Peace? What Peace?
By Flex Liushu Babycyberdragon
AN:
Sorry about this dreadful fic guys. A moment of weakness. Basically a smart conversation between Heero and Duo. Maybe I should spend longer than a day writing them in future… Anyway… R+R!*-_-*
"Here's the deal, Heero." Duo Maxwell, a fifteen-year-old youth with blue eyes and a cocky sense of humour, watched his friend walk straight past him, defying acknowledgement. He turned to look after him. "Nobody ever gets the chance to understand you! You never talk, or at least in a way anyone can make any sense out of!" He paused, giving Heero an opportunity to fill in his own opinion. "Are you even listening to me?"
Heero Yuy, fifteen like Duo, turned slowly. "I didn't ask to be understood."
"Maybe not, but I'm sure we'd all love the opportunity to try."
"If I wanted to be understood Duo, why would I be a soldier? Soldiers don't deserve to be understood. Soldiers begin, fight, and die in meaningless wars that needn't happen."
Duo rolled his eyes, a generally common feature of his character. "You're not going off on the 'meaningless soldier' kick again are you? I swear, I cannot stand one more word of it!"
"Then don't talk to me."
Duo raised a hand to his head in sheer disbelief. "But this is the thing you idiot! I want you to talk to me! You walk around here everyday like a brain-dead zombie! I mean," he continued in an offhand manner, "for all I know you may well be brain-dead. But that's beside the point."
Heero, quiet happy to let his friend continue rambling, left him to it, cut across him and made for the door.
"Where'd you think you're goin'? I'm talking here!"
"Keep going, you'll do fine without me." With that, Heero stalked out of the hanger.
Duo stood where he was in blind amazement. He opened his mouth several times to speak to someone who wasn't there. "The guy cracked a joke," he mumbled to himself. "I don't believe he cracked a joke!" Then he pulled himself back to the present situation. "Hey! Heero!" The door slammed back against the wall under his outstretched hand. "What do you think you're doing?"
Heero turned sharply. "You think I enjoy listening to you lecture about what's wrong with the way I act?"
"You think I enjoy having people walk away from me when I'm talking to them?"
"You think I care?"
Duo frowned. Although Heero's responses were scant at best most of the time, there was something wrong with the way Heero had spoken to him. "You okay? You seem a little flaky this morning."
"Nothing I want to talk about."
"And why couldn't you have just said 'no' when I asked you that, right there?"
Heero glared at Duo piercingly. "Because you wouldn't have believed me."
Duo nodded to himself solemnly. "And the guy has a very good point. Still…"
"What?"
Duo paused for a moment, searching for the word. "Oh, nothing. Just… just forget it." He made a shooing motion with his hands as he spoke. Who was he to question the actions of a failed kamikaze pilot / assassin? It just wasn't worth the grief.
Duo thought on that for a second. Heero Yuy. The other bearer of that name had been a campaigner for peace, but had been assassinated. But this Heero Yuy, he was the other way around. Assassinating people and not seeming to give a damn for peace.
So, who was this guy?
Heero Yuy? Or Odin Lowe?
But did it matter?
As long as he cared in the end…
Which, maybe he did.