I'm Going to Die for You
By: Priscilla Violet Regina
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool if I did own these characters?
This boy...his eyes are so intense...how can he just be a boy? He fights not out of the lesson books, but with experience. A boy?
Those were the thoughts I had when I first saw him, jumping into the room I was in, challenging me to a duel of sorts. How could I refuse? He had come all the way here just to meet me and see what I've got...to see if I had what it takes to head the army of his enemy. He was just testing me to see if I was a worthy adversary.
And I won. I beat him. Sure, I could have killed him, but I wanted to see what the future brought. I beat him, this boy not much more than half my age, and left him alive so he could live with his defeat, anger and jealousy building, until he finally attacked me, holding nothing back. I wanted to know, had to know...if I was a worthy opponent. If I wasn't, he would kill me, no doubt, which would be the ultimate punishment. But how else would I know?
I saw Wufei rarely after out little bout, but I saw his anger shine through whenever he destroyed one of Oz's bases or fought with the mobile dolls. I saw his hatred as he viciously killed off my soldiers, hoping one of them was me.
And then he'd see some article about me, or news broadcast talking about the newest development of Oz, and I'm sure he would go insane. Who wouldn't? I know Wufei wanted me dead, but only if he was the one who delivered the final blow. Yet I stayed alive and well, running Oz like a leader should.
Then, I resigned. How could I continue to run a corporation that just wanted to rule the world, not save it and produce peace? I received a telegram the day I resigned, saying one thing.
How could you be so weak?
Automatically I knew who it was from. Who else would be angered at my loss of power? None other than the boy who piloted Gundam 05, lovingly nicknamed Nataku. Chang Wufei.
Of course he was mad at me! Now, he really couldn't have a good reason to kill me other than his own pride. Now, he wouldn't have many more confrontations with me, if any.
Now, I wouldn't be able to see his beautiful face any more. Or his graceful body, like a tiger.
I was put under house arrest, where my only link to the outer world was a television set. There I watched the Treize Faction form, an opposition of Oz, composed of my former underlings, who fought where I couldn't. There I saw rare footage of the illustrious Gundams fighting, trying to save the Earth from everybody.
There I saw Wufei, fighting for peace and justice like a superhero would. Like the superhero he was should.
But still, while watching him battle, I saw his anger directed at me. I thrived in it, yes, but I also grew upset, knowing he wanted me dead.
He didn't care for me like I did him, and I knew it. He couldn't. I knew his past inside out, knew he had been married but widowed at a young age. He never could look at me the way he looked at her in all the pictures I saw. He wanted me to die. How else would he respond to the person who had beaten him, knocked his pride to the floor and stomped on it.
Even now, as I look at his face on the telescreen in my mobile suit, Tallgeese III, his eyes are cold, deadly.
Wanting me to die.
"Do you know how many people have willingly given up their lives for you?" he asks, glaring at me with intense hate.
"Yes." I answer as I drop my guard. "Lady Une, upload the latest list, please." As I start naming every soldier who has died in my wake, for or against me, I notice his eyes soften, before becoming hard, hating me more.
"You coward!" he yells, and starts in to attack.
This time, your wish will come true.
I am going to die for you, Wufei.
-Owari
