Title: Nataku's Tears
By: Lionna (Shinigami Goddess)
Began & finished: October 13, 2000 [Friday the thirteenth! ACHK!]
Rating: PG
Category: Wufei's point of view. Bitter and cynical, actually my definition of realistic. A bit of angst,
depending how you read it.
Notes: Came to me off the top of my mind during and after watching the episode in which Wufei is having
his time of being unworthy but yet helps Sally Po and the Gorillas in New-China. No, this is not from that
episode, it's much later in the series once Shenlong is updated to Altron and when Wufei is off alone after
L5 is self-destructed.

I don't believe I can understand how the others can fight with such assurance. Deep inside I am
too unsure of what I want. I strive only to defeat the leader of Oz for it is the one thing I believe I can do. I
am selfish this way, for I do not even consider the colonies.
I do not fight for them anymore. I wish only to defeat Trieze to prove that I am the stronger. I am
in the right. He is in the wrong. I must prove it. I must because all those others must think that I am a fool,
that I am insane. Let the fools think that… I will prove that I am one of the few keeping their heads in this
space. I am one of the few still standing.
In between the colonies Nataku and I can float alone, in peace. Our home is gone and we are the
survivors. There will no longer be a colony L5. They have long since destroyed the few other sub-colonies
that had been abandoned.
Our history will fade…
And after the war, legends of the great gundams will also vanish. We will never have existed. It's
ironic, I guess, to think that someday this huge war will disappear from people's minds and they will never
know what we were doing. Future generations will forget our cause, what we fought for. Names of Heero
Yuy – the past colony leader and the gundam pilot – will be smeared names in the backs of crumbling
textbooks. My name shall be written down with little thought as to who it actually was.
No one will know who we were. My Nataku – my Meiran – is not even known now. She lives
within this gundam that they call, so coldly, 05, Shenlong, Altron. I could never destroy her. My partner for
eternity… she must not be killed. She must live and thrive. She cannot die.
She and I, we float endlessly in the star-spilled sky. The gems sparkle in the black ink like tears
hanging in suspension. The universe holds back her tears but as the men continue to fall, so do her tears.
One by one they drop… even now I can see a shower of stars falling down. Tears brimming over.
She used to ask me what I thought of shooting stars. Being the scholar I was, I told her the make of
them and what causes them – as has been researched for science. She'd glare at me and push me over
saying that I knew nothing of the real world and that I should look at them.
We floated in space and watched silently as stars slowly streaked across the black night. In hushed
tones she told me of the lives that had ended, and that that was why the stars were falling. The tears of
space were falling. I can vaguely remember remaining silent and solemn, my hair obscuring my vision.
When the next star fell before me, I saw it as liquid stroking painfully slow across a soft cheek.
My eyes drift back to the debris just off to the side. Destruction of my home still remains. No one
will ever recall that there were colonies beyond L4. No one will believe it. After all, whoever bothered with
L5? We were nothing… weaklings that could not be used so had to be thrown out. But I am different!
Nataku and I are different! We can fight. We can obtain what our clan-brothers could not. We will live to
fight against these evils that attack. And we will win.
I'll make sure to that. Even if these fools that we are supposed to be fighting for forget us… we'll
win. We'll win so that generations to come can feed off of their freedom and grow ignorant of wars and
times of violence. Then we will sit off to the sides and laugh bitterly as they all scramble to learn to fight
again as a threat arises.
Humanity is a fool. Humans cannot admit weakness and will always believe that they are the
rulers of everything. What poor fools they'll be when the earth tears them apart and rips them to pieces,
showing just how minor they are. I sometimes wonder if Operation Meteor should have gone through. L5 is
destroyed now as result of the new plan anyhow, what would it have mattered had it perished along with
sections of the Earth?
Earth… the green grasses and rolling hills… oceans full of life… But all of that would have died,
along with billions of people. We could not have done that. Could we? All I know is that if we had, we
would have been able to show humanity what ignorant fools look like. That the fools are themselves…
It is Fate's decision that they will never learn. No one will ever understand. And that is why I
refuse to fight for them. I will fight to gain my own strength, so that I may defeat Trieze. I know deep down
that I cannot. I am too weak, just as everyone else is. But even to die by his sword would be okay. He is a
man that may one day understand. He might be able to make people realize.
I cannot understand why I wish to kill him if this is my belief. I hate him… loath him… I just
cannot stand him. His arrogance is sickening and his skill is too high. He far surpasses me. More so than his
lackey Zechs Merquise; or Trowa Barton or Heero Yuy. They could still lose to me. But him… Trieze, I
cannot defeat yet.
Nataku, may you grant your strength to me again. I must defeat him. I must win my own battle to
prove that I am and that I will live.
Lend me your strength and your heart. With your help I know I can survive this. I am more than a
gundam pilot. I am more than what anyone thinks. I have the strength. I will fight because the weak are
foolish in their attempts. I will fight because I can win. I will and I am.
Owari?