Title: Silent Revelations
Author: Eyes_of_Pearl
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong me but to its respective owners.
Summary: This is my interpretation of what the G-boys think of war. I started
off with Quatre. The second one is about Trowa. Each chapter is separate
stories in themselves but can be read together as one.
(an: That didn't really make sense, but oh well.)
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
Trowa: If you must call me something, call me Trowa. Trowa Barton.
(an: One of the GW esp.)
My name...Trowa Barton... probably isn't my own. I can't define the
war because it is the war that defines me. I am merely its solider- a gundam
pilot in the neverending battle between the Space Colonies and Earth.
Coming back to space, I feel a sense of warmth inside, not the constant
cold that I felt when I was in the circus. Don't get me wrong, the circus is
liked my sanctuary but my Gundam is part of who I am. Even without my memories,
I know that I am meant to be here. Each blast that comes out of the Taurus, each
virgo that I destroy is a piece of puzzle to my past.
Now that I remember what had happened to me that day in space, when Heero
and I were battling Quatre in the Vayeate and the Macurius. I don't blame Quatre
or Heero. This is the life that I as a Gundam pilot has chose. As Heero always say,
"Act on your emotions."
The war drives my emotions and looking at Heero as he sacrifice himself
while acting on his will to save the Earth, I believe that he is acting on his
emotions as well.
Heavyarms and I are one. We are part of this war. This war always brings
a sense of peace in the war against myself. My past is a mystery. I think that's
why I have come to be so reserved. My future... well that's a mystery as well but
at I know my present. I am a Gundam Pilot and that's all that matters.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
I know that does not really makes sense, but in a way, it's not supposed to.
These are, in a way, random thoughts while the pilots watch the piece of libra
go though the Earth's atmosphere. GW has just a complex plot, I just wrote this
story to bring some stuff into perspective and ask more questions. So don't flame
and don't forget to r/r. Peace ppls!!!
Author: Eyes_of_Pearl
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong me but to its respective owners.
Summary: This is my interpretation of what the G-boys think of war. I started
off with Quatre. The second one is about Trowa. Each chapter is separate
stories in themselves but can be read together as one.
(an: That didn't really make sense, but oh well.)
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
Trowa: If you must call me something, call me Trowa. Trowa Barton.
(an: One of the GW esp.)
My name...Trowa Barton... probably isn't my own. I can't define the
war because it is the war that defines me. I am merely its solider- a gundam
pilot in the neverending battle between the Space Colonies and Earth.
Coming back to space, I feel a sense of warmth inside, not the constant
cold that I felt when I was in the circus. Don't get me wrong, the circus is
liked my sanctuary but my Gundam is part of who I am. Even without my memories,
I know that I am meant to be here. Each blast that comes out of the Taurus, each
virgo that I destroy is a piece of puzzle to my past.
Now that I remember what had happened to me that day in space, when Heero
and I were battling Quatre in the Vayeate and the Macurius. I don't blame Quatre
or Heero. This is the life that I as a Gundam pilot has chose. As Heero always say,
"Act on your emotions."
The war drives my emotions and looking at Heero as he sacrifice himself
while acting on his will to save the Earth, I believe that he is acting on his
emotions as well.
Heavyarms and I are one. We are part of this war. This war always brings
a sense of peace in the war against myself. My past is a mystery. I think that's
why I have come to be so reserved. My future... well that's a mystery as well but
at I know my present. I am a Gundam Pilot and that's all that matters.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
I know that does not really makes sense, but in a way, it's not supposed to.
These are, in a way, random thoughts while the pilots watch the piece of libra
go though the Earth's atmosphere. GW has just a complex plot, I just wrote this
story to bring some stuff into perspective and ask more questions. So don't flame
and don't forget to r/r. Peace ppls!!!