The Cause
By Mongoose
Warnings: Shounen ai, communist politics, vilence, possible OOCness, original
characters.
Category: AU, songfic, a "what if" fic.
Notes: I dunno, I really don't know what to make of this fic. It was the very first fic I ever
started writing, but I've totally rewritten it. It's a what if something had happened
differently, fic. Would it change the outcome of the story? Yes, it would, and this fic it is
changed very much.
It all started that dreadful day that the gundams returned to space after a nice visit to
earth. We had fun while we were on earth. Or at least I did. It was a butiful place. Far
more real then all the artificial environments on the colonies. And the battles were fun
too. I won't deny I enjoy battle. I do. So I had as good a time that was possible under the
circumstances. It was the usual. Ya know, keep an evil organization from taking over a
just as evil but less smart one by destroying it. Then we one could get rid of the stupid
evil one. We were doing pretty well, too. Until my partner, or a least I consider him my
partner, I don't know if he feels the same way towards me though. Probably not. We just
went to school together and worked on a few missions together, that's all. Then he went
and self-destructed 'cause Oz (the smart evil organization) bluffed and said they were
gonna destroy the colonies if he didn't surrender. He couldn't very well surrender, could
he? I wouldn't have. But he also couldn't very well have kept fighting and endanger the
colonies, which he'd been fighting to protect. No way I could have done that either. So he
only had one choice left. Self-detonate. I would have done the same thing. So I guess I
shouldn't really have been screaming and hollering at him when I found out he'd
survived should I? Nope, shouldn't have. But I did anyway. It felt right at the time. But
this is all beside the point. That day was only when things started to fuck up. Well maybe
it all started with Heero (the dude that self-detonated) accidentally falling for Oz's trap
and assassinating those Alliance pacifists. Well, when ever it started it was the start of
some bad shit. Eventually all the gundams had figured out what I and Quatre had. That
we needed to go back to space, regroup, and stop Oz from fooling to colonies into
trusting them. Quatre was a really nice guy who disinherited himself to fight for what he
believed in. He was a real good friend of mine. Anyway, we were fighting ozies to get the
other gundams attention, and get the message across that we all needed to go back to
space, which Quatre and me agreed would be for the best. Then when everybody showed
up there was a problem. Now that we were here how would we take off without getting
our shuttles blasted out of the sky. Quatre said to go on ahead. He would cover us. But
there was just too many. And he had to run, or get blown to bits….or self- destruct. He
was always to caring…about others I mean. He didn't give it a second thought. When the
doors on Sandrock jammed I wasn't surprised. I don't think Quatre was either. After all
the shots poor Sandrock had taken it didn't take a genus to figure that out. I don't know
what the others though of it when they saw Sandrock and its pilot go up in a both buetiful
and terribly ugly orange explosion. All I know is how I felt. I felt as if a piece of my heart
had been ripped out….again. It felt like when Sister Helen died…and father Maxwell.
..And like everyone I'd ever loved….all dead. I 'd seen lots of death though, and even
though this one affected me more then most, the only reaction my battered soul would
give was a few tears. I wiped them away and concentrated on flying my shuttle. I gritted
my teeth and tried not to think about it, concentrating harder then I needed to on flying. I
somehow felt I was dishonoring Quatre. Just a few tear and then he got added to the
endless list of other loved ones dead…just another nameless corpse. A few more tears
slipped out and then I remembered my mission. I wasn't so sure what it was anymore, but
when I figured it out, I'd accomplish it and nothing, not Oz not death, not god himself
could stop me. I think that thought was what gave me the strength to go on then….so
long ago.
******************
-Imagine
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
*******************
end
demonangel600@comcast.net
By Mongoose
Warnings: Shounen ai, communist politics, vilence, possible OOCness, original
characters.
Category: AU, songfic, a "what if" fic.
Notes: I dunno, I really don't know what to make of this fic. It was the very first fic I ever
started writing, but I've totally rewritten it. It's a what if something had happened
differently, fic. Would it change the outcome of the story? Yes, it would, and this fic it is
changed very much.
It all started that dreadful day that the gundams returned to space after a nice visit to
earth. We had fun while we were on earth. Or at least I did. It was a butiful place. Far
more real then all the artificial environments on the colonies. And the battles were fun
too. I won't deny I enjoy battle. I do. So I had as good a time that was possible under the
circumstances. It was the usual. Ya know, keep an evil organization from taking over a
just as evil but less smart one by destroying it. Then we one could get rid of the stupid
evil one. We were doing pretty well, too. Until my partner, or a least I consider him my
partner, I don't know if he feels the same way towards me though. Probably not. We just
went to school together and worked on a few missions together, that's all. Then he went
and self-destructed 'cause Oz (the smart evil organization) bluffed and said they were
gonna destroy the colonies if he didn't surrender. He couldn't very well surrender, could
he? I wouldn't have. But he also couldn't very well have kept fighting and endanger the
colonies, which he'd been fighting to protect. No way I could have done that either. So he
only had one choice left. Self-detonate. I would have done the same thing. So I guess I
shouldn't really have been screaming and hollering at him when I found out he'd
survived should I? Nope, shouldn't have. But I did anyway. It felt right at the time. But
this is all beside the point. That day was only when things started to fuck up. Well maybe
it all started with Heero (the dude that self-detonated) accidentally falling for Oz's trap
and assassinating those Alliance pacifists. Well, when ever it started it was the start of
some bad shit. Eventually all the gundams had figured out what I and Quatre had. That
we needed to go back to space, regroup, and stop Oz from fooling to colonies into
trusting them. Quatre was a really nice guy who disinherited himself to fight for what he
believed in. He was a real good friend of mine. Anyway, we were fighting ozies to get the
other gundams attention, and get the message across that we all needed to go back to
space, which Quatre and me agreed would be for the best. Then when everybody showed
up there was a problem. Now that we were here how would we take off without getting
our shuttles blasted out of the sky. Quatre said to go on ahead. He would cover us. But
there was just too many. And he had to run, or get blown to bits….or self- destruct. He
was always to caring…about others I mean. He didn't give it a second thought. When the
doors on Sandrock jammed I wasn't surprised. I don't think Quatre was either. After all
the shots poor Sandrock had taken it didn't take a genus to figure that out. I don't know
what the others though of it when they saw Sandrock and its pilot go up in a both buetiful
and terribly ugly orange explosion. All I know is how I felt. I felt as if a piece of my heart
had been ripped out….again. It felt like when Sister Helen died…and father Maxwell.
..And like everyone I'd ever loved….all dead. I 'd seen lots of death though, and even
though this one affected me more then most, the only reaction my battered soul would
give was a few tears. I wiped them away and concentrated on flying my shuttle. I gritted
my teeth and tried not to think about it, concentrating harder then I needed to on flying. I
somehow felt I was dishonoring Quatre. Just a few tear and then he got added to the
endless list of other loved ones dead…just another nameless corpse. A few more tears
slipped out and then I remembered my mission. I wasn't so sure what it was anymore, but
when I figured it out, I'd accomplish it and nothing, not Oz not death, not god himself
could stop me. I think that thought was what gave me the strength to go on then….so
long ago.
******************
-Imagine
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
*******************
end
demonangel600@comcast.net