Disclaimer: GW doesn't belong to me, isn't that just depressing?
Author's Notes: So you know I'm making the assumption that Wufei is Buddhist, and applying some
stuff I learned in World Religions, so if I'm a little off in the specifics please don't flame me.
But please review.
Warnings: Death fic, shounen-ai
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Chang Wufei, former pilot of Gundams Shenlong and Altron more lovingly known as Nataku.
Chang Wufei, proud warrior and defender of Justice.
Chang Wufei, to whom strength is a defining quality.
This same Chang Wufei stood alone ontop a mountian, katana in hand. Most people, had they
been watching him, would have been struck by the beauty which was held in each practiced
movement.
Had one of his former comrades-in-arms been watching him they would have seen the bleakness of
his onyx eyes. They would have noticed a terrifying conviction in his form.
They would have stopped the coming event.
But no, not a soul was ontop of that mountain save Chang Wufei. And he no longer had the will
to save himself.
From Chang Wufei's mouth came words long held sacred to him, each line in time with some movement.
"Right view or understanding."
"Right thought or resolve."
"Right speech."
"Right action."
On this Wufei's voice choked a little.
"Right livelihood."
Wufei's eyes narrowed, losing what little spark had been there.
"Right effort."
"Right mindfulness or awareness."
"Right concentration."
He relaxed, and closed his eyes.
"This is the Noble Eightfold Path to enlightenment. Forgive me Nataku, I have strayed. I am
weak, and as such will die the death the weak deserve."
With calm precision he turned the blade of his katana towards himself.
And thrust.
With his dying breath Wufei muttered the First Noble Truth: "All life is suffering and pain."
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Dead silence filled the room. The letter from Wufei had come as a great shock, none expected the
Chinese man to be self destructive. But they were wrong. And now it was too late.
Each keenly felt the guilt of survivors; he had been lonely, empty, and had felt himself beyond
retribution.
With a sob Duo leaned in closer to Heero, who simply stared at the wall with a comforting arm
around his love. Trowa and Quatre lay in eachothers arms.
Not a word was spoken for a long time.
Author's Notes: So you know I'm making the assumption that Wufei is Buddhist, and applying some
stuff I learned in World Religions, so if I'm a little off in the specifics please don't flame me.
But please review.
Warnings: Death fic, shounen-ai
****************************************
Chang Wufei, former pilot of Gundams Shenlong and Altron more lovingly known as Nataku.
Chang Wufei, proud warrior and defender of Justice.
Chang Wufei, to whom strength is a defining quality.
This same Chang Wufei stood alone ontop a mountian, katana in hand. Most people, had they
been watching him, would have been struck by the beauty which was held in each practiced
movement.
Had one of his former comrades-in-arms been watching him they would have seen the bleakness of
his onyx eyes. They would have noticed a terrifying conviction in his form.
They would have stopped the coming event.
But no, not a soul was ontop of that mountain save Chang Wufei. And he no longer had the will
to save himself.
From Chang Wufei's mouth came words long held sacred to him, each line in time with some movement.
"Right view or understanding."
"Right thought or resolve."
"Right speech."
"Right action."
On this Wufei's voice choked a little.
"Right livelihood."
Wufei's eyes narrowed, losing what little spark had been there.
"Right effort."
"Right mindfulness or awareness."
"Right concentration."
He relaxed, and closed his eyes.
"This is the Noble Eightfold Path to enlightenment. Forgive me Nataku, I have strayed. I am
weak, and as such will die the death the weak deserve."
With calm precision he turned the blade of his katana towards himself.
And thrust.
With his dying breath Wufei muttered the First Noble Truth: "All life is suffering and pain."
**************
Dead silence filled the room. The letter from Wufei had come as a great shock, none expected the
Chinese man to be self destructive. But they were wrong. And now it was too late.
Each keenly felt the guilt of survivors; he had been lonely, empty, and had felt himself beyond
retribution.
With a sob Duo leaned in closer to Heero, who simply stared at the wall with a comforting arm
around his love. Trowa and Quatre lay in eachothers arms.
Not a word was spoken for a long time.