Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Behind the Mask
By: firewingz
The mask is only there to do something I can't--smile, live, survive. Everyone seems to have a role...Quatre's our compassion, Duo's our laughter, Wufei's our justice, Heero's our perfect solider...but me...what am I? their silence?
I don't know how everyone else copes with the killing...the war. No one can see it...but behind my mask...I cry...I mourn for all the innocents...mourn for our lost childhood.
I remember a time when Quatre asked me if I was okay. Am I okay? What kind of question is that? Of course not! Are you okay Quatre? Are you okay with the tremendous lost of lives you caused? Are you okay you killed so many fathers, brothers, sons? Quatre may be compassionate, but he has no common sense.
It's been two and a half years since the war. Everyone has since found their happiness and place in the world.
Quatre, predictably, now runs his family business. His successful business not only upholds the colonies economy...but its influence has since stretched to Earth.
Duo has his own repair shop. But it's slowly turning into a more learning environment where engineering students would go, recommended (and slowly being required) by colleges.
Wufei has his own martial arts school. He claims that its an injustice to not teach kids how to defend themselves.
Even Heero found his passion. He became a star, almost overnight. He is now known as one of the greatest musicians that ever lived on both Earth and in the colonies. He was able to bring peace unknowingly by his superb skills as a fighter and now, he's proud to bring peace through his music.
I am still at the circus with Catherine. The clown mask I wear seems to only make fun of me, it is something I'm not...it is something I want to be...it is something I was. Unlike the others, I have not found my place in this world...my happiness. I still need a mask to be smiling...to be glad.
I'm still looking for that joy that my fellow friends have found...I want to be able to laugh whole-heartedly at our reunions...at our jokes. I want to finally put the war behind me...to heal the wounds that are as deep as the abyss. Perhaps my own happiness lay right before my eyes...
I will continue searching...to find the boy that was once behind this mask.
End?
~I'm not sure if this should be the end of this story. I haven't really decided. Please comment and give me advice about it.
Behind the Mask
By: firewingz
The mask is only there to do something I can't--smile, live, survive. Everyone seems to have a role...Quatre's our compassion, Duo's our laughter, Wufei's our justice, Heero's our perfect solider...but me...what am I? their silence?
I don't know how everyone else copes with the killing...the war. No one can see it...but behind my mask...I cry...I mourn for all the innocents...mourn for our lost childhood.
I remember a time when Quatre asked me if I was okay. Am I okay? What kind of question is that? Of course not! Are you okay Quatre? Are you okay with the tremendous lost of lives you caused? Are you okay you killed so many fathers, brothers, sons? Quatre may be compassionate, but he has no common sense.
It's been two and a half years since the war. Everyone has since found their happiness and place in the world.
Quatre, predictably, now runs his family business. His successful business not only upholds the colonies economy...but its influence has since stretched to Earth.
Duo has his own repair shop. But it's slowly turning into a more learning environment where engineering students would go, recommended (and slowly being required) by colleges.
Wufei has his own martial arts school. He claims that its an injustice to not teach kids how to defend themselves.
Even Heero found his passion. He became a star, almost overnight. He is now known as one of the greatest musicians that ever lived on both Earth and in the colonies. He was able to bring peace unknowingly by his superb skills as a fighter and now, he's proud to bring peace through his music.
I am still at the circus with Catherine. The clown mask I wear seems to only make fun of me, it is something I'm not...it is something I want to be...it is something I was. Unlike the others, I have not found my place in this world...my happiness. I still need a mask to be smiling...to be glad.
I'm still looking for that joy that my fellow friends have found...I want to be able to laugh whole-heartedly at our reunions...at our jokes. I want to finally put the war behind me...to heal the wounds that are as deep as the abyss. Perhaps my own happiness lay right before my eyes...
I will continue searching...to find the boy that was once behind this mask.
End?
~I'm not sure if this should be the end of this story. I haven't really decided. Please comment and give me advice about it.