In a single moment in time, two pairs of beautiful eyes locked gazes.

And an acknowledgment of a kindred spirit was made. The remainder of the act was played out as it had been scripted, but...

Two souls had met that day. Two souls that instinctively knew each other, and an almost primal bond was made.

And the Earth’s fate twisted.

Two arrogant children toyed with the lives of all they came into contact with, wreaking havoc and despair in almost god-like proportions. Beautiful, imperious, confident, charismatic, seemingly immortal children were they.

Both used differing means to achieve their goals, but both held similar intentions.

"Sex," one declared firmly. "The world revolves around sex. For even the chance to be rutting around like animals," a contemptuous hand was waved, "People will do anything for it."

"I disagree," a smooth voice countered. "You get what you want by not giving what *they* want."

"Really," the first child drawled, "What makes you think so, sweetheart?"

"You want me."

"As you desire me."

"But you can’t have me," the second child continued, voice growing heavy with seduction, "And so you love me."

"Au contraire, mon petite. I love you," a finger traced lightly over the other’s bare shoulder, "Because I *am* you."

"Maybe," the second acknowledged. With a cruel smile, the downfall of an already fallen angel was viciously proposed. "But let’s make sure, shall we?"

"Sweetheart," the first child breathed, eyes half closing in anticipation, "Whatever do you mean?"

An arrogant head was tossed back, revealing a slender, vulnerable throat. "We play a game. You go your way, I do it mine. Whoever gets a declaration of," a delicate nose wrinkled disdainfully, "‘love’ wins."

"And what do I win?"

"*If*," the word was stressed languidly, "you win, you get to have *me*."

The first ran an almost indifferent tongue over the bared column of the other’s throat. "I can have you anytime I want you. You love me, too."

"Je t’adore," the second child purred. "But you still can’t have me. Not yet. Not until we finish the scene, and the curtains fall."

"Alright," the first agreed. "I was getting bored of my current playthings anyways. I assume that our target will be who I think it will?"

"Of course. Who else than that gorgeous, delicate boy?"

"This," a feral, anticipatory smile slowly appeared on the exquisitely carved features of a cruel, vicious child, "will certainly prove to be..."

"...*interesting*," The second finished, laughing.

"He thinks about me."

"Not when he’s with *me*."

"We’ll see."

"Yes. We will, won’t we?"

"We’ve never set any time constraints, did we?"

"No..." a thoughtful little noise was made. "I don’t think we ever did."

"Should we...?"

"No... I don’t think we should. He’s proving surprisingly tough."

"For both of us."

"Yes. For us two."

"And the hunt continues."

"Closer yet, and closer still..." triumphant laughter rang out, "He’s mine."

A pretty scowl was aimed at the smug first child, "Don’t be so sure."

"Ah, either way," a soft smirk wasn’t precisely the effect the second child had gone for, "I have what I want." A strange tone vibrated in the normally darkly confident timbre. Almost as if...

Alarm flashed through a widened pair of crystalline blue eyes. "You aren’t seriously falling for him...!" The second child peered into the other’s closed off face, warily looking for any signs of weakness.

"Would it bother you if I were?" The first child’s almost dreamy eyes angered the second child to no end.

This was not supposed to happen. Their little diversion was *not* supposed to affect either of them in any way.

"You’re *mine*," the furious little hiss came out, "*He* is just our *toy*. Our *plaything*. Our *puppet*. *He* doesn’t *matter*. In the greater scheme of things, he is *nothing* to us. You’re *mine*, and I’m *yours*, and that’s *it*!"

"I thought you didn’t want me to have you?"

A quickly snarled warning ended their usually playful discussions. "You have to choose. Him or *me*. Choose him, and you’ll never," the second child crawled closer to the first, eyes narrowed seductively, and undulated suggestively over the other’s body. Needless to say, the first child’s attention focused on the second completely, "*ever* have me. Choose *me*, and we continue with the game, plus," a purr was punctuated by a sharp nibble, "at the end, no matter who wins... Well, you know what will happen then."

The first child considered the second’s demand.

"Choose."

"Him or me?" The strident question was asked as soon as the first child walked into the door.

"Shouldn’t I be asking you that?"

Another infuriated snarl answered the idle question. "I don’t know how you managed to escape last time without choosing, but this time..." the second child cornered the other, demanding, commanding eyes flashing, "This time you *have* to choose."

"So be it. I choose -- " Before the first child could reveal the answer, something stopped it short.

What stopped the first from choosing was the lost, lonely look that stole into the second’s eyes, pleading without words to not leave...

And that was what altered what could have been the first child’s redemption. The exquisite, familiar eyes of the second tugged at the first, reminiscent of the time when their eyes had met in the beginning, and of how in that single moment, they had chosen each other.

The first might have erred along the way, but now the connection rebound itself, tightening the bond between the two.

The first chose the second, sealing the vow with a hard, possessive kiss, the other’s arms winding around the hard body firmly.

Such a shame.

Two children who could’ve chosen another, and therefore changed their fates...

...chose each other, slamming the lid down.

On the first’s fate, on the second’s, on their victims’...

And on the Earth’s.

Such a shame, really.

A very tragic shame.

"Tonight, it all ends tonight."

"I’ll be waiting."

"And I’ll keep the door open for you."

"Oh, dear," Relena said mock-tragically. "I think I broke him." Her icy blue eyes gazed contemptuously at the fallen ‘Perfect Soldier’. The boy she’d spent so long chasing, in order to keep the boy at her side. Her arms tightened around Duo’s waist, her head resting on his shoulder. She carelessly dropped the tranquilizer gun she held onto the floor.

"Don’t worry," Duo said dismissively, "He’ll wake up soon enough. And we’ll be gone by then."

"Yes," Relena purred, contentedly stroking Duo’s back, "We should get back to the Sank Kingdom." She looked at Duo through her lashes, "You won."

Duo grinned triumphantly. "And so I did."

Duo pulled on dark pants and shrugged on his shirt casually. And both left the room, without even a single backwards glance towards Heero crumpled on the floor behind them.

"After this triumph, we should do something more challenging."

Relena shivered slightly in the cold weather, snuggling into Duo’s arm when he wrapped it around her shoulders. "Like what?" Life would get tedious now that their hunt was over. Who would’ve thought that the impassively glacial ‘Perfect Soldier’ would succumb? She sneered in contempt. Heero’d only lasted so long because he hadn’t been there for most of the game.

"Same thing we do every night, Pinkie."

Relena looked at Duo with narrowed eyes. "Care to elaborate?"

"We’re going for the world tomorrow."

She arched a golden brow questioningly, understanding dawning on her...

"Think about it. You’re the dearly beloved Vice-Minister, a long-lost princess to a fairytale kingdom; I’m a highly acclaimed hero of the Wars, the dashingly charming pilot of Shinigami. Think about it," Duo repeated, a sharp smile slicing through his features, "Who can stop us?"

"Indeed," Relena said slowly, a similar sharp smile appearing on her face. "Who can?"