A/N: Sorry if this chapter is much choppier than the others and a bit
....er...horrible. I don't really mean to diss my writing; I'm trying not
to do that. However, I feel bad for not posting anything because this IS
finished, just not a million times revised like the others. This probably
will be replaced soon, so don't read if you want to wait for something
better. Btw soon by my standards is about 6 months, so read at your own
risk.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine blah blah blah blah blah. I mean I don't make anything off this. I mean I actually waste perfectly good time for this for nothing, so off my back with the lawyers.0
Changes: War Love
On a day where the sky is blue, the weather perfect, a storm rages within.
"All this, for what?" she says as she breaks things left and right.
After all the work she had done, it had come down to this.
Peace. War. Two sides of the same coin. Yet it is either one side or the other; never both at once. Yet somehow she is.
She loved war, the glory, the...honor bestowed upon death. She was groomed to understand and love the aesthetics of war.
Yet she was also used to kindness, of protection from harsh reality , of love. All taken from her by the monster called war. She hated it. She wished for peace, for everything to be as it was before. Though however hard she tried, her father remained dead and nothing could be as it was before.
She couldn't comprehend why he died. If he went to war to protect them, why did he die, leaving behind such pain and suffering?
Due to her grandfather's teachings, his death only could be explained as proof that war is glorious and there was nothing better and more honorable than death in combat.
Then why did she feel such pain and misery? Shouldn't she be happy that her father died in such a magnificent way? Her hate and love warred with each other.
Love of war won out in the beginning, but as Quatre fought her in that duel, she began to understand. Inside she was like Quatre, but due to a twist of fate, she loved war. However deep inside herself, she recoiled from it; she knew what it really did. Maybe that's why Quatre's words were able to reach her.
Dorothy also learned that you cannot balance love and hate, for both are the opposite blade of each other and the in between is the sharpened blade.
So with Quatre helping her along the way, hate faded to dislike, love to mere understanding. The venomous hate and fanatic obsession soon became all but a illusion to her.
Until the rug was pulled from her once more, and her world turned upside down.
Quatre might have been all well and good when it came to helping her to come to terms with what she was, however, when it came to himself and his family, he is blind and clueless.
For she wasn't the only one with demons; Quatre was a gundam pilot and had more than his fair share.
Even if he did not admit it.
He could not trust himself or hate his family no matter what they did. His earlier experiences taught him that each and very life is precious, though for some reason he could not apply that same reasoning to himself.
Quatre thought that each and very one of his sisters treasured their little brother and meant him no harm.
Dorothy tried to shatter his naiveté and help him through it, but he would not let her. He refused to think bad of what he thought of his family.
Sure enough, the claws of one of his more ambitious sisters sunk so deep, there was no return.
Well, nothing that she could shake him out of.0
The trust and bonds of friendship were broken, to say nothing to say of the fragile romantic bond.
His sister brainwashed him so thoroughly, that now he thought that she was a ill cynic and disillusioned with everyone and everything around her, when in fact she was cured of each notions. She probably was more human than his sister. Dorothy became a lost cause when before he was determined to help her though anything.
Her "accidents" were nothing but coincidence.
"Quatre you know you don't want to do this. This will end cause endless suffering to thousands. You wouldn't even consider this before!"
He turned from her and grew angry at her words.
That was nothing compared to his true fury when she told him the truth about himself and his sister. He cast her out, his normal face distorted with rage. Anger did not suit him.
Everyone thought that was the best thing that happened.
It wasn't until later, though some deep research that she found out something that she should have caught on right away. The leader of group who opposed her taking over of the Romefeller foundation was the recent husband of the said sister.
Her feelings again had blinded her to practicality of life.
Which was why this letter was no shock to her. However just because Quatre thought he changed her, didn't mean she wasn't dangerous.
She wasn't going down without a fight.
Through now instead of rage clouding her emotions they just made her head more clear. The best strategy was to retreat; she could noting yet and if she tried she'll be black-labeled forever.
That couldn't happen to her, because that meant she couldn't come back.
Her revenge would bounce back ten-fold and everyone would pay for each of their misdeeds.
With Quatre first on the list for being a fool.
Or her name was not Dorothy Catalonia.
Death was really too good for them.
The last thing she heard as the last object crashed to the floor, were bells chiming.
A/N:Time for guessing games. Nope , it's not as you say Terra. The chiming bells actually have signficance. Anyway...anybody can guess what poem this is for. It's an insider clue to the next chapter.
Sister, Brother Real, Adopted Past, Future Pasts that need to be forgotten Futures that need to be changed People who need help failing falling into my worse nightmare his face Trowa's face they blur will I have no peace Hate is too strong Love is no match for fear His caressing words His deceptive smile Why does he appear again?
You'll be surprised I hope.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine blah blah blah blah blah. I mean I don't make anything off this. I mean I actually waste perfectly good time for this for nothing, so off my back with the lawyers.0
Changes: War Love
On a day where the sky is blue, the weather perfect, a storm rages within.
"All this, for what?" she says as she breaks things left and right.
After all the work she had done, it had come down to this.
Peace. War. Two sides of the same coin. Yet it is either one side or the other; never both at once. Yet somehow she is.
She loved war, the glory, the...honor bestowed upon death. She was groomed to understand and love the aesthetics of war.
Yet she was also used to kindness, of protection from harsh reality , of love. All taken from her by the monster called war. She hated it. She wished for peace, for everything to be as it was before. Though however hard she tried, her father remained dead and nothing could be as it was before.
She couldn't comprehend why he died. If he went to war to protect them, why did he die, leaving behind such pain and suffering?
Due to her grandfather's teachings, his death only could be explained as proof that war is glorious and there was nothing better and more honorable than death in combat.
Then why did she feel such pain and misery? Shouldn't she be happy that her father died in such a magnificent way? Her hate and love warred with each other.
Love of war won out in the beginning, but as Quatre fought her in that duel, she began to understand. Inside she was like Quatre, but due to a twist of fate, she loved war. However deep inside herself, she recoiled from it; she knew what it really did. Maybe that's why Quatre's words were able to reach her.
Dorothy also learned that you cannot balance love and hate, for both are the opposite blade of each other and the in between is the sharpened blade.
So with Quatre helping her along the way, hate faded to dislike, love to mere understanding. The venomous hate and fanatic obsession soon became all but a illusion to her.
Until the rug was pulled from her once more, and her world turned upside down.
Quatre might have been all well and good when it came to helping her to come to terms with what she was, however, when it came to himself and his family, he is blind and clueless.
For she wasn't the only one with demons; Quatre was a gundam pilot and had more than his fair share.
Even if he did not admit it.
He could not trust himself or hate his family no matter what they did. His earlier experiences taught him that each and very life is precious, though for some reason he could not apply that same reasoning to himself.
Quatre thought that each and very one of his sisters treasured their little brother and meant him no harm.
Dorothy tried to shatter his naiveté and help him through it, but he would not let her. He refused to think bad of what he thought of his family.
Sure enough, the claws of one of his more ambitious sisters sunk so deep, there was no return.
Well, nothing that she could shake him out of.0
The trust and bonds of friendship were broken, to say nothing to say of the fragile romantic bond.
His sister brainwashed him so thoroughly, that now he thought that she was a ill cynic and disillusioned with everyone and everything around her, when in fact she was cured of each notions. She probably was more human than his sister. Dorothy became a lost cause when before he was determined to help her though anything.
Her "accidents" were nothing but coincidence.
"Quatre you know you don't want to do this. This will end cause endless suffering to thousands. You wouldn't even consider this before!"
He turned from her and grew angry at her words.
That was nothing compared to his true fury when she told him the truth about himself and his sister. He cast her out, his normal face distorted with rage. Anger did not suit him.
Everyone thought that was the best thing that happened.
It wasn't until later, though some deep research that she found out something that she should have caught on right away. The leader of group who opposed her taking over of the Romefeller foundation was the recent husband of the said sister.
Her feelings again had blinded her to practicality of life.
Which was why this letter was no shock to her. However just because Quatre thought he changed her, didn't mean she wasn't dangerous.
She wasn't going down without a fight.
Through now instead of rage clouding her emotions they just made her head more clear. The best strategy was to retreat; she could noting yet and if she tried she'll be black-labeled forever.
That couldn't happen to her, because that meant she couldn't come back.
Her revenge would bounce back ten-fold and everyone would pay for each of their misdeeds.
With Quatre first on the list for being a fool.
Or her name was not Dorothy Catalonia.
Death was really too good for them.
The last thing she heard as the last object crashed to the floor, were bells chiming.
A/N:Time for guessing games. Nope , it's not as you say Terra. The chiming bells actually have signficance. Anyway...anybody can guess what poem this is for. It's an insider clue to the next chapter.
Sister, Brother Real, Adopted Past, Future Pasts that need to be forgotten Futures that need to be changed People who need help failing falling into my worse nightmare his face Trowa's face they blur will I have no peace Hate is too strong Love is no match for fear His caressing words His deceptive smile Why does he appear again?
You'll be surprised I hope.