He had his hands in his pockets
warning: weirdness, pov
disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Too much money's involved.
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I am always trying to understand things. I, as a child, had never experienced much besides being in constant dangers. Going undercover. Destroying. Completing missions. I always learn from experiences. Lessons like these, mould you into a person. But in war, you could never have much of a normal life to begin with it.
I came in contact with a doctor who placed me in a gundam, trained me to fight with it and to be a soldier. There were no complains. Just fighting for my colony. For i was just doing the same old thing.
Then, there was another pilot i met along my time as a gundam pilot. I didn't understand him. He defied my laws. He was always smiling. Even when he had his hands in his pockets.
In war, you could never be sure who will survive. The ones who live through the war, are not neccesary the strongest ones. They are the ones with a particularly strong instinct to survive, the ones who wanted so much to live. I won't kill them. I won't kill him. He wanted so much to survive.
Unlike me.
He puzzled me a lot. He contradicts. He doesn't lie but he hides from the truth. He craves to live but he is death. He talks a lot but he never tells his story. He isn't what he seemed to be. I can't and never will understand him. Because he grinned like an idiot yet he had his hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing?"
"A new mission came up. Just wanna show everyone what shinigami is..."
And he had his hands in his pockets.
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a/n: It's a pretty weird piece, i know. Unless you understand the body language of placing your hands in your pockets, you can never quite get this "story". Yeah, kind of pointless so blame it on my muse.
warning: weirdness, pov
disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Too much money's involved.
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I am always trying to understand things. I, as a child, had never experienced much besides being in constant dangers. Going undercover. Destroying. Completing missions. I always learn from experiences. Lessons like these, mould you into a person. But in war, you could never have much of a normal life to begin with it.
I came in contact with a doctor who placed me in a gundam, trained me to fight with it and to be a soldier. There were no complains. Just fighting for my colony. For i was just doing the same old thing.
Then, there was another pilot i met along my time as a gundam pilot. I didn't understand him. He defied my laws. He was always smiling. Even when he had his hands in his pockets.
In war, you could never be sure who will survive. The ones who live through the war, are not neccesary the strongest ones. They are the ones with a particularly strong instinct to survive, the ones who wanted so much to live. I won't kill them. I won't kill him. He wanted so much to survive.
Unlike me.
He puzzled me a lot. He contradicts. He doesn't lie but he hides from the truth. He craves to live but he is death. He talks a lot but he never tells his story. He isn't what he seemed to be. I can't and never will understand him. Because he grinned like an idiot yet he had his hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing?"
"A new mission came up. Just wanna show everyone what shinigami is..."
And he had his hands in his pockets.
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a/n: It's a pretty weird piece, i know. Unless you understand the body language of placing your hands in your pockets, you can never quite get this "story". Yeah, kind of pointless so blame it on my muse.