Well, this is my... *counts on fingers* fourth crossover. (And the first
one that doesn't start with an S! Searching, Soulmate, and Sister Earth!
Haha!) Anyway, I think I did the title right. If I didn't, don't yell. It's
supposed to mean "My Fate." This fic will mostly be from Usagi's point of
view, but I might switch it around once in a while, just because I'm me and
that's something I do. *grins* Besides, from what I remember, first person
is kinda hard to do sometimes. I love a challenge. This is a SM/GW fic and
the pairing...I'm not gonna say, but it's not anything that no one else
does. I'm gonna try to make this a little more serious then my others but...
*shrugs* who knows.



Watashi no Shukumei
Part one


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    I hate fighting.
    Simple, plain, perfect introduction. Hi, my name is Tsukino Usagi and I
hate fighting.
    No, that's an understatement.
    I'm Usagi, nice to meet you. By the way, I think that fighting is the
most repulsive thing there is.
    Yeah, that works.
    It's not that I detest fighting completely. I mean, I love a good action
movie as much as the next person, but when I'm the one doing the actual
butt-kicking...eh..no thanks, I'd rather stay home. Where it's safe, and not
so scary. Besides, I feel so stupid when I fight. I know I look ridiculous
in that miniskirt, swinging around a top-heavy scepter and yelling at a
barely-dressed youma. Somehow, the others manage to pull it off. Makoto
always looks fierce, Rei beautiful, and Ami graceful. Minako is the perfect
stereotype superhero though. I'd give anything to have one ounce of their
self-assurance. I don't know how Mamo-chan can bear to see me when I fight.
I just know he's embarrassed of me. He's such a sweetie. I feel sorry for
him having to put up with a girlfriend like me.
    I really love Mamoru. I love him as much as I hate fighting. The only
good thing I've found about fighting is that we get to be together.
    It's really fun when he saves me.
    Why am I talking about fighting? Because that's what I'm about to do.
    You see, a couple months ago, we defeated Galaxia, and she was our last
major enemy. The thing is though, that when all the headquarters of all our
past enemies were destroyed, there were a few leftovers who didn't feel the
need to go down with the ship. They all kinda migrated together and now that
they think we're off our guard, they've decided to attack.
    The problem with youma, and I'm talking about all youma in general, is
that they're stupid. Very, very stupid. What can I say? They make even me
look like a genius. And you see, without their leaders alive, the youma
don't have as much power and energy as they used to, so they're really weak.
    Not that I mind, you know, but it's really funny to watch sometimes.
    "Late again, odango?" Rei asks crossly as I join the group. Don't worry.
She's always like that, I don't even notice it anymore. For her, meanness is
just a way to show how much she cares.
    I smile. "Would you have me any other way, Rei-chan?"
    "She's right!" Minako puts in. "Better late then asleep."
    "Minako, I think it's 'better late then never,'" Ami corrects quietly.
    She shrugs. "Same difference."
    "I'll deal with you later, odango," Rei growls. For a moment, I wonder
if she's actually angry at me...
    "This youma is so sad..." Makoto mutters, arms crossed. "I'm thoroughly
disgusted. She's so weak, it's pitiful!"
    "Sorry, I'm late," Mamoru mutters, coming to my side and discreetly
greeting me with a kiss on the cheek.
    "It's okay, Mamoru," Rei replies.
    "Hey! You yelled at me for being late!"
    "That's because it's an everyday habit for you, odango!"
    "You're mean!"
    "And you're stupid!"
    "Nyah!"
    "Nyah!"
    Childish, yes, but I think it gets my point across well enough. Well,
maybe not.
    "Hey!" the youma whines. "Someone pay attention to me! I'm about to
destroy the world."
    Makoto looks her up and down and laughs. "Sure, honey, whatever you say.
You know, Usagi, I think you could take this one on your own."
    "N..no! No way! I am not fighting alone." A cold hand of fear seizes my
heart, like it always does when I think I'm in trouble. I know I said that
the youma was weak and stupid and...but it looks so big!
    "You can do it, Usako," Mamoru smiles down warmly at me and the fear is
replaced by love. I would do anything for this man, I know I would.
    "Okay, I'll try, but don't laugh if I mess up. This really isn't my
thing."
    "That's why you look so cute when you do it."
    See? I told you he was sweet.
    "Okay," I say with determination and step toward the youma. "Alright,
buddy, for disturbing this peaceful day, I will punish you!"
    "Oh, please don't do a speech!" she begs, dread in her eyes.
    What? Does she think I'll bore her to death?
    "Alright, fine then. Moon scepter-"
    And then she's gone.
    Only to wind up behind me.
    For a weak and stupid youma, she's pretty fast.
    "Hey! That wasn't fair!"
    "Who says life is fair, kid?" the youma smiles, showing a very
frightening set of fangs. She begins to glow and her power level goes up a
little. Maybe I underestimated her just a little. The cold, steel-like fear
once again grips me and I cannot move, not even when she raises her hand to
blast me.
    Then I'm flying.
    Well, not exactly flying, but it sure does feel like it.
    Mamoru sets me down some distance away and smiles at me in a distracted
way. "We'll handle it, Usako, just stay back here." There was a guilty hint
in his voice. Did he feel bad for sending me to fight alone?
    If you do, Mamo-chan, don't. You see, I'm fine. Go fight. Man, you look
really sexy when you fight...
    Snap out of it, girl! You can stare at your boyfriend's butt later.
    The fight is going better now that I'm not in it anymore. That's good.
It even looks like they're about to finish it off. Great, I want to get
home. I'm supposed to help Shingo with a project he has. Maybe I'll even do
my homework tonight.
    Someone, a pedestrian on the street, yells something at me and I turn to
him. He shouldn't be out here! There's a youma! Don't these people ever
learn? I step toward him to tell him to get away until it's all over, but
instead, I fall.
    Well, actually, I start to fall, but then a great force pushes me back
and I hit a very hard brick wall.
    What's going on?
    The pain hits me, and I realize that I'm covered in something. It's wet
and sticky and red, at least I think it's red. I don't know, everything is
kind of fuzzy. Did the youma spray me with gunk? I didn't know it was a gunk
youma! Why didn't they tell me it was a...
    It isn't gunk.
    Gunk doesn't pour from my body like this.. it just doesn't...
    That would mean it's...
    No! It can't be! There can't be that much blood in me!
    Painfully, I push myself up, only to fall back again. The blast was an
attack. The man was trying to warn me.
    You've really done it this time, Usagi.
    I hear the youma's dying cries with a kind of sadness. Is it feeling the
same way I am right now? Is this what dying feels like?
    No! I can't be...
    But it has happened before, hasn't it. This is familiar.
    The Senshi finally realize I'm hurt and Mamoru rushes to me, taking me
in his arms. I wish I could see his eyes, those beautiful, blue eyes. Oh,
Mamo-chan, how did this happen?
    I feel mean because I'm hoping he'll try to join me. If he did, we'd
just be reborn together again, right?
    I selfishly try to ask him to do this, but my link with him is fading
with my life and I know he can no longer hear my thoughts. He's trying to
say something, but I can't hear anything. I can't even feel his embrace
anymore.
    I can barely see, everything is fading but the pain. Maybe it will never
go away. I close my eyes. Make it stop, it hurts so much. Mamo-chan! Rei,
Ami, Minako, Makoto. Can't you do anything? No, you can't.
    I can feel nothing now, nothing at all, but the pain is gone. I open my
eyes only to find myself in what looks like an old Grecian temple. In front
of me stand two people, a boy and a girl. They look about my age, but their
eyes are as old as time itself. The girl has wide, almond shaped eyes and
red hair that is in a braid to her waist. She's wearing a silver and blue
senshi fuku that shines like a star. Beside her, the boy stands in full
armor that I recognize as being Plutonian origin. He has short, dark green
hair and his eyes are chocolate-colored.
    "Princess," the girl says, bowing. "My name is Justice, and beside me is
my husband, Destiny. I greet you in honor of your mother."
    "My mother? Where am I? Am I dead?"
    "Not quite, not yet, but you will be soon. There's no way to fix that,
I'm afraid," Destiny smiles sadly. "The fate you were shown by my sister,
Pluto, was not true. It was her take on what would happen, but she never got
my approval on all the facts. Parts of it will happen, but..."
    "You can no longer live in your world, princess, but it is not fair for
you to die," Justice continues. "I have an offer for you. You have a very
important choice. Do you want to live, or die?"
    "What's the catch?" I ask suspiciously.
    "If you choose to live, we can send you to the far future. You would not
be reborn, just revived. If we were to allow your rebirth, the consequences
would be...enormous. Also, you would never be allowed to forget your life as
it was a few moments ago. You would have to give up your love with Mamoru
and the closeness you share with your friends."
    "But, you would find a new love, and touch the lives of many people. You
could do so much good." Destiny's eyes are pleading for me to respond.
    "New love? But Mamo-chan..."
    "He will not try to join you, princess. He loves you dearly, but he will
not take his life." Justice motions with her arm and a small mirror appears.
I see me, laying on the street in a pool of blood, my friends surrounding
me. "You cannot go back there."
    "W..which is the better choice for me to make?"
    "When opportunity knocks..." Destiny muttered.
    Well, he would know what was best, wouldn't he?
    "Okay. I accept."
    In the mirror, my body begins to disappear just as an ambulance arrives.
Suddenly, I can feel my limbs again. Justice hands me a rolled- up note. A
ribbon is tied around it, and on the ribbon is a small key.
    "This is from your mother," she says kindly. "It will help you find your
new true love. Don't read it until you are in your new future."
    Destiny motions with his hand, and a small portal opens. I try to be
brave as I walk through, but my legs feel like jelly.
    At least I have my legs.
    I step into the sunlight on a street. Not much looks different from my
own world. I'm wearing an ugly, old-fashioned looking outfit, and there is a
purse on my shoulder. I open up the note from my long dead mother.

Through Dreamer's eyes
Every heart has a key
To be opened with love...

    What does she mean? I don't have time to think about it though. A cell
phone in my purse begins to ring, and I know as surely as anything that I
must answer it.
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I liked how part one turned out so well that I've decided
to go ahead and start this next chapter before I forget my
plans. I'd like to thank my editor and friend, Ni, the people
who are posting this and my other fics, RJ and Lady Cosmos,
and a very nice reviewer, Christie Willows. Thanks everyone!
Okay, on with the fic.
    I own nothing, nothing I tell you!


Watashi no Shukumei
Part two



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    I picked up the cell phone and opened it carefully.
    "H..Hello?"
    "Is this Tsukino Usagi?" the voice over the phone asked in a haughty
way.
    "Yes."
    "This is Lady Une of Oz. I'm calling in regard to your resume."
    "Resume?"
    "Yes, you applied for the job as Mr. Treiz Kushrenada's secretary. Don't
you remember?"
    "Um..." Well, it makes sense. Why would they send me to the future if
they didn't have things planned out to help me live? "Yes, I remember.
Sorry."
    "Well, as you know, we received several applications for the position
and we don't just hire anyone. You should feel very pleased that we are
giving you the opportunity for a meeting. You came highly recommended, and
if Mr. Treiz and I feel satisfied with your interview, the job will be
yours."
    I shudder for some unknown reason and push the bangs out of my face.
This lady sounds so...so...mean. "Yes, thank you. When is the interview?"
    "I can send one of Mr. Treiz's personal limousines to pick you up. What
is your address?"
    "Um..." I begin to scrounge around in my purse for a clue, any clue. Do
I even have an address? Then I find it, an apartment key, and attached to it
is a small note.
    "Miss Tsukino, are you there?" Une asks impatiently.
    "Yes, sorry. I'm staying at the Crystal Illusion apartment complex." I
hesitate. Does she need the number? "Do you know where that is?"
    There's a pause over the phone. "Of course I know where that is," she
says in an annoyed voice. "Wait outside for the limousine." There's a click
and the dial tone comes on.
    Well, isn't she just a pleasant person!
    Now, where exactly are the Crystal Illusion apartments?
    I feel stupid when I turn around and see that the building I'm standing
in front of is the one I'm looking for. It's very large, elegant, and
impressive. No wonder she got mad when I asked if she knew where it was. I
guess everyone would know. There's a gold plaque on the wall. I step
forward, wanting to see what it says, just as a long, black limo pulls up.
The driver steps out and gives me a small bow.
    "Miss Tsukino?"
    "Yes."
    He opens a door for me and I step into the limo before I can change my
mind. Inside are a woman with glasses, whose brown hair is up in two strict
buns, and a man in a nice suit.
    "Miss Tsukino? I am Lady Une and this is Mr. Treiz."
    "Um..hello."
    Treiz smiles. "Hello, Usagi. Shall we begin the interview?"
    "Um..sure."
    "It is true, is it not, that you are an orphan?"
    "Yes."
    "Any siblings or close friends you have regular contact with?"
    "No," I reply, just as the whole awful truth hits me. They're dead.
They're all dead.
    Treiz and Une share a smile that doesn't make me feel very good. Then
Treiz turns back to me.
    "You're hired."
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    After the odd little car ride with my new employers, I decided to do the
only thing a heartbroken girl with no idea how to deal with the hand life
has dealt her can do.
    I went shopping.
    It turns out that the clothes I'm wearing are highly in style, though I
can't see why. I did find myself some semi-cute stuff though and,
thankfully, some jeans. I also got my hair cut.
    The odango style I usually wear reminds me too much of...everyone,
my past, I guess I should call it that even though it was the present not
twenty-four hours ago. Anyway, it's too painful for me, but my hair was too
long to wear down without it hitting the floor and getting all dirty. Now it
reaches just past my rear. Still long, but easier to handle. I also bought
something else. Had my friends and family back in the past known about it,
they would have laughed.
    I bought a motorcycle.
    It's really pretty, blue and silver. I was walking and I saw the shop
and remembered how Mamo-chan used to take me for rides on his and I knew I
had to get one. Mamo-chan taught me how to ride, and Justice and Destiny had
supplied me with plenty of money, so it really was no problem.
    The look the man who was on guard at the Oz base the first day I went in
to work almost made me laugh.
    Almost.
    I haven't laughed in a long time. I finally figured out the price it was
I had to pay for this second chance. They told me I could never forget.
Well, that's the truth. Every night, I am awakened by horrible nightmares
about that day...
    The only consolation I have for the dreams is that I only have them once
a night. After they are over, I can sleep pretty normally.
    Work is pretty good. I don't really like Une or Treiz. They give me this
odd feeling, but I can't place what or why. I haven't really tried to make
friends here yet, I'm not ready. So on my first day, when I wasn't exactly
friendly toward my peers, they assumed I was stuck up because I had a better
job than them. They haven't talked to me since, except when it was
absolutely necessary.
    Only one person has made repeated attempts at friendship, a guy named
Justin. He's an odd kinda guy, and he tries too hard to have everyone like
him, but other then that, I guess I could stand him under normal conditions.
Unfortunately for him, I haven't been feeling very social. Even now he's
walking up to me, a goofy grin on his face.
    "You've been working for a while. Why don't you take a break?"
    "I take breaks when Mr. Treiz tells me to, not when I feel like it," I
respond, not feeling like talking.
    "Well, ask if you can take one now. We can take our breaks together."
    "Um.."
    Oh crap. Treiz was walking by and heard the conversation. He stops,
smiling.
    "You can take a break, Usagi. You've been doing a good job, you deserve
it."
    I widen my eyes and try to get the message to him that I do not want to.
He seems to catch my drift.
    "But I do need you to run an errand for me. I have a package for a
friend. I'd only trust you to take it for me. Then you can have your lunch
in town."
    "Yes, Mr. Treiz."
    Justin's face falls. He isn't allowed to leave the base except on
certain occasions. He walks away as I take the package from Treiz and
receive directions to the place he wants me to take it.
    I wave at the guard on duty as I hop on my motorcycle, pulling on the
helmet and goggles. He nods at me, and I know I'm clear. No one dares to ask
me for an ID because everyone knows who I work for, whether they personally
like me or not. The wind feels great and I'm just glad to be out of the
stuffy base and on the open road. It isn't too hard for me to find the place
I'm supposed to drop off the package: a highly respected apartment complex,
even though the layout of the town is a lot different than it used to be.
For some reason, a band of five boys standing across from the apartments
catch my attention, but I ignore them and go in.
    Following Treiz's instructions, I leave the package at the desk, then go
on my way.
    Outside, the boys are still there, and this time, they are staring at
me.
    I don't have time for this.
    I look straight at them and make my face calm as I climb back on my
motorcycle. I stare at them a few moments, until the blonde one begins to
blush and turns away, then I pull on my helmet and goggles and go in search
of a good, quiet cafe.
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    Heero typed away at his laptop as his fellow pilots around him did
anything and everything to fight boredom. Duo was counting the ceiling
tiles, Wufei was standing on his head (claiming it was some kind of
training). Off by himself, Trowa was mending a rip in his clown costume, and
through the walls, they could hear Quatre playing his violin in the other
room.
    A loud curse from Heero ruined the quiet.
    Duo lost count, Wufei fell down, Trowa tore an even bigger hole in his
costume, and Quatre came running into the room, holding a violin with many
broken strings. They all looked at their comrade, who was staring with a
frightening coldness at the computer, expectantly.
    Finally, Heero pulled out his gun, and with calm precision, shot the
laptop.
    "Oz has a new program," he said quietly. "I can't hack into it."
    "Can you-"
    "No," Heero interrupted Quatre's half-formed question. "I can't come
close to thinking about touching it."
    "No way!" Duo jumped up. "How are we supposed to get our information?"
    "I got the license number of his secretary's motorcycle," Trowa
muttered. "Could we get anything from the inside?"
    "...."
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To be continued

As anyone who's read the author's notes in the most
recent installment of "Searching," I wasn't planning on
doing any more of this for a while, but then a lot of
people told me that they wanted to read more of it, so
here I am! (wouldn't wanna disappoint)
  Also, as I said, my next crossover will be a DBZ/SM.
I have lots of ideas, which is the problem! I can't decide
who to pair Usagi with! Vote right away for your favorite
muscled bishonen! I can't pick one to post without your
help! (I know! You can send your vote with a nice review!)

Watashi no Shukumei
Part 3

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  It's been a long day.
  With a sigh I throw down the stack of official papers
Mr. Treiz gave me to look over and drop, exhausted, onto
the couch in my apartment. I've been in this world a while
now, and my heartache has begun to heal into just a dull
pain in my chest that occurs whenever I have time to think...
  Not *too* bad.
  Who am I kidding?
  It's awful.
  But what can I do? Nothing, that's what. Nothing. I
chose life and now I have to live it. All alone.
  Just as I get comfortable on the couch and am about
to fall asleep someone knocks on my door. Was I complaining
about my solitude? Forget it, whoever is at the door needs
to go away.
  Another knock.
  Get lost. Can't they see I'm having a pity party?
  Yet another knock. Finally, patience worn out, I get
up and walk to the door, growling something under my
breath that shouldn't be repeated in the presence of small
children. With a violent swing I open the door, ready to
yell at whoever had disturbed me.
  Unfortunately, it's Justin, and guys like him don't
understand the phrase "go away."
  "What?" I ask with a sigh, hoping he'll have some
insight, and see how tired I am.
  No such luck.
  "Hi, Usagi," he greeted with a small, nervous laugh,
looking up and down the hallway as if he couldn't believe
he was outside my apartment. "There's a, ah...new project
we're starting and we need to get Mr. Treiz's approval. Do
you think you could look at it and tell me if you think he
would find it acceptable? It's very interesting. Very."
  "I'm off right now. Do you think maybe you can
show me it later?"
  "It's very important, though," he protested,
not looking at the least bit hurt. "Here, let me
come in. We can have some tea and I can show you
the statistics and basic summary. You'll love it."
  And that's how he somehow got into my apartment.
I didn't invite him, I was even planning to block
the doorway, but somehow he still got in. Just my
luck, ne?
  I sigh and sit back on the couch as he begins
to spread out pages upon ages of reports piled sky-
high with very boring-looking numbers. Wherever
there weren't any numbers there were sentences
filled with very, very big words.
  Prepare for boredom, Usagi ol' girl.
  Suddenly, with a loud CRACK the door to my
apartment is kicked in and two figures enter. It
takes me a moment before I realize that they are
two of the boys I saw when I ran Mr. Treiz's errand
yesterday. One of them has messy brown hair that's
falling all into his face and is wearing a green
tank top and what I swear are *spandex* shorts. The
other has his long hair pulled into a braid and a
goofy grin on his face.
  Just great. Am I being robbed?
  Tell you what, this day just keeps getting better
and better.
  Not surprisingly, Justin begins to scream. Messy
hair guy pulls a gun, a *gun* from the waistband of
his spandex pants and points it at him.
  "Omae o kuroso," he threatened in a voice that I
swear make Alaska seem like a tropical island. Wow,
this guy has less emotion than I do. I stand up and
glare at the two boys.
  "What do you want?" I demand. "Do you have any idea
who I work for?"
  "Oh, we know," braided baka replies, his stupid smile
growing. "That's why we're here, babe. Now you be nice
and come along, and nobody will get hurt. Hey, anyone
ever tell you that you're really cute?"
  I made a motion with one of my fingers that really
isn't very nice, but as you've probably already realized,
I'm in a *slightly* bad mood.
  "Get lost," I sneer.
  Taking one's anger out on guys with guns is not
always a smart move.
  Remember that.
  Braided baka grins, again. Does he ever stop
smiling? "You're a feisty one, aren'tcha?" He laughed.
"Hey He-man, what do you think? Think she'll fit in?
I'd like to see her and Relina duke it out, personally,
how about you?"
  "Hn," Messy hair answers.
  "Oooh, in bikinis. Now *that* would be fun. Well,
as long as Relina doesn't do the screech again. Hey
He-man, do you think that--"
  "Shut up." Suddenly messy hair's gun is aimed at
braided baka. "Go and see if anyone's in the back. We
don't want any witnesses."
  "Oh, right, I didn't think about that!"
Braided baka walks past Justin and me.
  "Ohh, no witnesses. Sounds scary," I say coldly,
meeting messy hair glare for glare.
  "Yeah, it does," Justin agrees.
  "No witnesses," Messy hair repeats, aiming his
gun on Justin. There's a loud bang, and the slightly
annoying guy from work who keeps trying to be friends
is now spilling his life's blood onto my carpet.
  I feel sick.
  This is all my fault. If only I hadn't avoided
Justin earlier. If only I'd made him leave. If only
I wouldn't have let him come in. If only I wouldn't
have made messy hair angry. If only I had jumped in
the way. If only...
  If only...
  If only...
  You can drive yourself crazy in the land of "if only."
  Did you know that when someone leaves your sight,
you should keep an eye out for them because they might
be right behind you? I didn't think about that. Didn't
even consider it until suddenly messy hair begins to smirk.
  Then I feel a sharp pain in my head as braided baka
hits me from behind and everything begins to go black.
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  Duo looked pityingly at the small blonde girl
crumpled at his feet, then up at Heero. "Now what?"
  "We have to make it look like she escaped," the
Perfect Soldier replied in monotone. "And take
something. We want the OZ police to think it was
common thugs who did this, not anyone related to the
protection of the colonies. That would defeat our
purposes. What's the use in having a spy if no one
trusts her?"
  "You mean you want me to steal something?
That's illegal!"
  "What's your point?"
  "Oh, yeah, right."
  "..."
  Duo grinned and went about making the apartment
look like it had been broken into by people *not*
trained their entire lives for stealth. Heero picked
up the girl and threw her over his shoulder.
  Minutes later the two gundam boys left.
  Somehow, no one noticed their departure.
  Just as no one had noticed their arrival.
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