What's in a name
What's in a name? A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.
        I am Duo Maxwell.  I might run and hide, but I'll never * tell *.  Key word: tell.  I never said anything about living a lie.  That is who I am.  The 'happy' pilot.  The one who makes jokes.  The one who is never down. The one who always smiles.
        Just like Heero the-perfect-solider Yuy.  He goes around glaring at everyone.  He only cares about the mission.  We know his past. Or at least what he told us.  Those freakin' scientists made him inhuman.
        Then there is Quatre Winner.  He's really, I guess, my best friend.  In my life if I have a problem I go and talk to Q-man.  He is the one who knows the most about me; he is the only one who has seen me loose it.
        Trowa Barton; or should I say 'no-name'.  Having no name would be great.  You could act how you want and * then * people would judge you.  When you have a name people are all like ,"Duo. That's a happy name. He must be a real prankster."  If they only knew.
        Last but not least, there is Chang Wulfei.  Well, what can I say about Wufei?  Strict with his training?  Maybe a little obsessive about justice?  By the name, one wouldn't expect him to be a hippie and go around picking flowers and saying, "Love and peace forever man."
        I wonder what they would say and do if they were introduced to the real me? 
  The little kid.  The timid, scared little kid?  The kid who saw his best friend die?  The kid who grew up on the streets who had barely enough food to stay alive?  The kid who's 'family' was killed in the Maxwell massacre?  The little kid who has never known the word love not to be destroyed?  The little kid who has been deceived so many times in life, who hears has scares that will never heal?  The little kid who * is * death?
        Crap! It's good that Heero is on a mission now.  Since we share a room, I hardly get a time to write.  Its 11;41 PM and I'm writing in my journal, crying and remembering my past.  The worst thing to have is a past.  You have to live with it. All your mistakes.
        Why do I even bother?  Living that is.  Why do I put up with this hell hole called life?  Maybe because it's unavoidable?  I don't know.
        What is in a name?  Your soul, your life, your being? your soul.