I DO NOT OWN GINGA DENSETSU WEED! Rated T for language!
By the way, Weed IS not out of character! I thought it would be interesting to make a "Dark! Weed" fanfic. They're so many "Dark!Elsa" and "Dark!Jack Frost" fanfics and videos. I wondered how and what "Dark!Weed" would be like. Enjoy! Review!
It wasn't worth it. None of it. The innocence. The pitiful attempt to make peace. The ridiculous idea that everything would work out fine.
That was a dream that Weed had always worked for, but never actually acheived. He would struggle with his enemies. Attempt to make peace with them. Try to convince them to join them.
But they never listened. Hougen wouldn't listen. His jerk of a brother Genba wouldn't surrender. Kaibutsu was too shrouded in his hate and bloodlust to even think about listening. They all had to learn the hard way of not making peace.
Maybe peace was never an option. Nobody ever seemed to to follow Weed's dreams. GB was about to go after the defanged Thunder and wounded Lector if he hadn't stopped his friend. The English Setter had even called him soft.
Jerome was even worse. He had killed off the two assassins in order to "keep Weed safe". Before that, he had just stopped Kyoushiro from going after the two Dobermans. That hypocrite!
If his followers weren't willing to follow Weed's dreams and listen to what he had to say, then why should he?
He was using peace that his enemies never followed. He was making speeches that those backstabbing mutts never listened to. He was pleading - begging - for his own wishes that would never come true.
Where was the point of making peace when nobody even attempted to follow it? Better yet, why should he even attempt such stupid things?
Maybe he shouldn't make peace. Maybe it was better if he had killed off most of his enemies like his friends wanted. They wanted him to not be soft anymore? They would get a Weed that wasn't all about kindness and making peace with his enemies.
Starting right now, he would go after every single bastard excuse of a dog that would dare harm his pack. And he would kill them. He wouldn't care how much they begged for their lives. His friends wanted him to be strong? He would be the strong Weed that everyone would love.
He would not listen to anymore of this bullshit.
"Weed, you're too weak."
"You're too blind. Are you just going to let your own enemy kill you?"
"You're a stupid fool! You're too soft to be a Leader."
He would now listen to these words.
"Weed, you have a strong sense of justice."
"You're an amazing Leader."
Once his old peace making ideas were out of sight and out of mind, his friends would finally accept him for who he was - who they wanted him to be. They would follow him and worship him until they died.