A while ago Hana-chan created a oddball paring contest, so here's my entry,
a 5+R paring, nothing that would give this anything over a G rating, except for
angst, so even the kids can enjoy this one.
I don't
know why I lover her, but I do. The first time I saw her I thought she was one
more naïve little girl filled with idealistic hopes and dreams. To me she
looked like the same college sophomores from L5 who protested for peace when
finals were over. I thought she was one more rich kid trying to change the
universe with daddy's money.
At first
she tried to make conversation with me. She asked were I came from, what my
childhood was like, the future I wanted. I believed it was my right as a
warrior of the Long Clan to ignore her. When she sat down next to Heero at our
table I would excuse myself, obstinately to discus with Howard the
modifications to my suit or to poor over amylases of OZ and White Fang.
Eventually
she gave up with attempts to get close to me, and she faded into the background
as the days filled with more intense battles with the ever strengthening mobile
dolls.
Then one
day I came back from a harassment mission against White Fang supply lines, I
met with Trowa in the map room to discus the next attack when he said, "You and
her fight for the same thing."
"Who?" I
asked still looking at the map of the La Grange point.
"You and
Relina. You've both dedicated your lives to protecting the weak. Most other
people, Quatra, Duo, Heero, I everyone, just wants to get rid of OZ and White
Fang and get their lives back together. But both of you think 500 generations
ahead."
"What do
you mean?" I asked looking up and seeing that he had never looked up from the
graph of fuel supplies.
"I just
think that you should look for allies were ever you can find them."
Afterwards
I went to the mess hall to talk tactics with Duo, his suit was the only one
faster then mine and I wanted to hear his thoughts on banzi charges. But the
only one there was Relina, reading the news in the corner. I ignored her like
usual, getting my rations from the cook and sitting down in my customary seat.
Then out of
the blue she got up and sat down next to me. Though annoyed by this distraction
my face betrayed no emotion. "What do you want?" She asked me.
"Nothing."
I said as I kept on eating my salad.
"Then why
are you fighting if you are fighting for nothing?"
That struck
a chord with me because I was fighting for something. I was fighting for
the weak. I sighed and put down my fork. "I am fighting for the future
generations." I said in a slightly annoyed tone, "I am fighting so the weak do
not need to fight. I am fighting to put into place the ideals of the Long
Clan."
"What are
those?" She asked, staring into my eyes.
"The Clan
knew that we cannot destroy weapons, nor could not remove man's will to fight.
I will create an elite, permanent guard made up of the remains of the Long
Clan. They, their children, their children's children, will stand a vigilant
guard to protect the weak and keep down the strong." I said, content that she
would see the logic of it.
But instead
she jumped up and gasped, "That's hideous, you mustn't do that Wu-Fei, and it
will destroy the future of humanity."
Insult me
all you want, beat my body and destroy my soul, but never insult the Long Clan,
never insinuate that they were for one second wrong. "Little Girl" I said,
hatred and contempt seeping out of my soft voice "that plan was created by the
Elders of the Long Clan. In 7000 years of history the Long Clan has never erred
in their plans."
"Don't you
see?" she yelled, " All you will be doing is creating an all powerful caste.
Maybe they will be just and fair for 4 or 5 generations, but when we all
disappear from legend, you will just have placed all of humanities power in the
hands of a few priests and honorary warriors! What is to stop them from declaring
them selves' dictators to 'protect the weak'? You are only repeating history!"
"This
conversation" I said with all the disdain I could muster, "is over" as I walked
out.
When I got
back to my room, I though about what she said. My first notion was that she was
dead wrong, as every other person who doubted Long Clan dogma was. In
retrospect I am reminded of the words that Mariemeia was so fond of repeating
to her solders, "You could say history is like an endless waltz. Three measures
of war, peace, and revolution continue in an endless cycle." She was right; I
was just going to be repeating history. Gundam was created to fight the
Federation because all of humanity's power was vested in them and they abused
it. We fought OZ for the same reason.
Was I wrong, was I planning to
repeat history, to create a new OZ? And how did she know that that would happen?
The Long Clan prided itself on being foresighted, thinking only for the next generation,
but this girl, this woman, this princess, this vice-minister, this lady, this rebel,
this pacifist, this warrior, this Relina Peacecraft saw in an instant what the
Long Clan Elders never saw.
And at that moment, that time when I
realized that she was right where I was wrong, I understood that I loved her. I
loved her because she was strong, stronger then me, stronger then I could ever
be. I loved her because she saw what I could not, she could accomplish what I
could not, she could unite the world while I could only destroy is piece by
piece.
But at the same time I knew that I
could never consummate this love. She loves another, another who she thinks is
stronger then her, but in reality is much weaker then her. And my true love
waits for me in the West to embrace me.
