AN: well, I'm finally posting a fic. I know this is short but I would still
love any reviews about it.
Disclaimers: I own the story, I own the character that is relating the
story to you. Other than that. well not much and definitely not Ikari. (
Enjoy!
Commander Ikari
The first time I saw him I was awed. His dark brown hair was perfectly place on his head; unruly enough to seem carefree and relaxed, but obviously kept in control. He was in control. His clear brown eyes took in everything, piercing through my mind as if able to read my thoughts. His uniform was clean and pressed wonderfully for the best effect. He was imposing. The white gloves adorning his hands had not a speck of dust on them making me wonder if anything could tarnish this man. He held himself as if he had been offered the job of ruling the world. His shoulders were not broad but they were not those of a weak man. I felt as if I could look to him to make decisions of life and death quickly and effectively. He was inspiring. I wanted to tell him that I would give my life for him. I wanted to kneel before him. I did none of these; I simply stood there and stared. He didn't mind my eyes on him, he was probably use to being the object of someone's unwavering attention. I know it was only seconds, maybe even minutes, but it felt like hours that I was graced with his presences. Then the elevator stopped and he got off on his floor and I continued onto mine. The second time I saw him was our first official meeting. I lined up with all the others of my rank as we awaited inspection, by the Commander. When he came in I could tell the others were as awed as I had been. I, however, began to notice things I had missed on our first encounter. He stood very tall, out of habit rather than pride. I doubt the man had ever seen his feet; he was so busy looking down his nose. The Commander was gaunt, so thin that it looked like he had forgotten how to eat. The rings under his eyes told of many late nights. I now understood that his work was his life. Nothing, no person, no rules, no beliefs were more important than his work. Nothing. I looked upon this man and I was afraid.
Commander Ikari
The first time I saw him I was awed. His dark brown hair was perfectly place on his head; unruly enough to seem carefree and relaxed, but obviously kept in control. He was in control. His clear brown eyes took in everything, piercing through my mind as if able to read my thoughts. His uniform was clean and pressed wonderfully for the best effect. He was imposing. The white gloves adorning his hands had not a speck of dust on them making me wonder if anything could tarnish this man. He held himself as if he had been offered the job of ruling the world. His shoulders were not broad but they were not those of a weak man. I felt as if I could look to him to make decisions of life and death quickly and effectively. He was inspiring. I wanted to tell him that I would give my life for him. I wanted to kneel before him. I did none of these; I simply stood there and stared. He didn't mind my eyes on him, he was probably use to being the object of someone's unwavering attention. I know it was only seconds, maybe even minutes, but it felt like hours that I was graced with his presences. Then the elevator stopped and he got off on his floor and I continued onto mine. The second time I saw him was our first official meeting. I lined up with all the others of my rank as we awaited inspection, by the Commander. When he came in I could tell the others were as awed as I had been. I, however, began to notice things I had missed on our first encounter. He stood very tall, out of habit rather than pride. I doubt the man had ever seen his feet; he was so busy looking down his nose. The Commander was gaunt, so thin that it looked like he had forgotten how to eat. The rings under his eyes told of many late nights. I now understood that his work was his life. Nothing, no person, no rules, no beliefs were more important than his work. Nothing. I looked upon this man and I was afraid.