The Weapons of Their Destruction
By tati1
Summary: This is a series of five drabbles, going backwards through the G-boys, about how the guys felt about their Gundams. Zechs and Treize not included.
A/N: All information you may not understand is directly from the manga Episode Zero or from the Gundam Wing show.
Drabble 01: The Weapon of His Birth
By tati1
Heero had been lost since the day he was born. He didn't expect to find himself until he died; perhaps Duo would help guide him then. The only thing he had ever had was his skills. Attachments to objects or people were not something he could afford. Everyone died. Everyone left him. He did form attachments though, even when he knew he should not risk it, could not afford to risk it.
He had liked Odin. The man had taught him to protect himself; had taught him how to kill. Without Odin, Heero would never have had the skills necessary to attract Dr. J's attention, and would never have earned the title of Perfect Soldier or his gun or his Gundam. He would never have had his laptop, and he would never have met Duo and the other pilots.
Wing was an excellent weapon. It fit him, as though it had been born with him and breathed with him. As though it felt what he felt and lived as he lived, searching, always searching, trying to find a solution to a question he didn't really understand.
Wing Zero was even better. It read his thoughts and actively helped him to search. It promised redemption and a chance at peace. At the end of the war though, it was an attachment he willingly gave up. His search could not continue with weapons; not even the ones he had been born with. He had been more than willing to risk death, several times, because it was more than likely that the answer to his search lay beyond the grave, and so it had never really mattered if he lived or died, just as it had never really mattered that he had liked Odin or that he felt affection for his gun and laptop and skills. Some of his human attachments he would prefer to maintain for a bit, but he gave them up as well. Perhaps, if he left them, the search would become clearer, and he could learn if he could become more than the weapon he had been told he was born to be.
End.
