Trowa Barton / No Name (Nanashi)
By: Princess Sassafras
Notes: If I don't get flamed…well, I don't care if I get flamed! Suck an egg. I don't own Trowa…NOBODY does. We only each see him as he exists within each of us; he is, like all great characters, reflective of a part of ourselves.
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My name is Trowa Barton. That name is as good as any. Once I had no name but that doesn't matter anymore; my purpose is my real identity. My purpose changes every moment. Neither my profession nor my past will define me. My lover changes with each story: his or her name, his or her character, and his or her treatment of me. Sometimes I am beaten and taken; sometimes I beat and take. Sometimes there is no sadness, only great joy. But I forget the last paragraph with each new one. I am timeless, ageless. They type or write or sketch me into existence and make me immortal. I have many faces. Sometimes the blonde one protects me from my dreams (or I hold him in the wake of his own), and sometimes the long-haired one urges me to dance (or I willingly move), and sometimes the pilot of Shenlong gives me wise advice (or I counsel him instead), and sometimes the Eurasian man covers my back (and sometimes I nurse him back to health), and sometimes there is a woman who slaps me back to reality, literally. What am I if not everything and anything? To say I am not some thing is to limit me. Why do you limit me? Create me. I exist as your creation. Or will I pass through your mind as a shadow, never to be thought of again? No. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, reading this, and knowing. You know how I call to you, pull you towards your pen or keyboard. Make of me something new and fantastic, or reshape something of the old-magic. My name is Trowa Barton. That name is as good as any; what are names for anyway?
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I had to write this; thanks for listening.