Title: Who Are You?
Theme: #10: Watshi Wa (I Am)

User: Nobodyfamous/Lycaena
Word count: 442
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: After you lose your family, what else do you have but yourself?

Who Are You?

She had been shocked when she'd heard it. What had they meant? She was Miriallia Haww. She was their daughter, yet they denied knowing her. Why? Just because she had moved on? Or was it because of who she'd moved on to? When they looked at him did they only see a coordinator? Did they view him as a freak of nature? She had thought they'd be happy as long as she was happy. Why did they care what he was? That had been two weeks ago. Since then she had been asking her self the same question they had asked her. Who was she? Did she really know? Her family and friends had always been what defined her before, but now that she had lost her family, had she lost part of herself as well? Or had that part just changed? She felt so confused, so lost. Had they won? Had they defeated her? If she didn't find out who she was, they would have. She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let them win. They didn't know what she had been through up there; they didn't know what it was like. So they couldn't judge her for her decisions she had made while she was up there. It was her life, and she wouldn't let them run it for her. She was strong. She had survived for a reason, and she would learn what that reason was no matter what it would cost. She had to.

Who Are You?

What had they meant by that? He had been well aware that the idea of him dating a natural girl wouldn't go over well with them, but, had he really changed that much? Wasn't he still the same screw-the-rules prankster he had been before? How could he have changed so much without realizing it? Or maybe they had changed. Maybe they were the ones who were different. What was he supposed to believe? He knew he had changed, he no longer held the same attitude towards naturals, he no longer saw naturals and coordinators, he saw people. They were all human, they could all feel. He had first realized that when he'd almost been killed by one just because of some comment he threw out. Words did hurt, but it was not the kind of hurt that could be seen. That was the turning point. She had changed him, and for that, he owed her everything. He had no control over who he fell in love with, and neither did his parents. He would do whatever he wanted to. He was, after all, still the same screw-the-rules prankster.