sum- Domon obsesses.

Chapter 2.

Life and the Way it Could Be

(Domon)

You know when I first met him, I thought he was a weakling? A purse-totting cat-loving pansy boy. Damn, but George DeSand changed my mind fast.

Everything about him is misleading.

His eyes. Liquid amethyst that look frozen and above earthy feelings. They hide a whirlwind of emotions.

His hair. Soft orange locks, every strand in place should speak of a human obsessed with skin deep beauty. Instead I see his fierce perfectionist attitude that creates perfection on so many levels.

His clothes. Impractical, perhaps. But he reminds all that see him of knights long dead. So does his honorable actions and unrivaled kindness.

But most of all, his Gundam. The Gundam Rose. I admit I scoffed at first too, and the Gundam really isn't anything special. The way George pilots it makes that rusted hunk of metal invaluable. Or maybe I'm just giving George too much credit. Maybe his Gundam, like him, is more than it seems.

And George is. Through all this, DeSand has remained loyal to the laws of the Gundam Fight and more importantly his country. I hope Neo-France is proud of him.

When I first met George, I saw him as a fragile human, easy to defeat. At our first Gundam Fight I discovered him to be a more than worthy opponent. Then when he helped me in England, my opinion of him changed again. I realized George was truly a fragile person, but he'd come to terms with his own weakness and worked with it. Not that this newly gained knowledge didn't stop me from hating the man who violated George. I hate Chapman with a passion rivals my hate towards Kioji.

George reminds me of glass. Everyone thinks glass is easily broken, so they try and break it. How wrong they are. Glass doesn't break so fast, and when someone manages to break it, glass bites back. Cutting up hands without mercy. That is how I see George, fighting until the end.

Maybe a little, he scares me. Maybe that's why I sit in this French restaurant with the same oily garcon trying to tell me something in his native tongue while I ignore him and stare at the Eiffel Tower, now completely fallen. (So many memories). Instead of talking to you, telling you.

But whom am I kidding? I'm just a coward. I'll never tell you, if only to spare myself the agony I'll feel when you look at me with those amazing amethyst eyes showing utter disgust for me. You've saved me from myself. Let me do the same.

How could you ever feel the same way? (How could anyone... love me?)

~Domon stands up and walks away, pausing only to gaze at a piece of paper, shrugging and stuffing in into the recesses of his red cape.~

a/n- Well, (review, please). what did you think? That was my part, so if you liked it, feel free to read the rest of my stories, since you got here you might as well Ff.net has been on the fritz lately... This is the end of this story, so please don't ask for any more. I hope you liked it! Leon and me agree that there isn't enough yaoi in the G Gundam section, so this is our contribution. We also didn't see *any* George/Domon, and that is my personal favorite. I haven't seen the end of the series, so there might be something that goes on between those two bishies that I haven't heard about, but I still think they are cute together. The hints are there. Come on! George says "I have eyes for only this man" to a girl who likes him. Can you get any more obvious? But maybe I'm just clueless, as usual.

~Dweia's Double