the Endless Waltz never happened. Plus, in case you didn't know how to say some names, here's a key!

Corinne: (Core-IN)
Sapphera: pronounce the beginning like you would the word Sapphire, (Sapph-EAR-uh)
Aya: (EYE-uh)