Disclaimer: This is nothing but a songfic. I am merely borrowing the Gundam Wing
pilots, the lyrics to Simon and Garfunkel's "I Am A Rock", and the titles of the
two poems. That means none of this belongs to me, other than the order in which
these words were put into in the writing of this fic. I'm making no money; I
have no money. I have a boyfriend, a cat and a fish. If you want to take
something, there's your choices... but I really would like to keep the fish, if
at all possible... ^_~ (love you, Honey!)
Notes: ~song lyrics~
I Am A Rock
by Kitsunehi
Scene: A large brick building stands in the overcast afternoon. Snow is falling
and everything is silent. It is apparent that this is a school, but everyone is
gone over the winter holidays, except one person, barely outlined in a single
window.
~A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly-fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island~
Shot pans up to where he is sitting near the window of his dorm room, staring
out at the empty courtyard. The room is barely lit by a single lamp, under which
lays an open book and a cooling cup of tea, evidently forgotten on the desk.
WuFei's eyes are wistful, but he suddenly clenches his jaw and shakes his head.
~Up in walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That nothing penetrates
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's nothing I distain
I am a rock
I am an island~
His eyes linger over to the telephone. Quatre had called earlier yesterday,
asking him if he would please come and spend Christmas with all of them at his
home. WuFei had coldly informed him that he refused to take part in silly
activities when there were more important things to be done. A part of him had
wanted to go, but what would he have done? He wouldn't have felt right being
there. Duo would have been romping all over the house driving everyone crazy,
especially Heero, who although he wouldn't admit it would enjoy the long-haired
boy's attention. Quatre and Trowa would no doubt be playing some sort of music
together. And that would have left him alone to watch and realize that he could
never be a part of that easy comraderie the others seemed to share.
~Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before
I'ts sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved, I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island~
He looks around suddenly, as if someone might see him. But he knows there is no
one around at all. Finally, he reaches down into a small satchel, where he keeps
the very few things he has. There are a few old books, but not much else.
Picking one in particular up, he opens it up. It is a collection of poetry.
Flipping through the dog-eared pages, he stops at one, that is marked with a
half-singed picture of a young woman with black hair and eyes. She is trying to
look at whomever had taken the picture with contempt, but there is a small,
beautiful smile tugging at her lips. He almost smiles himself as a painful
feeling radiates through his chest and traces a finger down the girl's cheek. He
would never have been allowed such a thing when Meiran was alive and he knows he
has no right to attempt it now, but he can't help himself. He wonders if she's
there now, watching him and realizing that he had loved her, even though he
hadn't known it at the time. The poem the picture had bookmarked was "Love's
Deity" by John Donne.
~I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island~
He sighs and replaces the picture, not bothering to read the poem. Instead he
flips to another marked page that contains "Anthem For Doomed Youth" by Wilfred
Owen. Tucked in the pages is another picture. It is one he does not rightly
remember where he'd acquired it from. It is a picture of all of them, evidently
after some mission or other on one of the cargo carriers, so he thinks that
perhaps Howard had taken it. Heero was busy at his laptop as usual, Duo
chattering away at the Japanese boy, who seemed to not be listening, but WuFei
could barely make out something of a faint smile on his lips. Quatre was talking
to Trowa, who was listening carefully as he bandaged the blonde boy's arm.
Finding himself in the picture was easy; he was the one standing away from the
others, looking away from them as though there were something vaguely facinating
off the ship.
He swallows hard, trying to disolve the lump in his throat, closing his stinging
eyes. It hurts, but this way, he won't have to deal with the worst kind of hurt
that would come later on when one of the others died. It was better to keep
himself away from them. He shakes his head again, trying to clear his mind. Men
don't cry, especially about being alone, when that condition is one that he
chooses. He had told Quatre that he wanted to be alone, so why did it hurt so
much?
~And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.~
Shaking his head, he replaces the picture in the book and takes a sip of his
tea. He grimaces, realizing it has gone cold. He sets the cup down and picks up
another book, taking his place near the window again, glancing out at the
snow-covered world before he turns to begin reading. No matter; he was how he
said he'd wanted to be. Alone with nothing and no one.
It was always safer that way. Wasn't it?
Owari
I'm so sorry!! I didn't want to write anything bad about Wu-chan! I love the
little bugger to bits! But I was listening to this song and it just...fit! WuFei
fans, please don't kill me...
pilots, the lyrics to Simon and Garfunkel's "I Am A Rock", and the titles of the
two poems. That means none of this belongs to me, other than the order in which
these words were put into in the writing of this fic. I'm making no money; I
have no money. I have a boyfriend, a cat and a fish. If you want to take
something, there's your choices... but I really would like to keep the fish, if
at all possible... ^_~ (love you, Honey!)
Notes: ~song lyrics~
I Am A Rock
by Kitsunehi
Scene: A large brick building stands in the overcast afternoon. Snow is falling
and everything is silent. It is apparent that this is a school, but everyone is
gone over the winter holidays, except one person, barely outlined in a single
window.
~A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly-fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island~
Shot pans up to where he is sitting near the window of his dorm room, staring
out at the empty courtyard. The room is barely lit by a single lamp, under which
lays an open book and a cooling cup of tea, evidently forgotten on the desk.
WuFei's eyes are wistful, but he suddenly clenches his jaw and shakes his head.
~Up in walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That nothing penetrates
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's nothing I distain
I am a rock
I am an island~
His eyes linger over to the telephone. Quatre had called earlier yesterday,
asking him if he would please come and spend Christmas with all of them at his
home. WuFei had coldly informed him that he refused to take part in silly
activities when there were more important things to be done. A part of him had
wanted to go, but what would he have done? He wouldn't have felt right being
there. Duo would have been romping all over the house driving everyone crazy,
especially Heero, who although he wouldn't admit it would enjoy the long-haired
boy's attention. Quatre and Trowa would no doubt be playing some sort of music
together. And that would have left him alone to watch and realize that he could
never be a part of that easy comraderie the others seemed to share.
~Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before
I'ts sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved, I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island~
He looks around suddenly, as if someone might see him. But he knows there is no
one around at all. Finally, he reaches down into a small satchel, where he keeps
the very few things he has. There are a few old books, but not much else.
Picking one in particular up, he opens it up. It is a collection of poetry.
Flipping through the dog-eared pages, he stops at one, that is marked with a
half-singed picture of a young woman with black hair and eyes. She is trying to
look at whomever had taken the picture with contempt, but there is a small,
beautiful smile tugging at her lips. He almost smiles himself as a painful
feeling radiates through his chest and traces a finger down the girl's cheek. He
would never have been allowed such a thing when Meiran was alive and he knows he
has no right to attempt it now, but he can't help himself. He wonders if she's
there now, watching him and realizing that he had loved her, even though he
hadn't known it at the time. The poem the picture had bookmarked was "Love's
Deity" by John Donne.
~I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island~
He sighs and replaces the picture, not bothering to read the poem. Instead he
flips to another marked page that contains "Anthem For Doomed Youth" by Wilfred
Owen. Tucked in the pages is another picture. It is one he does not rightly
remember where he'd acquired it from. It is a picture of all of them, evidently
after some mission or other on one of the cargo carriers, so he thinks that
perhaps Howard had taken it. Heero was busy at his laptop as usual, Duo
chattering away at the Japanese boy, who seemed to not be listening, but WuFei
could barely make out something of a faint smile on his lips. Quatre was talking
to Trowa, who was listening carefully as he bandaged the blonde boy's arm.
Finding himself in the picture was easy; he was the one standing away from the
others, looking away from them as though there were something vaguely facinating
off the ship.
He swallows hard, trying to disolve the lump in his throat, closing his stinging
eyes. It hurts, but this way, he won't have to deal with the worst kind of hurt
that would come later on when one of the others died. It was better to keep
himself away from them. He shakes his head again, trying to clear his mind. Men
don't cry, especially about being alone, when that condition is one that he
chooses. He had told Quatre that he wanted to be alone, so why did it hurt so
much?
~And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.~
Shaking his head, he replaces the picture in the book and takes a sip of his
tea. He grimaces, realizing it has gone cold. He sets the cup down and picks up
another book, taking his place near the window again, glancing out at the
snow-covered world before he turns to begin reading. No matter; he was how he
said he'd wanted to be. Alone with nothing and no one.
It was always safer that way. Wasn't it?
Owari
I'm so sorry!! I didn't want to write anything bad about Wu-chan! I love the
little bugger to bits! But I was listening to this song and it just...fit! WuFei
fans, please don't kill me...