K.....standard disclaimer! I do not own Gundam Wing!!! I do own the fic...sorta! :)
Please review!!!! Oh, I threw a little Scarlett O'Hara (from "Gone With The Wind") quote in here. Can anyone find it? It's really easy!! ^.^
~*~ Dorothy's POV ~*~
I have heard some say women are weak. *Weak*? *Women*? It makes me want to laugh. Laugh then punch then right in their manly pride. Men are arrogant fools. Arrogant fools just waiting for a woman to show them their place in life.
Some men, mind you, are wonderful. No, I do not mean they are handsome or good in bed. No,*these* men live, breath, fight and die for one of the most glorious things known to mankind. War.
War is a beautiful thing, an unappricated art. Some may call roses beautiful. A *rose*? Honestly, I can not see its appeal. True, they may blossom and bloom, releasing a delicious fragrance into the air, but they are not strong. A sudden frost will kill all that work, years of toil ruined.
Anger, hate, greed, lust, power and desire, the ingredients of war, all take time to build. When *they* blossom and bloom a war is born. The not-so-sweet smell of sweat, dirt, machinery, Mecha and blood all pour into one distinct fragrance. The fragrance of war.
There are a few men who have come to earn my admiration. My father was one of them. I loved him, I miss him. I shalln't think of that now. No, I'll think of that tomorrow.
Heero Yuy, Pilot of Gunam 01, he is what war has created. *He* is war. Hard, cold, cruel and calculating..everything a person should be. There are, however, others who are different from him. So different I can't understand how they are in the same league, but they are.
Quatre Rabebra Winner. Even thinking of the name brings a smirk to my lips. How can a boy, I shake my head in amusement, no, now he is a man. A fine man. I suppose some may say his angelic blue eyes and wind-blown golden hair are handsome. His eyes seem to be able to see into your soul, know you better than you know yourself. I involuntarily shiver, he has a calculating mind. A quick, sharp mind...like a fencing rapier.
Years ago, around three I believe, we tested each other. We fought, both mentally and physically. He may of won the mental games, but I, *I*, I mere woman, won the physical factor.
I frown, thinking of his words that day. They have always haunted me.
* "You are kind.." *
~*~ Quatre's POV ~*~
I can not understand why so many are against peace. Do they not remember what war brought? Sorrow, death, children growing up too fast or not at all, wives became widows, sweethearts' hearts were broken, children were orphaned....but does anyone remember these things?
No, they do not remember. If they do, they enjoyed it. They wallowed in the power they received when they got moved up a rank. How shallow. Moved up a rank in an army of death and destruction.
I have seen my share of battles, blood, carnage and death. I was the pilot for Gundam 03, affectionatly called Sandrock. I shake my head sadly, memories I had tried to forget return. My eyes close and I try not to remember, but I will.
I am luckier than most. I fought in many battles and survived. I can not take the credit though. I owe it all to my friends. Heero, Duo, Trowa, Wufei, the Maganuc Corp, and last but not least, Sandrock; I owe it all to them.
I haven't seen all my friends, together, in a long time. Too long. It is hard to get everyone together. Heero and Relena are always so busy, I suppose that is what being Vice-Forgien Minister and the minister's personal bodyguard does to you. Duo and Hilde, I have to chuckle at the mere thought of them. They are a perfect match. Hilde keeps Duo in check, Duo brings laughter where-ever he goes. Trowa and his sister Catherine, the circus keeps them running from place to place. I've seen their act before, they are quite good. Sally is putting up with Wufei in the Preventers' office. Even though they may not know it yet, they are in love with each other.
Thinking of everyone makes me lonely. Lonely and somewhat saddened. I have no one to share my life with. True, like Trowa, I do have sisters. They all are much older than me and quite busy with their own lives.
I lean my head against the window and look out onto the grounds. I still find it hard to believe that I am the Head of the Winner estate, Winner Cooperations, the list goes on and on. A flash of blonde hair causes my heart to jump, then it sinks back. No, it was not Dorothy Catalonia, twas only one of my sisters tossing her hair.
Miss Catalonia, Dorothy as she insists, is on the colony this month. I have often wondered if I should invite her over for tea or dinner. There is something about her that I can not understand. My dear friend, Trowa, perhaps said it best. It is sad to see a woman who is unable to cry.
I frown, thinking of her eyes that day long ago. They have always haunted me.
* "A woman who is unable to cry......" *
Please review!!!! Oh, I threw a little Scarlett O'Hara (from "Gone With The Wind") quote in here. Can anyone find it? It's really easy!! ^.^
~*~ Dorothy's POV ~*~
I have heard some say women are weak. *Weak*? *Women*? It makes me want to laugh. Laugh then punch then right in their manly pride. Men are arrogant fools. Arrogant fools just waiting for a woman to show them their place in life.
Some men, mind you, are wonderful. No, I do not mean they are handsome or good in bed. No,*these* men live, breath, fight and die for one of the most glorious things known to mankind. War.
War is a beautiful thing, an unappricated art. Some may call roses beautiful. A *rose*? Honestly, I can not see its appeal. True, they may blossom and bloom, releasing a delicious fragrance into the air, but they are not strong. A sudden frost will kill all that work, years of toil ruined.
Anger, hate, greed, lust, power and desire, the ingredients of war, all take time to build. When *they* blossom and bloom a war is born. The not-so-sweet smell of sweat, dirt, machinery, Mecha and blood all pour into one distinct fragrance. The fragrance of war.
There are a few men who have come to earn my admiration. My father was one of them. I loved him, I miss him. I shalln't think of that now. No, I'll think of that tomorrow.
Heero Yuy, Pilot of Gunam 01, he is what war has created. *He* is war. Hard, cold, cruel and calculating..everything a person should be. There are, however, others who are different from him. So different I can't understand how they are in the same league, but they are.
Quatre Rabebra Winner. Even thinking of the name brings a smirk to my lips. How can a boy, I shake my head in amusement, no, now he is a man. A fine man. I suppose some may say his angelic blue eyes and wind-blown golden hair are handsome. His eyes seem to be able to see into your soul, know you better than you know yourself. I involuntarily shiver, he has a calculating mind. A quick, sharp mind...like a fencing rapier.
Years ago, around three I believe, we tested each other. We fought, both mentally and physically. He may of won the mental games, but I, *I*, I mere woman, won the physical factor.
I frown, thinking of his words that day. They have always haunted me.
* "You are kind.." *
~*~ Quatre's POV ~*~
I can not understand why so many are against peace. Do they not remember what war brought? Sorrow, death, children growing up too fast or not at all, wives became widows, sweethearts' hearts were broken, children were orphaned....but does anyone remember these things?
No, they do not remember. If they do, they enjoyed it. They wallowed in the power they received when they got moved up a rank. How shallow. Moved up a rank in an army of death and destruction.
I have seen my share of battles, blood, carnage and death. I was the pilot for Gundam 03, affectionatly called Sandrock. I shake my head sadly, memories I had tried to forget return. My eyes close and I try not to remember, but I will.
I am luckier than most. I fought in many battles and survived. I can not take the credit though. I owe it all to my friends. Heero, Duo, Trowa, Wufei, the Maganuc Corp, and last but not least, Sandrock; I owe it all to them.
I haven't seen all my friends, together, in a long time. Too long. It is hard to get everyone together. Heero and Relena are always so busy, I suppose that is what being Vice-Forgien Minister and the minister's personal bodyguard does to you. Duo and Hilde, I have to chuckle at the mere thought of them. They are a perfect match. Hilde keeps Duo in check, Duo brings laughter where-ever he goes. Trowa and his sister Catherine, the circus keeps them running from place to place. I've seen their act before, they are quite good. Sally is putting up with Wufei in the Preventers' office. Even though they may not know it yet, they are in love with each other.
Thinking of everyone makes me lonely. Lonely and somewhat saddened. I have no one to share my life with. True, like Trowa, I do have sisters. They all are much older than me and quite busy with their own lives.
I lean my head against the window and look out onto the grounds. I still find it hard to believe that I am the Head of the Winner estate, Winner Cooperations, the list goes on and on. A flash of blonde hair causes my heart to jump, then it sinks back. No, it was not Dorothy Catalonia, twas only one of my sisters tossing her hair.
Miss Catalonia, Dorothy as she insists, is on the colony this month. I have often wondered if I should invite her over for tea or dinner. There is something about her that I can not understand. My dear friend, Trowa, perhaps said it best. It is sad to see a woman who is unable to cry.
I frown, thinking of her eyes that day long ago. They have always haunted me.
* "A woman who is unable to cry......" *