Author's Note: I LIVE!! So... yeah. Been a while ne? Gomen gomen for the long hibernation. I've been enslaved by World of Warcraft, the horrors!! Okay not really but that is where I slunk off to all this time. Bad best friend for getting me that game for Christmas, bad! Anywho, this idea just kinda popped into my head and I couldn't sleep so, here ya go! Never done a story from this point of view so if it sounds funky, my bad. Oh and by the way I'm rewriting Winter's Knight. I read over it recently and decided it needs an overhaul. Don't worry, same plot line is involved just going to give it the love and attention it deserves. :D Anyway, enough rambling from me. Enjoy the story and tell me what ya think!
Disclaimer: Seriously now, do you think I'd waste my time writing fanfiction in the middle of the night in my tiny little junked up room if I owned the rights to this game? Well, I don't and I don't own any money either so no suing! :p
Gunblade Specialist
By Phoenix DeFuego
Do you know why there are so few gunblade specialists in this world? Do you know why our existence borders myth and legend? True, the art of wielding a gunblade takes years to master. A lifetime even. But that's not why.
You look at me and see a strong warrior, a prodigy who's mastered this mythical weapon like some hero from a fairy tale. I see a slave. You think I've mastered this powerful weapon when in reality it's the weapon that has mastered me.
I've seen the way your blue eyes admire the way I move in battle, the way I dance through the steps of this deadly waltz. Why do you call yourself the expert observer when you've failed to see these chains wrapped around my soul? Why do you think I jump at every chance to fight him? Do you honestly think it's because I feel hatred towards him? Because I let him get beneath my skin? Yes, his arrogance is annoying and that cocky grin of his gets irritating, but that's not why.
He knows.
I see it in those jade eyes every time we duel. The pain and frustration of allowing ourselves to be dominated in exchange for power. I can feel its lust for blood growing in my mind, bending me to its will until I break. The weapon is stronger than me, its dominating will overwhelming me with ease. You believe I take pride in this cursed thing at my hip? I hate it. I loathe this insatiable master and hate myself even more for needing it just to survive.
It scares them; the others. They can feel its hunger when they hold a genuine gunblade and it scares them. That is why. Why my kind are so few. I was too stupid to heed the warning in the back of my mind when I chose this weapon. No, I didn't choose this weapon. It chose me. Just as his gunblade chose him. You ask me why I want to become a SeeD?
Freedom.
When I graduate this exam I will become a SeeD and be sent on missions where no one will question why I kill without hesitation or remorse. I will feed the hunger of this blood thirsty weapon and perhaps one day I will be free of this unfeeling master. Will you be the one to set me free Instructor? You call yourself an expert observer, but can you see why there are so few gunblade specialists in this world?