In this marvelous world, with all its beautiful mysteries, who am I? Surrounded by all the amazing people that I have met, how do I compare?
So who am I around that are so special?
First of all, my lovers, Gundam pilots the both of them. Yes, somehow I ended up with two of the most famous people of our time. And my excuse for it? I saw Duo Maxwell one day at school and decided I had to have him, whatever means necessary. As Yuy would say, nimnu ryoukai. And I accomplished my goal admirably, I'd have to say, getting even more than I bargained for in the process, but now I can't picture how mine and Duo's life would be like without Yuy around.
Demo... well... try sharing your lovers with not only each other, but also a huge hunk of metal called Deathscythe Hell and a rather annoying laptop that Duo and I both would love to smash into a thousand pieces. Which I am using to type this on.
I wish I could say all sorts of flowery things about the three of us, that we mesh together perfectly, that we are the perfect trio... but the fact is, we aren't. There are times when we absolutely go at each other's throats, and most often, it's Yuy and me who start the fights. But the making up can be so much fun.
******* Don't read this part till you turn at least 17.*******
The first time we made love, it had to be the most awkward thing ever. None of us were really sure how this was supposed to work, with three of us on the bed, at least, and there was a great dealing of fumbling - and Duo nearly falling off the bed laughing - and some feelings were hurt, but once we got it right, it was heaven.
This may be more info than you want, and you can shout "TMI!" whenever you're ready, but I'm writing this as much for myself and my lovers as for you. Yuy's a natural born seme, and though you wouldn't know it to look at him, Duo's a bit of an uke. Not natural born, but there's that tendency in him. I'd never say that to either of them to their faces, but I've read enough doujinshi and just sat there and watched them enough to know. Me, I'm a swing batter, but that's neither here nor there.
*******You can start reading again now if you're not 17 yet.*******
Anyway, Duo, Yuy, and I have been together for three years now. I honestly can't say I've regretted a day of them. Well, except that day I tried to walk away to let them be just a somewhat more normal couple. Apparently I forgot just how brilliant my lovers really are because they tracked me down to Kyoto and talked me into coming back home. And that was the first time they met my truly best friends.
You see, I had several close female friends several years ago: Ami, Rei, Mako-chan, Minako, Ruka-chan, Michiru-san, Setsuna-san, Hotaru-chan, and Lina-chan. But I left most of them behind after my first year of high school. You see, before that, I was dating this man named Chiba Mamoru, and we had a whole future planned for us. But one day, I saw a beautiful young man with a long chestnut braid dressed like a priest, and I knew I couldn't keep living a lie. So Mamoru-san and I happily went our separate ways, and I moved to a different district of Tokyo to leave that saga of my life behind entirely. And in the months after that, I slowly lost contact with all my former friends until the only ones I saw were Ruka-chan, Michiru-san, and Lina-chan, then Ruka-chan and Michiru-san moved to America so that Michiru-san could attend some famous music university (I forget the name) and Ruka-chan could improve her racing skills, and Lina-chan moved to Osaka (though she does still write me very often).
But that's getting off track. Once I moved to this district of Tokyo and moved into one of the student housing apartments near the school, I found myself in a new place where no one knew me or anything about me. It was such a relieving change! I could totally reinvent myself - and I did. I got to school on time, I studied, I was everything I'd never been before - and I suppose I should thank one of my new friends for that. There were several months where he called me every morning to make sure I got up on time, where we walked with each other to and from cram school, where he stayed late after cram school to help me with my work. I probably wouldn't have graduated high school if it weren't for Omi-kun.
You see, the first day I started at my new high school, I found myself in a class full of giggling girls, all of them draping themselves over this one young man, who looked like he might die from embarrassment if one more female did that to him. As I watched over the next few hours that day, I noticed how everyone seemed to just either flirt with him madly or use him for the correct answers to the work; he didn't seem to have any real friends. Well... I guess what I decided to do is obvious; I made up my mind to become his friend. And I've never regretted it, even with all the entanglements that come with it.
Remember me talking about all those amazing people that surround me? Four of my best friends definitely fit into the amazing category. They're not famous by any means. In fact, there aren't really that many people who know about them, and I'm just one of the lucky few. Why? Because they're assassins. You probably already know that by now, though. But I didn't, and on those days when Omi-kun showed up at school with bags under his eyes from lack of sleep or bruises or cuts or other injuries, I worried. I knew he worked at a flower shop with three other guys, and I was pretty sure they all lived above it. And I was ready to take it up with his co-workers if they had anything to do with it.
So how did I find out they're assassins? Let's just say that Tsukiyono Omi, big bad assassin that he is, is very ticklish. To this day it amazes me what can be accomplished simply by tickling him. I got cooking lessons out of him that way, so that Yuy would quit saying I was trying to poison him and keep Duo to myself.
After I found out, well, I started hanging out at the Koneko no Sumu Ie a lot more, and I suppose that's what led me to where I am now. Because I was there when I happened to look up from my homework one day and catch a glimpse of a chestnut braid. The next day, I met Duo Maxwell face-to-face at school. By the time it was time for Omi-kun and I to leave for cram school, I'd already extracted a date from Duo - and Omi-kun made the most beautiful arrangement for me to take on that first date.
Little did I know Duo's best friend, Yuy Heero, was also in the process of trying to woo him over, but damn, I found out quick - and the hard way. You see, it's not that much fun having a gun shoved in your face the first time you meet someone and having your life threatened. Yes, that's how my first meeting with Yuy went. Not well at all. But what can I say? We're both stubborn, and neither of us were willing to admit defeat to the other, let alone give Duo up.
Believe it or not, it was Ken-kun who gave me the idea for the arrangement we have since settled into. I'm pretty sure he never thought I'd take him seriously when he got fed up and told me that Yuy and I should "just shut up and share the man!" So when Duo got sick and Yuy and I had to work together to get him better, I mentioned that idea to him... and we went on from there. And that was three years ago.
We've had our ups and we've had our downs. Me trying to step out of the picture gracefully, our first Valentine's Day together... even now, I can't help wincing at all the ordinary couple things we've had to go through - and all the things no normal couple has ever experienced. Like that time nearly a year when Yuy self-destructed his Gundam - again - and did it right this time. I honestly don't know who was more worried, Duo or me, but I know I never heard him pray before that night and I know I never cried as hard as I did when one of the nurses came out to tell us things didn't look good. I vaguely remember calling Omi-kun because I - we - needed someone else there, someone to be the calm one; we got a small shock to see all of them show up there.
Aya-kun was a gods' send that long night. Honestly, I don't know how he did it, knowing what little I do of his past. And Ken-kun kept us all sane; I didn't know there were that many jokes you could tell involving soccer, but I'm told he just barely got started. (A little note: Never watch Dogma with Ken-kun; he'll hear Loki say that line about "Mass genocide's the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer," and crack up so bad you'll have to pause the movie.) But somehow we all survived that night, including Yuy. I swear the baka is made of some indestructible material; either that or it's true what Duo said when we got the news that Yuy was going to be fine: there's a separate god for idiots.
That was eleven months ago. Yuy surprised us all in the next two months with a startling quick recovery, though Duo said that was typical of Yuy; he'd recovered from where Duo had shot him long ago in no time flat. To any effect, he hardly needed physical therapy at all, and that was probably something the hospital staff was greatly appreciative of. By no stretch of the imagination is Yuy a good patient. He's grumpy, he's grouchy, he's generally a pain in the ass (I'm sure you know that also by now). Sometimes I drive myself crazy trying to figure out why I love him as much as I do. I know why I love Duo, but Yuy perplexes me, and maybe that's part of the reason I love him. Let it never be said that Tsukino Usagi understood love; honestly, it blows my mind.
Our lives were going along so well, so normally, with Heero's Gundam damn near permanently out of the picture and Duo all but retired from taking missions. Then, five months ago was our three-year anniversary, and we celebrated by staying in bed most of the day and all of the night, if you catch my drift. We'd rented a nice hotel room and just ordered room service when we wanted to eat and just lazed about and... well...did all sorts of strange things, never actually going to sleep so much as passing out from exhaustion.
Even if it hadn't been our anniversary, that night would stand out in my mind because of the horrible nightmare I had. I woke up with my hand already clapped over my mouth to hold back a scream. But of course, I couldn't pull anything past Yuy. Even just my sudden movement when I awoke woke him up also. It was almost frightening, the intensity in his eyes when he whispered to me "What's wrong?" I couldn't tell him and just clung blindly to him, crying. It was also one of the very rare nights when just Heero and I made love, instead of the three of us, another reason it so clearly stands out in my memory.
It couldn't have been more than three weeks later when I started feeling sick. Of course, me being the baka that I am, I didn't think to start putting it together. That didn't come until I'd been feeling ill almost a week and I snapped at Y ohji-kun, quite by accident, I assure you. I remember exactly what he said too. "Don't bite my head off. You've been in a mood all week. What are you, pregnant?"
I swear to you, I'd never even entertained the notion before then, but I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he was right. However, anyone who knows me knows I hate doctors almost as much as lying and thunderstorms. So what's a girl to do in a situation like that? Call up her best girl friend, of course. Once Aya-chan got over being shocked, she agreed to go with me to the doctor.
Maybe I should elaborate on the whole Aya-chan/Aya-kun situation a bit. Aya-chan is Aya-kun's imouto. "Aya" is not his name, but for the life of us all, none of us can call him "Ran." To us, he's Aya. So "Ran" is Aya-kun and Aya-chan is Aya-chan. Maybe you'll be able to call him "Ran" because he was never "Aya" to you, though. Anyway, Aya-chan was in a coma when I first met Omi-kun-tachi, but over the course of the time that I've known them, somehow (they never told me the exact circumstances, and I didn't want to approach Sakura to ask her) she woke up. Aya-kun got her tested for school, and so she entered mine and Omi-kun's class. And now she's my sole female friend these days. Not that I mind or anything, but it's hard to have "girl-talk" sessions with Ken-kun or Yohji-kun.
Anyway, I didn't have a license and she didn't have a car, so we walked. Let me tell you, it was not fun convincing Aya-kun we'd be fine and that if anyone so much as looked at us wrong, he could "shi-ne" (her words, not mine) them to death.
But somehow we got out of the Koneko and to that doctor's office. The hour wait was nearly deadly in its suspense, then the news came. Well, obviously, the results were positive, so now Aya-chan and I faced the nearly impossible task of telling my lovers the news. We sat around the flower shop and laid out various plans and strategies until well past closing time, and finally we decided all I could really do was lay it out on the table for them. Easier said than done.
Aya-chan went home with me, and even drug Ken-kun along, "just in case," she'd said, when I went to tell them. I lost count how many of those footsteps, especially going up the stairs to the apartment, I started to turn around and beg to spend the night with Aya-chan. However, I took whatever courage I had in hand and let myself in the door and - promptly blurted it out like the baka I am.
Yuy walked out the door then. I faintly remember hearing him saying something rude to Aya-chan to get by her, then he was just gone. I looked up at Duo, and I could already feel the tears building up my eyes. If he'd turned away, I know I would have broken down crying right then and there. But instead, I felt him take me in his arms and hold me so sweetly that nothing else in the world mattered. It could have been hours or minutes later, but soon I heard Aya-chan's speaking into the telephone, telling someone to hurry then hanging up.
Aya-chan and Ken-kun spent the rest of the night at our apartment, simply because we asked them to. And if Aya-kun ever asks, yes, Aya-chan did sleep on the couch and Ken-kun did sleep on the chair. I swear, sometimes Aya-kun can be such a typical older brother.
Then bright and early the next morning, probably around or before five a.m., there came a knock at our door. Aya-chan was up and there before the sound even really faded. I'll never let Yuy live it down that he was hand-delivered to our door by Aya-kun, Yohji-kun, and Omi-kun, as per Aya-chan's request. I swear, it's good to have friends.
This was a new development that required a bit of getting used to, but it wasn't over a month before we all became fairly comfortable with it. Yuy even quit bristling up every time Yohji-kun would tease us about who the father is, what kind of family name are we going to hang on the kid, that sort of stuff. Honestly, it's only half teasing and half in seriousness. Duo says I should give the baby my family name, and it steadily starts to matter less which of my lovers the father is. I love them both anyway.
But I can't stop worrying, and I guess that's why I'm writing this letter. I want you to know a little bit about your mother in case I'm not here when you're growing up. I'm sure Duo - and maybe Yuy neither - would never paint a fair portrait of me, and I don't want you to have to see me through rose-tinted glasses.
My name is Tsukino Usagi. I'm twenty-three and a half years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm a klutz, a crybaby, and a wimp. I hate math, vegetables, and the idea of any of my friends hurting. But, I'm also a coward. Among all these amazing people I know... Duo, Heero, Omi-kun, Aya-chan, Aya-kun, Ken-kun, Yohji-kun... I'm just a girl running from my destiny. How am I supposed to tell the people I love most in this world that I was once some silly senshi called Sailormoon and I too fought for justice? In this modern world of technology and science, no one believes in magic anymore, beyond the mild powers displayed by Schwartz.
On the day we nearly lost Heero, I did something I hadn't done since I was sixteen: I prayed to the Ginzuishou (that strange jewel in my box in my top-most drawer) that he wouldn't leave us. I forgot about the price to be paid though, until the night of our anniversary, when I had a dream of myself dying when I had you - and I knew destiny was getting its revenge on me for trying to escape it. The Fates are cruel; please don't ever play with them; don't ever try to use the Ginzuishou. I don't regret my choice to save Yuy and I'll never regret you, but the price of a wish can be too high sometimes. I sometimes, in fact, hope you will be a boy (despite the fact both Yuy and Duo want a girl) so that you won't even be able to use it.
So now you know most of what there is to know about me, more than even your fathers or your uncles or your aunt know anyway. I won't tell you anymore about my past; most of it is recorded in the newspapers, and I don't want to drag it all out on this file. Just know that I loved everyone very much, and you and your fathers most of all. If I'm there when you're growing up, maybe someday we'll open this file and have a good laugh at it together. But if I'm not, you'll at least have the closest way possible of knowing your mother.
And remember, I do love you.
Anata no okaasan,
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Former Gundam pilots Duo
Maxwell and Yuy Heero wish
to announce the birth of a
daughter, Tsukino Yukiko,
on 22 February at 6:35 a.m.
She weighs 7 lbs. 8 oz. The
mother, Tsukino Usagi...
First draft: 5 September 2001
Revision 1: 11 September 2001
Revision 2: 14 January 2009
All right! Now I do believe the Change the World saga is finished! I'm very pleased with this as a closing to the saga, such that it was. Nicely descriptive, filled in the remaining gaps that were screaming at me to be filled in, and a nice cliff-hangery ending. All stories should behave so nicely.
And a lot of Yukiko's birthday information is my own. Yeppers, 22 February is my birthday and I was born at 6:35 a.m. I made the rest up though.
Anyway, a little background on a few things.
1.) I came up with this idea while driving to school yesterday and refined it as the day went, sometimes developing even entire scenes in my head. Some of it got jotted down on paper then hidden from my Creative Writing teacher. ^__^
2.) I wanted to fill in the gaping plot holes that had been bugging me: How did Usagi meet Duo? What was her first meeting with Heero like? How does she know the Weiss boys? Where is the Sailormoon cast? etc. etc. etc.
3.) Yukiko's name actually has a bit of significance. Originally it was going to be Katarina, playing off Quatrina, Quatre's mother, then I decided that was too hokey (and too close to my own real name), so I revised it to Yukiko, which can be translated as meaning "little snow." In the previous draft, it had been "Yuriko" (which meant little lily), but I accidentally put down snow in the title and in the above statement, so I went back and changed it to Yukiko.
4.) "Lina-chan" would happen to be one Lina Inverse, sorceress supreme from another of my favorite series, The Slayers. As I said in "Chocolate Promises," this series does not deny the existence of my other stories, and in particular, Dark Side of the Moon.
Well, I hope you enjoyed the saga. I enjoyed writing it. While it may be finished for now, I may someday return to this world to see how Yukiko turns out.
As for the second revisions, I am in the process of converting all my stories with Gundam Wing characters over to traditional spellings. So that means all my "Hiiro"s will become "Heero"s and all my "Ririna"s will become "Relena"s. For clarity's sake.