~*~ Destiny's Daughter ~*~

By: Rage Barton

Hello. We all witnessed a great tragedy on September 11, 2001. Terrorist attacks have destroyed the World Trade Center as well as part of the Pentagon as you all just know. The number of deaths for the WTC is still unknown, but we do know that there were more than 10, 000 people. Among them are fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts, and other relatives. And yet no one can do anything, as they watch an innocent seventh grader sob over the death of one of her parents. All we can do is give our condolences and prayers. Please while you read this have a moment of silence, just to think of your loved ones, how to enjoy life, and most of all, offer your prayers to those who have lost someone on that terrible day. Thank you.

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Duo ran to the other side of the car and opened the door for Nikki. She smiled as she stepped out. Taking another look at Duo's black sleek Eclipse, she noted the word, "Shinigami" printed on the hood. She shook her head and waited for the others to get here as well. Trowa soon arrived on his dark blue motorcycle. Taking off his dark blue helmet, he nodded at Duo and Nikki.

Screeching tires were heard as Wufei pulled in on his black motorcycle and parked next to Trowa. Quatre arrived a second later in his silver BMW. Noin and Zechs came afterwards in their black Benz. They all waited for Heero and Relena. Nikki leaned into Duo's chest as everyone stood impatiently waiting for their arrival. Heero and Relena had left half an hour after the others, saying that they'll catch up.

They heard the loud roar of a powerful motor as they watched a tiny dot appear in the horizon.

"Heero always makes an entrance man!"

In seconds they could see a Harley motorcycle appear. They felt their jaws drop as the motorcycle stopped in front of them. Relena, got off, now wearing a very very short and VERY tight black leather miniskirt and a tight black leather tube-top. Her outfit was finished with a small, tight black jacket and knee high black boots.

Heero smirked as he got off his beloved bike. His hair now had jet-black highlights in them. He had changed into a pair of baggy leather pants, black boots, and a black leather vest with nothing else.

"Sorry guys, Relena insisted we changed into something else. Although I'm not quite loving the new outfits..."

Everyone smirked as the Perfect Soldier blushed. HE was obviously uncomfortable with the little arrangement.

"What are we doing out here?! Let's go PAR-TAY!"

Everyone watched as Duo ran into the club, or more preciously the black club door. Heero groaned as he walked over and picked Duo up from the floor.

"Baka, remember? Buildings have doors."

"They do daddy?"

"Yes foolish grass hopper."

Everyone laughed as Heero smiled and supported Duo into the club. Nikki smirked as she watched Duo hang on to Heero while Heero dragged him into the club.

Inside the music was blasting and the air hot and sticky. People were sitting by the bar, dancing on the floor, and making out in the booths.

"HEY DUO!"

Everyone turned around as a man with long blond hair and mischievous brown eyes ran over and high fived Duo.

"Duo you brought the WHOLE gang! And whao mama! Who is this lovely angel?"

"Derek, that's Nikki, don't mess with her. And the club is booming tonight!"

Derek laughed and led them over to an empty booth. Every0one sat down as Derek brought over some drinks.

"Hey guys, we're hitting the dance floor. See ya."

Trowa and Quatre walked off in the direction of two women, more precisely Catherine and Dorothy. Wufei caught sight of Sally and excused himself as well. Duo, Heero, Relena and Nikki sat in the booth, a very uncomfortable silence settled in. Duo caught Nikki's hand.

"Let's go Nikki!"

Duo dragged Nikki to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she placed a hand on the back of his head and another one at his waist. Nikki's hips pushed against Duo as Duo pushed her body into his hard chest. They were the perfect vision of dirty dancing. Nikki grabbed onto Duo's braid as Duo smiled sinisterly. HE began to rub his thumb in circles on the small of her back, making her spine tingle with excitement.

Heero watched as the two continued to dance closer and closer. He felt himself growl, as the urge to kill his best friend became greater and greater. Shaking his head, he knew that he was the one to blame. HE never told Miaka that he... shaking his head he cleared his thoughts. HE didn't want to be the one playing these games, but things were beyond repair at this point. Heero threw a glance at Relena. It wasn't that he didn't care about her, it was just that Relena wasn't what he expected. Heero thought Relena would be the girl next door, but he had learned that she was nothing like that.

Heero looked at Relena. She was a beautiful woman. Sure she had made some mistakes, but he might as well give her another chance. He stood up and held out his hand to her. She smiled and took it. Heero led her out to the dance floor as another song came on, a slow one this time.

When I'm all alone at night
I can hear the beating of your heart.

Heero looked at Miaka, whose head was on Duo's shoulders and had her eyes closed. Duo was holding her tightly, as if there was no tomorrow. Miaka's body seemed to relax, and a small smile touched her face.


I should tell you
And I might
Before it tears me apart

Heero allowed himself to sigh in his mind. He hated when music made it seem so easy to admit someone's feelings. But no one was like him; no one had their emotions buried away beneath training.

You're all I ever think about
All I ever dream about
Can you read my mind
Can you read my mind.

Heero felt Relena's arms around his neck tighten. He allowed himself to smell her hair. He remembered how there used to be a buzz when he was with her, and smelling her hair would calm him. But he no longer felt that same comforting feeling. All he felt was a loneliness in his heart that used to be filled by Relena.

Don't wanna look at you
I probably should go
'Cause I wanna be with you
More than you'll ever know.

Heero couldn't bear to look at Miaka any longer. He knew what he was missing, and what he was missing was gone. She was so close and yet so far away. HE could reach and touch her, but then she would just disappear. What he wouldn't give to hold her once again. To feel her silky hair between his fingers. What he wouldn't give just to see her smile at him.

For a taste of you
Object of my desire.

HE would go to the moon and back to make her happy. But there was no way of anything now. Heero felt his heart break as he saw Duo kissing the nape of her neck. There was nothing that he could give to compare.


Baby you blow my mind
You light my fire

Want you
Need you
Can't live without you.

Heero wrestled with his heart. HE had two choices, go on a limb once again and tell Miaka how he feels, or stick to the same old familiar solid ground and stay with Relena. But he had to tell Miaka how he felt soon; or else he would just die.

Is this the way I feel
Or curiosity.

Heero had felt the same way when he loved Relena, but that one led him to nothing. Miaka wasn't like that; at least she wouldn't toy with him.

~Then what is she doing now Yuy?~

^I forced this to happen. You and your stupid logic, you drove her away.^

~Er...Yuy, I don't know if you noticed but I am YOU.~

^Just the side that never lets me be happy.^

~There is no happiness for a soldier.~

^Just this once, I would like to give her everything.^

~You can give her nothing.~

^No you're wrong, I can give my heart.^

~No Yuy, you can't.~


All the things you do
That bring out the lust in me
The thought of me and you
Drives me wild.

Could he give her his heart? IS there anything that he could offer her? All he knew was she brought out the side of him that only Relena could. But she wasn't Relena, Miaka didn't want lust. Miaka wanted love, compassion, and understanding. Could he give her that? Could he put away his lust and the over-mastering desire for her aside to be everything she wanted him to be?


Come close to me
Can you stay awhile.

Heero was surprised as Miaka suddenly lifted her head and looked at him. Their eyes met across the hot and crowded room. Heero was always amazed how her eyes seemed to find hers without any trouble. Heero watched as Miaka's eyes lightened slightly when she saw him. Offering one of her rare genuine smiles, Heero couldn't resist. He flashed her a real smile as Duo turned her away. Heero closed his eyes.

Want you
Need you
Can't live without you.

For Miaka, no Nikki, he would... go to the moon and back... give up his lust... and follow his heart.

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Nikki was in the arms of Duo Maxwell, one of the most handsome and sweetest guys he had ever known. But it was wrong. Damn Heero Yuy. Damn her ice-cold heart. Damn Heero Yuy for MELTING her ice-cold heart. She was practically a lovesick puppy. No matter how badly he may treat her, she still wanted him. It is so annoying, to be in love, with a man, that keeps giving him mixed signals.

Cursing Heero Yuy in her mind, she felt Duo slide his hand around her back. Here she was, with one of the sexiest people on the world that seems to worship the ground she walked on, and she was thinking about the guy that doesn't give a damn about her feelings. He was a insensitive, arrogant, unfeeling, cold, son of a bitch that looked like a freaking Greek god in that leather vest that showed off all his muscles, and made him look like the best looking guy in the entire world and that was making her turn into jelly.

Miaka looked up and made the mistake in making eye contact with him. Suddenly she had that same light headed feeling that was now all too familiar. She couldn't help but allow her eyes to light up when she saw the light look that Heero was giving her. She smiled at him, and to her happiness and surprise, Heero Yuy gave her a smile. Not the tiny ones that he threw at his friends sometimes, or the fake ones he had, but a real, big, genuine Heero Yuy smile. Just like when they were little.

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Dr. J watched as his two little pets continued to match each other move by move. On one side, wearing the usual green tank top and spandex shorts was his boy, the future of the world. On the other side, looking like a death angel, wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top with baggy black parachutes was the ultimate weapon. Dr. J knew that she was like nothing the world has ever seen, or will ever see. She was the secret weapon, the one behind the scenes. Heero Yuy, the boy, was just as good as her, but he would be the leader. No soldier would fear a girl such as Nikki, but a guy however, that was where Yuy was perfect.

Yuy was an orphan, no family so nothing can be used against him. He was practically emotionless, so nothing could get a word out of him. He seemed slim and fragile, but he could beat the most trained soldier at this age, 12.

He watched as Yuy threw a punch, but the girl easily blocked and retaliated with a set of roundhouse kicked that could take out the most trained martial artist. Heero Yuy threw a punch that could knock down a small wall, which barely stunned the girl. HE simply hugged the ground and tried to sweep his feet from under Yuy, but he dodged and reacted with a spinning back kick.

Dr. J observed these two carefully. They were the same, except for one detail they were perfect. The only people that could get out the buried emotions in them were each other. And that was a flaw. There must be nothing but hate, anger and pain. When he was through with them, they wouldn't even give about each other.

"That's enough my little warriors. Return to your quarters and I will call you when I have the plans."

HE watched as the girl simply walked away without a care in the world. The boy however hesitated for a split second before walking after her. Dr. J sighed, these hesitations, even milliseconds around cause them total failure to a mission.

He watched their disappearing backs. IT was time to destroy everything they had...

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Heero Yuy watched as the girl disappeared in front of him. He knew that she was mad, well, more like completely pissed off at him. He didn't have a clue what it was about, what the heck did he do this time? All he did was kick her with a spinning back kick. Heero hit himself in the head once he realized his stupidity. Miaka hated when he used that move, and now she was pissed at him.

One thing he hated about his best friend was the girl could sure hold a grudge. Especially if you had been warned once already. He warned him once... twice... three times? 'Alright alright!' he screamed in his mind. 'More like one HUNDRED times.'

Heero Yuy sighed as he walked towards her room. There was now the fact that he had to apologize, that wasn't going to go well. He stopped when he smelled something. Sniffing his shirt, he coughed in disgust. He had been fighting the girl for 5 hours, and he stunk. If she wasn't made for doing something he wasn't supposed to do, she's been mad at him for stinking up her room.

Heero walked to his room and ran into the shower. Minutes later, he came out. His wet hair was dripping on the dark blue carpet, and he was wearing nothing but a towel. Drying himself, he began to dig in his closet for something to wear besides a green tank top and black spandex short. Fourteen green tank tops and 20 spandex shorts later, he found something to wear.

Throwing on the clothes, he ran to Nikki's room to apologize.

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'Men are so DIFFICULT!'

Storming down the hallway, Nikki could feel Heero behind her. Having her super nose, she smelled him a mile away. She knew the dumb dumb had figured out why she was pissed. Now, if he dares step foot in her room with that stench, he would kick him to kingdom Kong!

Opening the door to her room and slamming it shut behind her, she grabbed some new clothes and stormed into the bathroom.

"Stupid Yuy and his spinning back kick. He knows how much I HATE THAT MOVE! I CAN'T SEEM TO GET IT IN HIS THICK HEAD!"

Allowing the hot water to calm her down, she tried to think rationally. But being as hot temper, pig-headed, stubborn, and opinionated that she was, she was not able to relax. Cursing her temper, she allowed the hot water to relax her muscles. Heero Yuy was becoming quite the warrior. At the speed that he was improving, she wouldn't be able to defeat him if it came down to the bare ends. Just thinking of this caused a new flame of anger to erupt inside of her.

Heero might be her friend, but she was the soldier. She was destined to be greater than Heero Yuy is; she was destined to be the ultimate being of destruction. But then again Heero Yuy was to be the Perfect Soldier. No matter, she was the calm collected Nikki Michaelson, nothing could break her.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a fluffy blue towel, she walked out the door, allowing the hot steam to escape into her room. Nikki smelled a rose scent in the room, but ignored it since her room always smelled of flowers. She walked to her closet and opened the door.

"Wow, do you always just wear a towel after a shower?"

Nikki spun around since she knew that voice. Smiling impishly on her bed sat Heero Yuy, dressed in a white dress shirt, baggy dark blue cargo pants and yellow Timberland boots. He was the 12-year-old dream.

"HEERO YUY WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM WITHOUT KNOCKING?!?!"

Heero smiled sheepishly and blushed.

"I came here to apologize... but I didn't know you were in the shower..."

Heero couldn't help but keep staring, even though he knew he shouldn't. She looked adorable in her slightly short fluffy blue towel. Her hair was dripping wet but fell smoothly to her shoulders. Her tanned slender legs and thin but lean tanned arms were clutching the towel around her body. He could see the creamy smooth skin of her shoulders. Her slightly tanned face was now tainted red with a blush and the indignity of her situation. Her dark brown eyes were burning with an inner fire that seemed to be able to shoot out balls of fire and promise a painful death to those who offended her, in this case Heero. But Heero Yuy, and Heero Yuy alone could see the embarrassment and the pain behind that glare that seemed so strong.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL LOOKING?!?!"

Nikki grabbed the closest thing to her, a book, and hurled it at Heero's head. Heero tried to turn away, but the book hit him solidly on the right side of his head. Clutching his head in pain, he yelled at the girl.

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR?!?! IT HURTS!!!!!!!"

"AND YOU'RE STILL LOOKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nikki hurled another book at Heero, which connected with Heero's left side of his head. Heero got the message and covered his eyes with his left hand. Nikki waved her arms for a second to make sure Heero couldn't see and then proceeded to dress. About a minute later, Heero lifted his ring finger and middle finger to allow him to peak. Miaka was putting on a dark red spaghetti strap tank top and had on a pair of dark blue jeans that flared at the end and a pair of dark blue sneakers. She turned around and glared at the peeping tom that was her best friend. Heero smiled nervously and got off the bed.

Quite a sight those two made. On one side near the bed was the future of mankind, who was developing into a handsome teenager. His lean muscles adding to the mysterious aura that was his. He was an enigma, and always will be to everyone but the person standing in front of him. His young life has been filled with disappointments and suffering. What he is a nothing but a shell of the human being that once occupied the mask as a child. His innocence stripped and his soul battered, he was another result of war and hatred in the world.

The person in front of him was a beautiful young girl. Her eyes seemed cold and lifeless but if one that cared looked close enough, you would see the windows to her soul. She was the secret weapon; the most destructive thing there is and ever will be. A legacy of hurt and pain has led her to become who she is. But behind the facade, was one wounded too many times, and if you cared enough for a nameless girl, you would see she is one of the most beautiful person there is, inside and out.

The two looked into each other's eyes for a long time, contemplating the person in front of them. Neither knew what had brought on this new way of looking at each other, but there seemed to be a new force drawing them together. Before it was the urge to have a friend in the lonely place they called their home, but now it was something more.

The boy wished to protect the girl from any further pain or disappointment, to be her guardian angel. HE wanted to be the one to hold her while she cried at night. HE wanted to be the one she ran to for a hug, or a smile. He wanted to show her that she was beautiful and had so much to offer. He wanted to give her everything. He would go to the moon and back to see her smile, he could slay the most savage beast to see the sparkle that lit up her soul. He would give her the world, if that's what it took to rid her of the demons that plagued her.

The girl had this desire to show the boy the life away from battle. She wished to show him that he was still a person, with a soul and a gentle heart. She wanted to make him see the real him, she wanted him to see what she saw all the time. She wanted him to be safe, from the harshness that they faced each day. She wanted him, to be happy.

"I'm sorry."

Nikki was startled for a minute. Why would he be sorry? HE didn't know what happened to her in the past. He didn't know about her past period. She knew she could read the shame and pain in her eyes, but he didn't know anything. Then it struck her that he was apologizing for the spinning back kick. Feeling relieved that he didn't know her secret, and disappointed that he couldn't help her with her past, she smiled weakly.

"It's okay. I forgive you..." ~for not knowing my secrets or caring...~

Shaking her head she cleared that thought from her mind. How would Heero know? And besides... her past was... hers... and... she couldn't bear to tell him.

Heero could see that Miaka was deep in thought.

'Probably about her past. Why doesn't she ever say anything about it? She knows I care, and I've told her. Isn't it fair that she tell me hers? I know the past isn't something to be taken lightly, but I'm her friend. I thought she would trust me enough.'

The two stood there still as statues as silence covered the room. They were both thinking about Miaka's past. Well, it was a very interesting and deep subject, kinda like the meaning of life, although those two can probably sum it up in one sentence, but then again they're not like the rest of us normal human beings or like me who can't seem to stick to one style of writing. Anyways where was I before I interrupted myself with my rambling bout the meaning of life. Oh yeah!

Miaka was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts as she realized that Heero was speaking.

"Huh? Sorry?"

"I said, you wanna go somewhere today? I don't want to have dressed up for nothing."

Miaka wrinkled her nose.

"Well at least your fashion sense has improved. Yup! I'm definitely a good influence on you."

Heero smiled. A real smile, without the mask or the fakeness of polite society. It was really Heero Yuy, out in the open, his eyes the windows to his soul. Miaka grinned back, not as the perfect killer, but a normal girl.

Heero grabbed Miaka's hand, and walked with her to the door. Dr. J knew what they were doing. Heero looked at Miaka as they walked out into the sunshine. The wind caressed them as if a caring mother would a baby. They both thought the same thing as they looked deep into each other's eyes and found all the reason to be who they were.

'Maybe there is something worth the pain in this world.'

Nikki found herself gasping as she let go of Duo. No way, there was no way that she could be remembering all of this right now. There was no way that she could handle it.

"Nikki are you alright?"

Nikki looked at Duo and nodded while smiling weakly. She excused herself and quickly walked out. She needed air, fast. The stuffiness of the room was choking her.

Nikki walked outside expecting the peace, quiet and the comfort of the night. But one she stepped out, she saw the object of her troubles. Leaning on the railing of the back door, looking great as usual, was the one and only... Heero Yuy.

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Hey, I'm back at this fic and kicking! How do you guys like it. I know it's been a while. But I needed the power of a new CD burner to restart writing my baby story. Well, please review. Thanx!

PS Song is Brian McKnight's Can You Read My Mind