On Hate
Nobody has ever hated Quatre except me. He's so open, affectionate, caring-- his empathy makes him a friend to all. All except me. I hate him.Quatre's tried to befriend me time and time again, but I keep pushing him away. He always comes back, claiming he wants to get to know me, wants to be my friend... He must be some kind of deviant masochist; I don't know anyone but Quatre who would come back after the way I've treated him.
I am Nanashi-- no name, nobody. I have no past, and once this war is over, I have no future. Quatre's heart breaks every time he kills... Killing is all I know, war runs through my veins. Sometimes I think I was born in a mobile suit. Once this war is over I am over, but Quatre... Quatre's got a family to go home to, a bright future ahead of him... I hate him for it.
Quatre's heart just bleeds for me, little no-name, little nobody.
He won't leave me alone.
I hate him!
The one person who has ever tried to get to know me-- I hate him! I hate his pity, his sympathy! No matter how many times I reject him, no matter how many times I push him away...
He comes back!
I hate him for it!
But...
But I love him for it, too.
I don't feel like I really need a disclaimer... so I didn't write one. Because honestly, if I owned Gundam Wing, would I be writing fanfiction? Hell, no! I'd be making all my stories cannon!! Seriously, guys.
So I'm not sure if Trowa's un-name is really Nanashi or not, but I'd be willing to bet it is. Please inform me if I am wrong. Anyways. I hope you enjoyed that, and please review. Yeaahhhhh.
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