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I wrote this fic since Meiran is a character that doesn’t get enough attention. I’m not good at death fics, so I don’t really think you need a kleenex. Please, no flames (I’m very sensitive about my poor writing skills). I don’t know the exact day L5 was attacked, so I made one up. Plus I’ve never seen episode Zero and only know what happens from other people and pics I have.
 

Destiny

From Meiran’s point of view

November 28th, 194

Life is strange. One minute you’re doing the things you really love in life, and the next you’re laying in your husband’s arms surrounded by a field of beautiful flowers. That’s where I am, leaning up against a tree trunk wrapped in the arms of my best friend and husband. The sun is shining brightly for it being fall, and I watch the flowers blow in the gentle breeze in the air. I’m not here to smell the roses though. Actually in a sense I am. I asked to be brought here to wait. I’m waiting to die. Jeez, I never thought I’d be saying those words yet. I am, after all, only fourteen. There are so many things I want to do, so many dreams. Graduate from school, travel Earth and space, run a dojo, be a mother, and become master of my clan. Those were my dreams and destinies. In a single day those dreams were ripped from my grasp, and now a crueler and more undesirable future awaits me. A destiny of non-existence, a destiny of eternal rest. The blackness will swallow me up soon, this I can feel in my slowly beating heart.

I open my eyes as a butterfly lands on a tulip about two feet away from me. Strong arms tighten around me protectively and I smile and look up. Wufei glares down at me, but it’s not the same glare he always gives me, rather a worried and even scared glow is in his eyes. Wufei was worried about me? I thought he hated me. One time he even told me he wouldn’t care if I died. When I didn’t reply or even cry, he just walked off. He hated the idea of us being married; we were both forced into it. We had met each other when we were about five or six, and had an odd sort of friendship. Like I’d tell him something, and he’d snort and ignore me. In fact when he told me his name the day we met, I replied, "I’m Nataku."

He’d narrowed and rolled his eyes, then my grandmother snapped, "Long Meiran!" He never believed that I was the legendary Chinese hero Nataku, but I’d held fast to my claim it since I could talk. When my father, Long Shing, died in A.C 188, my grandmother, Long Shiran, decided I was the new heir to her Dragon clan. I was father’s only child, and Grandfather died before I was even born. It was considered a great honor to lead a clan, so I tried my best to become worthy of my title. As part of the job, I had to marry Wufei when I was fourteen and he had to marry me if he wanted to lead the Dragon clan and become a scholar. So we’d married, he moved into my home and we shared a bedroom and bathroom. Our day had pretty much involved going to school, me going to train at the dojo while he went to see a tutor (like he needed one!), then me coming home, making dinner, then us falling asleep on our separate sides of the bed. It was like we weren’t married or anything. So of course I thought he hated me.

Then, last night, Oz attacked my colony, L5. From what I gathered, they wanted to squash the colony for two reasons; L5 was over a hundred years old, and the Long clan, which had been banished from China a century ago, lived here. I have always been big on justice and peace, so I found a mobile suit and started to fight the troops. I fought pretty well for awhile, but I soon got banged up badly. To my surprise Wufei came to the rescue in an incomplete mobile suit his tutor was working on called Shinlong. He defeated the troops, and the next thing I knew he was lifting me up from the battered suit. "Wufei?" I had asked weakly.

"What is it, onna?!" he growled, obviously angry with me.

"Take me to the flower field," I begged.

"No. I’m taking you to the hospital," he told me.

"No!" I replied sharply and he looked down at me surprised, "No. Please, take me to the flowers." He growled and carried me to my favorite place in the world, the place I felt the freest in. When he sat on the ground and sat me next to him, pulling my head to his shoulder, I was surprised. He was actually showing me emotion. I relaxed and let the pain flow from me, and we sat like that for a good while.

Now, I sigh as the sun begins setting, and rest my head in the crook of his neck. I feel him shift and gasp. "Meiran?" he cries, shaking me slightly.

"Don’t worry, I’m still here," I tell him, opening my eyes and smiling slightly. A look of relief comes across his face, then a frown.

"What on earth were you thinking?! Always fighting for your stupid peace and justice!" he scolds me, holding my head against his chest.

"If I didn’t do it, then who would?" I ask weakly, watching the butterfly fall from the petal dead. Wufei follows my glance and cringes.

"Baka! I would do it if it meant keeping you safe! Don’t you know that, onna?!" Wufei’s voice is sharp but has a caring tone to it.

I glance at him from the corner of my eye. My body begins to tremble slightly. "You would?"

He starts to shake me again. "Of course! You’re my wife, I would die for you!"

A smile forms on my lips, "I would die for you too, Wufei, if I had the chance…"

"Dame da!" he demands sharply and I lift up my head from his shoulder.

"Stop what?"

"Stop talking like that. You aren’t going to…going to…"

"Die," I supply, leaning up against him. I could lie like this all day. My time is coming. Doesn’t he realize that I’m too far-gone to save? "Aishiteru, Wufei," I whisper, closing my eyes.

"What did you say?" he asks, then notices I’m drifting out of conscious. He begins shaking me again. "Meiran? Meiran, wake up!" he cries as angry tears fall from his eyes and splash on my cheeks. I fight to open my eyes, and see how truly upset he is. Wufei’s black eyes are soaked with tears, his face red and puffy. The black hair he keeps in an annoying ponytail is loose and soaking wet.

"I said ‘Aishiteru, Wufei,’" I answer weakly and he pulls me into a hug. Aishiteru is a word we’ve never used with each other; it means ‘love.’

I close my eyes and see nothing but blackness. Before all goes black, I hear him whisper, "Aishiteru, Meiran."
 
 

Nataku: Basically, justice. (Don't know that much about this legend, sorry!) [back]

Onna: Deorgatory form of woman. It's an insult, I guess... [back]

Baka: Fool. Idiot. Moron. Etc. [back]

Dame da: ....You know what? I don't know! ^_^; [back]

Aishiteru: I love you (romanticly) [back]