A/N: Another drabble I found hiding on my computer. Hope you like it:)
Traveling.
He hated it.
It was the worst part of his job; he never got to settle down in one spot. There was no comfort of "home," no "favorite hang-out place," no long-term friends... Well, maybe he could count his fellow pilots as long-term friends, but he seriously doubted the thought would even cross their minds. For all being in the same boat, they all handled it in a completely different way.
There were the silent ones, Heero and Trowa. Those two just kept their thoughts and emotions bottled up, morphing themselves into time-bombs. It was never pretty for whoever was around once their fuses ran out. Heero only showed his anger, pushing all his frustration out on the battlefield. Trowa never showed much. Ever. He could pass as a damn robot if he hadn't the need to breathe.
Then there was the angry one, Wufei. Oh how he appeared to hate any and all things, living or otherwise. The boy hardly ever talked, it was almost always yelling. He seemed to have the need to vent his anger at the "injustice" of their situation every moment he could. One could even hear him ranting to Nataku at times. And there was his justice and honor craze. It was understandable, considering his upbringing and past, but one had to always dance around those words in a conversation, for fear that he would go off on a verbal rampage at the mere mention of them.
The kind one, Quatre. If one met that little blond on the street, they would swear he could never hurt a fly, much less take down a whole military base singlehandedly. He seemed to cope by being as kind and generous as he could, even in battle. There had only been a handful of times when he hadn't offered the opposing side surrender, and he would spare their lives. But the bullheadedness of his opposition more often than not led to him having to end their lives. It took such a toll on the kid. It took a toll on all of them, killing others. But it was what they had to do.
And there was him, the joker. Always attempting to make people laugh or even just crack the faintest of smiles. He hated what he had to do, much less that others had to share his burden. They were all teenagers, for Christ's sake! They were supposed to be holed up in their rooms playing videogames, joining the basketball team at school, contemplating how they were going to get to second base with the head cheerleader. Not killing people, destroying dreams, causing cities to crumble in ruins, never contacting parents, their only guidance being their guts, the scientists, and each other (to some extent).
It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
But that is life.
