The Mercenary and the Perfect Soldier
A/N: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you already knew that.
Summary: The Perfect Soldier meets a mercenary and finds himself questioning what it means to be a "perfect soldier." No real pairings and if there are non-yaoi.
PG-13 Angst/Drama
Chapter One: The Way to Marseilles is the Way To Atonement
'The assassination of Noventa went horribly right...that was the mission and it succeeded. So then, why did it fail? If what Dr. J sent me is in fact the truth, then Noventa and the others aboard that craft were...pacifists...'
"In the end it couldn't be helped. It's hard to find the truth in all the lies that both the Alliance and this new enemy tell." Trowa offered. 'Even with all that's happened recently, it's still on his mind.'
'Its true enough, but it does not change the fact that a man trying to atone was killed. Demilitarization was a step forward to peace...but now...' Heero thought. 'What could happen now that OZ is about to take center stage?'
Trowa felt sorry for the man... 'It was a mistake to just trust the given information. We all should have double checked.' "Let's go, Heero. I have to get ready for my final performance and there are still some things to take care of."
With that, the pair retreated to the inner sanctity of their place of residence, the Wolfgang Von Slafander Circus. Tonight, chaos was sure to be at hand when OZ would show up at the circus. Only to see Gundam Heavy Arms...
(Third Person, The Next Day)
"So, what will you do now?" Trowa said in an attempt to break a rather uncomfortable silence in the eerily quiet room, aside from the noise of Heero typing away on the keyboard. Heero was hacking into a database, searching for Sylvia Noventa.
"Noventa...we could go to Noventa's granddaughter." Heero said after a moment of typing.
"..." Trowa was at a loss for words. Everything he was going to say died before it reached his lips. 'I see, Heero wishes to atone.'
Trowa waited a few minutes before the question had to be asked. "Have you found it?" Trowa asked.
Silence reigned again, making Trowa look at the near perfect soldier. "Marseilles." He finally answered.
"Ok then." Trowa said. "Let's go."
Trowa watched the other boy again, waiting for any response or reaction to occur. But, as per usual, there was nothing but coldness radiating from him. After a moment the boy finally trudged out of the door making his way to the exit of the building.
A/N: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you already knew that.
Summary: The Perfect Soldier meets a mercenary and finds himself questioning what it means to be a "perfect soldier." No real pairings and if there are non-yaoi.
PG-13 Angst/Drama
Chapter One: The Way to Marseilles is the Way To Atonement
'The assassination of Noventa went horribly right...that was the mission and it succeeded. So then, why did it fail? If what Dr. J sent me is in fact the truth, then Noventa and the others aboard that craft were...pacifists...'
"In the end it couldn't be helped. It's hard to find the truth in all the lies that both the Alliance and this new enemy tell." Trowa offered. 'Even with all that's happened recently, it's still on his mind.'
'Its true enough, but it does not change the fact that a man trying to atone was killed. Demilitarization was a step forward to peace...but now...' Heero thought. 'What could happen now that OZ is about to take center stage?'
Trowa felt sorry for the man... 'It was a mistake to just trust the given information. We all should have double checked.' "Let's go, Heero. I have to get ready for my final performance and there are still some things to take care of."
With that, the pair retreated to the inner sanctity of their place of residence, the Wolfgang Von Slafander Circus. Tonight, chaos was sure to be at hand when OZ would show up at the circus. Only to see Gundam Heavy Arms...
(Third Person, The Next Day)
"So, what will you do now?" Trowa said in an attempt to break a rather uncomfortable silence in the eerily quiet room, aside from the noise of Heero typing away on the keyboard. Heero was hacking into a database, searching for Sylvia Noventa.
"Noventa...we could go to Noventa's granddaughter." Heero said after a moment of typing.
"..." Trowa was at a loss for words. Everything he was going to say died before it reached his lips. 'I see, Heero wishes to atone.'
Trowa waited a few minutes before the question had to be asked. "Have you found it?" Trowa asked.
Silence reigned again, making Trowa look at the near perfect soldier. "Marseilles." He finally answered.
"Ok then." Trowa said. "Let's go."
Trowa watched the other boy again, waiting for any response or reaction to occur. But, as per usual, there was nothing but coldness radiating from him. After a moment the boy finally trudged out of the door making his way to the exit of the building.