Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam, wish I did that way I would have lot of
money to buy all the anime I want.
My love cannot be seen By Kayko
There he is! I see him walking through the door of the warehouse with Quatre. He is laughing about something as the blond boy nods and smiles. I see Duo has found another story to make Quatre laugh. How I love to see Duo laugh. When he laughs I want to laugh. Both of them stop, Quatre lightly taps Duo's arm and turns to walk toward his Gundam. Finally, Duo looks up and sees me. I love it when he looks at me. Those violet eyes seem to penetrate the thickest skin. A smile spreads across his face, a smile that I know is meant for me. He walks toward the ladder leading to the catwalk andbegins to climb. It feels like an eternity, but he reaches the top. Pulling himself over the last step he walks toward me. His long chestnut braid sways like a hypnotist's watch with such liquid fluidity. I want to reach out and touch it, let the silky stands fall over my hand, but I realize I cannot. Standing next to me he chatters on about something. I don't even know what he is saying, but I love to hear his voice. He playfully slaps my arm and I smile internally while my face is still set in this stone cold expression. I wish it wasn't, but it is and I know it. He is speaking about the mission to come now and his lighthearted expression fades. One thing I notice is that when Duo Maxwell wants to goof off and mess around he does it the best he can. When it comes to missions he equally does the same. Though unlike him, missions are my life. It is what I do best. I am his protector, or at least that's the way I feel. I am his friend, probably the only person I feel this way about. I cherish this unspoken bond between Duo and The others are just too different.
He begins to turn around after hearing his name. Quatre is waving and wishing him good luck on the mission. I see him return the luck as he watches Quatre get into the cockpit. Following his cue Duo turns and smiles one more time. He slaps my arm and copies Quatre. Before he goes I want to tell him I care for him but I can't for I am only a tool; a machine used to fight against Oz. I am nothing more than a mere weapon he has access to. Even though I know he doesn't feel the same way about me, my devoted feelings for him remain. He loves another and I have to learn to accept that. I try. Every time I'm near him, I try to understand that he doesn't want me the way I want him. He doesn't love me the way I want, so being a friend is the closest way I have, the only way I have. Friend or protector it's the same to me. I would rather be torn to pieces than see harm befall Duo. I drown my consciences to sublevel beyond his reach. It is easier this way. I hear him ask me the same question before every mission, as he quickly types on the console of the cockpit, "Okay Deathscyth, are you ready to kick some Oz ass?"
Author's note: Well I hope I fooled you. That was my intention. I decided, why not give try giving a personification of Deathscyth. I have no idea if this was done before, hopefully not, but I thought of this idea while driving home. Okay I admit I'm weird, but to quote Emerson, "To be great is to be misunderstood." Hope you enjoyed my little fic. I would also like to thank my bestest friend Michele for helping me edited my stuff. Kayko
My love cannot be seen By Kayko
There he is! I see him walking through the door of the warehouse with Quatre. He is laughing about something as the blond boy nods and smiles. I see Duo has found another story to make Quatre laugh. How I love to see Duo laugh. When he laughs I want to laugh. Both of them stop, Quatre lightly taps Duo's arm and turns to walk toward his Gundam. Finally, Duo looks up and sees me. I love it when he looks at me. Those violet eyes seem to penetrate the thickest skin. A smile spreads across his face, a smile that I know is meant for me. He walks toward the ladder leading to the catwalk andbegins to climb. It feels like an eternity, but he reaches the top. Pulling himself over the last step he walks toward me. His long chestnut braid sways like a hypnotist's watch with such liquid fluidity. I want to reach out and touch it, let the silky stands fall over my hand, but I realize I cannot. Standing next to me he chatters on about something. I don't even know what he is saying, but I love to hear his voice. He playfully slaps my arm and I smile internally while my face is still set in this stone cold expression. I wish it wasn't, but it is and I know it. He is speaking about the mission to come now and his lighthearted expression fades. One thing I notice is that when Duo Maxwell wants to goof off and mess around he does it the best he can. When it comes to missions he equally does the same. Though unlike him, missions are my life. It is what I do best. I am his protector, or at least that's the way I feel. I am his friend, probably the only person I feel this way about. I cherish this unspoken bond between Duo and The others are just too different.
He begins to turn around after hearing his name. Quatre is waving and wishing him good luck on the mission. I see him return the luck as he watches Quatre get into the cockpit. Following his cue Duo turns and smiles one more time. He slaps my arm and copies Quatre. Before he goes I want to tell him I care for him but I can't for I am only a tool; a machine used to fight against Oz. I am nothing more than a mere weapon he has access to. Even though I know he doesn't feel the same way about me, my devoted feelings for him remain. He loves another and I have to learn to accept that. I try. Every time I'm near him, I try to understand that he doesn't want me the way I want him. He doesn't love me the way I want, so being a friend is the closest way I have, the only way I have. Friend or protector it's the same to me. I would rather be torn to pieces than see harm befall Duo. I drown my consciences to sublevel beyond his reach. It is easier this way. I hear him ask me the same question before every mission, as he quickly types on the console of the cockpit, "Okay Deathscyth, are you ready to kick some Oz ass?"
Author's note: Well I hope I fooled you. That was my intention. I decided, why not give try giving a personification of Deathscyth. I have no idea if this was done before, hopefully not, but I thought of this idea while driving home. Okay I admit I'm weird, but to quote Emerson, "To be great is to be misunderstood." Hope you enjoyed my little fic. I would also like to thank my bestest friend Michele for helping me edited my stuff. Kayko
