Epyon
A/N: As much as I despise the fact that I'm writing another long, winded author's note, this one is necessary. The story, Epyon, is a sequel to this fic (http/ written by the amazingly-more-talented-than-me D-Scythe. Read his work. It's better than mine.
In addition to this, some background is required: If you watch the series from start to finish (A daunting and difficult task that I have yet to accomplish, primarily because I can only find it in Japanese) you will find that the Gundams respond to their environments- they even seem to have a deep, spiritual level of contact with their pilots. I attempted to accentuate that connection in this fic as well as my other fic, I am Zero. Enjoy.
I am a weapon. Is that all that I can ever be? Less than a year ago I was built. I was designed from specific blueprints and brought into this world by computer programmers. A man who called himself Trieze Kushranata came to me and said that he was unworthy to pilot me.
He told me that I would take a different pilot instead, one who also piloted a Gundam. He told me that this boy's name would be Heero Yuy, but that I must reject him. He told me of a man named Milliardo Peacecraft, and of another named Zechs Merquise. He told me of how they were one and the same, yet so different it was obvious.
He told me that Milliardo and Zechs would be the ones to take me through to the end. He told me of a great battle that would take place, and of how I would be the deciding factor in it. He saluted me, said his farewell, and marched off. He marched off to die.
I knew this somewhere, beneath layers of code and programming. I knew that he would die. My eyes glowed in recognition of the fact, and he walked away.
"One more thing is necessary to attain total pacifism." The words emerged from the man within me. From the men within me. My pilots, Zechs and Milliardo were at war. Blood covered a pair of hands, though who's they were was unknown.
"A strong heart, one which can empathize with the wills and needs of the people. I can never have that trait. I guess you're just too good… You're too pure…."
The battle within came to a resolution as did the battle without. Milliardo and Zechs were as one. No two traits overlapped, and he stood a warrior of peace, one who was prepared to cast his life away to save those that a part of him had just tried to kill.
"I'm not weak!" My arm raised, poised over a power core. "I'll survive! Right to the bitter end!" It descended. The enlarged beam saber that I gripped sliced through metal housing and wire like so much butter. Electricity shot up and down my arm. Components burst within me, and the world around me became fire.
"I will… survive…" The man within had closed his eyes. He had accepted his fate. My eyes glowed green once more. He would survive.
I knew that somewhere, beneath layers of computer programming. I knew that he would survive. My eyes glowed one last time in recognition of the fact as the world around me blew apart…
Finis.