Title: Ghosts
Warnings: 1x2, bad language, possible grammar mistakes -_-;;, lemon in later chapters.
Martina/SI: This is a POV of..Duo! ^^ Our favorite man with the braid *Hails* Well, you know how he is often portrayed as the 'weaker' character? I've just come across 'The Duo Anti-Rape Front' and well…why does Duo always get picked on? I suppose that is what inspired this fic…^^ I don't think that I've humiliated Duo in any of my fics, and I don't intend to either. *Glomps Duo* ^___^
Duo: POV of meee-eee, POV of meee-eee ^_^!!
Martina/SI: But after that annoyingly long authors note…the fic!! ^_^ Or at least chapter one…
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Do you believe in ghosts? Do you? You know, there are several types of ghost. Your standard spirit-running-around-the-attic-with-shackles that little kids are scared of. Then there's your all time favorite coming-back- from-the-dead-to-haunt-people-for-no-reason ghosts, and not to forget those who come back because of some form of unfinished business. Oh joy.
But you've left out one of the most important types of ghosts. The living.
Because when someone sees death day in and day out, it becomes part of them. You can't kill someone, and then leave there untouched. At least I admit it. I don't go out there, into the battlefield, and fight because I derive joy from killing people. Whoever told you that was doing some major bullshitting. They've probably never squished an ant for all I know.
I always thought I was the one with the most trouble, with killing and all, you know? Turns out I was wrong. I know how to stay alive. Maybe it's because I'm Shinigami. Maybe it's because I'm human enough to admit to hating the feel of ending a life with a swift impact of a finger to a button. But what about those who can't tell themselves " I hate killing. "? What about those who fight there, for days on end, ending countless lives?
Lives, now that's a topic on it's own. With one slash of my DeathScythes almighty scythe, I remove an important link in a WEB of lives. I kill a father, a son, a grandfather, who knows? I just sit there, in my cockpit, trying to block out the faces that I know will pop into my head. The ones who were left behind. The ones I didn't kill.
I've cried. Yeah, that's right, you heard me. Come on, who wouldn't? That thing about men not crying, another load of crap. Every single human being needs to let go of some sorrow, to strengthen the souls immunity towards it. To keep going, to put it bluntly. But many don't know how. They're not strong enough to just let tears fall. If you've experienced something really shitty, who's to stop you from crying? What's so shameful about it?
It's like a parasite. If you don't get rid of it, it multiplies. And kills you.
And you, become a ghost.
I used to think that I was weak if I ever shed one tear. Times change. I learnt from people stronger than me, how to cry again. And it feels really good. Refreshing. Getting it out of your system, it's satisfying. And you can get out there again, in the middle of the battlefield, and fight for what you believe in. Without feeling the stab of guilt. Simply because you cried.
But I've learnt something else. Something which is much more important than my own tears.
I've got four other people to take under my wing. I've got four other people to look after, to cheer up.
Trowa, and his silence. I don't think he knows how to cry. People refer to him as 'serious'. I know better. Wufei and his tough attitude, his constant insults and intolerance for weakness. You think they're a display of inner strength? I know better still. Quatre then, he's always smiling, isn't he? Wrong. And Heero. Yeah, Heero. Our Perfect Soldier. He's always so intent on his missions, isn't he? He'll live and die for his missions, won't he? Maybe. But do you think he doesn't feel? He does. And he keeps it so well hidden behind that façade of his. But Shinigami can see past the barriers and masks humans put up. I can see it all so clearly. I can see his fear.
They're all scared.
They're all turning into ghosts.
TBC…
A/N: o.O Well..um..this's probably going to be one of those slow fics that I don't work on every day..^^;;;;;;; I'm lazy..eheh..R&R, pleeeeeease ^_^
Warnings: 1x2, bad language, possible grammar mistakes -_-;;, lemon in later chapters.
Martina/SI: This is a POV of..Duo! ^^ Our favorite man with the braid *Hails* Well, you know how he is often portrayed as the 'weaker' character? I've just come across 'The Duo Anti-Rape Front' and well…why does Duo always get picked on? I suppose that is what inspired this fic…^^ I don't think that I've humiliated Duo in any of my fics, and I don't intend to either. *Glomps Duo* ^___^
Duo: POV of meee-eee, POV of meee-eee ^_^!!
Martina/SI: But after that annoyingly long authors note…the fic!! ^_^ Or at least chapter one…
*
Do you believe in ghosts? Do you? You know, there are several types of ghost. Your standard spirit-running-around-the-attic-with-shackles that little kids are scared of. Then there's your all time favorite coming-back- from-the-dead-to-haunt-people-for-no-reason ghosts, and not to forget those who come back because of some form of unfinished business. Oh joy.
But you've left out one of the most important types of ghosts. The living.
Because when someone sees death day in and day out, it becomes part of them. You can't kill someone, and then leave there untouched. At least I admit it. I don't go out there, into the battlefield, and fight because I derive joy from killing people. Whoever told you that was doing some major bullshitting. They've probably never squished an ant for all I know.
I always thought I was the one with the most trouble, with killing and all, you know? Turns out I was wrong. I know how to stay alive. Maybe it's because I'm Shinigami. Maybe it's because I'm human enough to admit to hating the feel of ending a life with a swift impact of a finger to a button. But what about those who can't tell themselves " I hate killing. "? What about those who fight there, for days on end, ending countless lives?
Lives, now that's a topic on it's own. With one slash of my DeathScythes almighty scythe, I remove an important link in a WEB of lives. I kill a father, a son, a grandfather, who knows? I just sit there, in my cockpit, trying to block out the faces that I know will pop into my head. The ones who were left behind. The ones I didn't kill.
I've cried. Yeah, that's right, you heard me. Come on, who wouldn't? That thing about men not crying, another load of crap. Every single human being needs to let go of some sorrow, to strengthen the souls immunity towards it. To keep going, to put it bluntly. But many don't know how. They're not strong enough to just let tears fall. If you've experienced something really shitty, who's to stop you from crying? What's so shameful about it?
It's like a parasite. If you don't get rid of it, it multiplies. And kills you.
And you, become a ghost.
I used to think that I was weak if I ever shed one tear. Times change. I learnt from people stronger than me, how to cry again. And it feels really good. Refreshing. Getting it out of your system, it's satisfying. And you can get out there again, in the middle of the battlefield, and fight for what you believe in. Without feeling the stab of guilt. Simply because you cried.
But I've learnt something else. Something which is much more important than my own tears.
I've got four other people to take under my wing. I've got four other people to look after, to cheer up.
Trowa, and his silence. I don't think he knows how to cry. People refer to him as 'serious'. I know better. Wufei and his tough attitude, his constant insults and intolerance for weakness. You think they're a display of inner strength? I know better still. Quatre then, he's always smiling, isn't he? Wrong. And Heero. Yeah, Heero. Our Perfect Soldier. He's always so intent on his missions, isn't he? He'll live and die for his missions, won't he? Maybe. But do you think he doesn't feel? He does. And he keeps it so well hidden behind that façade of his. But Shinigami can see past the barriers and masks humans put up. I can see it all so clearly. I can see his fear.
They're all scared.
They're all turning into ghosts.
TBC…
A/N: o.O Well..um..this's probably going to be one of those slow fics that I don't work on every day..^^;;;;;;; I'm lazy..eheh..R&R, pleeeeeease ^_^