Title: Yuy's Split Personlity
Author: Coco-Kun
Status: ????
Category: Extreme OOC. slight boy-love(forgot the Japanese).
Strangeness. PWP?
Pairings: 1+2
Disclaimer: The GW boys aren't mine.
Spoilers: non
Notes: People, I should warn you, this is my first fanfiction ever
written and I did it within half an hour. It wasn't beta read so many
mistakes(English isn't my thing) I can't really figure out the plot,
so bear with me. Flame me if you want to.
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Humans love the stars. It is mysterious, beautiful, and bright. They
glitter like diamonds on black velvet, covering the sky to reassure
that us we are never alone, that we are all connected by it. At
nights when I feel like the whole world is against me, the vast
expenses that symbolized freedom and innocence watch down upon me and
lull me to sleep like a mother to her frighten child. Times like
that, I find tears in my eyes that were neither of joy nor sadness,
just the peace that warms my whole being, like embracing a mother I
never have and yet always had. I do think I am her most precious
child. Now do you question why Quatre said, "Heero is the heart of
outer space?"
I wonder why people want to make the sky ugly during those wondrous
gazing. One just doesn't pollute something as pure as outer space for
no reason. It is still so pretty to look at, with the space junk
cluttering the night sky, fooling us into thinking that the stars
shine even more brightly. Do people know that Death awaits out there?
I do not mean just that loudmouth baka, I mean the machines of
destruction.
The Gundam pilots are machines of destruction. Everything we do are
based on pure logic, no emotions there. We self-destruct so we take
others to hell. Death means not a thing to me for I created the
persona of the 'Perfect Soldier.' He took over some time ago, locking
me in a jail cell far down in hell. Heero is a stranger that I
created to fit my skin. He is everything Doctor J and Dekim Barton
wanted him to be. A machine without conscience and a character chased
forever by that silly Queen.
Me, I don't have a name like Heero. I am just the one part of him
that still remembers the kindness of people. The part that gives him
the compassion. The one that reminded him not to kill some people,
mainly Maxwell and Relena. For a long time, I was a well-done sish-
kibob in the infernos, unable to fight that monster I created. But
Heero has already lost the battle with me because now I have 4 close
friends fighting for me. That nag queen does come in handy at times.
I don't think Heero has ever killed out of sheer annoyance. Vexation
is an emotion the last time I checked.
Now I am still under the sky wondering where everyone else is. It
should be a while before I let Heero come back. Yes, I was
resurrected some time ago most by the efforts of the psychotically
cheerful and his secret ally, the princess of stalkers. I am still
pretty much crippled but getting there. I keep Heero around because
this war isn't over yet. Besides, people seemed to find the
"Rambo" type irresistibly attractive.
"Heero, Whatcha doing?" comes that familiar cheerful voice.
"Hn," Heero replies. So he has already started to take over. No
surprise to me.
"Come on Heero, talk. You have to have a reason to be on the
observation dome. You are actually away from that lap top of yours
and left your two backup guns in the dorm room."
I tried my very best not to laugh and made myself turn, giving
Maxwell full view of a serene smile and said, "We are musing with
ourselves about the stars."
I can't wait until we merge once again because this split second
personality shifts are scaring the shit out of Maxwell. Heero likes
him a lot and doesn't like to make Duo frown. I think he will
shoot me if I try another stunt again. I don't care anyways, we can't be
alone anymore. The friendship forge in tragedy shall never be lost.
That is something even the Perfect Soldier will admit. When that day
comes, this internal war shall be won with us coming out as winner.
End?
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