Gundams And Roses
Chapter Three
Destiny stared at the screen in front of her, searching for the right words. She'd taken to writing down her thoughts. It began as an attempt to make sense out of a crazy world where she had no place, but was now habit.
Opening up older files, she smiled as she reread her training adventures. One in particular caught her attention.
February 2, AC. 195.
I trained with Heero today. Duo wasn't kidding when he called the guy "The Perfect Soldier". I'm no pansy myself, but he's got me beat through and through. But that's not why I'm writing. I used to think he had no feelings. I was just another resource for him, to use when needed. But that's not true. He doesn't show it much, but he's a pretty cool guy under that brick wall exterior. What makes me think this, you ask? He lent me a shirt. Doesn't sound like much, does it? Here, let me explain.
~*~ They had been training, which ranged from hand to hand combat, to arms, to Gundam maintanance. Destiny, who by the end of the five hour session, was sticky, filthy, and exhausted, tugged at her shirt, making a noise of disgust as it stuck to her back. Heero watched her silently, a slight smirk apparent.
"What?"
"You're like Duo."
"Huh?"
"Nothing." He shook his head. Destiny stared at him for a moment, before turning her attention back to her clothing. 'It figures.the one day I train with him and the washing machine is on the fritz.again.' She snickered as she remembered what the machine had done to Wufei's pants. They now rivaled Heero's spandex for shrinking ability. She looked up again, only to discover that Heero had vanished.
"He is too damn good at that." She muttered, wandering around the room in search of another shirt. Her search was interrupted as a hand landed on her shoulder. She spun around, fist pulled back and tensed for impact, before she realized that it was only Heero, who had returned and was hiding something behind his back.
"Hn. You're getting better, but you should have heard me coming. I purposely shuffled."
"Uh.huh." Destiny was still rather dazed.
"Here." He shoved a piece of cloth into her hands before turning and walking out of the room. She looked down. A simple white button down shirt that she immediately recognized as being his. Shaking her head slowly and smiling, she started to change.~*~
Reopening the file she had been working on, Destiny once again found herself stuck. She'd been trying to write down how she felt about the new guests..and she used the term loosely, she added.but she couldn't seem to come up with the right words or emotions. Well.actually, guilt came to mind, but then again, what reason did she have to feel guilty? They were obviously confusing her with someone else. She had no past, and didn't need one. At least not for now. All she needed now was to win this war, and from there.well, only time could tell.
A small sound caught her attention and she turned to find Rini at the doorway. She smiled, beckoning the child in, before turning back to her computer.
"What's that?" Rini asked.
"It's my diary."Destiny replied, preparing to close the program.
"Is that how diaries are kept in the future?"
Destiny stared down at the pink haired girl, amused.
"You really are from the past, aren't you?"
The child nodded solemnly.
"So, you believe us?"
"Well, stranger things have happened."
"Like what?"
Destiny leaned back in her chair, placing her hands behind her head.
"Well..the Queen of the World is just a fifteen year old girl. Same age as me. The fate of the colonies depends on six soldiers rather than an army..and I'm fighting for a cause that ,as far as I know, has absolutely nothing to do with me. For all I know, I might owe my loyalty to our enemies. Crazy world, huh?"
Rini looked at her, confused. She looked and sounded like Serena.but the way she thought and moved.Serena had been a bit of a klutz.Destiny moved like a cat.Destiny sounded.well.older.and Serena sounded every inch of a fifteen going on sixteen year old teen. It was all so confusing. Without meaning too, the word, "Mommy", slipped past her lips, tears settling into her eyes. Destiny watched her, concerned.
"Where is your mother, Rini?"
"I don't know."
"Aw..Rini..c'mere," Destiny pulled the little girl to her, stroking her hair softly. Then, picking her up, she began to walk around the room, as if soothing a babe. 'Well, it always works with those five million nieces and nephews of Quatres'.' Taking to the hallway for more pacing room, she made her way about, whispering quietly. Slowly but surely, she felt Rini relax, her weight becoming heavier as she fell asleep. Soon, Destiny was rewarded by a gentle snore. She turned, heading for the stairs, intending to put the munchkin in a bed.
At the stairs, however, she was met with five questioning stares from the newcomers. How was it they seemed to pop up everywhere? Maybe she should check her clothing for a tracking device later. Carefully shifting her weight, Destiny brought a finger up to her mouth, and then and open palm, indicating for them to wait. After carrying Rini upstairs and tucking her into a bed(she couldn't help but smile when the child snuggled under the blanket and began to suck her thumb), she headed back for the stairs.
"Library." She stated, holding up a hand to stave off questions. This whole scene had been building up for days and she knew it. All the looks and underlying tensions were starting to get to her and she knew that now she and this group would hash it out. Opening the library doors, she quickly checked to make sure no one else was there, before allowing the rest of the group in, closing the door behind them. She silently took a breath, steeling herself for how she was going to have to act. If they were going to have her go through this, then she was doing it her way or no way.
"Alright, first you answer my questions and then I answer yours. Got it?"
Rei was the first to speak up, indignant.
"Hey, what gives you the right."
"Look, if you don't want answers, fine by me. I've got plenty of other things I could be doing and I'll find out about you sooner or later anyway." 'Damn I hate playing the bitch.' Destiny turned and started to head towards the door, before she was interrupted.
"Wait."
Slowly turning back, she faced Darien, who had taken a few steps forward. He met her gaze evenly, steel that could match her own evident.
"What do you want to know?"
"Who are you, what are you doing here, and why do you think you know me?"
Darien took a few steps closer, unnerving her completely, as she struggled not to let her nervousness show. This made no sense, she argued. You've stood up to guys who wanted you dead, or worse, in their beds, and never even flinched. She stepped back lightly, moving over to a window.
"Well?"
"We've already told you who we are. We're here because we're looking for someone and we're convinced that someone is you."
Destiny looked back at him before snorting in amusement.
"You're kidding right? Who'd wanna look for me? You wanna know where I was found? On the side of a road, left to die. I have no past or family. The only people I trust are the ones I'm staying with and you want me to believe that you know me and have been looking for me? Oh and let's not even go into that bit that Rini spouted when I first met you.what was it?"
"Sailor Moon," Ami supplied quietly, "as well as Serena Tuskino and the Moon Princess."
"Exactly. Look at me. I'm a soldier. I kill people, destroy lives and go home happy and now you expect me to believe that there's a bunch of people out there, who have been searching for me so we can all go home happily ever after. Well let me tell you something. In my line of work, there is no happily ever after!", Destiny's voice rose into a yell, before dropping. "There's never any happily ever after and I'm used to it. I know how to do my job, I do it well, and I don't need you telling me that there's hope for a different life when there isn't one!"
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes it's what I know."
'Besides, why would they want me? I've killed innocents. Children..I've made orphans, widows.If Duo is Shinigami, then I am Despair.'
Darien watched the blonde haired girl closely. She was hurting and he could feel it. She was stubborn too, a fact that he didn't need any sixth sense to know.
Destiny turned back to face the group.
"Well, I'm done with my questioning. Your turn."
Ami began. Somehow Des wasn't surprised. The blue haired girl seemed to be the most analytical of the group.
"What is your full name?"
"Destiny."
"Just Destiny?"
"Just Destiny."
"How old are you?"
"Roughly 15 and a half."
"Roughly?"
"I'm not sure."
"Have you been in any accidents lately?" An idea popped into Ami's head, which she put to the test, "suffered any head trama?"
Destiny paused. This was a rather sore spot for her, one which she was still a little fuzzy on.
"Y..es..yes, a little more than a year ago."
By now, everyone was paying attention to the exchange, leaning forward in their seats.
"Did you suffer any side effects from this trama?"
"Yes."
"And they were?"
Destiny stared at the floor for a moment, unsure if she wanted to share this with the group. For some odd reason, the subject made her touchy, as if it were a weakness, something she couldn't control.
"Complete amnesia."
"Wha.?" Mina left off as Rei dug into her ribs. Turning, Destiny walked away from the group, towards the door.
"Look, just cause I don't have any memories, doesn't mean I'm the person you're looking for. Trowa doesn't have the greatest memory bank either and I don't see you questioning him.",she paused at the door,
"Besides, even if it is true, that's not who I am anymore. Why should I pretend to be anything more than I am?" 'A disaster.'
And with that, she lightly closed the door.
Chapter Three
Destiny stared at the screen in front of her, searching for the right words. She'd taken to writing down her thoughts. It began as an attempt to make sense out of a crazy world where she had no place, but was now habit.
Opening up older files, she smiled as she reread her training adventures. One in particular caught her attention.
February 2, AC. 195.
I trained with Heero today. Duo wasn't kidding when he called the guy "The Perfect Soldier". I'm no pansy myself, but he's got me beat through and through. But that's not why I'm writing. I used to think he had no feelings. I was just another resource for him, to use when needed. But that's not true. He doesn't show it much, but he's a pretty cool guy under that brick wall exterior. What makes me think this, you ask? He lent me a shirt. Doesn't sound like much, does it? Here, let me explain.
~*~ They had been training, which ranged from hand to hand combat, to arms, to Gundam maintanance. Destiny, who by the end of the five hour session, was sticky, filthy, and exhausted, tugged at her shirt, making a noise of disgust as it stuck to her back. Heero watched her silently, a slight smirk apparent.
"What?"
"You're like Duo."
"Huh?"
"Nothing." He shook his head. Destiny stared at him for a moment, before turning her attention back to her clothing. 'It figures.the one day I train with him and the washing machine is on the fritz.again.' She snickered as she remembered what the machine had done to Wufei's pants. They now rivaled Heero's spandex for shrinking ability. She looked up again, only to discover that Heero had vanished.
"He is too damn good at that." She muttered, wandering around the room in search of another shirt. Her search was interrupted as a hand landed on her shoulder. She spun around, fist pulled back and tensed for impact, before she realized that it was only Heero, who had returned and was hiding something behind his back.
"Hn. You're getting better, but you should have heard me coming. I purposely shuffled."
"Uh.huh." Destiny was still rather dazed.
"Here." He shoved a piece of cloth into her hands before turning and walking out of the room. She looked down. A simple white button down shirt that she immediately recognized as being his. Shaking her head slowly and smiling, she started to change.~*~
Reopening the file she had been working on, Destiny once again found herself stuck. She'd been trying to write down how she felt about the new guests..and she used the term loosely, she added.but she couldn't seem to come up with the right words or emotions. Well.actually, guilt came to mind, but then again, what reason did she have to feel guilty? They were obviously confusing her with someone else. She had no past, and didn't need one. At least not for now. All she needed now was to win this war, and from there.well, only time could tell.
A small sound caught her attention and she turned to find Rini at the doorway. She smiled, beckoning the child in, before turning back to her computer.
"What's that?" Rini asked.
"It's my diary."Destiny replied, preparing to close the program.
"Is that how diaries are kept in the future?"
Destiny stared down at the pink haired girl, amused.
"You really are from the past, aren't you?"
The child nodded solemnly.
"So, you believe us?"
"Well, stranger things have happened."
"Like what?"
Destiny leaned back in her chair, placing her hands behind her head.
"Well..the Queen of the World is just a fifteen year old girl. Same age as me. The fate of the colonies depends on six soldiers rather than an army..and I'm fighting for a cause that ,as far as I know, has absolutely nothing to do with me. For all I know, I might owe my loyalty to our enemies. Crazy world, huh?"
Rini looked at her, confused. She looked and sounded like Serena.but the way she thought and moved.Serena had been a bit of a klutz.Destiny moved like a cat.Destiny sounded.well.older.and Serena sounded every inch of a fifteen going on sixteen year old teen. It was all so confusing. Without meaning too, the word, "Mommy", slipped past her lips, tears settling into her eyes. Destiny watched her, concerned.
"Where is your mother, Rini?"
"I don't know."
"Aw..Rini..c'mere," Destiny pulled the little girl to her, stroking her hair softly. Then, picking her up, she began to walk around the room, as if soothing a babe. 'Well, it always works with those five million nieces and nephews of Quatres'.' Taking to the hallway for more pacing room, she made her way about, whispering quietly. Slowly but surely, she felt Rini relax, her weight becoming heavier as she fell asleep. Soon, Destiny was rewarded by a gentle snore. She turned, heading for the stairs, intending to put the munchkin in a bed.
At the stairs, however, she was met with five questioning stares from the newcomers. How was it they seemed to pop up everywhere? Maybe she should check her clothing for a tracking device later. Carefully shifting her weight, Destiny brought a finger up to her mouth, and then and open palm, indicating for them to wait. After carrying Rini upstairs and tucking her into a bed(she couldn't help but smile when the child snuggled under the blanket and began to suck her thumb), she headed back for the stairs.
"Library." She stated, holding up a hand to stave off questions. This whole scene had been building up for days and she knew it. All the looks and underlying tensions were starting to get to her and she knew that now she and this group would hash it out. Opening the library doors, she quickly checked to make sure no one else was there, before allowing the rest of the group in, closing the door behind them. She silently took a breath, steeling herself for how she was going to have to act. If they were going to have her go through this, then she was doing it her way or no way.
"Alright, first you answer my questions and then I answer yours. Got it?"
Rei was the first to speak up, indignant.
"Hey, what gives you the right."
"Look, if you don't want answers, fine by me. I've got plenty of other things I could be doing and I'll find out about you sooner or later anyway." 'Damn I hate playing the bitch.' Destiny turned and started to head towards the door, before she was interrupted.
"Wait."
Slowly turning back, she faced Darien, who had taken a few steps forward. He met her gaze evenly, steel that could match her own evident.
"What do you want to know?"
"Who are you, what are you doing here, and why do you think you know me?"
Darien took a few steps closer, unnerving her completely, as she struggled not to let her nervousness show. This made no sense, she argued. You've stood up to guys who wanted you dead, or worse, in their beds, and never even flinched. She stepped back lightly, moving over to a window.
"Well?"
"We've already told you who we are. We're here because we're looking for someone and we're convinced that someone is you."
Destiny looked back at him before snorting in amusement.
"You're kidding right? Who'd wanna look for me? You wanna know where I was found? On the side of a road, left to die. I have no past or family. The only people I trust are the ones I'm staying with and you want me to believe that you know me and have been looking for me? Oh and let's not even go into that bit that Rini spouted when I first met you.what was it?"
"Sailor Moon," Ami supplied quietly, "as well as Serena Tuskino and the Moon Princess."
"Exactly. Look at me. I'm a soldier. I kill people, destroy lives and go home happy and now you expect me to believe that there's a bunch of people out there, who have been searching for me so we can all go home happily ever after. Well let me tell you something. In my line of work, there is no happily ever after!", Destiny's voice rose into a yell, before dropping. "There's never any happily ever after and I'm used to it. I know how to do my job, I do it well, and I don't need you telling me that there's hope for a different life when there isn't one!"
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes it's what I know."
'Besides, why would they want me? I've killed innocents. Children..I've made orphans, widows.If Duo is Shinigami, then I am Despair.'
Darien watched the blonde haired girl closely. She was hurting and he could feel it. She was stubborn too, a fact that he didn't need any sixth sense to know.
Destiny turned back to face the group.
"Well, I'm done with my questioning. Your turn."
Ami began. Somehow Des wasn't surprised. The blue haired girl seemed to be the most analytical of the group.
"What is your full name?"
"Destiny."
"Just Destiny?"
"Just Destiny."
"How old are you?"
"Roughly 15 and a half."
"Roughly?"
"I'm not sure."
"Have you been in any accidents lately?" An idea popped into Ami's head, which she put to the test, "suffered any head trama?"
Destiny paused. This was a rather sore spot for her, one which she was still a little fuzzy on.
"Y..es..yes, a little more than a year ago."
By now, everyone was paying attention to the exchange, leaning forward in their seats.
"Did you suffer any side effects from this trama?"
"Yes."
"And they were?"
Destiny stared at the floor for a moment, unsure if she wanted to share this with the group. For some odd reason, the subject made her touchy, as if it were a weakness, something she couldn't control.
"Complete amnesia."
"Wha.?" Mina left off as Rei dug into her ribs. Turning, Destiny walked away from the group, towards the door.
"Look, just cause I don't have any memories, doesn't mean I'm the person you're looking for. Trowa doesn't have the greatest memory bank either and I don't see you questioning him.",she paused at the door,
"Besides, even if it is true, that's not who I am anymore. Why should I pretend to be anything more than I am?" 'A disaster.'
And with that, she lightly closed the door.