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Author Notes: This was written in response to a fanfic challenge. I was supposed to write a ficcie with the title, 'Hypothetically Speaking.' Did that. It's short, I know, but most of my fics are very short. I don't think I have the patience to write something long. Speaking of something long, I gotta go work on 'Differentia' part six.
Hypothetically Speaking
In theory, I could do it. Physically, it is possible, mentally, should not be a problem. Circumstances are against me, that is all. In this case, I shall do what I have always done, turn things to suit my mission. That is what I must do. There is no particular planning required, shooting someone is very simple, I have done it many times.
First, you point it at the soon-to-be-victim. Second, you pull the trigger, and third, you smirk evilly as the body of that damned annoying whiner hits the ground.
Sounds good in theory, doesn't it?
Unfortunately, that would just be too easy for a Gundam pilot, for the perfect soldier. No, she has to cry. No, that braided moron has to show up and shoot me. No, there has to be a school dance while I prepare to leave. No, she has to knock on the door of my dorm room and slink in. No, she has stare calmly as I point a gun at her head, and tell me in that soft voice of hers that if I shot her now, I would get caught.
She's right.
Damn her. Damn her a dozen times over.
Hypothetically speaking, I could shoot her now, jump out the window, hop into by Gundam and fly away before anyone even realizes that noise was a gun shot. But that's just a theory. And not a very good one. The windows don't open, my Gundam is on the other side of the campus and I don't really feel like killing her now, maybe later. Absolutely later. Definitely later. If not now, later is the only to go--
Oh shit, she's talking to me. I think she just asked a question, but I was too busy attempting to plan when I might kill her. I said in reply the only thing I could think of.
"Hn."
"Great!" she said with a grin. Apparently, she took that as a yes. I almost sighed in relief as she turned to go, but stopped myself. When she reached the door, she turned on her heel and said, "Well?"
I didn't answer.
"You said you'd come to the dance for a few minutes. Heero, just give it a chance," she pleaded.
Before long, I was dancing with her for reasons I care not to explain. Her little fan club was watching us with starry eyes. What's wrong with people? A guy and a girl dancing at a dance, since when is that a rare occurrence? Having never been to a dance before, I don't know.
In theory, I could kill her. I could shoot her, stab her, suffocate her, choke her, step on her with my Gundam, perhaps even hang her if I could get my hands on some rope.
I know now, as I have my arms around her, in reality, it won't ever happen.
I could kill her, hypothetically speaking, of course.
