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The smell of fire was strong and distasteful, burning away and smoldering whatever left of the area there was that had survived. He stood then on the remains of Gil Park, a suburban plot somehow dug within the commercial and hectic area of downtown Colony B-179 not far from the OZ Commercial Base, a place that had in just moments before, looked nothing like what he saw now. Earlier on, the artificial world had been doused in colour, vehicles plummeting down roadways and sidewalks clustered with busied strangers, each unfortunate soul unknowingly approaching seconds closer to the abrupt diminishing of their lives. Yet still, going unwarned, they had acted as normal civilians: couples out for a romantic stroll, businessmen trailing a spare taxi cab, parents wheeling their baby's stroller, children waiting impatiently for their turn on the swings. These were things that the armed forces cadet did not think of and had not thought of, did not dwell on, and did not care of. These were casualties like many he had been made aware of before, the collateral damage used militaristically although as unintentionally as possible. With the immense impact of the fission reaction created by his powerful mobile suit's laser, it was also inevitable that even innocent lives must be spared for the name of justice to be served. It was the ugly truth that Heero, having felt there was no other option, had stared in the face of every time he had pulled that trigger or pressed that button. But now, as the heat of licking flames engulfed this currently cold and dreary environment, with leveled buildings and a coating of depressive gray ash to cloak the dismembered parts of what remained, this commonly stoic and distanced rebellious figure, serving what he had usually believed to be the just cause, could not stare at it any longer in the face. Although his drive to that sound moved him forward, a new and overpowering compassion drove to his reluctance. For once, he allowed that disturbed and disgusted feeling to sink in, and with it, the fear and dread of knowing what he didn't want to know.

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Author's Notes:

Hello everyone! Welcome to my very first anime short story ^__^ I felt like dividing it into chapters to make it more interesting, but it isn't really as long as an official fanfiction at all. I'm really not very good at short stories, so any comment on this one would be greatly appreciated! Yes, I'm sure you all recognize this scene from Endless Waltz, I merely decided to elaborate on it a bit. The main theme of this somber fanfiction surrounds the aspect of war and the militaristic behavior of men and women whom, at times, may tend to lose touch of their inner compassionate self, and need to sometimes step back and observe how much more carefree life would be if we all invoked that same child-like innocence. By the next update the story should be finished, and I hope dearly that you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Thank you again! ^__^

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